Castration Warehouse - Part 6

Castration Warehouse - Part Six

Based on an original story by RackTheSack 

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Once again, Mitch checked to make sure that the fantastically tough and sturdy young lad still had a pulse and was breathing. Satisfied that his captive was alive, he then began to inspect the handsome stud’s brutalized bollocks. Jack’s behemoth balls were now glowing a dark and angry red, and actual steam was visibly rising off of the nearly cooked orbs. Mitch began to fondle the humongous orbs, and was startled to find that they were almost scalding hot to the touch, and he gingerly cradled them in his huge hands until the excess heat began to diminish. He then unwound the copper wire from around both titanic testes, followed by the rubber tubing encircling his elongated scrotum, and let the throbbing balls dangle freely once more, their temperature gradually reducing to normal levels in the cooler air of the large warehouse. 

One of the men revived Jack using some smelling salts, bringing the lad back to consciousness with a violent start. The terrified young man quickly realized that his captors weren’t done with the electrical torture just yet, as all five were now armed with long cattle prods. Jack began to cry and desperately plead again for mercy, but he was ignored once more. 

The cattle prods were even more powerful than the previous tasers, and young Jack shrieked in agony as the men applied the electrified rods to their favorite parts of his exquisitely formed and monumentally muscular body. The handsome hunk was jumping and thrashing around again, screaming bloody murder. 

Mitch began by working Jack’s limp cock, lifting up the huge and heavy member with his left hand (which was now encased in a rubber glove to insulate it against electricity) and cradling as much of the massive member as would fit in his huge hand. He then applied the prod to the veiny shaft, digging the metal prongs deep into the soft and pliant tissues and eliciting some of the loudest screams yet from the young man. He also peeled back the thick hood of foreskin and applied the cattle prod to the lad’s cock head as well, even going so far as to dig the electrodes as deep into Jack’s wide piss slit as they would go and discharging excruciating bolts of electricity directly down his urethra. 

And all the men took turns working over Jack’s already electrocuted bull balls, cupping one of the mammoth sex organs in their hand and jamming the metal prongs as hard and as deep as they could into the extraordinarily dense and and tough flesh. Collectively, they shocked every square inch of the vast surface of both balls multiple times, greatly enjoying the way that each enormous teste would shudder and quiver as it was flooded with electrical agony. 

This torture went on for quite some time. Tears streamed down Jack’s breathtakingly handsome face as his breathing came fast and heavy, his mighty chest rising and falling dramatically as he fought to keep his breath against the extreme pain. Jack saw another one of the men lubing himself up, and he knew that he was going to get fucked again, but at that moment the young muscle jock was beyond caring, so great was his agony, especially in his tormented cock and balls. 

The big thug rammed his huge cock home in one brutal thrust, and then began to violently fuck Jack’s ass while the other men watched and sneered. The men were therefore shocked when the vigorous pummeling of the young man’s overactive prostate caused the screaming and bucking lad to get hard yet AGAIN, overcoming the inhuman agony raging throughout his entire body to swell once more into magnificent granite-like hardness. 

Unfortunately for Jack, that just gave the other four men a bigger target, and they began focusing all of their attention on just the young man’s massively bloated stud cock and his angry red and still smoldering bull balls. The giant muscle man behind Jack fucked the bound lad like some wild beast, threatening to tear his lean and chiseled guts apart, but the young man’s libido and virility were so great that they would not be denied. Before long, the handsome hunk’s bellows and screams started becoming punctuated with guttural grunts and deep-voiced moans, which the other men had learned heralded an impending orgasm. 

Just as Jack’s orgasm slammed into his agony-filled loins, the other four men all jabbed their cattle prods into the wildly flexing cock in unison, jamming the metal prongs in deep and pouring ungodly amounts of electricity into the utterly massive and powerfully throbbing organ. Blinding blue-white arcs of lightning crackled all up and down Jack’s enormous dinosaur dong, freezing the mighty organ into a rictus of rigid engorgement. But this time, the insanely powerful muscles of his lean and chiseled groin were pulsing so phenomenally hard that they actually overcame the continuous bolts of electricity, and began pumping out Jack’s ninth mammoth load of the night in great, glistening ropes of pearly white spew. 

