Jack the Hammer - A Halloween Special - Part 5 -- Alternate Ending

Wow, but this chapter is brutal! Good thing Troy is such a magnificent stud of a man, but even his almighty strength, resilience, and virility is put to the ultimate test... 

Jack the Hammer - A Halloween Special

Part of the Jack the Hammer series by Pink Beefcake

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Part 5

Jack’s jealously caused his bloodlust to surge back in full force, and he wrenched a particularly large hook off of his belt and raised it up high, ready to strike a deadly blow. The killer’s scarred lips were pulled back in a horrific grimace and his crazed blue eyes bulged wide as he gazed down on the stunning magnificence of Troy’s outrageously muscular body, splayed out helplessly before him. The young man’s purple-mottled bollocks, which were now rapidly swelling after the unbelievably brutal barrage of punches they’d just endured, quickly became the focus of Jack’s unbridled fury. Here was the source of the handsome stud’s tremendous strength, his incredible power, his unparalleled masculinity, his staggering virility. Jack was filled with the violent urge to plunge his sharp steel hook downward, to stab Troy’s bloating balls over and over again, to rip out their guts and shred these beautiful and obscene parodies of a normal man’s nuts and to strew their hot entrails across the dented hood of the car. Jack raised his hook up even higher, hatred and lust flashing in his crystal blue eyes, and both Troy and Addison knew even greater terror. 

And at the last possible moment, Jack wrestled his violent urges under control, slowly lowering his deadly hook. These extraordinary vessels of Troy’s burgeoning masculinity had given the killer so much joy and amusement already, and he found that he wanted to play with them some more… before reducing them to useless meat. 

Despite the temporary reprieve for his huge and profoundly throbbing bull nuts, Troy now knew without a doubt that he was doomed, that the legendary serial killer wasn’t going to stop until he’d massacred Troy’s manhood and then butchered his body, just as he had done his other victims. 

Troy looked down at his battered and likely half-ruined sex organs and knew that all hope for him was lost. But he could still save his lady love. Craning his head backwards so that he could meet Addison’s terror-stricken gaze through the broken windshield, the young man croaked in his broken voice, “Addi. I love you. Save yourself. Flee. Please.” 

The young man’s words snapped Addison out of her frozen shock. The look of love and profound sadness in Troy’s gorgeous green eyes ripped a sob out of her shaking chest, but she nodded at him, her tears nearly making her blind. She fumbled a couple of times before she was able to turn the key in the car’s ignition, but she managed to start the car, its engine thrumming to life beneath Troy’s pinned and trapped form. She desperately hoped that, if she pulled away fast enough, she could tear Troy right out of the killer’s clutches, and perhaps even save them both! 

The sound of the revving engine shook Jack out of his own lust-filled reverie, and he acted with lightning speed while Addison struggled to throw the car into gear. He tore out the hooks pinning Troy’s forearms to the car, wrapped thick chains around the young man’s enormously muscular bison neck, and then threw the other ends of the chains up and over one of the lower-lying sycamore limbs above him. Then, just as Addison threw the car into reverse and hit the gas, Jack pulled on the dangling length of chain, viciously yanking Troy’s hulking body upward just as the thoroughly warped and dented car hood slid out from under him. As she spun the car around and sped off into the night, the last sight Addison had of her gorgeous and gallant lover was of him swinging by his fantastically muscular neck, and struggling with the chains strangling his beefy throat. She sobbed once more, but hit the gas even harder, rushing to get help, even though she knew in her heart that any help would come far too late for Troy. 

Troy’s big, strong hands clutched at the thick iron chains around his neck, trying to find some purchase, but his hands were so slick with his own hyper abundant cum that he could not get any purchase. He watched the taillights of his car disappearing into the distance, and his heart soared with joy that Addison had escaped unharmed, even though it came at the cost of his own life. But that love quickly blossomed into defiance, and Troy renewed his struggles, this time reaching for the lengths of taut chain above him, grabbing hold with both hands and laboriously pulling his 585 pounds of rock solid stud muscle higher, his weary arms trembling, to relieve the choking pressure on his neck. 

Jack watched the scene play out before him in silence, mesmerized by the glorious interplay of his victim’s colossal muscles as they bulged and flexed and fought desperately for life. The stud’s heavily beaten bollocks, hanging loose and heavy and absolutely enormous in their battered and abraded nutsac, jiggled and bounced as he struggled, their healthy pink color long since replaced by a garish mottling of dark reds and deep purples. And though Jack could barely believe his own eyes, the lad’s gargantuan 22-inch schlong was still waving and waggling in front of him in full steely hardness. It was obvious that that monster perma-boner wasn’t likely going to go soft this side of death… and maybe not even then! Even now, that massive meat was throbbing and pulsing with vibrant life, as the handsome young man struggled to take agonizing breaths through his half choked airway. The killer had to give Troy credit, for the giant jock had already survived far longer than most of his victims, and was still struggling for freedom. Jack was difficult to impress, but he was profoundly impressed by the colossally muscular bull stud dangling before him, and his continued fight for life. But all of that was soon to come to an to end. 

Seeing Troy’s humongous, breadfruit-sized bollocks hanging there so heavy and loose in their massive sac made the killer want to torture those beautiful balls even more. Jack started looking around for some suitable tools. Almost hidden by the tall grasses beneath the massive sycamore tree was a large pile of old construction debris, including chunks of broken concrete and bent lengths of rusty rebar. The debris gave Jack a dark idea, and a horrible rictus of a grin spread across the killer’s scarred visage. 

Jack selected a large chunk of concrete from the rubble, a huge and knobbly block of some old building foundation with a loop of rebar sticking out from one jagged end. The chunk of stone was nearly the size of a car engine, and had to weigh north of 500 pounds, approaching Troy’s own stupendous weight, but Jack picked it up like it weighed almost nothing. He selected one of his hooks that was attached to a short length of chain, and secured the hook in the rusty loop of rebar, then carried the heavy block over to where Troy was dangling and struggling for his life. While cradling the concrete boulder in one arm, the killer deftly secured the other end of the chain around the neck of the young man’s bloated ballsac, wrapping the thin chain several times around the long and narrow scrotal neck and cinching it tight. And then, with a feral grin, he let the chunk of concrete fall. 

Jack more than half expected the humongous block of concrete to rip the young man’s battered and weakened nuts right off of his body. But if this was a final test of the strength of Troy’s mauled and battered balls, then those mighty stones passed with flying colors. 

A short *Urk!* escaped Troy’s beefy throat as his obscenely overstuffed nutsac sharply arrested the weight’s fall, and the sudden agonizing jerk to his prized possessions forced the young muscle jock to again tumble to the end of his noose. Well over half a TON of muscle, steel, and stone jerked at his 26-inch bison neck so hard that most men would have been instantly decapitated, but Troy’s fantastically muscular bull neck held fast, though his breath was cut off once more. 

But even more incredibly, the thick and supremely tough ball cords anchoring his terrifically wounded balls to his muscular body somehow held as well, yanking the concrete boulder to a sharp and abrupt stop! Sloppy fluids squirted out of Troy’s gaping piss hole as both of his jackfruit-sized man orbs were violently yanked to the very ends of their fleshy tethers, nearly tripling their natural dangle and making both mammoth testicles bulge all purple and shiny at the very bottom of their heroically straining sac. No man’s nuts were meant to support even a tiny fraction of this much weight, and any other man would have been instantly castrated, but Troy’s mighty nuts held strong and fast, all but daring the killer to wreak even more harm upon them! 

Troy’s luminous green eyes nearly bugged out of his head at the agony and inhuman strain in both his neck and his nuts. Enormous veins popped out all over his thick and straining bison neck, as well as over the rotund surfaces of both massive balls, and his handsome face quickly turned a dangerous shade of dark reddish purple. But then the valiant rugby hunk once again grasped the chain above him with both hands and laboriously began to climb upward, hauling upwards of 1,200 pounds of dead weight with weary and shaking arms. He managed to climb up perhaps half a foot, enough to relieve the throttling tension on his neck, but his trembling arms wouldn’t lift him any higher. 

Jack meanwhile hadn’t wasted his time, as he rooted through the construction debris until he found what he wanted — a four foot long length of thick and rusty rebar, the longest and thickest in the entire pile, and just the sort of ‘bat’ that he wanted to use on his impossibly beefy and meaty piñata. The steel bar had a large bend in it, but the killer simply grabbed both ends of the nearly two-inch-thick rod and straightened it out in moments, his supernatural strength once again on full display. 

