Marine Corp Meat - Part 1

Here's another military-themed story series for you all to enjoy! I unfortunately no longer recall who was the original author of this story idea; otherwise, I would gladly give credit to whoever came up with the story idea at the heart of this saga. I have greatly expanded upon the original version, though, and added my usual 'Jayse' touches, and I hope it keeps you all entertained. :) 

There are 6 chapters in total for this series, so please enjoy the next month and a half of weekly installments...

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Marine Corp Meat, Part 1

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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Even after many hours of brutal tortures, the spectacularly muscular POW’s stubborn resistance hadn’t flagged in the slightest. In fact, not only was he becoming accustomed to the pain and abuse, he was also powerfully sexually aroused by it all. The U.S. Marine knew that he was built fantastically strong and tough, and he was determined to prove to his Russian captors that he could endure any and all abuses that they could heap upon him. It turned him on to no end to stun and astound his brutal captors by showing off his manly defiance, maintaining an utterly colossal boner throughout his hours-long torture session, and periodically pumping out a MASSIVE load of his G.I. jizz during the most severe of torments. Matt knew he was a true he-man alpha stud, and he was going to show these Commie punks how a REAL man endured torture! 

Marine Lance Corporal Matthew Schmidt had been on a routine patrol with his unit along the Russian-held Ukrainian border when his unit had been ambushed. A concussion grenade had temporarily incapacitated him, but he was conscious enough to remember half a dozen sets of enemy hands roughly grabbing him and dragging his temporarily stunned and paralyzed body from the scene, even as his comrades in arms fought back and tried to rescue him. The ambush was too well planned, however, and his Russian captors had made it away with his limp, heavy form without suffering any casualties of their own. 

That had been more than two days ago, and even after untold tortures, Corporal Schmidt STILL refused to beg for mercy or answer any of their questions. Instead, Matt used his deep baritone voice to taunt his tormentors, daring them to visit even worse abuses upon his phenomenally muscular body. 

“Oh yeah, fuckin’ TORTURE my big, iron-pumped body, you pussy-boy Ruskies! I’m the biggest badass muthafuckin’ Marine you’re ever gonna see, and I can take anything that you worthless punks can dish out on my big, hard, muscular body! Beat and whip my fuckin’ steel-pumped grunt muscles as hard as you fuckin’ want! Hammer my fat meaty stallion cock and torture my huge cum-filled stud balls, you fuckin’ sadistic commie pigs! Do your fuckin’ WORST to my bull-muscled body, fuckin’ torture me to death! I ain’t gonna break!” 

The six sadistic young Russian soldiers had been enthusiastically torturing the enormously muscular American for almost 48 hours now, but his continued proud defiance and snarling insults — not to mention the countless and utterly porn-star-eclipsing stallion cum loads that he had been shooting from his monstrous and ever hard bull cock — had them feeling worried and concerned. Maybe the mighty Marine was right, maybe they COULDN’T break his spirit OR his body! They felt that they had no choice but to continue, however, and so they redoubled their abusive interrogation of the enormous muscle stud, inflicting even more painful and bloody tortures on the massive bodybuilder grunt throughout a second long and agonizingly painful night. 

Throughout it all, Corporal Schmidt’s taunts and insults continued. “Fuckin’ kill me, you communist pricks! Chop off my ass-splitting, he-man horse cock and my softball-sized, baby-makin’ bull balls! Slice open my guts and cut out my beating heart, you fuckin’ girlie-boy bastards! Gouge out my baby blue eyes, cut out my cursing tongue, hack off my gargantuan arms and my goliath legs! Impale my big fuckin’ beefy body on a spike and roast my super human, USDA prime, Marine Corp muscle man body just like a gutted steer at a Texas cook-out! Do your worst to me, you wanna be mama fuckers, I ain’t gonna talk!” 

Several red-blinking video cameras continued to record the scene as the frustrated soldiers discussed what to do next. Young Matt, who didn’t speak any Russian, took the temporary reprieve as an opportunity to regain his breath and his strength, for he was certain that even more tortures are about to come. The bound and spread eagled muscle bull flexed his gargantuan muscles to even greater dimensions, further intimidating his trembling captors. At 6’5” and over 380 pounds of pure, battle-hardened muscle, Corporal Schmidt was several inches taller and at LEAST 100 pounds heavier than even the biggest of his captors, so he knew that these smaller men would be deeply jealous of his proud, rock-hard body. So he kept right on flexing his bleeding and sweat-drenched muscle-bound leatherneck body, still utterly magnificent despite the many lacerations, welts, and bruises that marred its spectacular surface. The young Marine bull also kept right on flexing the truly COLOSSAL, fourteen-plus-inch, cum-dripping man sausage that throbbed back and forth from his muscular crotch like an oversized metronome beating time. Matt knew that he was more of a man than these punks would ever be, and a continued showing that to them every chance he got. 

After even more heated discussion, which included a couple of calls on cell phones, the six young Russian soldiers approached the bound muscle bull once again. Matt was aware that enemy soldiers often filmed their torture sessions of Americans and other Allied prisoners, for such videos were often later sold on the black market and used to intimidate soldiers. Turns out that there was a whole industry devoted to such films, satisfying the lustful needs of sick fucks who liked to see buff American soldiers get tortured, mutilated, or even killed. The young American bodybuilder was therefore determined to put on an unforgettable show for his captors and anyone who might later view these videos. He couldn’t stop these six Commie bastards from making a small fortune off of this particular torture and snuff film, but he COULD show the world how a real man goes down, fighting and cumming the whole way. In fact, his huge, low-hanging bull balls already felt heavy with yet another monstrous Marine load, the bruised and battered orbs gravid with even more of his prime stud seed. 

“Go ahead and butcher my pumped Marine body like a Texan steer, you sadistic fucks!” Matt shouted in his deep, deep voice. “I’m packing more meat than all of you combined can choke down, you simper­ing pansy-ass faggot wanna bees!” The fearless and incredibly handsome Marine hunk seemed about to get his spoken wish, for the tightly bound muscle bull looked like he was about to be gutted and butchered alive like he was in some sort of slaughter­house. 

The various video cameras zoomed in on every angle of the Marine’s prime USMC body in all of its bound muscular glory, studying every iron-pumped and outrageously-muscled part of the staggeringly handsome young hunk. Several cameras were devoted solely to capturing the epic majesty of Matt’s throbbing, well-over-a-foot-long horse cock, so swollen and vein-gnarled that it didn’t look like it could possibly be a healthy human penis, beads of precum still dripping from his almost painfully erect and sausage-thick horse cock. 

The Russian soldiers snapped a thick iron slave collar around the grunt’s extraordinarily thick bull neck, nearly choking the handsome young Marine and severely restricting his ability to move his head. Another, much smaller iron collar was shackled around the top of the stud’s huge grapefruit-sized balls. A chain was connected to this second collar, with the other end attached to an iron ring in the floor, tugging the Marine stud’s trapped nuts painfully downward and making it so that even the slightest movement from the huge bull caused him to pull his strung out nuts ever harder. Next, the sadistic soldiers attached vicious, long-toothed alligator tit clamps to the hunky stud’s large and succulent coral nipples, and then hung heavy lead weights from the clamps to boot, really tearing at the Marine’s hard, rubbery nips. 

All of this attention to his turgid balls and aching nipples had Matt dripping precum even faster than ever. One of the Russian lads then used the Corporal’s own natural lubricant to jack the tortured grunt’s monumentally erect bull cock, really working the randy tool over using both of his big and roughly-calloused hands. The soldier smiled maliciously as he watched the Marine’s beyond-enormous stud balls try to draw upwards in their sac, only to be thwarted by the heavy chain and shackle yanking them painfully downward. But the agonizing strain to his titanic testes only served to turn Matt on even more, and in minutes, his powerfully throbbing cock was shooting out yet ANOTHER intense and violently gushing orgasm. The power and volume of the stud’s volcanic emissions was unlike anything the young soldiers had ever seen before, and even now after shooting literally dozens of loads over the past two days, Matt’s powerhouse bollocks were still pumping out loads that would have made the biggest Clydesdale stud stallion jealous. 

The six Russian soldiers then left the basement and went back upstairs, leaving their living human beef carcass to hang by his thick wrists and rest — or rather to drift off to a restless and troubled sleep — while they made another series of phone calls. The nipple clamps were left secured tightly over the Marine’s tortured nubs, and the collar and short chain were left attached to his profoundly stretched out stud nuts. Periodically, Matt would shift his weight or puff out his chest, increasing the erotically painful sensations emanating from his trapped nuts and clamped nipples. And no less than three times that long and painful day, Matt began to slowly and rhythmically buck his muscular hips, stretching out his tortured nuts farther than ever before, until he achieved an explosive, hands-free orgasm. All the while, Corporal Schmidt kept focusing on the many cameras trained on his herculean body, and even talked dirty to the future viewers of these videos. He was totally getting off on his super human manliness, and wasn’t shy about letting any future video viewers know it! 

It wasn’t until nightfall by the end of that third day that anyone came downstairs again. The six Russian soldiers trooped back downstairs, followed by three well-dressed businessmen. Matt’s cock was once again hard as a rock at this point, so he defiantly stared at the nonplussed businessmen and flexed his cock repeatedly, over and over again, beating out a staccato rhythm against his own corrugated muscle gut. The young man could not decipher any of the Russian that the visitors are speaking, but he rightly assumed that they were haggling over a price for the captive American grunt. It was also clear that the six young Russian soldiers were excited about all of the money they hoped to get for their super hunky and massively-built American captive. 

One of the businessmen stepped forward and began to visually and physically examine the helpless and vulnerable Marine, running his hands over the enormous, sweat-soaked muscles of the naked bull male. He appraised Matt’s enormously muscled body with a critical eye, calling out comments to his comrades several times. He then made a ‘Tsk’ sound and addressed Matt for the first time, speaking in heavily accented English. 

“It is shame that your ignorant young captors do not know value of such a prize when they see it. Too many marks and scars reduces sale value of slave. However, it appears they have not hurt you too badly, and these many cuts and bruises will heal quickly. You will still bring very high price. You are very, very good looking, and your body is exceptionally muscular, largest I have seen in nearly 30 years of slave trade. Yes, you will make excellent sale price!” 

“But it is these heavy organs between your big muscular legs that is most extraordinary and will bring greatest price of all!” the businessman said, gripping Matt’s sweat- and cum-slickened cock shaft with one hand and gently cupping one of his enormously bulky whale nuts with the other. “I never see or even HEAR about man with genitals so big!! Are you part bull or something?! Ha!” The Russian gave his hand a firm squeeze, bearing down on the overstretched and bulging bollock resting in his hand and making Matt clench his powerful jaw against the dull ache radiating from the tortured globe. But the hunky Marine refused to cry out, even as the businessman squeezed harder and harder still, and he kept his bright blue eyes locked in a cold stare with his latest tormentor. 

“Good!” the Russian exclaimed after a time, releasing his crushing grip on Matt’s throbbing orb. “Your testicle is unusually firm and strong, and you have very high pain tolerance. Again, this bring good money!” 

“Fuck you, you filthy Commie pig!” Corporal Schmidt spat in return, cold fury in his deep baritone voice. 

“Defiant, too, I see! Good, GOOD! I have many wealthy clients who will bid eagerly and pay well for such a handsome, muscular, and massively hung young Marine bulldog such as you, and most prefer to buy their slaves with spirit intact, as well as flesh. Depending on who buys you, strong bull such as you could survive up to ten years of heavy slavery before wearing out. A few of my other clients, though, well, let us say that you should pray to not go to them. Some buyers exhaust their purchase within a matter of days! In my opinion, would be terrible waste of truly exceptional male flesh, but I am not one to judge…” 

The Russian businessman chuckled as he finally released Matt’s massive meat, and then said, “I am going to give our young soldiers here another task. They say that you are exceptionally, what is English word… ‘virile’? There is also lucrative black market in semen from strong and handsome American beefcake soldiers such as you.” The businessman then held up a large glass beaker for Matt’s inspection. “I will ask soldiers to milk you of precious male sex juices. If they can get you to fill this glass jar in one hour, then I will double price I pay them for you. It is still fraction of what I will get when I later sell you, but for these ignorant boys, is more money than they will see in a year. Good luck, my handsome American friend!” 