The five men were dumbstruck that Jack could cum at all under the extreme circumstances, let alone shoot out such a tremendous quantity of prime jock spunk. While the handsome young man’s ninth cum load of the night couldn’t match his first few loads for total volume, the sheer raw sexual POWER that the big lad was displaying by being able to pump out such huge slugs and ribbons of nut sludge when his nearly 15-inch cum cannon was being shocked into nearly paralyzed immobility was truly awe inspiring. Mitch and the other men surprised themselves by cheering Jack on as he ejaculated, even as they kept cruelly electrocuting his cock and plowing his ass. 

When Jack’s orgasm was complete and the fucking thug planted the third big load up his aching rectum, the other men finally relented and withdrew their cattle prods, leaving an exhausted Jack to slump heavily in his restraints, his chest heaving mightily as he tried to regain his breath. Incredibly, the young man did not pass out this time, remaining conscious throughout the prolonged electrocution of his massive and meaty genitals. Even more incredibly, the young man’s colossal cock remained rock hard and straining skyward even after his ninth ejaculation of the night was finished, and looked like it wouldn’t be going down again this side of death. The thick veins tracing up and down the gigantic shaft looked to be bulging bigger than ever, and the men would have sworn that Jack’s titan of a cock looked even thicker and longer than before. 

Mitch inspected the young man’s burnt and battered manhood once more, and grinned appreciatively at the dozens of scorch marks that now marred his gorgeous schlong and the monstrous bollocks hanging so unbelievably huge and heavy beneath it. But despite the insane amount of abuse they’d already received, Jack’s strong and sturdy genitals were still intact. Steaming, swollen, and throbbing with searing pain, but intact. 

The pause for the inspection of their captive was brief, however, and they were soon readying the devastatingly handsome muscle hunk for the next phase of his torture and unmanning. 

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. 

In the Marines and Abroad - Part 2

In the Marines and Abroad - A Ball Busting Romance — Part 2

Based on an original story by Nicholas

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From that day forward, Brad and I were officially in a relationship… even if no one else in the platoon knew it. Finding the time and privacy to actually pursue anything physical with each other was, of course, next to impossible. The Marine base was always crawling with soldiers at all hours of the day and night, there were cameras monitoring virtually every inch of the large compound — in short, our chances for privacy were essentially nil. Even the showers and bathrooms weren’t safe, as guys came in and out at all times. So for the first few weeks after our initial ‘truck liaison’, we had to settle for sack tapping. 

Lots and LOTS of sack tapping! 

Sack tapping had long been one of those relatively harmless pranks that young men have been playing on each other since time began, and it was no different in our platoon. Guys would occasionally tap each other in the nuts to get a reaction out of their fellow soldier buddies, and it was viewed as nothing more than a harmless game. And that’s why I knew I could get away with tapping Brad’s huge sac from time to time, in full public view, and no one but the two of us would know that it was actually erotic foreplay between two male lovers. 

At mealtimes, in the barracks, during our training exercises, on the parade grounds — Brad never knew when the back of my bare-knuckled hand would come into contact with his tightly pouched nutsac. Nor did he know how strong that contact would be — a light brush of my hand across the front of his huge crotch bulge, a light tap against his nuts, a medium smack into his balls, or a full-force punch into the heart of his big bollocks. 

But no matter how hard I hit him in the nuts, Brad never so much as flinched. That beefy bull of a Marine was one tough fucker, I can tell you that! He never doubled over, he never clutched or rubbed at his wounded balls, hell, he never so much as grunted. Instead, he just looked at me with a sparkle in his mesmerizing green eyes, a slight grin turning up one corner of his gorgeous mouth. 

And never once did he retaliate and tap me in the nuts in response, though he did occasionally attack me in other ways. Sometimes I’d smack him in the balls, and a laughing Brad would suddenly grapple with me, placing me in a bear hug or putting me in a head lock, or otherwise quickly overpowering me. It looked like playful rough housing between two friends to all the other guys, but to us it was the only form of foreplay and physical contact we could find. 