Troy’s damaged throat was no longer capable of speech at this point, but he gazed down in horror at the terrifying killer as he lined up his first swing, begging with tear-filled eyes for mercy even as he struggled to keep his enormously muscular body and the huge concrete weight aloft enough to breathe. Jack, of course, ignored Troy’s silent pleas, and swung the rusty iron bar in a powerful wide arc. 

WHACK!!!

The blow struck Troy about halfway up his cock shaft, striking the left side of his dick so hard that, for a brief moment, there was a 20 degree leftward bend in his diamond hard cock, before the dick immediately snapped back to its ramrod straight length and careened wildly to the right with the force of the blow. The next blow struck the other side, a little further up, causing the gigantic phallus to fling itself in the other direction, trailing a long sticky strand of lust honey to spray and spatter across the uncaring ground. Nothing more than short grunts of pain escaped Troy’s handsome lips as the struggling lad’s penis was mercilessly struck again and again and again and again. Angry red welts began to appear all up and down the perfect shaft as the brutal cock bashing continued, but in truth, Jack was using only a fraction of his true strength. He was just playing around with his victim, softening him up for the finale, and he didn’t want to destroy the young man’s glorious stallion rod. At least, not yet. 

Indeed, the dozens and dozens and dozens of iron-on-beef blows did nothing to ‘soften’ Troy’s dick, for the mighty column of man flesh remained just as huge and rock hard as ever. In fact, the titanic organ began to ooze even more precum, blood-tinged this time from all of the horrific damage wrought on his hulking he-man nuts, but looking for all the world like the mighty lad might just reach orgasm one last time. Something in Troy’s agony-filled brain must have short circuited, for even the most painful and brutal of punishments were now being interpreted as erotic stimuli by the handsome young stud’s overwhelmingly rugged and powerful reproductive system. 

Sensing the young man’s impending orgasm, Jack switched up his tactics, and started striking just the underside of Troy’s cock, over and over again, aiming for those magical couple of inches of skin directly below the young man’s swollen and bulbous — and now heavily bruised — cock head. And the strategy paid off, for it was clear that Troy was nearing the point of no return, and was about to hurtle over the edge of an agonizing ejaculation. 

CRACK!!

Just as the first salvo of pinkish-white sperm erupted from Troy’s thundering mule cock, Jack struck the right side of the young man’s ballsac with the ribbed rebar bat, this time swinging with all of his preternatural might. The spectacularly tough and hardy outer wall of Troy’s right ball, heavily weakened after all of the previous beatings and stabbings, finally cracked under the onslaught. Troy threw back his handsome head and opened his mouth wide in a silent scream, using all of his remaining strength and willpower to hold tight to the chains above him. 

CRACK!! 

Another demolishing blow, this time to the left side of Troy’s bloated and bulging nutsac, cracked his hulking left nut, further weakening the great orb even as his beefy bollocks sent another humongous jet of seminal fluids rocketing out of the young man’s wildly jerking and throbbing cock. 

The killer then commenced with by far his most violent and brutal ball abuse of the night. Back and forth, right and left, Jack kept right on hammering at Troy’s rapidly failing nuts, causing cracks to grow and spread across the thick-walled surfaces of both balls, even as those valiantly struggling orbs tried desperately to fertilize something, anything, before they were reduced to useless rubble. Though both testicles had already likely been mortally wounded by the earlier beating with the killer’s hard-knuckled fists, Jack was delighting in grinding down their surprisingly strong remaining virility, aiming for the complete annihilation of the handsome lad’s fertility and manhood. And it didn’t look like it would much longer to achieve his goal. 

Troy could only grunt and moan as he felt his future as a male and as a father being mercilessly hammered to death between his almighty legs. Continued ruinous blows began to cause more of Troy’s nut guts to rip and shred as the beefy interiors of both nuts rapidly started to disintegrate. Both of Troy’s humongous nuts started to look like dented and battered oblong spheres, both colossal cajones starting to lose their ovoid shapes even as they miraculously continued to pump out huge slugs of fresh sperm. 

Troy’s cum salvos, though still huge and undeniably extremely impressive, were markedly smaller than the almighty ropes of nut sludge shot out in his previous three orgasms. Perhaps those first three loads had already tapped most of the cum reserve inside of both of those mammoth bollocks, contributing to the smaller size of this fourth and final load, but there was no doubt that the extreme damage both testicles had suffered — and were continuing to suffer — had dramatically reduced their sperm-making capacity as well. In fact, it was a wonder that those dying nuts were producing any sperm at all, given how close they were to utter annihilation! 

But the young man’s ferocious strength and incredible staying power deeply impressed the killer, and even as he kept hammering away at Troy’s crumbling bison balls, Jack heaped silent praise upon the devastatingly handsome and outrageously muscular jock titan, knowing that he’d likely never see his equal again. 

In the end, it took more than a score more of Jack’s obliterating full force blows before Troy’s mighty right nut, critically wounded and unable to endure any more punishment, finally gave in. 

CRUUUNCH!!!

The heavily compromised orb, its thick and supremely tough outer walls cracked and splintered in so many places, caved in completely as a mighty blow struck its bulky side, fracturing the colossal gonad nearly in half. The young man’s raging orgasm instantly turned from slightly pink-tinged slugs of mostly white sperm to decidedly rosier purgings of blood and other body fluids mixing in with the lad’s still fantastically copious cum. Troy’s left bollock bravely carried on, courageously pumping out more of its ballast of top grade baby batter as Jack focused all of his attention on striking the young man’s final intact orb. 

Troy’s left whale nut proved to be even more immensely strong than the right, as it took nearly a dozen more brutal blows from the rusty rebar before that ball, too, failed and fractured in its sac. 

CRU-U-U-UNCH!!!

The cracking of his last nut seemed to completely paralyze Troy for several long moments. Every one of his magnificent muscles flexed and bulged in their greatest size and relief yet, turning Troy into a true god of pure muscle. Even his cock stopped in mid flex, vibratingly hyper erect, but paralyzed from throbbing. The terrific agony of both of his massive balls fracturing appeared to have short circuited the gorgeous young lad’s brain, and his wide eyes could only stare sightlessly ahead as drool oozed from his open mouth, a look of horror and agony frozen on his achingly handsome and utterly masculine features. His big, meaty hands somehow maintained their death grip on the chains overhead, hauling the combined weight of his massive body and equally massive chunk of concrete aloft enough for him to draw ragged breaths. 

Jack dropped the heavy beam of rebar to the uncaring ground and panted and heaved from his recent exertions, a fire of excitement and blood lust lighting up his scarred and ruined face, his teeth bared in a horrible grimace. The killer’s end game had begun, but he wasn’t finished with the devastatingly handsome muscle bull just yet. Not even close. 

The rugby stud’s towering phallus was somehow still rock hard and thrumming despite the breaking of both of his nuts, the mighty rod looking even larger and more magnificent than ever, and Jack realized that he needed to destroy this symbol of the lad’s oversized masculinity as well. He grabbed one of his smaller chains and looped it around the wide and thick base of Troy’s monumental meat spire several times. Jack then grabbed one of the dangling ends of chain in each of this big hands, and yanked brutally tight. Troy let out another choked grunt as the powerful killer began to strangle his titanic cock right at the root. The already hyper-bloated organ swelled impossibly larger still as even more blood was forced into it, the huge and tortured veins bulging ominously as the monument to manhood turned a darker and darker shade of purple. The steel chain was crushing the narrowing base of Troy’s cock harder and harder, threatening to pinch it off right at the root, which forced the already dangerously swollen cock bloat to truly terminal dimensions, looking like it could burst wide open at any moment. Jack could have sworn that the mighty meat cannon added at least another inch or two to its staggering length in those final moments, surpassing the realm of human possibility by reaching an impossible TWO FEET in length and achieving truly god-like dimensions. 

Jack tightly tied off the two ends of the chain right at the base of Troy’s heroically straining cock, maintaining its strangling grip on the thick cock root. The chain was very slowly choking the hulking stud’s gigantic cock to death, and if left on long enough, would eventually slay that mighty log of man meat. But Jack did not intend to wait that long. 

With Troy’s mammoth, two-foot-long cock choked off and ever so slowly strangling to death, Jack turned his attention to the stud’s gigantic cracked and fractured balls. Both orbs had now swollen to maximal dimensions, the warped and misshapen testicles only vaguely maintaining their original ovoid shape, and now darkened to a nearly uniform deep purple. Troy’s behemoth boy balls were clearly terminally wounded, but still — somehow — very much alive, and throbbing in unimaginable agony. 