The smiling Russian then addressed the anxious young soldiers, and Matt could see large smiles and eager nods of approval from the six men. The three businessmen took their leave as the half dozen soldiers surrounded their captive American stud and started working him over. Two of the soldiers manned Matt’s mammoth horse cock, using all four hands to roughly stroke and pump the huge sex organ. Another man knelt behind the massively muscular stud and plunged two thick fingers up the G.I.’s hot and tight bung hole, rudely exploring his tight shit chute and prodding and stabbing at the young man’s oversized prostate. A fourth man stood in front of the Marine and fondled his enormous, pec-proud chest, focusing his attention on Matt’s hypersensitive nipples, pinching and twisting the exposed nubs and yanking on the alligator clamps still tightly secured over each large coral nipple. The final two men knelt in front of Matt, each reaching up to grasp one of the handsome muscle stud’s gigantic, grapefruit-sized bollocks. The overstretched orbs were already throbbing in agony from all of their previous abuses and from being pulled so far from the young man’s muscular crotch, so when the two men started to punch, squeeze, and crush the American’s massive balls in their fists, it really drove the young muscle hunk wild. 

It took only a few minutes of this genital-focused abuse before Matt started shooting his first he-man load, which one of the men deftly caught within the glass beaker. The soldiers didn’t let up for a moment, however, and kept on torturing the big man throughout his voluminous orgasm and beyond. Money was a great motivator, and these young punks were extremely motivated to see just how many loads they could rape out of Matt’s prodigious loins before the hour-long timer ran out. 

The cameras caught every spectacular load on video, and there were MANY big loads. The cruel Russian soldiers used every technique at their disposal to force load after massive load out of Matt’s brutally overworked nuts. The rough attention to his manly genitals was excruciating, and the agony only increased after each fresh load was pulled from his loins. The handsome young Marine bull was soon bellowing in pain as his huge balls were hammered, punched, flattened, and squeezed, all in an attempt to milk them of every last drop of their precious male fluids within the allotted hour. 

The three businessmen, waiting patiently upstairs, smiled with approval each time they heard the soldiers cheer each success, and every time they heard the hunky American muscle giant holler and bellow in agony and release. At the end of the hour, the three returned to the basement downstairs, and were visibly impressed to discover that the six Russian soldiers had indeed succeeded in their task, in spades! Sitting on a small wooden table in front of the panting and huffing bound prisoner was a glass beaker that was filled to overflowing with the thickest, gloopiest, chunkiest batch of nut oysters any of the men had ever seen. Thick slugs of the viscous white fluid ran down the sides of the beaker in large globs, and even more of the rich, gamey funk was splattered all over the table. Hell, there was easily enough of the thick, smelly baby batter splashed on the table and floor to fill a SECOND beaker! And even MORE of the stuff was still dripping from his obscenely bloated and erect bull sausage, his fourteen-plus-inch member glowing an angry red from the recent rough abuse! The young Marine’s awesome virility was simply super human!! 

The lead businessman recovered his composure first, and said to Matt, “Very impressive, young man! Very impressive indeed! You are not only hung like stud bull, you cum like one, too! I am certain you will be highest selling slave ever seen at auction! I must now finish sale and make preparations for your transport. It was sincere pleasure to meet you, Corporal Matt Schmidt, and I wish you long and happy life as slave.” 

“Fuck you!” Matt snarled in reply, but he was powerless to otherwise do anything to the malevolently smirking Russian. 

One of the businessman then provided the excited soldiers with a briefcase full of rubles, while the lead businessman placed a lid firmly over the cum-drenched beaker, opened a larger briefcase, and placed the beaker and its extremely valuable contents inside the foam-filled interior. 

The six soldiers carefully unbound their captive stud and secured his immensely powerful arms behind his back. His legs were unshackled as well, and then hobbled with a short length of chain. As physically and sexually exhausted as Matt was after nearly three days of continuous torture and abuse, he still managed to struggle mightily against his captors, but their sheer numbers and his extreme fatigue allowed them to overcome his naturally greater strength, and they soon had him ready to march out of the room. The alligator clamps were left securely attached to his raw and bleeding nipples, and a 20 kilogram weight had been added to the end of the chain hanging from Matt’s battered and deeply bruised balls. The heavy weight pulled mercilessly at the Marine’s deeply aching bull balls, stretching them more than four full inches from his lean and muscular crotch. And with each painful step, the lead weight would swing wildly and bounce off of Corporal Schmidt’s enormously muscular thighs, adding to the agony tearing through the young man’s bound nuts, stretching fresh nerves and sending skull-crushing pain through the super stud’s muscular belly. 

Matt was unceremoniously frog-walked up the stairs and out the front door of the small house. Outside, the young American found himself near an airstrip that looked to be in the middle of nowhere, with a large Russian cargo plane waiting nearby with its rear ramp already down and ready to be loaded. The handsome young Marine knew that he was likely doomed to a short and painful life of a slave, but he was still one proud, macho, bull-built bodybuilder of a Marine, and he wasn’t going to let these evil fucking Commies forget it! Matt threw his huge cannonball shoulders back and walked tall and proud, his still bone hard, foot-long-plus bull cock leading the way. Though he was wearing nothing but his metal dog tags around his thick, muscular neck and the shackles secured around his wrists, ankles, and balls, the Marine cut a striking and regal figure as he crossed the hot tarmac and was forced up the ramp to the dark interior of the waiting cargo plane. The young bull Marine didn’t know what horrors he would face next, but he was determined to face his fate with pride and stoic dignity. 

The Genital Weight-Lifter’s Club - Part 7

The Genital Weight-Lifter’s Club - Part 7

Based on an original story by Bagoas 

Men who enjoy hanging weights from their testicles, pushing the limits of what they can carry … and sometimes with disastrous consequences. 

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CRACK-POP-SNAP-CRUNCH!!!!!

The wet and fleshy sounds seemed to echo in the sudden quiet of the room. Only Dave himself continued to make noise, the herculean muscle beast panting and moaning as the dregs of his monstrous load burped out of his 19.5-inch monster cock. But what of his equally mammoth balls?! Had those terrible sounds I heard heralded the explosive and gruesome end to Dave’s mighty bollocks!?! I was terrified to find out what had happened to this handsome young bull of a man, a man with whom I was already falling in love. 

Dave’s clenching muscles had finally released, so I was able to pull my still rock hard out of his tight and thoroughly spermed ass with a loud ‘PLOP!’ I dismounted the muscle giant and landed nimbly on the floor, and then rushed to the front of the handsome stud to survey the damage. At first my eyes couldn’t make sense of what they were seeing… 

The first thing I saw was nearly a dozen grown men sprawled on the floor, all looking up at Dave with various expressions of shock, horror, and awe on their faces. All of these men were almost completely coated and shellacked with Dave’s hyper abundant spew. Apparently Dave’s first three loads had all been warm ups for the awesome gusher of his fourth and final load, for the sheer volume of thick and chunky sperm drenching the guys was orders of magnitude greater than any of the young man’s previous, record-breaking emissions. The sight and smell of so much raw splooge was astounding and breathtaking. 

I only glanced at my fellow club mates for a moment, though, for all of my concern was for Dave himself. The big guy looked as massive and impressive as ever, standing tall with his mighty arms outstretched and still tightly clenching the vertical support beams. Dave’s eyes were closed, and his devastatingly handsome face looked almost peaceful as he regained his breath. My eyes slowly traveled down his gloriously muscular body, as if they were reluctant to learn what had become of his mighty balls. Some analytical corner of my mind noted that Dave’s monstrous cock was STILL hard as a rock and gently throbbing to the young man’s heartbeat. But when my eyes finally descended to the mangled mass of testicles and plexiglas vises that hung so heavily from Dave’s battered crotch, I let out a gasp of shock and dismay, for my eyes couldn’t at first make sense of the ruin I saw before me. 

It took several long moments for my mind to decipher what my eyes were seeing, and even then I wasn’t sure if what I was seeing was real. It looked like both the huge balls and the clamped vises had been broken and shattered in the final moments of Dave’s monumental orgasm. 

On the right side, there was a large bulge in the center of the vise, with both plexiglas plates covered in cracks and bowing outward around a roughly spherical ball of flesh in the middle. The outer ring of the plexiglas plates was more intact, with the two plates perhaps 3/4 of an inch apart. The dark red bulges of Dave’s thick nut meat still protruded beyond the edges of the clear plates, the flesh now mottled with purple bruises from all of the trauma they had endured. It seemed impossible that the young man’s right bollock could still be virile and alive, for it was so distorted and misshapen as to not even remotely resemble a human testicle. 

Dave’s left nut looked even worse off, if that was even possible. On that side, the center of the two plexiglas plates had somehow managed to stay intact, and it was the outer edges that had cracked and shattered. Perhaps the central third of the two plates remained intact, crushing the very center of the masculine orb trapped between them. The edges were cracked and splintered, with jagged pieces of clear plastic littering the cum-soaked floor. The mammoth left ball resembled an irregularly-shaped doughnut, a lumpy ring of mangled nut meat bulging enormously around a central core that was flattened even more profoundly than its twin, the remains of the two plates a mere half-inch apart from each other. The jagged edges of the two plates dug deeply into the bloated and misshapen ball meat, almost but not quite puncturing the skin and impaling the pulverized flesh within. 

Tears welled in my eyes as I absorbed the sight of Dave’s ruined manhood. All strength left my legs and I dropped heavily to my knees before Dave’s magnificent form, cum splattering onto my lower body as I landed in the thick lake of nut sludge beneath the muscle giant. I wanted to reach out and touch the massive, mangled orbs in front of me, as if I could somehow soothe their pain or repair the terrible damage, but my arms remained paralyzed at my side. I could feel the hot sting of tears as they fell down my cheeks. 

I was shaken from my mourning when a deep, rumbling voice said, “Hey there handsome. Do you think you could loosen these vises on my nuts? They’re hurting something fierce.” 

My head snapped up and I met the smiling, twinkling blue eyes of my handsome mega stud, who gazed down at me with undisguised affection. “Man, you gave me the best fucking of my life, Josh! My big muscular ass has been thoroughly bred, and I can’t wait to have you inside of me again!” 

“But…but…your BALLS, Dave!” I stammered. “Oh god! They’re… they’re RUINED!!” 

“Heh heh,” Dave chuckled. “Yeah, you guys wrecked ‘em something good! Best work out my balls have ever had! Really pushed them to their limits and gave ‘em something to think about. I’ll be feeling that for a few days at least. So, bruised, battered, and mangled? Yes. But RUINED?! Hell no! I told you, Josh, these huge balls of mine are damn near INDESTRUCTIBLE! Here, help me get these vises off, and I’ll show you!” 

I hurriedly complied, reaching first for the left-handed vise, for Dave’s huge left nut looked by far the worst off, looking like it could explode at any moment. The central portion of his massive nard looked to be nearly bisected by the two jagged-edged plates, but as I started to quickly unscrew the handles on the broken vise, the center of Dave’s orb quickly began to inflate and take on a more normal shape. Dave grunted more than once as the sharp pieces of the plexiglas plates pulled away from his nearly impaled ball meat, but I could see the pain in his face start to ease as the hideous squashing of his nut was decreased. When the vise was at its maximum opening, I was able to gently and carefully wiggle the broken plates off of Dave’s mammoth left nut, which quickly plumped back to its full size and shape. The entire orb remained a dark, angry red mottled with vivid dark purple, and it hung down a good 4 inches from his crotch next to its still-flattened twin, but the mighty ball did indeed look intact. I tentatively reached out with both hands to fondle and gentle squeeze as much of that massive bollock as I could. Dave winced a bit at my touch, but otherwise smiled down at me as my searching hands confirmed that Dave’s monstrous whale nut was still, incredibly, in one piece! Soft, mushy, battered, and swollen, but intact!! 

I began to repeat the process on Dave’s mangled right ball, but immediately ran into problems. The crank on the right-sided vise was frozen in place, and no amount of turning or pressure could get the crank to move! Worse, the outer ring of Dave’s hideously distorted right nut was turning a darker and darker shade of purple, a warning sign that Dave’s behemoth bollock was still being dangerously crushed and strangled by the cracked and warped plexiglas plates. I began to panic again, not knowing how to free Dave’s goliath right nut, and I worried that Dave’s tortured, beyond-redlined nut could burst while I struggled and failed to remove the broken vise! 

Dave calmly interrupted me and said, “Here, let me try. I think I know something that might work.” He then gently brushed my hands away from the brutally crushing vise. Instead of grabbing ahold of the vise, however, Dave surprised me by grabbing onto his own cum-slickened cock, and starting to jack it off. ‘What the fuck?!’ I thought to myself. ‘How the hell is THAT going to help!?!’ But I sat my naked butt back in the puddle of Dave’s still warm cum and looked up at the towering muscle giant, drinking in his magnificent male beauty as he started to stroke his own meat. 