I didn’t sack tap Brad often enough to raise suspicions, but it was often enough that other guys in the platoon started to notice. Brad was a couple of inches taller than me, and he was far bulkier and more muscular than anyone else on base, me included. So when they would see this relatively smaller, weaker guy smack big, affable Brad in the nuts with relative impunity, they thought it was hilarious, and they started to get in on the action as well. 

More and more guys started taking pot shots at Brad’s big balls, at all hours of the day and night, and it became something of a game. The guys started competing to see who could tap Brad hard enough to get the big muscle man to show even a hint of pain, but as the weeks went by, no one ever succeeded, not even me. The big Marine was simply too strong, his balls too incredibly tough. And since nearly every grunt in our unit took at least a couple of swings at Brad’s crotch, it soon became common knowledge that he had a huge cock and a truly massive pair of balls, and I know that the open discussion of the enormous size of his genitals was a huge added turn on for Brad. Hell, it was also a huge turn on for me. 

What really got me was that Brad never tried to meet the gaze of the guy who tapped him, but instead would instantly make eye contact with me, giving me that slight grin and those intense, sparkling eyes. My heart would race and my mouth would get instantly dry, as I knew exactly what he was thinking. No one knew about the significance of the rough ball play but the two of us. I’d also glance down at his crotch, and every damn time he got knocked in the sac, I could see his cock grow inside of his camo pants. No one else noticed it, as he concealed it well (which was remarkable, considering just how BIG his boner was!), but I always saw it. I loved watching his fat trouser monster bloat and swell and grow rigid, and I desperately longed to get my hands and mouth around that magnificent tool again. 

The constant rough attention to his big, beefy balls must have been sweet torture for Brad, always stirring up the huge load of cum sloshing around in his oversized baby makers, but never allowing him the relief of an orgasm. But strangely, it was almost as much of a torture for me. Seeing the man I loved and lusted for get socked in the balls a dozen or more times a day, but not be able to kiss or touch his naked flesh, drove me crazy with desire. My aching cock was hard virtually all the time, and I developed a chronic and almost constant state of blue balls. Hell, my poor neglected cock was dripping and leaking so frequently that I sometimes had to change my underwear two or three times a day! 

So since we couldn’t make love with our bodies, we had to settle for making love with our eyes. At meals we would always sit facing each other so that we could stare into each other’s eyes while we ate, sometimes just from across the table, and at other times from across the room. Every spoon of mashed potatoes was a kiss to his lips. Every swallowed green bean was my mouth on his cock, sucking in his length. Every tongue across a spoon after a bite of peach cobbler was my tongue plunging into his hole, giving him the rim job of a lifetime. And so we’d sit in silence, staring at each other while everyone else talked and joked and banged on about this and that. We were two heavenly bodies caught in each other’s gravity amidst a sea of oblivious stars, circling unnoticed around us.

Our big break finally came about three weeks after our initial hook up in the hummer. And it couldn’t have come soon enough, for I was going nearly crazy with lust for my big Marine stud! We were both assigned to work the night shift in the monitoring center, which was on the top floor of the only real building on base, located near the southern edge of the compound. It was a circular room filled with monitors and communication equipment, and it was one of the only places on base that did not, itself, have cameras. Not only that, but we would be the only two people in there AND the doors could be locked from the inside! Our shift would run from 2100 to 0500, when most of the rest of the troops would be asleep, quietly nestled in their bunks. It was all too perfect. 

On the day of our monitoring duty, we both had hardons all day long, and I personally sack tapped Brad three times throughout the day, just so I could cop a feel, no matter how brief, of his mighty weapon and the two massive spunk bunkers that powered it. With our hormones all pent up and the expectation of hot sex that night, I was dripping baby batter all day long, through exercise drills, through showers, through guard duty — I was leaking like a mofo. They say that anticipation is half the pleasure, but for me it had the sweet pain of a broken tooth, because my whole body and libido was straining against the constraints of societal bonds, bonds which prevented red blooded Americans like us from having raunchy gay sex in the middle of the barracks in broad daylight amidst a sea of heterosexual guys who would probably throw up at even the idea of gay sex. 