The killer reached up with both eager hands to knead and fondle the stud’s grossly bloated and distended nutsac, feeling the ruptures in their thick and fibrous outer walls and the soft sponginess of the nearly pulped ball meat inside. Jack’s probing fingers found several deep fractures in both balls, and he enjoyed grinding the nearly ruined bollocks against one another and feeling them distort easily in his strong hands. The killer reveled in the horrible damage and destruction he had caused, and he knew that he was on the precipice of utterly annihilating the biggest set of nuts he’d likely ever see. 

But Jack was also surprised at how much structural integrity remained in both terminally swollen orbs, and realized that even now, at this late stage, it might be possible for the mighty rugby stud to heal at least some of this extreme damage, and survive with a minimally functioning set of balls. And if he managed to retain even a fraction of his stupendous virility, he’d still likely remain one of the most virile men on the planet. 

And there was no way Jack would allow this spectacular example of prime stud manhood to survive with even a sliver of his virility intact. 

Jack knew that Troy’s titanic testicles were now so heavily damaged and weakened that he could easily burst them with his bare hands, and he considered that option for several long moments and he cradled and fondled the bloated purple spheres resting so hot and heavy in his scarred hands. He could readily imagine the feeling of both giant nuts bursting his hands like a pair of overripe melons, their shattered tissues oozing between his clutching fingers, all of that burly beef rendered into nothing more than meat sauce. 

The killer’s large and preternaturally strong fingers flexed multiple times, firmly squeezing and releasing the tortured orbs over and over again, preparing for the crushing squeeze that would wreck Troy’s herculean huevos forever. 

But at the last moment, Jack decided that he wasn’t quite yet done with the still gasping and struggling Troy. No, he decided that he wanted to send the mega stud’s manhood off with a bang. 

The legendary killer picked the discarded beam of thick rebar off of the ground and then gazed upon the dangling stud once more. Troy’s struggles were becoming weaker and weaker, and his grip on the chains above was slowly slipping. If Jack did nothing but stand and watch, then it was only a matter of time before the muscle bull’s strength gave out and the chains once again began to choke that unbelievably thick and beefy neck of his, strangling the stud to death. Ditto for the slender chain throttling the base of Troy’s monumental stallion cock, which by now had turned a disturbingly dark shade of purple with veins so distorted and distended that they looked ready to burst right out of the skin. The huge chunk of concrete and iron hanging from the lad’s broken balls also seemed poised to finish the killer’s work and rip those gigantic sperm tanks right off of the stud’s muscular body, but somehow those almighty ball cords held, if only barely. 

This was the most magnificent young male that Jack had ever seen, and he wanted to send him off with an appropriate ending. 

Jack lined up one last blow from behind the quivering and struggling rugby stud, preparing to strike the backside of both heavily compromised balls with all of his might. Even a moderate strength tap would pulverize the young man’s critically compromised balls at this point, but the killer intended to hold nothing back on this last blow. He wanted the overkill to be extreme. He wanted to see those fantastically huge balls, those obscenely oversized sexual organs that had powered Troy’s pubescent growth spurt and transformed him into the most outrageously muscular hunk of a man that the killer had ever seen, explode in a shower of gore and splatter wetly on the ground in a burst of decimated manhood. Troy’s reign as an alpha stud of unparalleled might and stratospheric virility was about to come to a sudden and very, very violent end. 

The killer gently swung the rebar bat several times, tapping it against the backside of Troy’s straining, bulging nutsac, teasing the immensely muscular jock and dragging out his imminent emasculation. Even these light taps were burning agony for the struggling young buck, and tears streamed down from his gorgeous green eyes as he prepared for the end. All hope had left his proud young heart, and Troy was almost welcoming the release of his impending death. Jack drew back the thick chunk of rebar one last time, flexed his own massive muscles, and prepared for one final, fateful swing…

The sound of a redlining car engine suddenly split the night, and a pair of rapidly approaching headlights flickered on and illuminated the entire scene. Jack had just enough time to look up with a look of stunned surprise on his fire-ravaged face before the battered Audi struck him at top speed and then crashed with a deafening boom against the trunk of the huge sycamore tree. 

Addison had returned, regaining her courage and racing to the rescue of the love of her life. 

Jack’s body cushioned the car’s impact just enough to spare the engine and headlights, so a fiercely grinning Addison could watch as the killer’s body twitched and convulsed. She stared defiantly right into the killer’s blue eyes as the light left them and he slumped forward onto the battered and cum drenched hood of the car. 

The impact had also released the chains holding Troy aloft, allowing his massive form to crumple to the earth. The huge chunk of concrete struck the ground first, and then the mighty rugby player crashed balls first on top of it, crushing his supremely damaged balls between his rock solid muscles and the jagged chunk of stone, damn near finishing off his battered bullocks. 

Addison was trapped inside the car, one of her wrists still handcuffed to the steering wheel, so she could only shout encouragement to her beefy, battered lover as he ponderously drew himself upright and started fumbling with the chains at his crotch. The blond beauty was terrified that the killer would somehow come back to life and attack them both, and the urgency was clear in her panicked voice, but she tried to remain calm, realizing that Troy would somehow have to free himself and make his way to the revving car. 

The poor stud was exceedingly weak at this point and barely conscious, but he somehow managed to release the chains around his abraded and profoundly stretched out scrotal sac, freeing his balls from the massive concrete weight. He then stumbled the dozen or so paces to the passenger side of the car, wrenched the door open, and collapsed inside. As soon as the stud’s massive body was fully within the vehicle, Addison threw the car into reverse and peeled backwards, watching Jack’s mangled body crumple lifelessly to the ground. And then she spun the car around and raced off into the night, gunning it for the campus hospital more than half an hour away. 

And thus it was that Troy Cooper became the first victim ever to survive an encounter with the infamous Jack the Hammer. 

Zeke Gets his Comeuppance -- Jayse Version

Just in time for the holidays, here's another treat for you all! :D 

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Zeke Gets His Comeuppance 

Based on an original story by J. Dean

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It was still only mid morning by the time Zeke Stevens returned to his campus dorm room, the crisp November light illuminating the beautiful park-like quad visible from his big third-story window. The strikingly handsome college senior had just finished a grueling workout at the university gym, and had stopped by his room to shower and change before heading off to the library to continue his studies. Though Zeke was attending the university on a full four-year football scholarship, he was both highly intelligent and very dedicated to his scholastic pursuits, and was determined to rank at the top of his class when he graduated at the end of the year with his double majors in business and economics. Though many talent scouts were drooling over the prospects of signing Big Zeke into the ranks of the NFL, the young man knew that he needed a degree for a solid career, regardless of his athletic goals. 

Many would have never suspected that the dashingly handsome and enormously muscular young man had such a sharp mind or such career-based ambitions, for he looked every inch the classic, all-American college jock. Zeke was a tall tank of pure muscle, standing a full 6 feet, 4 inches tall and weighing a staggering 350 pounds of exquisitely chiseled, gridiron hardened beef. There was no doubt that the massive athlete was easily both the biggest and the strongest jock on campus, and with the rugged, square jawline, full and sensuous lips, tousled white-blonde hair, and sparkling blue eyes of his mixed Nordic and Germanic heritage, there was no question that he was one of the most handsome as well. 

Zeke raised the large double hung window to let in the cold morning air as he began to strip out of his extremely sweaty clothes. He shrugged out of his bulky sweatshirt first, and then peeled off the tight and sweat-soaked gray t-shirt, struggling to pull the sopping wet fabric off of his huge rock-hard muscles. The shirt caught on his enormous lat and shoulder muscles as his clothes always did — one of the downsides to being built so extraordinarily huge — and the big man heard a few threads snap and pop before he managed to worm the tortured fabric off and over his head. 

Now naked from the waist up, Zeke’s colossal physique was revealed to the room as he tossed the sloppy, water-logged t-shirt onto the hardwood floor with a wet splat. His enormous, mounded shoulders were every bit of a yard wide, the deltoid heads themselves flexing with deep striations like the carved wedges of a melon. His back was tremendously thick and muscular, with wide flaring lats that tapered down to a surprisingly narrow and trim midsection. His entire abdominal wall looked like it was carved out of marble, every single muscle expertly chiseled and defined. His ponderous pecs were truly spectacular, mammoth half globes of insanely dense and solid muscle that protruded a good six inches straight out from his big ribcage, defying gravity as they cast a heavy shadow over his upper abs. The small eraser nubs of his nipples quickly hardened into tight, little points from the chill air pouring in through the open window, but Zeke barely even noticed the cold; his phenomenally muscular bulk was such a furnace of body heat that he could have walked around outside completely naked and hardly suffered from the crisp autumnal cold. 