Dave’s huge hands clearly knew their way around his massive cock, for the handsome stud was soon moaning and groaning in pleasure. His left nut started drawing upward toward his crotch, a sure sign that he was getting ready to cum, while his mangled right bollock seemed to hang limp and lifeless, now a dangerous shade of dark purple and looking ready to explode. Dave’s entire body began to quake with pleasure, the quivering of his massive flexing muscles nearly driving me over the edge again, and then he hit his mark once more. 

“You ready for my big load, Josh?” Dave shouted in a lust-roughened voice. “Cuz here it COMES!!”

After having already pumped out the four largest loads in human history — and the most recent one less than 5 minutes ago — it was no surprise that Dave’s fifth load was significantly diminished from its predecessors…but it was still damn huge and impressive! One, two, three enormous ropes of cum shot out of Dave’s titanic cock with tremendous force, painting thick white lines of scalding hot semen across my muscular body and beyond. As his orgasm continued, I could hear sharp cracking and crunching sounds coming from the stud’s right nut, and could see even more cracks developing all over both broken plates. I realized with a start that it was the powerful convulsions and contractions of Dave’s trapped bull nut that were placing even more stress and strain on the steadily failing vise, as well as on the weakened and possibly dying testicle as well! Good god, this stud was UNREAL!! 

Dave began to bellow in agony and release as his mighty cock continued to shoot out huge ropes of cum, his mammoth right ball quivering on the razor’s edge between destruction and freedom. Then, on the 9th or 10th powerful contraction of his awesome bull nuts, the incredible happened — the cracked vise clamped over Dave’s squashed bull ball simply exploded! Shards of shattered plexiglas flew in all directions as the broken vise fell with a loud clatter to the cum-drenched floor, and Dave’s very nearly pulverized nut immediately and violently swelled back to its original size and shape. The rapid inflation of his liberated bollock must have been excruciatingly painful, as Dave threw back his handsome head and bellowed in renewed agony, even as the erotic pain made the stud’s mammoth release redouble in power and fury. 

Dave shot another good dozen or so gloopy strings of nut sludge before his fifth orgasm finally ratcheted down and ceased. Even then, Dave kept right on huffing and puffing for a good long while, giving his granite hard cock slow, languorous strokes with both hands as he wrung the final slugs of cum out of his championship mule cock. The rest of us could only stare in mute wonder at what we had just witnessed, a mighty battle of man versus machine where the man had won. The handsome young stud looked absolutely magnificent standing there so tall above me, his fantastically muscular body glistening with sweat and cum, his muscles pumped to outrageous proportions, his equine cock still rock hard even after blowing five extraordinary orgasms. 

My eyes finally focused on Dave’s heavy-hanging bollocks, and I tried to visually assess the damage that had been done to them. Both slightly oblong orbs looked a little puffy and swollen, which was no surprise considering the truly inhuman amounts trauma that had endured, and they were both an angry red mottled with the purple of fresh bruises. Dave’s mammoth right ball was significantly darker than his left, but even as I watched, the worst of that dark color was quickly receding as fresh blood was pumped into the tender, throbbing tissues. I reached up with both hands to gently cup the undersides of those two spectacular, melon-sized globes, for I had to convince myself that Dave’s mangled balls were still alive. But as my trembling hands fondled and caressed the muscle man’s huge balls, I discovered that not only were they alive, Dave’s bull nuts were still hearty and hale and surprisingly firm. Incredibly, impossibly, after abuses that would have destroyed another man’s balls a hundred times over, Dave’s mighty man nuts were still intact! 

Dave’s crystal blue eyes gazed warmly down at me as he said, “Thank you, Josh! And thank ALL of you guys! That was the most intense and brutal workout my big balls have ever had, and I loved every second of it! I hope you’ll all let me be a full-time member of this club, as I want to come back week after week, and have you guys help me push my balls even FARTHER!” 

A loud and hearty chorus of approval came from the other men in the room, as they all rushed forward to congratulate big Dave on his performance. Even Bruno, who’s alpha bull status at our club had just been demolished forever, had a huge grin on his face as he roughly massaged one of Dave’s boulder deltoids and showered the handsome young stud with praise. 

Seeing all of the other guys crowd around Dave and feel up on his magnificent body, I once again became self conscious and dejected and started to slink away, thick slugs of the big man’s most recent load slowly dripping from my sperm-drenched body. I realized that I selfishly wanted Dave all to myself, and it hurt my heart to see my friends and fellow club mates getting so up close and personal with him. I knew in my head that it was silly to feel such possessiveness over the huge muscle man — I had only just met Dave, after all — so I knew it was ridiculous to be feeling such strong feelings for him, or expecting him to feel the same way about me. I decided that I was just going to quietly use the showers in the back of the club while everyone else was celebrating, get dressed, and leave out the back door. 

I was reluctant at first to wash Dave’s spunk off of me, this visceral proof of the muscle stud’s astounding super human virility, but I knew I couldn’t get on the subway reeking of his sticky splooge. The hot shower felt amazing against my skin as I scrubbed and rinsed my body. Not surprisingly, it took several cycles to fully wash Dave’s spunk off of me, as his cum was so unbelievably thick with sperm that the chunky stuff was almost like a viscous glue. But soon enough, I had washed all evidence of Dave’s prodigious manly emissions off of my body, and was getting ready to turn off the water and towel off. That’s when I heard a deep and incredibly sexy voice say, “So THAT’S where you went!” 

I spun around to see the tall, mighty, impossibly muscular naked form of Dave standing their in the doorway, his devastatingly handsome face melting my heart once more. 

“I’ve been looking all over for you, Josh! I didn’t see you leave the main room, and was worried at first that you’d gone home, but then the other guys told me about the showers and back rooms. I’m so glad I found you! I would have been very hurt if you’d left without saying goodbye…particularly since I had hoped that we’d be going home together.” 

My big cock had rapidly grown hard again at the mere sight of this glorious muscle god, but his words turned me on so much that my aching nuts gave a sharp convulsion, almost buckling my knees out from under me. So Dave wasn’t just sweet talking me earlier — he really WAS into me!!! 

I think I just stood there dumbfounded and in shock, for a warm smile spread across Dave’s exquisitely handsome face and he started walking toward me. The flex and roll of his massive muscles was positively hypnotic, as was the ponderous sway of his (mostly) soft uber cock. I noticed that his monstrous bull balls were once again hanging only about 2 inches or so from his muscular crotch, having completely recovered from all of the brutal stretching they’d received that evening. I could see now what Dave had been saying earlier — it was clearly going to take a LOT of stretching, day after day, to increase the hang of the young muscle man’s massive stones. And I very much looked forward to being the one doing all of that stretching. 

But my mind was getting ahead of itself, and I was forced back into the moment once Dave was standing directly in front of me, his mammoth chest just inches from my face. I must have been paralyzed at that point, for Dave just smiled even bigger before bending forward, enveloping me with his huge arms, and gently and passionately kissing my eager mouth. I threw my arms around him in turn — well, I threw my arms around as much of his unbelievably massive form as I could — and I kissed him back. Our bodies were soon pressed tightly against one another as the hot water played over our skin, and we must have held that embrace for a good 10 or 15 minutes until finally parting. 

The only question then was:  your place or mine? 

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That was a week ago. Dave came home with me that night, and he stayed at my place the entire weekend. I don’t think we wore a stitch of clothing all weekend — why bother, since we were in each other’s arms continuously the entire time! Even when we slept (which we were forced to do now and again, as fatigue from our athletic and exuberant love making caught up with us), we didn’t part, for Dave would hold me cradled against his much bigger body, his massive muscles forming the mattress and pillows for me to sleep on. I can’t even count the number of times and the variety of ways in which we made love that weekend, but I definitely learned that I needed to keep myself hydrated around this mega stud, as I was nearly reduced to shooting nothing but dust by Monday morning. 

There was no question by the time the work week rolled around that I was madly in love with my new beau, this gorgeous muscle giant who had so suddenly and unexpectedly landed in my life. It was sweet torture to go to work that day, for all I could think of was coming home and climbing into Dave’s arms again. 

We met up every night all week, making love and having dinner and watching TV and laughing in each other’s arms…and talking about the upcoming Friday night meeting of the Genital Weight-Lifter’s Club. There was no question that we were returning to the club come Friday night. I was on board as well, for Dave had more than proven to me that he was as hot for me as I was for him, so my jealousy and insecurities had all been laid to rest. Even Dave’s own massive, melon-sized bull balls were clearly on board, for those mighty man lumps had healed every hint of their bruising and puffiness within just a couple of days, and were randy and ready for even more abuse. And it’s not like I let those huge bollocks rest all week, either! As much as I loved being gentle and passionate and romantic with my beautiful muscle bull, I also couldn’t pass up dozens and dozens of occasions throughout the week to torture and torment his huge nuts. Well, Dave calls it ‘training’, but I know otherwise — it was some of the most brutal testicle torture I’d ever seen in my life! Hell, some of the abuse we heaped onto Dave’s more-than-willing balls was even MORE intense and brutal than what he’d been through on the previous Friday night! But Dave insisted on punishing his balls virtually every single night, forcing his humongous bull nuts to grow harder and stronger each and every day. 

And it’s a good thing, too, because we planned some truly EPIC tortures for this Friday’s Club meeting! Heavier weights, stronger vises, longer stretches — the WORKS! Dave has all sorts of ideas he wants to try out, like inserting large metal sounds down the colossal length of his thick cum tube; seeing how many castration bands his can fit around the neck of his stretched-out scrotum, and seeing how long he can endure their strangling embrace before cutting the bands off; beating both his massive cock and his monstrous balls with all sorts of implements, from leather straps to rubber mallets to metal pipes; placing electrodes all over his genitals and seeing how much voltage he can endure before blowing his massive cum load. One particularly brutal idea he has involves shackling Dave’s huge balls via a heavy steel chain to a bolt in the floor, and then having the huge stud try to do chin ups while stretching out his mammoth bollocks. This idea scared me more than the rest, for it would be pitting the might and power of his peerless whale nuts against the unbelievably awesome strength of Dave’s own heroically muscular body. I fear that Dave’s mighty guns might achieve what six grown men in a tug-of-war contest could not, and actually rip Dave’s mammoth bollocks right off of his body! But Dave assures me that he won’t pull TOO hard… but the hungry gleam in his eyes makes me think otherwise. 

What I AM sure of, though, is that I’ve met the man of my dreams, the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. 

Bull Cock on the Subway - Jayse Version

Hey there guys!

Sorry for the delays in posting -- I haven't had a chance to write more in the Pyntherian Saga series yet, and I might not get a chance to until after Halloween. Fortunately, I have several stories waiting in the wings, including this little gem. ;)

This story was inspired by a tale of a businessman getting edged and played on the subway by some young punk. I thought it was a super hot concept, so I expanded on it...and then took it in a WHOLE other direction! :D


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Bull Cock on the Subway

Based on an original story by Antonio Soprana

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It had been a long and challenging week at work, but it was Friday and I was looking forward to the weekend. I was still in my dress shirt, but had taken off my tie and suit jacket, as I knew how hot the subway could get in the summer, particularly when the trains were packed at the commute hour. I was looking forward to getting home, hitting the gym, and then maybe going downtown for some drinks. 

Sure enough, the subway was crowded, but I managed to get in the final car in the train, barely squeezing in before the doors closed. I’m a big guy, standing 6’3” tall and weighing north of 280 pounds of rock hard, chiseled muscle, so it wasn’t easy to fit into the packed car, but I managed. I was trapped next to the door, but since I’m aware of what an obstacle I would be to other commuters, I stood sideways so that people could get past me to get on and off at the various station stops. 

A couple of stops into the trip, another guy squeezes into my car, standing right next to me at the door. He’s a little guy at only 5’6”, so I tower over him. He’s also a few years younger than I am, and I peg him at no more than 22 or 23, barely even legal to drink. The guy is wearing a tank top and tight, faded jeans, so I could tell that he was only about 160 pounds or so, a fraction of my own weight, but he was all wiry muscle. In fact, the kid was damn hot, with his shaggy blond hair, tight and compact body, and handsome boyish face. I don’t let on that I even noticed him there — I mean, it’s public transportation, so the rule is that you don’t speak to or make eye contact with anyone — but I was very aware of his presence as his hot little body was pressed up against mine. 