A day of agonizing repression ended at around 2045, when both Brad and I showed up for the shift change in the monitoring room. 

Our marine base was crawling with cameras, eyes peering down to monitor all activity both within and without. Activity that was recorded and archived so that no enemy could infiltrate our base without someone knowing. We had guards on duty 24/7 at all entrances of the base and roving squads of men with German Shepard dogs patrolling the perimeter. And inside the monitoring center, there were dozens of LED screens watching all of it happen. Our job, that night, was to keep an eye on everything and make sure the base was secure and safe. However, we had both wordlessly agreed that the likelihood of enemies choosing just that night and just our shift to launch an attack was slim to none, and that we could therefore instead enjoy our privacy and pay little attention to the many monitors in the room. 

We received a shift change report from the two grunts who were going off duty, writing down the final notes in the log about what had occurred on their shift. Our two Marine buddies then wished us a good shift, one giving me a playful punch in the shoulder, and the other landing a hard tap into Brad’s bulging crotch. We all laughed and bid them a good night, and then closed and locked the door behind us. 

When the other two men had left, we waited for about five minutes to make sure no one else came along to check on us, then Brad just smiled and looked at me with that glinting green stare and stripped off his shirt, revealing his huge and utterly chiseled upper body. Smiling with delight, I stripped off mine as well, and then I pushed a yielding and willing Brad up against a wall and began to kiss him passionately, our dog tags clinking against one another as our bare chests and bellies rubbed together. The sensation was indescribably erotic, for Brad was pure masculine perfection, and I felt, groped, and fondled as much of his spectacular body as I could reach. 

Ten minutes or so into our athletic and heated make out and groping session, I suddenly jerked my knee upward between his slightly spread legs, nailing his swollen package with my bony knee cap. Brad was already rock hard by this point, his huge bull cock snaking halfway down one of his pants legs and therefore out of the way, so I was able to really slam the man’s huge nuts against his pelvis. Brad responded by groaning in pleasure and practically swallowing my tongue, so eager was he to consume me. I began cramming my knee into his nuts over and over and over again as we kept making out, and Brad just drove his hips forward, meeting each of my upward thrusts and really grinding his bollocks against my leg. I was pounding his potatoes for all I was worth, an assault that would have dropped any other man to his knees in moments, but Brad’s breathing merely came faster and deeper as he surrendered to each knee jab, each thigh slam, moaning softly as he encouraged me to strike his nuts even harder. 

“Oh yeah! Oh yes, Russ! My nuts have been aching for you! Give it to me good!” 

I couldn’t believe how incredibly dense and solid Brad’s nuts felt, even after landing dozens and dozens of testicle-shattering knee blows right into his huge bollocks. It felt like I was striking two big lumps of hard clay, deforming only very slightly even against my hardest blows. The handsome muscle man was just one unmitigated STUD! 

I longed to feel his huge cock in my mouth again, however, so eventually I stopped pounding his balls and instead kneeled in front of him as he passively stood there, pressed against the wall. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, and pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles. His gorgeous cock sprang free like some great rearing beast, narrowly missing smacking me in the face as it lurched upward into a nearly vertical position. My amazed eyes grew even wider when I saw that his massive schlong stretched many inches past his sexy navel, the swollen head actually tapping against his upper abs! The man’s cock was simply HUGE!! 

But then my gaze focused on his even more incredible balls, which hung so huge and so unbelievably heavy from his lean and muscular crotch. The two mighty orbs had taken on a slightly rosy hue, but otherwise showed absolutely no hint that they’d just been clobbered by something close to a hundred pulverizing knee thrusts. I grasped his massive balls with my hands, each enormous orb filling a hand to nearly overflowing, and gave them some experimental squeezes. My memory from a few weeks prior had not been exaggerated — Brad’s huge nuts really WERE damn near as hard as rocks, barely deforming in my hand no matter how hard I squeezed! 