Zeke ran one of his big, muscular hands over his sweat-slickened pecs, admiring his own pump and enjoying the contrast between the coarseness of his thick blond chest hair and the smooth perfection of his skin. His hand then trailed down the rugged washboard of his chiseled abs, where more of that coarse body hair descended in a trail down to the drenched waistband of his sweatpants. He then shucked off his sneakers and socks, leaving him just in his dark red sweatpants. On a lesser man, Zeke’s sweatpants would have looked loose and baggy, but the big linebacker filled them to capacity with his ponderous thighs, enormous muscle-bloated calves, and huge meaty ass. The front of those sweats also tented obscenely at the groin, for Zeke was shockingly well endowed, and the thick cotton fabric tightly encased his massive genitals while leaving very little to the imagination. 

Zeke was just about to pull down his sweatpants when he felt a pair of small and delicate hands rest on his massive, heavily muscled back. The big man tensed for a moment in surprise before realizing that those hands must belong to his girlfriend of two years, Rachel Parker, and he quickly relaxed under her touch. Zeke grinned and said, “Well this is a sweet surprise!” his deep, rich voice rumbling out of his huge chest. “I didn’t even hear you come into the room!” 

“Good morning, big boy!” said her familiar, sultry voice. “I didn’t get a chance last night to properly congratulate you on your latest victory!” Zeke smiled and closed his eyes as he felt his girlfriend’s soft hands explore across his wide, colossal shoulders and down his fantastically muscular back. It was true, Zeke and Rachel hadn’t had a chance to meet up in private after yesterday’s big game, and he now had three day’s worth of splooge sloshing around inside of his massive bollocks — nearly a record for the ever randy and extremely virile young man. 

“How many wins does this make?” she purred sweetly as she softly kneaded the massive horseshoes of Zeke’s beyond-amazing tricep muscles, the enormous horseshoe of dense muscles exploding into amazing relief even when fully relaxed. 

The big man chuckled in response, his enormous chest swelling even bigger with understandable pride. “That’s 47 victories in a row. And if we win next week’s Division Finals, we’ll make history as the first college team to have four undefeated seasons back-to-back!” Excitement had been high on campus all season as the university’s football team inched closer and closer to this unprecedented goal, and everyone knew that it was due in great part to Zeke Stevens himself. The beefy behemoth was virtually unstoppable on the football field, so ferociously strong and quick and nimble that he could throw off almost any attempt to tackle him. Even his fellow teammates agreed, having named Zeke MVP three years in a row, and they were almost certain to award him with a fourth title at the end of next week, when they defeated their Division rivals. 

Delicate hands ran up the thick, muscular column of Zeke’s bullish neck to run fingers through the sweaty mess of his very thick, short, blonde hair. The nimble fingertips then ran up under his massive arms to cup the gigantic overhang of his unbelievable pectoral muscles, tweaking his hardened nipples and sensuously groping all of that heavy chest meat. Zeke made his colossal man breasts dance one at a time for her the way she liked, and he heard her giggle in response. Her hands then trailed once more down the 22-year-old’s powerfully built, muscular back, tracing the rugged relief map of his vast back before coming down to the two large and rock solid globes of his tight, round butt cheeks. She worked her hands under the fabric of the sweatpants to knead the naked butt muscles themselves, while the jockstrap at Zeke’s crotch struggled to contain the growing mass of his ever more excited bulge. 

“Mmm, looks like someone is eager for a hot beef injection!” Zeke drawled as he felt the young woman’s small fingers try to dig into all of that dense, meaty flesh, and he kept his huge butt muscles relaxed to allow her to grasp and knead as much of that thick meat as she could. Zeke really wasn’t a conceited or arrogant man, which was quite surprising considering what a hot and handsome bull stud he was, but he knew how much women loved to be with him. Not only was the young man the biggest stud on campus and hung like a donkey, he was also an amazing lover with remarkable staying power and almost limitless stamina. Before he had met and finally fallen in love with Rachel, Zeke had had a string of lovers both in high school and at college, and he’d left a trail of legendary stories of his sexual prowess in his wake. 

But today, he was very much looking forward to a steamy morning session with his gorgeous girlfriend. 

“Come on, babe. Are you teasing me or are we going to get naked and have hot monkey sex on my bed?” Zeke jokingly asked with amusement clear in his deep, baritone voice. “Don’t get me wrong, this foreplay is fantastic, but I’m eager to get to the main course!” 

Zeke didn’t hear a response, so he started to turn around, but a pair of delicate hands firmly gripped his enormous broad shoulders and pushed him back to facing forward. 

“Okay, whatever you like!” he said with a sex-roughened chuckle. “I’m sure I’ll enjoy whatever you have in mind.” 

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” her voice echoed in a demure response. But before Zeke had time to ponder her words, he felt her take a grip of his sweatpants on either side of his muscular hips, and then yank them partway down, revealing his amazing ass in all of its immense muscular glory. She had to work harder to peel the pants down further, for his massive thighs and bloated calves were just as sweaty and huge as the rest of his magnificent body, but she soon had the sweatpants pooled around Zeke’s ankles. She then ran her hands around and over the big stud’s extraordinarily firm bubble butt, and then down the thick curving planes of his absolutely enormous thighs. Zeke smirked as he saw her hands appear between his legs, pushing against his inner thighs, coaxing him to spread his legs farther apart. The big jock obliged and adjusted his stance as much as the pants around his ankles allowed, feeling his heavy basket shift with his motion. His huge heavy rod felt ready to burst, and his enormous, seed-laden balls felt cramped in the tight cotton pouch of his jockstrap. 

Finally, those small hands plunged in from either side of that straining pouch, one hand grasping the thick column of Zeke’s steadily expanding cock, and the other cupping one of the massive orbs of the young man’s tremendously heavy balls. ‘Here we go!’ thought Zeke with excitement. 

“Damn, she wasn’t lying! You really ARE hung like a fucking bison!!” came the young woman’s incredulous voice from behind Zeke. Startled and confused, Zeke twisted his mighty torso to look behind him, and was shocked by what he saw. 

“What the…?!” the huge linebacker said as he looked down behind him, his gorgeous blue eyes widening in surprise. Kneeling on the floor and reaching between his massive legs to massage his giant cock and balls was Rachel’s identical twin sister, Rebecca! The two young women were identical in almost every way; both were incredibly beautiful, with vivid green eyes, long and lustrous auburn hair, and killer bodies — voluptuous breasts, slender waists, and lush and curvaceous hips and butts. Zeke could always instantly tell them apart, though, for while Rachel’s eyes always looked upon Zeke with love and adoration, Rebecca’s eyes were always filled with scorn and disdain. And that was the gaze looking up at the young football stud now, one of enmity and hatred, though strangely mixed now with more than a bit of lust. 

An instant later, Zeke also realized that the two of them were not alone in the room, for there standing against the back wall were half a dozen big men, all wearing ski masks to conceal their identities. Their baggy jeans and clothes did little to hide their enormous size, for these were big athletes that nearly approached Zeke’s own colossal stature. They all wore letterman jackets for Zeke’s rival university, the one who’s football team he’d be facing off with next week for the Division Championship. While he couldn’t identify any of their faces through the ski masks, Zeke instantly knew without a doubt that these were members of that rival football team. 

And he instantly knew with equal certainty that he was in for a world of trouble. 

“Come and get him, boys!” Rebecca gleefully shouted as she wrapped both of her deceptively delicate hands around the long neck of Zeke’s massive scrotum and pulled downward, hard. 

“Ow! Let go! What the fuck, Rebecca?!” Zeke shouted as pain exploded in his crotch. He tried desperately to pry Rebecca’s slender fingers away from his captured nutsac, but the masked men were upon him in moments. Zeke tried to fight them off, and despite being heavily outnumbered, he might have succeeded… had Rebecca not been hanging from his huge nuts. Even as Zeke lurched around the room and tried to throw off his attackers, Rebecca never lost her death grip on the meaty mass between his legs, and he dragged her across the room by his balls as he desperately struggled to break free, racking his overstretched nuts something fierce in the process. 