As the train begins to leave the station, people start getting jostled around a little, which is the point that this ride starts to get interesting. The back of this little dude’s bare forearm brushes against the front of my dress slacks, grazing my cock. I try not to pay too much attention to it, but my dick’s got other ideas. I actually feel it waking up, which has the potential to be a problem as I’m hung huge. Like seriously huge. Little Dude’s arm grazes me again, and he half-heartedly apologizes, which I shake off, because I just think he has nowhere else to move. The fact that my crotch is exposed to his arm is not his fault, because I’m bracing myself so that I don’t fall on someone else. But the accidental fondling is starting to drive me crazy. 

My cock doesn’t care whether the touch is accidental or intentional, though, and it starts to fill up some more down my left pant leg. I’m trying to think about other stuff because I don’t want this kid to think I’m turned on to another guy touching my dick, even though I most definitely am. So I look away from this hot little guy, and try to distract myself with other thoughts. But just when I think I might be having some success in stopping my dick from growing to its full length, I feel his arm rubbing across the head of my cock, and this time it’s pretty clear this is no accident! 

My mind is reeling at this point. I look down at this handsome kid, but he’s studiously looking away, even while he’s letting his forearm and the back of his hand have a field day on my prick! He’s running the back of his knuckles across the head, caressing the thickening shaft with his forearm, and bumping his arm against the near fully grown 12+ inches of my massive meat. I keep telling myself that I should stop him, say something. I mean, damn, I have never had another guy fondle my cock in public, much less on a super crowded subway! Yet here I was, letting this sexy punk kid make all kinds of crazy with my cock like it’s his own personal toy! 

However, I can't deny how fucking hard I am, and he knows it. The train comes to another stop and he moves to let the other passengers in and out of the train — by backing his tight little ass right up against my fully erect cock! When the train starts moving again, I can't even look at him because I am ashamed that my dick has betrayed me so bad by getting hard for this damn punk! He gets back into position and starts running his forearm up and down, side to side, all around my aching prick. I’m looking away, trying to not give away my situation to anyone else, but my chest starts to heave as if this kid is going to get me off right there on the train! 

Just as I resign myself to that fact that I’m going to blast my wad in my pants, he stops. ‘What the FUCK?!’ I think to myself. Then it dawns on me — this little bastard is going to fucking edge me! And so it goes… start, stop, on, off, back and forth. This punk kid is playing me like a fucking fiddle, and my cock is screaming for more!

The train doors close after yet another stop, and this time, this little cock virtuoso stands facing the door, next to me, blocking the view of my hard drippy cock from the rest of the train. That’s when he full-on grabs a hold of the hard length of my cock, right through my trousers! And as he’s pumping my huge aching cock, up and down, he finally speaks to me with words I will never forget, his voice low and husky and pitched just for my ears. 

“That’s one hefty bull dick you got there, mister. I figured a guy as handsome and hot and big as you would have a nice piece of meat, but fuck, I sure as shit hit the jackpot today! Most guys I try this with don’t respond, but some do. But you are something else entirely! Your huge cock was MADE for milking. And your cock knows it even if you don’t. That’s why you have to let me do this. Me, some hot little punk you would probably beat the shit out of somewhere else. But I got you where you live. I got you by the stud bull cock and it rules you, and right now, I rule it. I’m gonna punk you right here. I’ve got you by the cock and I’m gonna milk you dry, you big muscle bull!” 

With that, he deftly unzips my fly, fishes inside my boxer shorts, and pulls out my huge, dripping cock! Then he reaches back into my fly and hauls out my equally massive nuts! Like I said, I’m hung huge, with a set of nearly grapefruit-sized testicles that were a perfect match for my enormous, more than foot long cock. His calloused hands feel amazing, one stroking my beer can thick cock and the other fondling as much of my huge sac as he can. 

The handsome young punk’s eyes grow wide as he sees and feels my naked junk for the first time, and he says, “God DAMN, son, but those are some fucking huge balls you’ve got there! Biggest damned bull nuts I’ve ever seen!! Heavy, too! I’ll bet there’s a massive load churning in these huge balls of yours, isn’t there? Aw man, I’m gonna make you goon and blow your nut all over this damn train!” 

That’s when everything became jumbled. I was trying my best not to moan or buck my hips, and this scorchingly hot young blond kept whispering dirty words in my ear. Talking about things like “mule cock”, “bull balls”, “muscle stud”, “punk you”, “milk you dry”. Telling me how handsome I am, how much he loved my big muscles, how much he was owning my huge swollen cock and bloated balls. He had me completely under his spell, submissive, wrapped around his little finger. I could feel a massive load building in my big stud balls, and I knew that I was powerless to stop him. He was going to make me unload right there in the train!! 

I was right on the verge of cumming as we pulled into another station. I was holding back as hard as I could, muffling my groans as I headed toward the cliff. A couple of passengers shuffled on and off around us, oblivious to the power struggle taking place between two randy young men. But just as the doors were about to close, the blond punk wrapped his hand around the base of my junk and pulled hard as he jumped off of the train, violently yanking my whole crotch forward! The kid’s timing was impeccable, as the doors closed around my cock and balls, clamping hard around the base of my huge genitals and trapping them on the outside of the train! My big body was pressed up tight against the glass of the doors, and the strength of my huge muscles was rendered useless, as there was no way I could pry the doors open! 

Despite my shock and surprise, my cock was nevertheless still teetering on the razor’s edge of orgasm, just needing the tiniest amount of stimulation to put me over the edge. And man, did that punk ass kid give it to me! The grinning little fucker hauled off and kicked me right in my trapped bull nuts, burying his sneakered foot deep into my huge man eggs and crushing them mercilessly against the unyielding doors! 

I instantly bellowed in knee-buckling pain as my gigantic balls were crushed to half their usual thickness, and every head both inside and outside of the train car was suddenly turned in my direction. Just in time to see me blow my load. 

The punk ass kid pointed, laughed, and mocked me a humongous ropes of cum belched out of my pinned cock, more than a dozen rapid-fire blasts painting thick lines across the concrete subway floor. The kid wasn’t counting on the sheer force of my orgasm, though, and he had to quickly dance out of the way before getting lashed by multiple thick streamers of my chunky white goo. 

I could feel my face burning red with the gasps and cries of the dozens and dozens of spectators to my embarrassing ejaculation, and I wanted nothing more than to flee the scene. But even after my volcanic ejaculation, I remained trapped by the door, my rock hard cock and bulging balls still protruding proudly out the train doors. My thoughts of embarrassment quickly evaporated, however, as I felt the train begin to move. Instead, my thoughts turned to desperate attempts to free my junk from its prison. 

As the train started to pull away, the cackling punk made eye contact one last time, flipping me the bird with one hand while he pointed ahead down the tracks with the other. I turned to see where he was pointing, and my panic redoubled, for I could see a long line of safety bollards stretching out ahead of me and lining the track. These were the kind of slender bollards made of hard plastic that were there to protect pedestrians from wandering onto the tracks themselves, and they lined the track extremely close to the outside edge of the train, extending only a few inches beyond the hull of the train itself. 

In other words, the bollards were perfectly lined up to slam into my protruding man meat! 

The first impact felt like a hard, stinging slap to my cock and balls, and I yelped loudly in surprise and pain. But the subway train was still moving slowly at that point, and as it picked up speed, the impacts came harder and faster. 

WHACK!     WHACK!     WHACK!  

Then growing to a WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!

And soon becoming a staccato WHACK!!!WHACK!!! WHACK!!!WHACK!!!WHACK!!!WHACK!!!

I was soon bellowing in agony, my poor swollen genitals being hammered mercilessly by the hard plastic bollards. My cock was bobbing and swinging wildly with each stinging hit, but as much as that hurt, the impacts to my nuts were infinitely more painful. Not only were my big balls inherently far more sensitive than my cock, but they were also straining against their taut scrotum with no ability to bounce or move with each hit, meaning that they were forced to absorb the full force of each blow. And my poor right nut was getting the worst of it, as it was being struck dead center with each impact, sending the worst fiery ache imaginable into my muscular belly. 

I was screaming and writhing and desperately trying to pry the doors open, but the agony erupting in my cock and balls was debilitating, sapping my strength even as I fought desperately to free myself. I knew that even my tough and oversized genitals couldn’t take much more of this abuse before being wrecked and ruined, and that knowledge fueled my scrambling search for a way to force open the doors. In fact, after one particularly vicious hit, I was certain I could feel my huge right nut fracture, and the subsequent strikes were beating my failing nut to a pulp. My partially-shielded left nut wasn’t doing much better, and I knew that it, too, was facing imminent destruction. 

The train was nearing full speed at this point, and that’s when I realized I had yet another deadly obstacle ahead of me — the train was fast approaching the end of the subway station was was about to enter the next tunnel! The tunnel opening was only a couple of inches wider than the train car itself. If I couldn’t free my junk before the final train car entered the tunnel, then my cock and balls were doomed! At these speeds, my genitals were going to hit the cement wall so hard that they would be simultaneously sheared right off of my body and explode in a shower of gore all over the subway wall! My very manhood was on the line!! 

Even as the bollards continued to hammer and pound my screaming cock and balls, I mustered all of my strength, wedged my fingers in the small gap in the doors created by my trapped horse cock, and pulled with all of my might. The tunnel entrance was now approaching at a nearly blinding speed, and I bellowed an animal war cry as I threw everything I had behind my bulging and flexing arms. I could hear and feel the fabric of my dress shirt tearing as it was subjected to excessive stresses, my huge muscles swelling to truly massive dimensions as I desperately tried to force those doors open. All looked hopeless, and I was only moments away from losing my proud and magnificent manhood forever! 

At the last moment, the doors flew open and I fell backwards, yanking my battered cock and balls back inside the train cabin just inches before they would have been catastrophically pulverized against the concrete wall. The entire crowd had backed away from me in horror, so I fell onto the hard train floor and clutched at my screaming and throbbing genitals. 

I must have looked a hell of a sight — my dress shirt torn and shredded in a dozen places, my fly gaping open, and my hands wrapped around as much of my still rock hard cock and gigantic balls as possible. Even my big hands weren’t big enough to hide all of that meat, though, especially as it was all quickly swelling after suffering all of that trauma. The right side of my battered cock was covered in angry, ugly welts, and my poor balls looked even worse, already starting to turn a mottled purplish red with fresh bruises erupting all over their surface. 

I could only roll around on the floor and gently cradle my wounded orbs, moaning and groaning in agony. Even when the train pulled into the next station and paramedics were called to the scene, I didn’t have the strength to get up on my own, and I had to be lifted onto a gurney and wheeled to a waiting ambulance. And instead of having a fun weekend of drinks and friends, I spent the weekend at the hospital, and the following week convalescing at home. 

Fortunately — or miraculously, as the doctors put it — I ended up making a full recovery. 

My cock suffered only bruising and mild lacerations, all of which healed nicely. The doctors were surprised that my cock hadn’t snapped sideways by the force of the dozens and dozens of blows, and they can only figure that the sheer thickness of my cock and the fact that it was still so fully engorged and erect is what saved it from that fate. I’m now more proud than ever before by the size and stiffness of my huge bull cock! 

My balls were apparently an even more remarkable survival story. My left nut was badly battered and bruised after the ordeal, but was otherwise intact. My huge right nut, on the other hand, was very nearly wrecked. The bloated orb was indeed fractured in nearly half a dozen places, and the doctors are still baffled about how my ball was able to maintain its structural integrity after being compromised like that. But my mighty right nut somehow survived and made a full recovery as well. It took a few weeks to heal, though, and I was walking funny the whole time, but it was soon just as strong and firm as ever before. 

It was a while before I could muster the courage to commute using the subway again, and I still occasionally get funny looks or stares from fellow commuters who must have been witness to my embarrassing and nearly emasculating encounter. 

As for that sexy young kid, I have yet to run into him again, though I’m keeping my eyes open, both in the subways and in the bars. I know he’ll turn up at some point, and when he does, I’ll take my revenge on that dirty little punk! 

The Blender

In 2014, my friend Sack Stomper (http://crackednutsballbusting.blogspot.com/) wrote a story based upon one of the drawings I had posted on my artwork blog. The story was part of his violent, gruesome, and totally AWESOME 'Ghost Network' series.

I recently decided to add my own touches to Sack Stomper's awesome story. I ALSO wrote two endings to this story, both a happy ending and a tragic ending, and I want to hear from YOU guys. Which ending do you want to read? Let me know by the end of the 4th of July weekend, and I'll post it here. ;)






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The Blender

Based on an original story by Sack Stomper and a drawing by Jayse

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It was just after eleven at night when 19-year-old Kyle finished his late night treadmill run. He had gone to the campus recreation center about two hours earlier to let off a bit of steam after an exhausting day of classes. But what had started as a brief set on a rowing machine turned into a heavy stint at the free weights, and concluded with a walk, that turned into a jog, that became a twelve kilometer run on the treadmill. The last three kilometers had been an all out sprint, and Kyle’s muscular, toned legs burned with lactic acid, but it was a good, refreshing burn, and despite dripping with sweat and being physically exhausted, Kyle’s mind was finally focused and calm. 