I kept on roughly kneading and fondling my stud’s massive balls as I once again swallowed his astoundingly thick and long cock, gradually forcing it in all the way down to the root. This time he was leaking precum, no doubt due to the pounding I’d just given his nuts, so his mighty shaft was already slick and wet, allowing me to deep throat the monster much easier than before. The sticky sweet taste of his clear spew coated my lips and tongue, while the heady smell of his man musk filled my nostrils and made me swoon. I was in heaven! 

I loved kneeling before my putative boy friend so that I could suck on his thick meat. I pistoned up and down on his mammoth cock while my fingers roughly manhandled his big bollocks, my flexing fingers clutching harder and harder with each passing minute. He had a lovely little treasure trail running down the center of his perfectly formed abs, joining the small patch of pubic hair above his crotch that tickled my nose when I had him buried to the hilt in my throat. I started drilling my thumbs into his trapped testes, loving the way that the deep nut pain made him moan and sweat. I could feel his entire body tense and flex each time I tried to dig my thumbs in to the core of his huge nuts, and he was clearly enjoying every second of it. From the way he was groaning and writhing, I could tell I was bringing him closer and closer to orgasm, so I wasn’t surprised when he gently but firmly pushed me away, no doubt wanting to prevent a premature ejaculation. 

Brad was breathing heavily as he unlaced his boots, shucked off his pants and underwear, and strode into the center of the room. His entire spectacular body glistened with sweat, making every muscle shine like burnished bronze. I hurriedly undressed as well, both of us now down to just our socks. Brad sat in an oversized chair, smiling and beckoning to me. You didn’t have to tell me twice! I was at his side in heartbeat, straddling his naked body and sitting on his lap, my big cock rubbing up against his even bigger one. I kissed him with longing, with pent up passion, with a feverish sort of frenzy, for I was about to give myself to this man who I'd drooled over for more than a year. 

Between kisses I whispered into his sex-flushed ear, “I knew this was going to happen, so I cleaned myself out today. And…” I said, holding up a small plastic tube, “I brought lube.” He grinned and chuckled, and I grinned back, and we kept on kissing. I pressed my big boner against his and let our cock juices mingle, for he was oozing prejack as much or more than I was. Things were getting slippery and hot, and I was ready for more. 

I stopped kissing him and lubed up his dick even further with the artificial lube, and then I stood up, legs on either side of the chair. With my left hand, I grasped his rigid and extraordinarily girthy rod and with great care guided it into my hole. My hungry, eager hole. The big, spongy head popped in with relative ease, but the steely hardness of his extremely thick shaft was another matter. I’ve taken some very big cocks up my talented and experienced ass before, but no man had ever matched Brad for either length or thickness. Very carefully and with infinite slowness, I sat down on his dick, and all he could do was sigh with pleasure. I winced more than once as the Marine bull’s huge cock threatened to rip me open, but I just gritted my teeth and breathed through it as I forced more and more of his spectacular schlong inside of me. And before I knew it, my muscular butt was sitting in Brad’s lap, his huge balls pressing hard against my cheeks, his equine cock buried to the root up my shit chute. My ass and guts quivered and flexed a few times, and then relaxed. 

Slowly and carefully, I lifted myself back up, my muscular guts caressing Brad’s enormous cock, until just the head was still buried inside of me. And then I slowly lowered myself back down, gently and rhythmically riding his monster dick. Up and down, up and down, over and over and over again. I could feel his cock head massage my swollen prostate before plunging even deeper inside of me, his massive shaft plugging me completely, my guts filling with the biggest penis I had ever seen. And I loved every second of it. Yes, there was a not inconsiderable amount of pain, but it was a good pain, and the stimulation of my prostate and the feeling of utter fullness in my guts more than made up for it. 

I rode Brad like the prime thoroughbred stallion that he was, the two of us staring into each other’s eyes and feeling up on each other’s muscular bodies as our two bodies were welded into one. I can’t describe both how erotic and how romantic it was to be fucked by the man I’d been secretly falling in love with for the past year. I worshiped his handsome face with my lips, I worshiped his fantastically muscular body with my hands, and I worshiped his enormous cock with my ass. I made sure to go slowly enough that I didn’t cum, because I wanted the night to last as long as possible. And so I rode him. My man. My big, hot, sexy Marine bull. 