The agony exploding from his stretched out nutsac tipped the scale in favor of his masked attackers, who quickly subdued the young man. Four of the masked men gripped Zeke’s enormous and powerful arms, two on either side, holding him immobile as Rebecca finally released his tortured balls and stepped before the big linebacker, cruelly taunting him. 

“You know, I’ve always hated you, Zeke,” Rebecca said, malice and disgust plainly evident in her voice. “Sure, I get it — you’re ridiculously handsome, built like a brick shithouse, and hung like a horse. You’re also smart and sweet and blah, blah, blah. Whatever! I also think you’re a prick and a raging douchebag. So I arranged to steal your dorm key from my unsuspecting sister, and allow some ‘old friends’ of yours to stop by for a visit. They’re going to take you down a peg or two, Zeke, and show you what happens to arrogant assholes like you who think they’re better than everyone else! Let’s rough him up, boys!” 

The last sentence was directed at the six big, masked men, who made their move. One of the guys thrust his hand down between Zeke’s huge, sweaty ass cheeks to grope into the ridiculously bulging pouch of his jockstrap, grasping the neck of his absolutely enormous, overstuffed scrotum. Without warning, the man tightened his painful grip even more, and then yanked back and upwards, jerking Zeke’s cum-swollen nuts into the crevice between his mammoth muscle cheeks. 

“ARGH!! OOWWWW!!” Zeke bellowed. “Oh FUCK!! My BALLS!!” 

His assailant wasn’t done, and gave several more short, sharp, violent jerks, making as if he was trying to rip Zeke’s huge nuts clean off, and succeeding in stretching them to never-before-seen lengths. The masked man was literally flossing Zeke’s deep, hairy ass crack with the long, narrow neck of his insanely stretched out scrotum, and he was amazed at how far he’d been able to stretch them. The naked nuts themselves were absolutely enormous, by far the biggest testicles that any of them had ever seen, easily the size of big, ripe grapefruits. As the masked man yanked the screaming nuts even harder, the thick, tortured veins that ran just under the surface of Zeke’s scrotal skin swelled bigger and bigger, as the balls themselves started reddening under all of the strain. 

A cruel smile spread across the masked man’s face as Zeke continued to writhe and bellow in pain, which made him jerk his tight fist harder still, really redlining the tough cords and fleshy tethers that connected the linebacker’s humongous bollocks to his muscular, straining crotch. He then started pressing the enormously bulging testes into the small of the big man’s muscle-girded back, crushing them against the rock solid wall of muscle. Agony was exploding inside of Zeke’s screaming nuts, and the big man would have collapsed to his knees had that action not threatened to finish the job and rip his stud nuts right off. 

“Rebecca…! This is crazy…!” Zeke pleaded and panted as he felt the man’s second hand join the first, each grabbing a massive, meaty orb and beginning to squeeze. “Oh God!! Oh FUCK!! He’s squeezing my balls! Help me!! Oh fuck, they feel like they’re gonna BURST!!” 

“What’s the matter, Zeke?” Rebecca asked in a fake sympathetic voice, further taunting the big man. “Can’t a big strong stud like yourself endure a little ball pain? Or are those fat nuts of yours weak? Are they your Achilles Heel?” The gorgeous red head chuckled as Zeke’s handsome brow furrowed and his blue eyes squeezed shut against the pain exploding within his massive balls. 

For his part, the masked man clutching the football star’s bollocks was actually enjoying the feeling of the huge, hot, heavy plums in his big sweaty hands, and he kept crushing them harder and harder still in his powerful grip. The big man was 100% straight and normally would have been disgusted at the thought of touching another man’s sac. But Zeke’s bollocks were so outrageously huge that they fascinated the masked man, and the knowledge that he had the entirety of the blond muscle man’s procreative future literally in the palms of his hands made the masked assailant feel flushed with power, and more than a little turned on. He clutched his thick fingers harder and harder, really digging them into all of that extraordinary wealth of man meat. Incredibly, however, the astonishingly dense and tough testicles were barely even deforming in his hands no matter how hard he squeezed, but the grunts, brays, and bellows issuing from the handsome linebacker let him know that he was indeed causing the big man some serious agony. 

Zeke was forced onto his tip toes to try to minimize the stretch to his massive bollocks, making his huge, muscle-bloated calves bulge into diamond-shaped hardness. And with both of his arms firmly held in the powerful grip of four other men, Zeke couldn’t fight them off or reach behind him to free his big, enslaved balls. 

The masked man behind him started force-marching Zeke around the big dorm room, using his grip on the stud’s huge nuts as leverage to steer him. He finally ended up with Zeke standing directly before Rebecca once again, the beautiful woman looking up into the tall man’s stunning blue eyes as she continued to taunt the enormously endowed sports stud. 

“Oh Zeke, you really are such an incredible specimen of man,” Rebecca said, tracing her delicate fingers over the absolutely enormous swell of his proud, hairy pecs, gently tweaking his hard, rubbery nipples. “Everybody knows it! You’re the greatest athlete this university has ever seen. You’re the most muscular stud on campus, and probably the handsomest, too, if I’m being totally honest. And your prowess as a lover is legendary. I mean, look at you! Your huge stud nuts are clearly in agony, and yet you’re still hard as a rock!” 

“Wha…?” Zeke began to say, looking down at his crotch. There, sure enough, was his massive cock, hard as steel, and looking ready to burst right out of his straining jockstrap. 

“So listen up, big boy! Not that you really have a choice right now. You’re going to let me and my boys play with you for a while, and then we will let you go.” The scarlet-haired beauty placed her hand on Zeke’s imprisoned donkey-dick. “And maybe when we’re done, we’ll let you keep this ridiculously oversized set of cock and balls.” 

“What the fuck… are you… talking about?” Zeke asked between gasps for breath, his incredibly deep, confident voice faltering in the face of this concerted attack against his massive man parts. 

“I mean, we just want to have some fun with you!” Rebecca said with a lascivious grin. “And hey, look at it this way — it’s like every guy’s fantasy to fool around with a set of identical twins. Now’s your chance, big guy! You’ve already bedded my sister, and now you get to mess around with me!” she explained as she began to squeeze and twist the athlete’s big fat dick head like a doorknob. 

“Oh my God! My DICK!! OWW!! Oh shit, that hurts!! Please! Please stop, Rebecca!!” Zeke yelped to no avail. 

Sweat poured off the man’s titanic muscles despite the chill in the room, running down his forehead to sting his eyes and blur his sight. Zeke’s massive chest was heaving as he gasped for breath against the pain, and his powerful jaw was clenched tight, big muscles flexing and twitching in his cheeks and bullish neck. The devastatingly handsome hunk continued begging for mercy, but neither the cruel red head nor her masked goons looked willing to spare the big man an ounce of pain. 

Zeke continued to struggle against his assailants, while four men held his arms, a fifth kept on yanking and squeezing at his screaming balls, and the young woman maliciously doorknobbed his swollen and bloated cock head, roughly rubbing the ribbed cotton fabric against the sensitive skin of his swollen glans. He had no hope of breaking free, but his struggles were beginning to annoy Rebecca. 

“I don’t think big Zeke here has figured out who’s really in charge yet,” Rebecca quipped. “Boys, let’s step things up a bit.” 

The sixth masked assailant, who hadn’t even touched Zeke yet, smiled at Rebecca’s words and stood up next to his comrade behind the trapped linebacker. The black-masked man was the biggest and most muscular of all the big masked men, and at his signal, the fifth man adjusted his grip to stop squeezing Zeke’s balls and instead wrap both hands around the neck of his insanely overstretched scrotum. 

A look of relief washed over Zeke’s extraordinarily handsome, expertly chiseled face as his red and slightly swollen nuts experienced a reprieve from their torture. But their relief was all too brief. 

A beefy smack echoed loudly in the room as the sixth thug smashed his huge fist down with brutal force into the blond stud’s trapped bollocks, crushing them against the twin fists gripping them in place. Zeke’s blue eyes crossed as his mouth dropped open in a comical O of surprise and mind-numbing pain. Then a second and even more powerful punch dropped Big Zeke to his knees, with the fifth thug releasing his trapped spuds lest he rip them off. 

The other four guys released Zeke’s arms as well, allowing the groaning muscle bull to immediately bend forward and gingerly clutch his own battered balls. They all grinned at each other, knowing that they had literally knocked most of the fight out of the ferociously strong muscle giant, and they prepared to have even more fun with the big man. 