Although it was a twenty-four hour facility, the gym was virtually abandoned so late at night, so Kyle had thought nothing of peeling off his shirt early in his treadmill run, showing off his svelte and muscular torso to the handful of fellow students still working out. Kyle was a big man, particularly for only 19 years of age, and packed an impressive 265 pounds of muscle on his 6-foot, 2-inch frame. What’s more, the young man also had virtually no bodyfat, so his already big muscles were so vividly defined that they made the handsome college freshman look even bigger than he was, and made him look like the quintessential muscle jock. And with a frame as big as his, there was no telling how much more muscle Kyle would be able to pack onto his gorgeous body in the years ahead. 

Kyle reached out to the slow the treadmill down from a full out sprint to a brisk run, and then to a moderate jog, ramping down his workout. He ran a hand through his dark, sweat-soaked hair and glanced around they gym. The coed who had been doing late night Pilates on a mat nearby was long gone, as were the three frat boys who had been trying to undo a semester of pizza and beer on the elliptical machines. In fact, other than the nighttime front desk attendant (who was always consumed by his iPad and rarely to be seen on the gymnasium floor), there was indeed no one else left in the entire gym. Nevertheless, Kyle couldn’t shake the uncomfortable feeling that he was being watched. 

Yet when he looked around, no one was there. 

The treadmill slowed again, this time to a brisk walk, and Kyle took the slower pace as a chance to admire himself in the wall of mirrors in front of him. His stomach was a rock solid and corrugated eight pack, and his thick pecs arched heavily over them, lightly covered with a dusting of dark hairs that matched the thick dark hair on his head. That dark hair was a dramatic contrast to his fair, unblemished skin, the heritage of his mixed Irish and German background. Kyle’s shoulders were exceptionally broad and muscular, and the arms that hung so powerfully from those shoulders were thick and beefy, corded with hard earned muscle. His legs were massively muscular, yet gorgeously sculpted at the same time, as if combining the very best of a speed skater’s bulky legs with the long, lean muscles of a distance runner. Those beautiful legs were lightly furred with dark hair as well. Kyle wasn’t especially vain — though he would have had every right to be — but even he had to admit as he looked into the mirrors that he was a stunning example of young masculine perfection. 

Kyle noticed that his green athletic shorts were nearly soaked with the sweat that had been pouring off of his chiseled, muscular body, and the thin wet fabric was now clinging to his genitals almost like a second skin. The handsome young college jock had been blessed with a truly massive set of cock and balls, and the boxer style underwear and running shorts had done almost nothing to contain his meaty junk. Kyle’s goliath genitals had been flopping around inside his shorts for nearly an hour, and his low-hanging bull nuts ached from banging back and forth against his solid, muscular thighs as he ran. In fact, as the adrenaline rush of his epic workout started to fade, Kyle became more and more aware of the deep, throbbing ache in both of his massive nuts, and for the hundredth time that evening silently berated himself for forgetting to pack a jockstrap into his gym bag earlier that day. He felt like he had a heroic case of blue balls, which was only exacerbated by the fact that he hadn’t pulled out a load in over 48 hours. Perversely, though, that deep ache was powerfully erotic to the handsome young stud, and he looked forward to roughing up his championship balls a little bit later when he got home, and pumping out a healthy load or two of jock jizz before going to sleep. 

The thought of jacking off once he got home caused Kyle’s huge cock to start to stir. Kyle had a very large cock that was 10.5 inches long and over 2 inches thick even in its most soft and flaccid state. That humongous cock was now starting to plump up and lengthen as the lad became aroused, snaking down one leg of his shorts in an obscene fashion.

Kyle hopped off the treadmill and spent a good 10 minutes stretching out all of his muscles, especially his legs, giving anyone who might have been in the room quite the spectacular show. The interplay of Kyle’s big and exquisitely defined muscles as he turned and stretched was absolutely beautiful, yet sadly there was no one else in the gym to enjoy the view. Sweat continued to pour off of his body as Kyle cooled down, and all of the bouncing and moving soon had excited his cock into a semi erect state. The big jock knew that it was time for him to hurry off to the locker room for a shower before his enormous crotch bulge became even more pornographic. 

An impressive tent had formed at the front of Kyle’s sweat-slickened shorts by the time he got to the locker room. He striped out of his shoes, socks, and shorts until he was completely naked, revealing the remainder of his magnificent body. Kyle’s ass was like two diamond-hard footballs of striated muscle strapped to the back of his legs. His huge bull cock was a stunning masterpiece, a thing of beauty, perfectly sculpted and formed, and already measuring a full 12 inches long even in its semi erect state. His titanic testes dwarfed even his massive schlong, however, for they were so big and hung so low that the bottom of his grapefruit sized bull nuts actually extended out an inch farther down than the tip of his puffy and semi bloated cock! 

Yes, Kyle was indeed a young man who had been unreasonably well blessed in the genetics department. 

The young man ambled over to the showers and spent several long minutes beneath the hot spray, washing away the stress and sweat of the day until all of his glistening muscles were squeaky clean. 

Yet despite the solitude of the locker room and showers, Kyle still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. 

Kyle had moved over to the bank of sinks, a large white bath towel wrapped around his slender, muscular hips, and was just finishing up his skin care regime when he heard a slight noise behind him. Startled, Kyle spun around, losing his towel in the process, and found another young man standing just a few feet behind him. It was the nondescript front desk guy, a young man a few inches shorter than Kyle’s 6-foot, 2-inch height and a good 80 or 90 pounds lighter. 

Kyle heaved a sigh of relief even as he absentmindedly placed both of his hands over his now-naked groin. “Dude, you scared the shit out of me!” Kyle said, laughing at his own reaction to being startled, even though he was still feeling unease about being watched. “What’s up?” 

The desk clerk didn’t say anything, but just kept staring at Kyle’s handsome face without any discernible expression. 

Kyle was growing more and more uneasy, and asked, “Can I help you?” 

The clerk just looked down the muscular expanse of Kyle’s extraordinary body until his eyes rested on the young man’s only partially obscured genitals, and then said in a flat voice, “Nice nuts.” 

Kyle was caught off guard by the desk clerk’s comment, and said, “Excuse me?”

“I said, ‘Nice nuts,’” came the clerk’s reply, his brown eyes once more locking with Kyle’s bright blue stare. The desk clerk’s comments were, if anything, a gross understatement, for Kyle’s huge nuts were not merely nice, they were spectacular. Both of Kyle’s huge balls were behemoth orbs of virility, each one larger than an oblong softball, and so dense and heavy that they stretched the young man’s baggy and voluminous sack a good 6 inches from his lean and muscular crotch. It looked like Kyle was carrying a pair of lead shot put balls at the bottom of his hairless, pink scrotum, and in fact those twin bull bollocks were damn near as heavy, packed with dense man meat and filled to near bursting with his stud seed. 

“Uh, thanks, I guess,” Kyle stumbled in an uneasy reply. “But listen, I’m not into dudes. So if you don’t mind, I’ll just be going…” 

Kyle attempted to sidle past the odd man, but with the speed of a cobra, the desk clerk suddenly lashed out, charging the young muscle man and pushing him until his muscular backside collided with the sinks behind him. At the same time, the clerk shoved a hand towel against Kyle’s face, smothering him with the scratchy fabric. Kyle was so much bigger and stronger than his assailant that he could have easily beat him up in a fair fight. But the clerk had acted with the element of surprise, and judging from the sharp and caustic smell coming from the towel, he was attempting to level the playing field by using some sort of sedation drug against the much bigger man. The desk clerk also proved to be surprisingly strong, for as Kyle fought against him, he was unable to tear the towel away from his face. Within seconds, he could feel the strength rapidly leaving his body, making him grow weak and tired. As Kyle’s struggles grew weaker, the clerk slowly lowered the young man’s naked body to the cold concrete floor, almost with the gentleness of a lover, all while continuing to hold the towel tight against Kyle’s handsome face. 

Kyle was now flat on his back on the cold tiles, easily overpowered by the smaller and far less muscular man, and he bellowed in terror into the towel. His cries for help were muffled by the towel, however, and there was no one there to hear him anyway, as he and the desk clerk were now the only two people in the entire building. 

Soon, Kyle couldn’t even feel his legs, and his big arms became too heavy to hold up. He was feeling dizzy and woozy, and knew that he was soon going to black out. Panic gripped him, and in a last explosion of horror and fear, Kyle screamed once more into the muffling gag. His magnificently toned muscles became limp and his vision started to narrow. The last thing Kyle remembered seeing clearly before blacking out was a sick and terrifying look of satisfaction on the desk clerk’s face, and a shadow of another man standing behind him. Then there was darkness.

********

“Wakey, wakey!” a booming voice rang through Kyle’s head.

His fitful slumber was shattered, and in a jarring instant, the fear and confusion he had felt in the locker room came flooding back. His blue eyes snapped open, only to be instantly shut again after they were flooded with light. He opened them more slowly, giving his tired eyes time to adjust to the glaring white light. 

He was lying face down and flat on this stomach, yet he could clearly see the bare concrete floor a good 6 or 7 feet below him. Kyle quickly realized that he was suspended on some sort of clear platform, perhaps made of a thick plexiglas or other similar, transparent material. His powerful arms and muscular legs were all splayed wide, his wrists and ankles shackled to something that prevented even the tiniest movement. He instinctively began to struggle, his big, mighty muscles fighting against his restraints, but to no use. Even his thick and bullish neck was shackled in place, allowing virtually no movement of Kyle’s head and preventing him from scanning the entire room. Kyle knew he was trapped and utterly helpless, and the cold rock of fear in the pit of his corrugated stomach just kept growing bigger. 

All that Kyle could see in front of him was a bare, concrete room, with no windows or doors, and very little in the way of furnishings. He could see several tripod-mounted lights along the wall, each providing harsh light that his eyes had now adjusted to. He could also see a plain metal table in front of him, with an odd assortment of equipment scattered across it. 

But the only item Kyle really noticed were the trio of large computer monitors sitting atop the table and aimed directly at him, for those screens were each showing different scenes from Kyle’s life. They were all video clips taken of Kyle when he was unawares. Some were the grainy, black-and-white videos of random surveillance equipment, such as those at the ATM, the grocery store, and on public streets. Others were of far higher quality, and were often of more intimate moments of his life. Kyle saw scenes of himself in class and at the library, in the gym and on the field, and even inside of his own dorm room, all in full color and with great detail! He blushed crimson to see himself filmed naked in the shower, in his room, and even on the toilet. Who had been filming him, and who was seeing these videos?! 

The final scene, running on all three computer screens simultaneously from three different angles, made Kyle’s blood run cold. These were full color videos of Kyle jogging on the treadmill at the recreation center, taken earlier that very evening! (Or was it now the next day, or even the day after? Kyle had no way of knowing how long he had been unconscious.) Kyle felt like he might vomit from the sick realization that he had been systematically hunted for weeks, maybe even months. 

“HELP!!! HELP ME!!! HELP!!!” Kyle screamed, his voice echoing in the bare, sterile room. 

“SILENCE!!!” came the voice from earlier, booming into the room from hidden speakers. A terrified Kyle was stunned into silence. He could hear a door opening and closing somewhere behind him and measured foot steps approaching his bound and helpless form.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that shouting is rude?” came the deep and silky voice again, only this time at a normal decibel level, and not amplified by any speakers.

Despite his best efforts, a terrified Kyle couldn’t bring himself to try to look at the approaching voice. Instead he closed his eyes tightly and prayed to himself. 

“Aww! I think he’s scared! Come on and open those pretty eyes of yours, Kyle,” came the man’s voice, now coming from directly beneath and in front of him.

But Kyle’s beautiful blue eyes stayed tightly closed.

“I said... OPEN YOUR EYES!!” the deep voice commanded in a strident voice. 

“OOOoooff!!” Kyle grunted as his eyes shot open, a burst of pain exploding from his right nut.