I must have pumped myself up and down Brad’s goliath cock for a good half hour, until my thighs were burning and my poor asshole was nearly raw. I knew, of course, that Brad couldn’t get off without nut pain, but the expert fucking had Brad’s spunk just roiling inside of his massive nuts, the huge muscle hunk sweating and panting in extreme lust. I knew it was time to give the big guy some relief, so I gently lifted myself off of him. When the swollen plum of his big cock head finally popped out of my ass, I could actually hear a faint squelching sound, almost like a Wellington boot being pulled out of the mud. My ass felt cavernous and empty without Brad’s huge cock sheathed inside of it, and I knew I’d likely be walking a little funny for the next few days, but it was so worth it. 

I knelt before my handsome muscle bull, his entire body gleaming with sweat and his huge cock glistening with precum, lube, and my own juices. Brad was gripping the seat of the wooden chair so hard that his knuckles were turning white, fighting against the urge to touch me or his own cock, and instead just staring at me with undisguised lust and need in his stunning green eyes. 

Nestled in the crook of his enormously muscular legs and resting heavily on the seat of the chair, Brad’s bollocks looked even bigger than ever, and they must have been positively throbbing with their heavy, churning load. I gently cupped his huge balls in my hands, drawing them a little closer for inspection, and considered what I should do next. I wanted to find some way of bringing Brad the ball pain that he so desired, but without using percussion. My eyes lit up with a wicked idea. I knew it would be difficult, perhaps even impossible, but I wanted to give it a try. 

Holding one hand tight around the neck of Brad’s scrotum and forcing his gonads to the very bottom of their sac, I began to bathe both massive man orbs with my tongue, coating them with my own saliva. I also kissed and suckled at those massive, oblong spheres, paying homage to the source and wellspring of Brad’s staggering masculinity. The young Marine hunk kept moaning and writhing as I lathered his behemoth balls, his handsome head lolling on his thick and muscular neck as waves of pleasure washed over his body. Then, with his huge balls as slick as I could make them, I began trying to stuff both huge orbs into my mouth. 

Try to imagine cramming two full-grown oranges into your mouth. Only this was harder, as oranges are at least a bit malleable; Brad’s huge testicles were so dense that they were almost as solid as rocks, and even with my blunt fingers roughly stabbing and prodding at the huge man lumps, it was a very difficult task getting them both into my mouth. In fact, had the stud’s bull nuts been even just a little bit bigger, it would have been impossible. As it was, my cheeks were comically bulging and my jaw was damn near unhinged as I finally succeeding in stuffing the entire contents of Brad’s bloated nutsac into my hot and hungry mouth. 

I could tell that this was the first time anyone had sucked on his balls, for Brad’s beautiful green eyes flew open wide, and the look of shock and surprise on his handsome face was so funny that I would have laughed out loud… if my mouth hadn’t been stuffed to capacity with the young man’s gigantic nuts. 

I began to suck on those bull nuts as hard as I could, and at the same time pressed them against the roof of my mouth with my powerful tongue. Brad sucked in his breath, making his huge chest expand to even more massive dimensions, and then let it out with a hiss. This was clearly a sensation that he wasn’t used to, but judging from the instant increase in the amount of precum flowing from his painfully rigid and erect cock, I knew that I was pressing all of the right buttons. I then switched to popping his balls between my molars and squeezing down with my strong and muscular jaw. That REALLY drove Brad wild, moaning and groaning between clenched teeth as his magnificent muscles bulged and flexed most appealingly. I was soon chomping down with so much force that any other man would have been screaming for mercy, and grinding his fat testes between my molars so hard that and other nuts would have been quickly pulverized into a procreative pulp. 