The huge assailant in the black mask then lined up his booted foot and launched a powerful and devastating kick into the enormous undercarriage of Zeke’s titanic testes, smashing the stud’s own big hands into his throbbing balls. 

“MY BOYS!!!” Zeke wailed in pain as he was forced to drop forward onto all fours. 

A second kick was launched into the giant linebacker’s crotch, this time catching him in the cotton-clad cock as well, flattening his huge, beefy schlong against his rock hard abs, and nearly lifting the big man off the floor in the process. 

Rebecca looked down at the sight of Big Zeke on his hands and knees, and squealed, “Ooh, now he can give me a horsey ride!!” She straddled her curvaceous legs around the small of Zeke’s narrow, muscle-girded waist and dug the fingers of her left hand into the short, white-blond hair at the back of his head, gripping tight. She then grabbed the waistband of his jockstrap with her right hand and yanked it as hard as possible, giving the huge muscle man an atomic wedgie. With her legs wrapped around Zeke’s waist, Rebecca was able to clamp the young man’s enormous steely hard cock between her sock-clad feet, feeling it throb and pulse with virile life. 

The huge masked man reached down to grasp the swinging, swaying bag of testicles dangling between Zeke’s utterly massive thighs, cupping the unbelievably huge stones and causing the big blond stud to wince. “Aww, poor baby!” the man said in a deep and taunting voice. “Are your big nuts all swollen and tender? Well, you ain’t felt nuthin’ yet!” 

With that, the big man yanked upward, hauling Zeke’s huge ass into the air and once again forcing him onto his toes, making the hunky blond jock bellow in pain. 

“Giddy up!” Rebecca commanded, slapping one of Zeke’s hairy, muscular butt cheeks, leaving a red imprint of her small, dainty hand. Weary and defeated, and with the clutching grip on his precious bollocks encouraging him from behind, Zeke crawled around the room on his hands and toes for what seemed like an eternity. The red-headed beauty kept giggling and cheering; “Yee HAW!! Giddy up! Ride ‘em cowboy!” Zeke’s pain and humiliation was made even worse by the way Rebecca kept expertly massaging his raging boner with her feet as he was paraded around the room like some huge, muscular beast of burden. 

When she finally tired of her horse play, Rebecca shouted, “Ooh, how about a test?” 

“What kind of test?” one of the buff masked men asked. 

“Let’s see how many push ups this big strong muscle man can do while I sit on his back!” Rebecca scooted forward until she was seated on Zeke’s incredibly broad upper back, her legs straddling the big man’s thick, muscle-corded neck. An already exhausted Zeke moaned but knew he had no choice. He straightened out his massive legs and raised his weight up onto his quivering arms, and was about to start when he heard a voice speak out from behind him. 

“Wait! I’ll help,” said one of the masked grunts. As Zeke started to lower himself on his massive but strength-depleted arms, he felt a booted foot press onto his naked ass and slam his pelvis down, painfully smashing his engorged cock and reddened and swelling balls between his hard-muscled body and the hardwood floor. 

The boot then lifted off of his ass, and Zeke struggled to rise on shaky arms, his enormous upper arm muscles bulging and swelling to even greater size. But no sooner did he reach the top then a booted foot would return, forcefully pushing him back to the floor and mashing his genitals into the unyielding wood. Over and over again, Zeke would grunt and struggle and lift himself up on his profoundly tired arms, only to have his groin smashed into the floor once more. The chuckling masked thugs took turns stomping on the blond jock’s huge, muscular ass, slamming his hips to the ground with bone-cracking force, and mercilessly crushing his bruised and battered manhood into the hard floor. 

Despite his previous grueling arm workout at the gym and his present exhaustion, Zeke kept churning out push up after push up, his inflamed and blood-engorged arms quivering with the effort. His mighty guns felt more like floppy noodles by this point, but still the young blond jock pressed onward, afraid of what they might do next to him when he could no longer crank out any more push ups. But in the end, even the mighty Zeke Stevens had his limits, and after nearly one hundred push ups in a row, he finally collapsed heavily to the floor, unable to raise himself up on his weary arms. 

“Hmm, that was impressive I guess,” Rebecca said without much conviction, lifting herself up off of the fallen football hero and gazing down at his immensely muscular, sweaty body, deciding what to do next to the big man. She then glanced over at the open window, and her stunning green eyes lit up with an idea. 

“Help Zeke up to his feet, boys! I’ve got an idea!” 

The six masked men quickly complied, roughly hauling a battered and chastened Zeke up onto his quivering legs. He was so exhausted at this point that any one of the half dozen men could have taken him down, let alone all six of them. 

“I wanna finally see what my sister’s been crazy for these past two years,” Rebecca said, grabbing the waistband of Zeke’s sweaty jockstrap. 

“Please… don’t…” Zeke weakly begged. 

“Too late!” Rebecca replied, roughly yanking the big man’s sweat- and precum-drenched jockstrap to the floor. 

Zeke’s giant, bloated cock sprang out and almost slapped Rebecca in the face as it reared upward, finally freed from the constraining fabric. The young man’s cock was absolutely huge, well over a foot long of the thickest, beefiest, hardest, veiniest man meat that any of them had ever seen! His equally humongous balls, glowing an angry red from all of the recent squeezing and battering, drooped down heavily in their much-abused sac, dangling just past mid thigh from the muscle titan’s sweaty blond crotch. 

“Holy shit!” Rebecca exclaimed, her eyes as wide as saucers. “Rachel said you were big, but I never imagined that you were THIS big!!” One of the masked men whistled in admiration as well, but they were otherwise silent, shocked and awed by the sheer staggering size of the handsome jock’s mighty manhood. 

She eagerly reached out with both hands to grasp the fat column of Zeke’s titanic penis, her dainty fingers unable to wrap even halfway around the colossal girth of the huge member. She started squeezing and kneading the beefy tube of meat, marveling at its size, its sturdy solidness, and the tremendous heat coming off of its silky smooth skin. Rebecca gave the massive schlong a few experimental strokes, loving the juxtaposition of the velvety soft skin over the rock solid and vein-ridged flesh beneath, and was rewarded with a glistening pearl of clear precum budding from the delicate pouting lips of the swollen and bloated glans. This was the mightiest, meatiest, most beautifully formed penis the young woman had ever seen in her vast experience with men, and she was momentarily mesmerized by the sight. 

“No wonder why my sister is in love with you, Zeke!” Rebecca said, gazing upward into the handsome blond stud’s sad and frightened blue eyes. “She must have so much fun with this! I’ll bet she rides your massive joystick to a shuddering orgasm every chance she gets! Mmm, and I’ll bet with a set of breeder balls like these, you shoot massive loads, too!” she continued, hefting one of Zeke’s massive, reddened nards in her hand. “Hell, I’m surprised you haven’t knocked her up yet!” 

“Oh yes,” Rebecca cooed as she continued to stroke Zeke’s mammoth cock with one hand and fondle his titanic testes with the other. “I wanna see this bad boy shoot. I’m going to milk every last drop of cum out of you.” 

“You can’t… make me… cum…” Zeke half-panted, half-growled, a surprising amount of defiance in the exhausted man’s deep voice. Of all the humiliating things they had already made him do, surely they couldn’t make him do that? 

“Oh, we’ll see about that, stud!” Rebecca said as she began to work his huge dick, pumping it with both hands, and squeezing and stroking it from thick root to bulbous tip. But even though Zeke’s cock remained hard as an anvil, her continued stroking wasn’t achieving any results. She decided to enjoy the hunk while she had him, so she tossed her long auburn hair to one side, smiled up at the captive muscle man, and plunged his cock down her throat. 

Rebecca was an expert cock sucker, having had years of practice, and her talented throat was soon clutching every last inch of Zeke’s mammoth member, her sensual lips locked around the wide and thick base of his behemoth dick. Zeke’s gorgeous blue eyes widened in surprise and unwilling pleasure, for no one had ever taken all of him down their throat before, not even Rebecca’s sister Rachel. The blond lad’s entire monumentally muscular body was squirming in pleasure, but he held on, refusing to shoot his load, as minute after minute of the most incredible blowjob in his life ticked by. 

“Does it normally take this long?” one of the masked men asked, impatience clear in his surly voice. 

Rebecca hauled Zeke’s entire, saliva-drenched cock out of her hungry throat with a wet SLURP and considered his words while she continued stroking the massive, slick phallus with one hand. “Zeke’s actually rather legendary for his staying power. Rachel even told me about a time when he fucked her for over two hours straight, holding back his own load until she’s cum over a dozen times and her entire body felt like boneless chicken, and only then pumping her full of his jock seed. But that said, no man has ever held out so long against one of my blow jobs, so Zeke is definitely fighting against me.” 