That’s when Kyle realized that his heavy ball bag and huge limp cock were hanging below him through a hole cut into the glass table. He realized this when the man under him had grabbed his vulnerable right orb and viciously squeezed it with his fist. The jolt of pain and surprise forced Kyle’s eyes open, and he shrieked in shock and fear at the hideous goblin mask looking back at him. The man was incongruously also wearing a stylish black dress shirt, black pants, and black leather shoes, and appeared to be of average height and build. In fact, if not for the Halloween mask obscuring the man’s face, he would have blended in with any crowd on the street. His voice was stern and deep, yet oddly unassuming and relaxed considering the circumstances.

“P-p-please don’t hurt me,” Kyle begged in a fearful voice, tears beginning to stream down his handsome cheeks. 

“Oh, but my dear boy, I AM going to hurt you! Hurt you worse than you can imagine! But not just yet.” 

The darkly-dressed man released Kyle’s aching right nut and turned and pressed some sort of remote control he’d had in his pocket, and the video feed on the three screens suddenly changed to show different angles of the room. The center screen showed a close up of Kyle’s huge, swinging nuts and his massive limp cock, a sight that was oddly mesmerizing to the young man. He had a strange realization that his extremely low hanging, oversized, cum-bloated bull balls looked a lot like a dangling punching bag, and his fear ratcheted up another notch or two. 

“Please! Please let me go!” Kyle pleaded, looking directly into the cold gray eyes of his captor.

“What? Let you go?! But you’re the star of the show!” the man laughed cooly.

The man then stepped between Kyle’s balls and the central camera, his goblin mask taking up the entire screen. Despite Kyle’s continued pleas behind him, the man calmly began to address the camera as if he was introducing a television show.

“Hello there boys and girls! I, The Ghost, have an extra special show for you tonight!”

The man’s showmanship conveyed a bizarre sense of normalcy to the preceding.

“You know that you can always rely on me to bring you the handsomest and most hung young muscle men for your viewing pleasure. But this time, I’ve really struck the motherlode. Few men are as handsome and young Kyle here, with his dark hair, chiseled features, and piercing blue eyes. And fewer still could boast such extraordinarily developed and refined muscles, particularly at so tender an age. But what really makes this young stud special is what he’s got swinging between those massive, muscle-carved thighs of his. Feast your eyes on what are easily the largest pair of grade-AAA testicles this show has ever seen!”

With a flourish, the Ghost stepped out of range of the camera, allowing the unseen audience to get its first full look at Kyle’s dangling nuts. Their proportions were beyond pornographic, impossibly big and plump and positively exuding masculinity. The matched pair of massive nuts were coupled with a fuck stick that, even completely flaccid, was bigger than most cocks were when raging hard. And here they were, as defenseless and vulnerable as they were awe inspiringly large. As a horrified Kyle watched the central screen, some text appeared at the top of the screen stating, “2,670 VIEWERS.” And to the young man’s mounting horror, that number was already steadily and rapidly climbing.

Kyle was too overwhelmed by the situation to listen to the rest of the Ghost’s introduction, instead focusing on the images on the screen. His naked body was on complete display and utterly helpless, his huge, gym-hardened muscles completely useless, his gorgeous and chiseled physique defenseless against whatever the Ghost wanted to do to him. He was trapped. 

Each screen showed Kyle from three or four angles, with one camera apparently recessed somewhere on the floor beneath him, looking upward at him. Even though his body was pressed flat against the hard plexiglas, his wide, beefy chest looked enormous and the corrugated cobblestones of his abdominal muscles were etched in deep, deep relief. Some quiet, removed corner of Kyle’s mind had to admit that he cut a stunning figure, even shackled and helpless as he was, and he found that he was strangely sad that he hadn’t taken more advantage of his spectacular male beauty while he could. He now doubted that he’d ever have that chance again… 

The central screen now read, “6,755 VIEWERS,” and continued to climb at an even faster rate. 

The Ghost stood slightly to the side, so as to not block the view of Kyle’s gorgeous nuts from one of the main camera angles, and he said, “I mean, just LOOK at these beauties! Have you ever seen anything else like them?!” 

The Ghost reached out and cupped Kyle’s whopper of a left nut in his large, calloused hand, enclosing his long, slender fingers around as much of that huge mass of thick nut meat as he could and giving it a gentle squeeze. Kyle winced in anticipation of something more, but it never came. Instead, the Ghost gently fondled the bloated orb, then hefted the huge ball in his cupped hand before excitedly exclaiming, “Damn, I wish you all could feel this! The dude’s massive whale nut is even heavier than it looks! And it’s virtually pulsing with raw power and pure male virility!” 

The masked man then released Kyle’s first nut and cupped the other one, giving Kyle’s equally massive right nut a slightly harder squeeze. His firm grip forced Kyle’s delicate orb down against the bottom of his hairless scrotum, making the huge ball look even bigger as it bulged at the very bottom of his sack. 

“Wow, these big puppies are unusually dense, too! I’m gripping Kyle’s dangling right nut pretty damn hard, and the tough fucker is barely even dimpling. Good! I like torturing a strong set of stones, and these might be the toughest rocks I’ve seen yet!” 

Kyle was begging to be let go, but Ghost pretended not to notice, instead saying, “They kind of look like a big, meaty punching bag, don’t they?” 

With that, the Ghost took a bent knee stance, balled his large hands into fists, and took a place standing behind Kyle’s heavily dangling sack. Kyle knew what was about to happen, and he started crying out, “No! NO!!” But the Ghost clearly wasn’t paying him any attention. 

THWAP!!    THWAP!!    THWAP!!

The Ghost landed three hard punches in rapid succession, alternating between Kyle’s massive left ball and his equally bovine right nut. Kyle’s mammoth sack and huge, limp cock bounced wildly, violently knocked around in crazy direction, presumably much to the delight of the thousands of viewers watching the show live on the web. Kyle thought he was going to get sick from the pain, he began to bellow in agony just as...

THWAP!!    THWAP!!    THWAP!!    THWAP!!    THWAP!!

More rapid, and powerful, punches collided into Kyle’s swinging sack. The young college jock tried desperately to free himself, pulling mightily against his restraints and thrusting his hips to try to spare his screaming balls, but the heavy steel manacles held him fast and made all his efforts futile. Kyle’s enormous hanging ballsac was literally being used as a punching bag, and there was nothing he could do about it! Nevertheless, his majestic muscles exploded into even greater size and more astoundingly shredded relief as he fought against his bindings with all of his might, creating a fantastic display of raw masculine power and beauty for the cameras. 

“PLEASE!!” Kyle pleaded between punches. “STOP!!  OH FUCK!! NO!!!”

THWAP!!    THWAP!!    THWAP!!    THWAP!!    THWAP!!

The brutal beating just kept coming and coming without reprieve, each brutal punch causing Kyle’s defenseless balls to careen about wildly in their sack. The handsome muscle boy felt like his balls were on fire, an inferno of agony that exploded into his abdomen as well, causing Kyle to retch and dry heave, his balls were on fire and an unbearable ache was building in the pit of his stomach. Kyle was now bellowing like some huge, wounded beast, and the louder and more hoarse Kyle’s screams became, the more viscous were the Ghost’s punches. 

The young man’s assailant soon reached a steady rhythm, working over the lad’s behemoth ballsac like it was some sort of speed bag. Each blow was so powerful that Kyle’s balls would swing in a graceful arc until they collided powerfully with the underside of the thick plexiglas plate, smacking hard against that unyielding surface and rebounding back in the direction they’d swung, only to be met with the next hard-knuckled fist. The staccato sounds of the rhythmic ball beating could be heard even over Kyle’s loudest bellows of agony. 

WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! 

WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! 

WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! 

Kyle could see and feel that his balls were turning a bright, angry red and swelling to even more massive proportions under the unbelievably brutal assault, yet they remained intact. The Ghost had been correct in his assessment — Kyle did indeed have a ridiculously tough set of stones, and though the abuse was starting to soften them up nicely, those twin gonads were made of some stern stuff. 

WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! 

WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! 

WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! 

WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! 

WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! 

WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! 

After nearly ten continuous minutes of having his prized jewels used as a sparring bag, the viewer counter on the screen surpassed ten thousand, and Kyle’s throbbing nuts had become his entire world. All he could focus on was the image of his lobster red nuts bouncing around on the screen, and his limp cock similarly jiggling around like some thick, rubbery hose. The young man’s deep voice had grown scratchy and hoarse, and his battle against his metal bindings more weak and worn out. Sweat was pouring off of his magnificently muscular body, making the surface of the plexiglas slick and slippery. Kyle had never known such agony in his entire life, and he wondered how much more he could take before his balls - or his mind - broke. 

Then, abruptly, the beyond-brutal beating stopped. Kyle almost didn’t even notice at first, for his big boy balls were now such a nuclear reactor of white hot pain that the absence of fresh punches barely even made a difference. The young man was left panting for breath like he’d been once again sprinting on the treadmill, and he moaned and groaned pitifully as he pressed his handsome face against the plexiglas plate. 

The Ghost stepped off to the side and once again cupped Kyle’s now even more obscenely bloated left nut in his hand. Only this time, it wasn’t followed by a gentle squeeze. 

“AAAAAHH!! SHIT!! OOOOH!! STOP IT, PLEASE!! PLEASE!!!” 

Kyle was hysterical as the Ghost’s strong, lean fingers dug into the tenderized ball meat as his fist tried desperately to completely crush the bloated and swollen bollock. Poor Kyle had a front row seat as the Ghost’s fingers kneaded the lad’s colossally oversized nut like a stress ball. Unlike with his previous attempt to squeeze one of Kyle’s huge balls, the Ghost’s fingers were now sinking far deeper into the traumatized tissues of Kyle’s left nut, causing the huge testicle to deform and bend around the clutching digits. 

“OOOH!!!” 

Kyle thought he was going to pass out from the sudden shooting agony he felt as the Ghost’s thumb suddenly sank much deeper into the side of his weakening left nut, as if some tough and fibrous membrane had started to give way. Ghost must have felt the same thing, too, because his grip became even tighter and more determined. Kyle’s nuts were insanely tough, but they had just been beaten and pounded non stop, and they just couldn’t take too much more. Kyle’s bruised, battered, and bloated left nut was now grotesquely misshapen within the Ghost’s clenching fist, squeezed into an unnatural shape that no testicle was meant to endure, and looked to be on the very brink of rupturing explosively within this huge nutsac. 

“Uh-ho! What’s all this now?” the Ghost said playfully, relaxing his death grip on Kyle’s nearly busted left nut as he was distracted by something new.

Against all that was rational, and despite the inhuman pain radiating from Kyle’s battered bollocks like some miniature sun, the young man’s humongous, flaccid horse cock was starting to swell and grow. Any possibility of a boner should have been utterly wrecked, perhaps even permanently, by the extreme levels of abuse that Kyle’s huge bollocks had received. Yet there was no denying that Kyle’s mighty tool was quickly bloating and unfurling in all of it’s epic majesty. All that the Ghost could figure was that the imminent crushing destruction of the young lad’s gigantic left nut had triggered some sense of self preservation deep in Kyle’s loins, causing his goliath cock to grow hard and ramrod straight in a final attempt to disperse his seed before his manhood was completely destroyed. 

Kyle’s mighty schlong was nearly a foot long in its completely flaccid state, but now it was swelling and bloating to almost unimaginably huge dimensions. It plumped thicker and gained at least a couple of inches in length before it even began to defy gravity and start rising upward. The colossal cock was already bigger than anything the Ghost had ever seen before, yet it was still clearly spongy and nowhere near its full size. As the Ghost watched in stunned silence, Kyle’s mega cock just kept on growing and growing, until it finally achieved it’s full, impossible size. Young Kyle was simultaneously embarrassed and proud as his mighty fuck stick bloated to a whopping 16.5 inches in length, with a monstrous girth equal to that of a 40-ounce beer can! Camera views from the front of the bound muscle man were cheated from the full effect, as from that angle all that could be seen was the giant mushroom head of Kyle’s cock looking directly at the camera. But from the various side views, the ridiculous length and equally astounding girth of that massive man weapon could be fully seen and appreciated. 

As the gigantic boner reached full tumescence, a shallow upward curve locked into place. Thick, tortured veins ran all up and down that great organ, with a particularly thick and protruding vein running along the entire dorsal length of the colossal shaft. The titanic horse cock looked to be hard as steel, painfully hard in fact, and bobbed gently to the young man’s powerful heartbeat. Kyle’s beautiful cock had gone from pointing straight down in its limp form to parallel to the floor in its now fully rampant state. Even as the Ghost watched, Kyle gave his cock a few automatic, pulsing flexes, causing the huge meat log to throb upward like some great beast and smack against the underside of the plexiglas. 