But Brad just gasped and moaned and writhed through the extreme pleasure and pain, gripping the seat so hard the I actually heard the wood creak in protest. And his big dick? Never once flagged in the slightest. In fact, Brad’s mighty truncheon of a cock seemed to swell even bigger, the thick, tortured veins running all up and down the massive shaft growing so thick and pronounced that they looked ready to burst right out of his skin! I could feel the hot tube of his huge cock pressed against my forehead as I chomped and squeezed his nuts. I sucked, crushed, twisted, and pulled on Brad’s humongous nuts until I’d turned my hunky he-man into a sweaty, moaning, quivering bag of meat. 

When I finally tired of abusing his huge eggs with my teeth and tongue, I let Brad’s titanic testes pop wetly out of my mouth and plop heavily onto the chair’s hard surface. Angry red teeth marks covered their entire rotund surfaces, and now that they were freed from the confined space of my mouth, I could actually see his tortured nuts start to visibly swell. But I was just getting started… 

I stood up and placed my right knee on top of his aching balls. Sandwiched and trapped as they were between his massively muscular thighs, Brad’s balls had nowhere to go as I ground my knee into them, crushing them hard against the wooden seat of the chair. A low growl began to build in the man’s deep chest as I transferred more and more of my weight onto the knee pressing into his trapped sac, bearing down on them harder and harder. This caused literal geysers of precum to erupt from his gaping piss slit. Huge geysers that shellacked his corrugated belly and my big thigh with his clear and slippery goo, so hot that it almost seared my skin. 

Brad kept moaning and groaning throughout the extensive torture of his huge testicles, saying, “Oh fuck! Fuck yeah! Oh! Unh! Unh! UNNNH! That’s right, baby! Wreck my huge bull balls! Oh yeah Russ! Oh shit! Unh! Yeah! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh SHIT!!” 

But once again, I didn’t want things to go too far or end too soon, and so I stopped when I sensed that Brad was nearing the point of no return. I lifted my knee off of his bright red and swelling nuts, and then I sat down in a chair opposite him, giving his manhood a reprieve from the unrelenting abuse. Brad hungrily lunged at me like a man possessed, ravenously trying to consume my entire body through his hands and mouth. Never had I experienced such a passionate lover before, and it was clear that he was trying to lavish me with pleasure. And God DAMN, but he was amazing at it! 

Before long, Brad was kneeling before me and sucking my entire cock down his thick and muscular throat, giving me the blowjob of a lifetime. He also toyed with and fondled my balls at the same time. I’ve got a large set of balls myself, a pair of stout and sizable orbs to go with my big, 9.5-inch stud cock, but even both of my big balls together couldn’t equal even ONE of Brad’s massive cajones. Nevertheless, the ferociously strong Marine was nothing but gentle with my delicate testicles, just caressing and fondling and gently tugging on them as he sucked my dick like a vacuum cleaner. 

I felt a massive orgasm building in my loins, and though I fought against it as hard as I could, I knew I was about to hurtle over the edge. That’s when Brad paused in his expert ministrations, giving me just enough time to cool down and for the wellhead of spunk to recede before sucking my cock once more. Turns out that my surprising stud excelled at edging even more than I did, for he brought me to the brink of cumming at least a dozen times, until my entire body was singing and screaming for release. 

We took turns pleasuring each other for what felt like hours, and only the fact that we were young and athletic men in our physical prime allowed us to make love for so long. Though actually, Brad was such a mighty beast of a man that I bet he could have gone on for hours longer without a break, but I was nearing my limit. When I knew we couldn’t hold back any longer, I once again mounted his colossal cock, this time facing away from him. As I pounded my ass into his lap over and over again, I also had a death grip on his bruised and swollen nuts with one hand while the other formed a fist that I pounded mercilessly into his impossibly huge and bloated bull nuts. In the end, we came at the same time, him buried to the hilt inside of me, and me spraying one of the largest loads in my life all over the uncaring concrete floor. 

Actually, Brad came inside of me a total of four times, for he had me keep beating his tenderized bollocks long after my own orgasm was complete, hitting orgasm after orgasm. He pumped so much of his baby batter into me that my normally washboard belly was visibly distended, and I murmured in his ear that I loved knowing that I’d have a part of him inside of me for at least the next week to come. He chuckled that deep, rumbling laugh of his, which I could feel through my whole body, as he held me tight to him, his spent cock still almost diamond hard inside of me. 