She glanced again at the open window, where the cold late morning air was still drifting into the dorm room. “I’ve got an idea,” she said. “Let’s bring Zeke over to that window. I’ve got a surefire way to make him blow his cookies!” 

The six men then frogmarched the protesting football star over to the open window, making the handsome naked stud face out over the beautiful grassy quad. Four of the men grabbed each of Zeke’s powerful limbs, stretching them out spreadeagled, while the last two men stood on either side of the window. All six men took care to keep themselves out of sight from the quad below as much as possible, so that it looked like Zeke was pressing himself against the window opening. A small crowd of curious students had already gathered below, drawn by the sounds of grunting and bellowing coming from Zeke’s open window. But when the beautiful muscle man made an appearance at the window in all of his naked and massively engorged glory, the shouts and laughter from the students outside started drawing more and more attention to the scene playing out in Zeke’s dorm room. 

The heartstoppingly handsome young jock blushed crimson in shame and embarrassment as his naked and aroused body was displayed to the laughing and taunting students below. But as the big blond football star was about to discover, his humiliation had only just begun. 

The window sill was high enough that a kneeling Rebecca was completely hidden from view. In fact, the sill was high enough that the tall muscle jock’s chiseled groin was level with the wooden frame, allowing his huge, heavy, and slightly swollen nuts to rest on its broad, cold surface. Rebecca knelt before the enormously muscular ass of her sister’s boyfriend, admiring the stunning view, a malicious smile spreading across her beautiful face. 

Rebecca then lasciviously inserted one of her long, delicate fingers into her mouth, soaking it with her saliva, before spreading Zeke’s titanic butt cheeks to reveal the small, hairy rosebud of his puckered anus. 

“You remember this, don’t you?” she then said as she inserted her slender finger to the knuckle into Zeke’s hot, muscular ass. 

The blond bull’s eyes once again flew open wide and his entire body arched backwards, a familiar yet unwelcome sensation washing through his swollen loins. 

“Yeah, Rachel told me how you like getting fingered during sex. She says that it drives you wild, and always makes you shoot the biggest cum loads. Let’s see how long you can hold out now, big boy!” 

Rebecca was telling the truth; Zeke did indeed love having his ass fingered while having sex. He sometimes even fingered himself with his own big, thick digits when he was masturbating, though it always filled him with a secret shame. Rachel was the only woman he’d ever let finger him, and he was beyond humiliated that his secret was now out. 

The beautiful young woman kept finger banging Zeke, soon adding a second finger along her first, and gently but firmly massaging the stud’s swollen prostate with each thrust. It was as if lightning had struck Zeke’s massive body. His toes curled, his hips bucked, and his entire body writhed in uncontrollable lust. He could feel his muscular butt cheeks clenching around Rebecca’s invading fingers, and his humongous barrel chest heaved and expanded as he gasped for breath. Big Zeke could feel the sap rising in his cock, and though he tried with all of his might to hold back, and could feeling himself charging toward the precipice of a massive orgasm. 

“Get ready boys!” Rebecca said. “He’s close! Won’t be long now!” 

Zeke was shamelessly grunting and groaning now, his immensely muscular body bucking wildly in the open window, much to the delighted screams and laughter from the huge crowd of students below. His colossal cock started thumping and throbbing like a raging beast, preparing to start pumping out the granddaddy of all stud loads. 

“NOW!!” Rebecca yelled. 

The two masked men on either side of the window gripped both raised window panes and slammed them down as hard as they could, plunging the heavy windows downward like a double guillotine toward Zeke’s defenseless cock and balls below, crushing them with brutal force against the windowsill. 

“EEEOOOWWWWW!!!” Big Zeke bellowed in unreal agony, his entire bulky body arching backwards against the awful pain coming from his trapped genitals. It felt like his huge testicles had shattered and his mighty cock had been all but chopped off of his body… and the truth was nearly as severe. The meaty center of Zeke’s massive bollocks had been crushed more than halfway flat beneath the two heavy-framed window panes, with the testicular tissues inside and outside the window bulging grotesquely around the invading wooden beam. The young man’s gargantuan cock fared no better, the window panes crushing down on the very root of his massive penis and flattening that section of the extremely girthy shaft, and causing the remaining two thirds or so of his throbbing cock to swell and bloat even larger still, looking like it might burst apart. 

The pair of masked men grunted and laughed as they pressed downward with all of their might, pinning Zeke’s genitals in place and further crushing them between the two beams of solid wood. Zeke howled and bucked in even greater agony as he felt his tender man parts being squashed into oblivion, and he feared that his mighty manhood would be broken and ruined at any moment. 

But Zeke had already tumbled over the edge, and his massive orgasm would not be denied. Even the imminent destruction of his mighty genitals couldn’t stop the unstoppable freight train swelling in his loins. 

The first rhythmic pulse slammed into Zeke’s groin, and he screamed in animal agony, for his mammoth cum load could not escape. The two window panes squeeing down with ever increasing force on his genitals had effectively pinched his cum tube closed, causing his mighty wellhead of sperm to back up into his sexual plumbing, making the various tubes and chambers inside his body dangerously swell and bloat with too much cum. 

The second and third pulses slammed into his body, and the big blond bull screeched in pain, feeling like his entire groin was about to violently explode. It was the worst pain he’d ever felt in his entire life, and the handsome young football star knew for certain that his treasured manhood, the source of his great masculine power and his phenomenally muscular build, was about to be destroyed, his own monumental virility used against him to rupture his manhood from within. 

But on the fourth mighty pulse, something amazing happened. With a loud CRACK, the thick, double-paned glass of the outer window developed a large crack that ran vertically up the entire length of the window. And on the next mighty pulse, the glass in the inner window frame cracked as well. The horizontal wooden beams running along the bottom edge of the window panes began to visibly bow upward in the middle. Incredibly — impossibly — the powerful throbbing of Zeke’s almighty cock was forcing the hardwood beams to warp and bend around his insanely strong and tough shaft! 

Spiderwebs of cracking glass continued to grow and spread across the two sets of windows as Zeke’s hulking, beefy cock kept on throbbing and pulsing in unrequited orgasm. Until finally, with a sharp and resounding CRUNCH, the two bottom wooden beams splintered and broke, allowing the young man’s huge cock shaft to plump back up to almost its normal girth, and freeing his too-long-held cum load. 

Shouts and screams erupted from the gathered student body below as unnaturally massive and voluminous ropes and streamers of stud spunk began to erupt out of Zeke’s gigantic penis, lashing all those in its path with enormous slugs of the young man’s heroic virility. People rushed and pushed each other out of the way to clear a wide path for the volcanic spray of thick man milk, as Zeke pumped out a deluge of his prime baby batter, blasting his almost scaldingly hot sperm in a wide arc extending dozens of feet before him. 

Rebecca grinned like a woman possessed as she kept on finger banging Zeke’s magnificent muscle ass, working in a third and then a fourth finger to better rape the stud of all of his manly juices. 

The cataclysmic orgasm thundered onward far longer than should have been humanly possible, Zeke’s half crushed bull nuts seeming to pump out more white liquid bullion than was possible. The thrashing, bellowing muscle hunk wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised to have seen the dense and meaty guts of his mighty bollocks burst out of his cock in long streamers and strands, so powerfully were his huge orbs convulsing and contracting inside of their pouch. 

All told, Zeke must have pumped out more than two dozen mighty ropey salvos of his hot and steamy hunk spunk, each titanic wad containing more fertile sperm than almost any other man could shoot in an entire day. The blond muscle bull was a hyper masculine stud in his sexual prime. and the proof of his astounding virility was now splashed across the quad. The sidewalk and lawn below were littered with huge clots and viscous pools of his astonishingly thick and chunky splooge, and the unlucky students who had been in the initial path of his ejaculation were covered in messy festoons of funky jock jizz. The voices and shouts and catcalls from the crowd below had grown quite loud at this point, and despite the agony radiating from his recently purged loins, Zeke felt himself blush with even greater shame. 

The two beefy masked men are able to raise the two cracked and broken windows with considerable effort, freeing the trapped linebacker and letting him collapse to the floor with a heavy and meaty THUD. Zeke was so exhausted and drained that he didn’t even have the strength to cradle his horribly battered manhood. Instead, he just lay there on the cold floor with his mighty limbs spread wide, softly crying at his utter humiliation. 