“My God, LOOK at this thing!” Kyle’s masked captor exclaimed, his normally deep and confident voice shaking a little at the edges. “It’s fucking HUGE!!” 

The Ghost finally released Kyle’s wounded left nut, which now showed blotches of purple on its deep red surface from where its protective outer walls had started to crack and fail. The goblin-masked villain reach up with both hands to gently stroke, fondle, and caress Kyle’s masterpiece of a cock, worshipping the huge trouser beast. Astoundingly, the Ghost’s large hands could only encompass a fraction of the boner’s titanic mass at one time; it would have taken at least a dozen hands to grip all of that man meat at once, and there might still have been room to spare! 

After several long minutes of penile exploration, the Ghost once more addressed the viewing audience and cheerfully said, “I’ve really roughed up this stud’s big man eggs, wouldn’t you say? Most men would have had their nuts reduced to so much pulverized goo after so much abuse, but Kyle’s great big, tough bull balls are still in one piece! Extraordinary! But they’ve been subjected to so much trauma that, despite their incredible strength and endurance, the big muscle stud may already have been rendered sterile. Let’s find out, shall we?” 

The Ghost stepped over to the nearby metal table and picked up a strange-looking limp form. It was a pink translucent tube of some rubbery material, perhaps 5 or 6 inches long. As the Ghost stepped toward his victim once again, Kyle could see that the object in his hands was a ‘flesh tube’ of some sort, one of those masturbation devices used to jack off a man’s cock. And just as Kyle couldn’t will his boner to deflate, he knew that he could not prevent the Ghost from jacking off his massive cock. 

The Ghost proceeded to slip the pink rubbery tube onto Kyle’s gigantic cock. The hollow tube had to expand dramatically to encompass the stupendous girth of Kyle’s penis, but the lubricated membrane managed to stretch over the massive cock with ease, its clinging warmth enveloping the young man’s cock like a pussy. The tube could fit over no more than a third of the length of Kyle’s colossal cock at one time, but the Ghost was undeterred. He began to slowly stroke the translucent pink tube up and down the stupendous length of Kyle’s gorgeous cock, twisting it gently over the huge mushroom head before stroking it all the way down to the thick base, and then back again. He slowly increased the pace until it was a nice, steady rhythm. 

“Ooooh!” Kyle gently moaned as the pleasurable sensations began to build in his loins. He knew that he’d built an unusually huge load in his balls after a couple of days of abstinence, a load that he’d been looking forward to blowing after his evening workout, so he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold back the flood gates for long. Deep erotic pleasure washed over him, partially distracting him from the terrible throbbing ache still emanating from both of his huge, wounded nuts. Kyle’s great, rampant cock clearly had a mind of its own, and the young man groaned despite himself as the masturbation sleeve was expertly used on his mighty tool. 

“God, I have never before seen a cock like this!” the Ghost said in a breathy whisper, seeming to forget the growing online audience as he continued to frig and fist Kyle’s behemoth bull cock. He was soon using both hands to masturbate Kyle’s titanic meat pole, stroking faster and faster like a human piston. 

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Kyle’s toes were curling as he could feel a massive load start to boil in his tortured nuts, and he knew that he couldn’t hold out much longer. 

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

The young muscle bull started flexing all of his amazing muscles in an effort to clamp down on his steadily swelling orgasm, but he knew that he was just delaying the inevitable. 

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Kyle grunted in surprise as he felt a hand gently cup his swollen right nut. His piercing blue eyes flashed to the central computer screen, where he could see that the Ghost had taken one of his hands off of stroking duty to grasp the underside of his dangling goolie. With a sick dread, the young man knew what was about to happen next. 

“NO!! NO!! PLEASE!! AAAAAAAHH!!!” 

The Ghost unleashed a truly devastating squeeze to Kyle’s right nut, clutching the huge orb tightly in his big, powerful hand. Kyle started to black out from the agony, yet his cock remained rock hard and was starting to twitch and throb in anticipation of the coming load. Ghost kept right on squeezing Kyle’s nut and stroking his cock, and the combination of extreme agony and extreme pleasure was overwhelming to the young college jock.

“PLEASE STOP!!”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Kyle watched in horror on the screen as the Ghost’s fingers began to deflate and deform the giant ball in his vise-like grip. The titanic teste was being squeezed so brutally hard it felt like it was going to burst at any moment, but the Ghost’s fist kept right on squeezing and squeezing. The wet slurping sounds of the masturbation sleeve stroking Kyle’s 16.5 inches of bull cock married with the sound of young man’s animal-like bellows and screams of agony created a sort of music to the Ghost’s ears.

‘50,000 VIEWERS’

Kyle knew his nut was about to explode and that there was nothing he could do to stop it. At the same time, the Ghost could feel the trapped nut attempting to retract into the young man’s insanely muscular body as it prepared to fire off its mammoth load.

“OOOoooooohh!!” Kyle’s breath exploded in one long exhale. 

The young man’s mighty cock shot off a spectacular glob of cum, an unbroken rope of sperm that had to be 5 or 6 feet long, that lashed across the steel table and splattered onto the floor in a big, gooey line. A second massive jet of cum followed moments later, even longer and thicker and bigger than the first, followed by a third rope that was bigger still, striking the cement wall at least a dozen feet away! 

What followed was the single greatest orgasm ever caught on video. So much splooge was blasting forth from Kyle’s throbbing and thundering cock that it looked like his bulky, bloated balls were completely emptying their contents onto the table, the far wall, and the floor below. The Ghost released his grip on the young man’s tortured right nut to bring both hands to bear once again on masturbating the young man’s massive tool, coaxing more and more spunk out of the handsome young muscle man. Pulse after pulse after lush pulse of extremely thick spunk kept pumping out of the young man’s quivering cock, making a huge slippery mess of everything within range of his monster cock. 

“Well I guess that proves one thing!” the Ghost happily exclaimed as he kept right on pumping Kyle’s orgasming cock. “This stud’s freakishly huge bull balls are indeed still fully functional! God DAMN!! Have you ever SEEN so much cum blast from one guy before?! Jesus, this kid is a walking SPERM FACTORY!!” 

Kyle’s colossal orgasm seem to rage on forever. In fact, it wasn’t until the 18th or 19th mammoth cum blast that the size of Kyle’s wads finally began to decrease. And even then, it took more than a dozen steadily decreasing pulses of thick and gloopy spunk before Kyle’s muscular loins finally ran dry. 

But the Ghost didn’t even pause in his masturbation of Kyle’s massive tool. Instead, he continued to milk the young man’s recently spent cock with all the same speed and vigor as before. The pleasure of the rubbery hand job quickly grew to excruciating levels, and the young man began screaming and begging for the Ghost to stop. But his assailant didn’t slow in the slightest, apparently determined to pull even more spunk out of his swollen, aching, throbbing bull nuts. 

It was only a few minutes later when the Ghost got his wish, striking oil for the second time. Kyle’s huge cock swelled larger still, if that was even possible, the skin enveloping his rampant schlong stretched tight as a drum, before it began firing off its second load. 

Astoundingly, even though he had cum just minutes before, Kyle’s second load proved to be nearly as powerful and voluminous as the first, painting even more thick lines of prime young stud cum on the wall, table, and floor in front of him. The young man screamed and moaned throughout his second forced orgasm, the excruciating sensations having gone far past pleasure into something more resembling pain. This time, it was around the 12th or 14th massive streamer of hot, sticky jizz before the size of Kyle’s wads began to diminish, and they quickly tapered off after only 6 or 8 more steadily weaker pulses of ‘boygurt’. 

And STILL the Ghost didn’t slow in his relentless milking of the young man’s tortured loins. The  furious jacking caused Kyle’s bruised and purpling balls to bounce wildly in their bag, adding to their throbbing pain as they struggled to cough up even more spunk into the Ghost’s demanding fists. The young man was now openly sobbing, the post-orgasmic milking causing his overstimulated penis to swell even larger still, its skin stretched to a glassy sheen and looking like his great, protuberant cock might actually split in half! Kyle’s monstrous cock had to measure at least 17.5 inches in length now, possibly even 18 inches, and was nearly as thick as the young man’s muscle-corded forearm! 

It took a full 5 minutes before Kyle hit his third orgasm, which felt like a freight train crashing into his heaving nuts. His huge, battered balls visibly convulsed and contracted in their pouch as they tried to squeeze out even more juice to satisfy the Ghost’s voracious appetite. The first two or three jets were huge and powerful, nearly striking the far wall to join their brothers. The consistency of Kyle’s splooge was now more milky and far less thick than before, however, providing evidence that the young man’s massive and heroically virile bollocks were finally starting to run out of ammunition. After the first few huge streams, though, Kyle’s orgasm quickly tapered off, with no more than another half dozen weaker spurts burping out of the young man’s terminally bonerized cock. 

And STILL the Ghost refused to cease milking the young man’s raped and tortured loins!! Kyle was writhing and bucking as much as his steel restraints allowed, his massive muscles flexing and bulging in terrific relief. The devastatingly handsome young stud was now reduced to incoherent babbles punctuated by screams and moans, his mind so clouded with pain that he could no longer formed words. 

Kyle’s cock was starting to glow and angry red from the prolonged and violent frigging, but refused to grow the least bit soft. In fact, the young man’s cock was now so freakishly bloated and hard that it might never go down, this side of death! Still, the young stud’s humongous cock was faring far better than his beleaguered and overworked balls, which were now so bruised and battered and swollen that they didn’t even look human anymore. Nevertheless, those two huge gonads were valiantly trying to muster up even more seminal fluids as the Ghost continued to pump and pummel his bloated and aching cock. 

Kyle’s voice had long since grown hoarse and cracked from all of the screaming and yelling, yet he continued to utter deep, thunderous bellows of animal agony as his rape continued. Minute after minute ticked by with agonizing slowness, but there was no reprieve for Kyle. The Ghost just kept on pumping his diamond hard stallion cock, all but rubbing it raw in his exuberance. 

After more than 10 minutes, though, no additional loads were forthcoming, and the Ghost was getting ready to give up. But then Kyle began bucking his hips, violently slamming his narrow, muscular crotch against the plexiglas plate and thrusting his cock even harder against the pistoning hands of his captor. The Ghost smiled beneath his goblin mask, knowing that he would indeed be able to coax one last load from the young stud’s unbelievably virile loins. 

The veins coursing up and down the colossal shaft of Kyle’s cock were now standing out so thick and hard that they looked like they would burst right out of the skin. The handsome young jock was masculine perfection, and his cock was a masterpiece to manhood. The Ghost couldn’t take his eyes off of the magnificent, majestic schlong as he frigged that big cock faster than ever, eager to drive Kyle over the edge one last time. 

With a primal scream, all of Kyle’s great muscles bulged and flexed simultaneously, and his monstrous cock began to throb and pulse with more raw power than ever before. But nothing was spurting or spraying forth! Was Kyle’s well of virility already completely empty? 

One, two, three mighty throbs, and not a single drop of fluid issued forth from the swollen, distended piss slit at the tip of Kyle’s fist-sized cock head. Four, five, six epic throbs, the young man’s pouty dick lips puckering like that of a fish out of water. Seven, eight, nine powerful throbs…

On the tenth mighty throb, a short but powerful gush of watery fluid blasted forth. The fluid had the color and consistency of potato water, containing a mere fraction of the potent sperm that had been flush and prolific in the young man’s previous loads. A second gush, and then a third, smaller than before. What followed was a a weak and watery trickle of thin seminal fluids, drooling forth with none of the power or intensity of Kyle’s first three loads. And after another 15 or 20 seconds, even that watery drool ceased. Kyle’s heroic bull nuts were now well and truly bone dry! 

After the better part of half an hour relentlessly jacking Kyle’s colossal cock, the Ghost finally ceased his ministrations. He shucked the cum-slickened rubbery sleeve off of the young man’s terminally bloated cock and threw the soiled device toward one of the corners of the room, narrowly missing one of his tripod-mounted cameras in the process. 

“Now THAT was a show!!” the Ghost exclaimed. “Congratulations, Kyle. I’ve never even DREAMED of meeting a man as virile and powerful as you, and I’m sure I never will again for as long as I live. Thank you for sharing your beauty with me.” 