It was a long time before Brad finally drew his softening pole out of my well-fucked ass. A shocking amount of hot and chunky spunk spurted out of my butt onto the floor, but I could still feel the bulk of it sloshing around in my insides, making me feel warm and full. I had the passing, crazy notion that I would have loved to have borne this magnificent alpha stud’s babies, as I knew that I had been pumped full of some of the highest grade nut sludge in existence. But we were both men, and I knew that was never to be. 

Brad made a crude bed out of a stack of blankets, and we lay on the floor together, cuddling in each other’s arms, still soaked with sweat and other juices. Our hot bodies slid against one another as we slowly and languidly stroked each other’s skin and explored each other’s bodies. We spoke in low tones with each other, revealing more about ourselves and truly getting to know one another. Brad was so gentle and attentive and tender with me, and I felt myself melting in his embrace. 

That was the moment that I knew that my year-long lustful crush with this amazing, incredible man had turned into love. 

We cuddled like that until the wee hours of the night, and I suggested that we start cleaning ourselves up and getting some work done so that we wouldn’t get in trouble. That’s when I noticed that Brad’s huge cock was once again rock hard and pressing insistently against my hip. We both smiled knowingly at each other, and decided to have another round before getting back to work. 

That’s when the thunderous sound of gunshots rang out, and the door to the room burst open, the lock having been blown away by bullets. The two of us were caught completely by surprise, and we tried to scramble to our feet as at least a half dozen men, dressed as desert warriors and their faces masked with head scarves, rushed into the room. 

I had barely gotten to my knees when I felt twin sharp pains in my right pec, and then felt the searing pain of electricity coursing through my body. The taser blast threw me onto my back on the blankets, my entire body rigid with agony. When the charge finally released, I was completely paralyzed, my body limp on the blankets and unable to help defend my handsome Marine bull. 

Brad leapt to his feet with amazing speed, and had already charged halfway across the room when he was hit in his massively muscular right shoulder by a taser blast. His enormous form was stopped in its tracks as massive bolts of electricity shot through his body, making his huge muscles flex with rigidity. 

But Brad just snarled and clenched his teeth, and started fighting his way forward, his body moving in unsteady jerks as he made his painful way toward his assailants. I could see the men’s eyes grow wide in amazement, and they hit him with a second taser, this time in his left pec. Brad howled with agony and fell to one knee, his still rock hard cock bouncing and quivering before him like some fleshy spear. 

But incredibly, Brad fought his way to his feet once again, despite the full charge of TWO tasers still coursing through his magnificent body! How he found and strength, I’ll never know! He took one stumbling step forward, and then another, and I could see real fear in the eyes of the masked assailants as they all took an involuntary step or two backwards. A third warrior aimed his taser at the naked and furious brute of muscle lurching toward them, and as he pulled the trigger, the prongs of his taser gun sailed true and implanted themselves into each of Brad’s gargantuan, red, bruised, swollen bollocks. 

The bellow of agony that was then ripped from Brad’s powerful lungs is a sound that I’ll never forget as long as I live. 

The big man threw his handsome head back as a freight train of agony slammed into his ill-used bollocks, and it must have felt like his enormous testicles had exploded. As all THREE tasers discharged untold thousands of volts into Brad’s quivering and convulsing body, the huge Marine dropped to his knees, and then fell heavily to his side. His body gave a few more violent jerks, and then went limp. My handsome lover had been rendered as paralyzed as I was! 

A pair of the angry desert warriors then rushed at my prone form, quickly throwing a burlap bag over my head and then hoisting me onto their shoulders as they hurried to carry me out of the room. By the grunts of effort I could hear behind me, the remaining guerrillas were struggling to do the same with Brad’s much larger, bulkier, and heavier form. 

Terror made my blood run like ice in my veins, despite the hot and oppressive temperature outside. I knew that insurgents must have stormed the base while we were distracted with our lovemaking, and that we had now been captured by the enemy. And knowing how brutal and cruel the desert warriors were with their captives, I didn’t hold much hope that we would remain alive for much longer…