“I’m sorry, you were saying something about how I couldn’t make you cum?” Rebecca asked with feigned innocence. Her more than ample breasts hung mere inches from Zeke’s handsome tear-streaked face, her pert femininity mocking his conquered masculinity. “Face it, I now own every inch of your body, physically and sexually. All those big muscles couldn’t help you against one little girl. I doubt Rachel will even want you now, not after she learns that you let her sister finger bang your ass!”

“Fuck…you…!” Zeke barely managed to mutter, his voice a deep and hoarse rumble in his enormously muscular chest. The flame-haired young woman look down at him with angry incredulity. 

“Bad move, tough guy!” Rebecca said as she shook her head back and forth. With a series of commands, she set her masked goons in motion. One big guy hoisted up one of Zeke’s giant legs, while a second man lifted up the other, forming a large V in the air. The other four men lined up, cruel smiles on their faces as they gazed hungrily down at the bruised, battered, bloated set of ridiculously stretched out bull balls resting heavy and vulnerable on the wood floor. 

Zeke immediately realized what they had in mind and he started to weakly fight back, begging, “Please… no… don’t…” 

“Let’s put him out of his misery, boys!” Rebecca said. 

And with that, two of the masked men each lifted up a heavy boot and slammed it down, each man stomping one of Zeke’s massive, mighty testicles, crushing it against the ground. Zeke threw back his handsome head and howled in agony, every gargantuan muscle in his magnificent body bulging and flexing mightily as the source of his manhood was crushed and ground into the solid floor. They reared up their legs and slammed them down again, and again, and over and over again, mercilessly wrecking the blond football hero’s once proud bull balls, making the hunk’s insanely muscular upper body twist and writhe in agony as he whimpered and bellowed in pain. 

Zeke’s goliath gonads were so unspeakably huge, especially now that they were starting to steadily swell under the unbelievably brutal onslaught of abuse, that the two masked men could each only target one massive orb at a time. But that was fine with them, as they worked in concert to slam their feet down simultaneously, chuckling and cheering after landing a particularly powerful boot stomp. 

The blond jock’s gorgeous bollocks had already been looking much the worse for wear even before the boot stomping had begun, and now they were quickly taking on a dangerously bruised and swollen appearance. Mottled dark red and purple bruises were starting to blossom all over their vast surfaces, and the scrotal skin was starting to grow taut around its weighty contents as the two traumatized testicles started to swell enormously and fill up all available space inside of his growing nutsac. His formerly dense and sturdy bull nuts were starting to become positively soft and squishy, and the mighty orbs were flattening out more and more under each stomp, plumping back to their full ovoid shapes between each blow, but starting to take longer to do so each time. 

The masked men took turns punishing and pummeling Zeke’s mammoth man nuts, cycling through holding his legs aloft, stomping on his huge berries, or cheering their buddies on from the sidelines. 

Meanwhile, Zeke’s enormous cock impossibly remained more than half hard despite the rain of destruction falling down upon his titanic testicles. The huge sex organ flopped and twitched heavily along the deep centerline groove of the stud’s rugged and chiseled abdominal muscles. But as the young man’s failing nuts grew more and more squishy and mushy, the successive boot stomps started forcing squirts of cum directly out of his squashed nuts and out the tip of his massive dork. While the big man sobbed and cried and weakly struggled, his traitorous cock began spraying his cobblestone abs and the broad planes of his monumentally thick and beefy chest with even more of his precious goo. 

The masked men exclaimed gleefully as they saw the defeated muscle bull start spraying out thick slugs of cum all over his fantastically muscular torso, and that encouraged them to stomp even harder than ever, hoping to crush and stomp every last viable sperm cell out of the young man’s obscenely massive balls. 

Zeke’s upper body was soon awash with his own thick and chunky nut sludge, pooling in the deep crevices between his muscles and running down his chiseled flanks in thick rivers. Every last bit of strength and fight had been beaten out of the young man, and he barely twitched or grunted with each subsequent stomp, almost silently sobbing as he felt his mighty manhood slowly obliterated beneath his assailants’ booted feet. 

The scene was clearly building to an explosive conclusion, for Zeke’s weakening and swelling balls clearly couldn’t take much more abuse. They’d already sustained orders of magnitude more punishment than any mortal man should have ever been able to endure, but even their phenomenal strength and durability was wearing out. 

The final two masked men, the biggest guys in the group, must have known this, for they started stomping down harder than ever, trying to stomp their boots down clear THROUGH the floor below them. Zeke’s monstrously bloated bollocks were making disturbing squelching and squishing sounds with each devastating blow, but they continued to rebound each time, proving that they were still whole. Heavily mauled and damaged, but still technically intact. But for how much longer? 

The final barrage of blows was the fastest and most violent of them all, falling down on Zeke’s poor defenseless gonads with cruel and merciless intensity. The inhuman punishment went on and on and on, though it was clearly only a matter of time before… 

CRUUUNCH!!!

With a final, tremendous, devastating double nut stomp, both of Zeke’s beleaguered bull balls were finally pushed beyond their limits, and the tough and fibrous outer walls of both titanic testes cracked with a loud and sickening crunch. 

The pain was so extraordinary that Zeke’s upper body shot bolt upright, his massive and insanely powerful arms wrapping around the jean-clad leg of one of the men planting his boot into a squashed stud nut. His nearly completely hard cock let out an enormous squirt of jizz, which streaked out across the floor in front of him nearly all the way to the far wall. Zeke’s beautiful blue eyes were bugging open and his sculpted jaw was drooping open in shock and surprise, the agony coming from his broken nuts so awesome and intense that his poor mind simply couldn’t handle it. 

Both wickedly grinning men dug their feet even deeper into the heavily traumatized flesh, ripping small mewling sounds from Zeke’s throat as his profoundly flattened balls made scrunching and crackling noises. They ground their heavy boots into Zeke’s squashed balls for several long minutes, threatening to cause them to catastrophically rupture. But despite the unspeakably heavy damage they’d received and the partial fractures in both massive testicles, Zeke’s bullish bollocks endured even this final indignity, steadfastly refusing to explode. 

When the two brutish thugs felt that Zeke had had enough, they finally lifted their feet off of the young man’s shattered nuts. The big blond muscle hunk remained sitting upright, his eyes vacantly staring off into the unknowable distance, a long strand of drool hanging out of his open mouth. His twin testicles were now hideously bloated, having swollen from the size of grapefruits to damn near the size of ten pound bowling balls! His grossly enlarged ballsac was shiny and taut, straining to contain the almost completely wrecked bollocks within. Both nuts were now black and purple and blue, so profoundly bruised that they didn’t look even remotely like a set of healthy human balls anymore. 

Rebecca leaned forward and spoke softly into Zeke’s ear, not knowing or caring if the young man could even hear her anymore. 

“Now that your big bull nuts are so thoroughly fucked, there’s no way that you’ll be able to play during the Division championships this weekend. Hell, you’ll be lucky to be able to walk by the end of the week! And without you, your undefeated football team doesn’t stand a chance. Your winning streak will be broken, your name will be tarnished, your fame will disappear, and with luck, your professional football career will be over before it’s even begun!” 

“As for your balls,” Rebecca continued. “Well, a big, strapping young man like you might be able to heal all of this damage and recover completely from even this much trauma and abuse. Or maybe you won’t. I don’t really care. All that matters is that I owned you, I wrecked you, and I ruined you. Take care, big guy, and catch ya on the flip side!” 

With that, Rebecca gently shoved Zeke’s enormous left shoulder, causing the huge stud to topple bonelessly backwards. The handsome blond football star was unconscious even before he hit the floor. 

“Alright boys!” Rebecca gleefully exclaimed. “Anyone else hungry? I’ve worked up one hell of an appetite!” 

The six masked men laughed and chuckled right along with the red-haired beauty as she led them out of the room, leaving the door open and not caring who walked in. 

Big Zeke lay spread eagled in the middle of his floor, his gloriously naked body glazed with his own profuse seminal emissions, his gigantic cock finally grown limp and hanging ponderously over one hip. The rise and fall of his herculean chest was the only visible sign that he was still alive, particularly with his sightless blue eyes staring vacantly as the ceiling above him. His total wreck of a nutsac rested heavily on the floor, swelling to fill all of the available space between his mammoth thighs, looking like a black and blue beach ball. Zeke didn’t know it yet, but his life would never be the same…