Addressing his online audience, the Ghost then said, “That was one for the record books, folks! I’d estimate that there’s at least a couple of QUARTS of prime stud spunk littering the room! Just imagine the godlike children that a man like this could have fathered. Women would have paid premium prices for just an ounce of this precious fluid. Such a shame that this young man’s family line is going to end here…” 

The Ghost once again began staring at the young man’s still rock hard, 18-inch cock and heavy, dangling bull balls, openly in awe of the sheer and unbelievable SIZE of the handsome stud’s sexual equipment. He seemed to consider what he was seeing for several long moments before muttering, “Hmm, I wonder…”

Without warning, the Ghost grabbed the long neck of Kyle’s dangling scrotum with both hands, squeezing his aching, throbbing nuts down to the very bottom of their bag, and then took a small leap into the air. Kyle watched the screen in front of him with horror, and didn’t even have time to scream before gravity started pulling his assailant back toward the ground. 

The masked man had to weigh a good 190 to 200 pounds, far smaller than the titanically muscular Kyle, but still far heavier than any weight a man’s nuts were designed to carry. The skin of the young man’s scrotum was highly elastic, and was stretched to nearly twice its normal 6-inch dangle in mere moments. But the tough and powerful cords and cables connecting Kyle’s twin tanks of virility to his body were not nearly so supple, and they jerked the Ghost’s body to a violent stop. 

It was then that Kyle found his voice once more, and he uttered his loudest, most deafening, and most gut wrenching bellow of agony yet. Miraculously, Kyle’s mighty bollocks were not instantly torn from his heaving body, but instead somehow found the strength and resilience to hold on, despite the dead weight of his assailant hanging from them. Kyle’s nuts had been instantly stretched to a massive 10 inches from his straining crotch, and even as the Ghost watched from his gently swaying and rotating perch, that stretch continued to very slowly but inexorably increase. 

The pain was greater than anything else that Kyle had yet suffered. It felt like his very guts were about to be torn out through his crotch, and the ungodly strain on the young man’s balls felt like they might explode inside their sack, finishing the work that the Ghost’s punching fists and squeezing hands had started. 

The scene on the computer screens looked positively unreal. The Ghost was hanging just a few inches off the ground, being held up only by the cords, cables, and narrow tube of skin that connected Kyle’s herculean balls to his gloriously muscular body. The pair looked like some sort of twisted and macabre version of a children’s playground toy. 

Kyle’s deafening roar of agony continued as his balls slowly dropped further and further, stretching toward oblivion. Stretch marks were starting to appear in his scrotum, and he could feel the tough but delicate nut cords start to tear and give. As undeniably powerful as the young man’s bull balls had proven to be, even they weren’t designed to endure such horrific abuse, and Kyle knew that they would tear loose from their fleshy tethers at any moment. 

For his part, the Ghost was reveling in the irreparable damage that he knew he was inflicting on Kyle’s amazing young sex organs. He gazed upward at the tremendous length of Kyle’s ultimate horse cock, and was amazed that the huge tool was STILL hard as a rock, and even now throbbing mightily like it was readying itself for another load. Kyle’s balls had rapidly descended to 11 inches, and then 12 inches, where they seemed to refuse to drop any further. The young man’s mighty nut cords were all stretched to the breaking point, and threatened to snap at any moment. 

“PLEEEEEEEEASE!!!”

The Ghost suddenly released his death grip on Kyle’s stretched out nutsac and fell the few inches to the ground. The humongous nuts immediately rebounded upward like they were at the end of a stretched rubber band, and then tumbled back toward the earth. Their fall finally halted a full 8 inches from the base of his crotch, far longer than their previous dangle, and a tiny corner of Kyle’s pain-wracked mind wondered if that stretch would be permanent. But that thought was immediately followed by the realization that he’d never get the chance to find out, for he was certain that he would soon be losing his precious manhood, if not his very life. 

The rush of blood coming back into the dangling organs was nearly as painful as the pulling. It was so overwhelming Kyle didn’t notice that Ghost had fetched the tennis-racket-sized fly swatter from the table and was standing under him again. The Ghost held the fly swatter to the cameras so that his viewers — and Kyle — could see that it wasn’t just an ordinary fly swatter. This was an electrified fly zapper, and once that had been hyper charged to deliver shocks that were orders of magnitude greater than what was given by an ordinary fly swatter. 

Kyle pleaded as Ghost hovered the zapper dangerously close to his dangling nut sack. Closer and closer. Hovering over first one behemoth ball then the other. 

Kyle’s body tensed in anticipation, but he couldn’t prepare himself for the sharpness and immediacy of the pain once the swatter finally touched skin.

ZZZT!! ZZZT!! ZZZT!! ZZZT!! ZZZT!! ZZZT!!

Kyle screamed as Ghost alternated the zapper from nut to nut, over and over. The jolt was much, much stronger than a regular bug zapper, and each mammoth orb convulsed so violently on contact that they appeared to be dancing in their sack. But Ghost was only tapping each nut quickly, not letting the zapper linger too long. 

ZZZT!! ZZZT!! ZZZT!! ZZZT!! ZZZT!! ZZZT!!

“Oh boy! This is so much fun! Just LOOK at those big balls dance!” the Ghost gleefully exclaimed. 

ZZZZZT-ZZZZZT-ZZZZZT-ZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!

Ghost pressed the zapper to Kyle’s battered and bruised left nut and held it there. Kyle was in such a world of unbelievable hurt, all he could do was drool, his mouth open in a silent ‘O’ as he watched his big nut being roasted alive on the screen in front of him. The enormous ball rolled and shook in the bag so violently it looked like the convulsions alone was going to blow it apart.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!! 

A minute passed. Then two...

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!! 

The left side of Kyle’s meat-bloated sack was starting to turn a blackish red, smoke rising from the zapper as the Ghost held the device firm. Finally, after three minutes, Ghost threw down the zapper and resumed to use Kyle’s dangling, swollen, and incredibly bruised ballsack as a punching bag.

SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!!

Kyle continued to drool and scream as the Ghost worked to turn his big strong balls into paste.

SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!!

“UNNH!! NO!! STOP!! PLEEEEEEASE!!!” 

But Ghost clearly wasn’t going to stop until there was nothing left of Kyle’s gorgeous testicles but useless, lumpy mush. The fists came so rapidly, it didn’t seem human, and Kyle could feel himself starting to pass out. 

SPLAT!!SPLAT!!SPLAT!!SPLAT!!SPLAT!!SPLAT!!SPLAT!

SPLAT!!SPLAT!!SPLAT!!SPLAT!!SPLAT!!SPLAT!!SPLAT!

SPLAT!!SPLAT!!SPLAT!!SPLAT!!SPLAT!!SPLAT!!SPLAT!

SPLECH-SPLOTCH!!!

Kyle could feel something break on the left side of his sack after a particularly violent one-two punch targeting his greatly weakened left nut. Kyle’s powerful jaw erupted in pain as it opened so wide in a scream he thought he had broken it. As he screamed, a horrified Kyle could see that the round, ovoid shape of his once-perfect left nut had been broken. It looked more oblong now, and perhaps a little lumpy, and seemed to be sagging even lower than the right. The Ghost noticed, too, and with a wide smile visible from beneath the bottom of his goblin mask, he proceeded to focus all his subsequent punches on just the swelling, battered, crumbling left side of Kyle’s scrotum.

SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLOTCH!! SPLAT!! SPLOOSH!!

Kyle wailed, but couldn’t take his eyes off the screen. His left testicle was toast, or soon would be. The huge, sexy organ had cracked in its sack and was now being methodically pulverized. Kyle couldn’t believe that his amazing studly package was slowly being totally destroyed right before his eyes!

SPLOTCH!! CRUNCH!! SCRUNCH!! BLECH!! SPLOOOOSH!!

Kyle could feel every moment of his valiant left nut being reduced to rubble, and he was amazed that it hadn’t completely shattered already. It wasn’t far off from doing just that, though, and the young man braced himself for the explosive loss of his first testicle. 

The Ghost stopped punching and wrapped his left hand around the neck of Kyle’s left nut, isolating the cracked and crumbling orb on the left side of his sack. His right hand then formed a fist, which he cocked back before addressing the crowd once more. “What a waste, right?” the Ghost said into one of the cameras, smiling as he prepared to throw the punch that would be guaranteed to obliterate the stud’s trapped nut. 

Suddenly, a high-pitched screeching alarm began to sound. The viewer count on the central monitor reached a peak of 207,878, froze for several seconds, and then began to drop even faster than it had risen. Kyle could have sworn he heard a flurry of activity somewhere in the distance behind the unseen door in the rear wall, and confusion was writ large across his handsome, exhausted, pain-wracked features. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” the Ghost said in a laughing voice, though he was clearly annoyed. “It looks like we’ve been caught again, kids. But don’t worry, I’ve saved the best for last!!”

A count down timer appeared on the top right of the screen.

05:00

04:59

Ghost hastily made his way to the metal table and fetched some more equipment. He placed a sturdy metal filing cabinet beneath Kyle’s dangling goods, and then placed a stainless steel blender on top of the cabinet. The blender was a typical household model, the kind often used for making smoothies and protein drinks, and it would have looked harmless and innocuous if not for its placement directly beneath Kyle’s impossibly low-hanging balls. 

Kyle was in such a fog of pain and so confused by the klaxon of alarms that he didn’t immediately notice what the Ghost was doing. But his attention was immediately captured when he felt the Ghost’s strong hands once again gripping his horrifically aching testicles, and he could only watch helplessly on the screens in front of him as the Ghost stuffed both massive testicles into the large glass container. 

Even at their normal size, Kyle’s huge balls were so large that they would have been a tight fit in the container; now that they had swollen to truly freakish dimensions from all of the trauma and abuse, the Ghost had to use a lot of muscle to cram and stuff the huge bull nuts into the large glass jar. Fortunately for the Ghost, the extreme pummeling he had given Kyle’s balls had softened them up tremendously. They were no longer the extremely firm and solid sex glands of a mere hour previous. Now, they were positively mushy, which allowed them to distort and bend in order to fit within the glass container. 

Once Kyle realized what was happening, he became beyond hysterical, and he began thrashing with renewed vigor, utterly desperate to break free and save his treasured bollocks from their impending doom. But the Ghost, knowing just how ferociously strong his captive college jock really was, had made the manacles specially reinforced — even Kyle’s phenomenal strength couldn’t hope to break them. 

There on the screen, Kyle could see both of his huge, heavy nuts stuffed into the glass mixing chamber, filling almost every square centimeter of that glass container to capacity. Perversely, Kyle’s cock was as massive and bone solid as ever, a foot-and-a-half long masterpiece of manhood…that was about to become completely useless with the loss of his huge testicles. Terror unlike anything Kyle had ever known made his blood run cold, and a fresh sheen of sweat was soon covering his magnificent body as he watched helplessly while the Ghost finished his preparations. 

With his huge nuts firmly and violently crammed into the glass container, the Ghost took the plastic lid and slammed it roughly on top, pressing the huge nuts even more completely into the mixing chamber. Kyle cried out in fresh pain as his nearly wrecked left ball was impaled upon one of the three sharp blades at the base of the container, while the other two blades pressed precariously into his bruised, battered, but still slightly less injured right ball. A small amount of blood trickled out of the puncture in Kyle’s left ball into the bottom of the mixing chamber, causing the young man’s stunning blue eyes to grow wide with terror. 

The lid trapped Kyle’s huge balls within the death chamber of the glass mixing container, with the long neck of his stretched out scrotum leading back from the edge of the container all the way up to the lad’s lean and muscular groin. The lid was cinching down painfully hard on the vital cords and cables connecting those magnificent bollocks to his body, but enough of a gap remained that the blood flow to his mighty nuts wasn’t completely cut off. 

03:30

03:29

The Ghost simply stepped back and let the visual linger on the screen for his many online viewers all over the world. Cameras were focused on Kyle from many different angles, soaking in his extraordinary beauty, his extreme distress, and the imminent and immediate danger to his epic manhood. Every few heartbeats, Kyle’s mighty truncheon of a cock would give a pulsing lurch and smack heavily into the underside of the plexiglas platform. For all the world, it looked like the handsome young college jock was actually EXCITED to have his huge bull nuts blended into soup, despite his continuous pleas for mercy. 

02:00

01:59

“NO! NO! PLEASE! NO!” Kyle continued to babble in his deep, scream-roughened voice to an unhearing and uncaring Ghost. His brilliant blue eyes remained locked on the screen in front of him, however, staring at the image of the mixing chamber stuffed to near bursting almost 10 pounds of prime, grade-AAA man meat. Meat that was about to be turned into jock puree. 

The mixing cup was barely large enough to hold Kyle's meaty genitals. His nuts were pressed against the glass and his cock was folded onto itself. Virtually every square inch of space in the mixing chamber was stuffed with nuts and sausage and Kyle knew they were about to be turned into jock puree.

01:00

00:59

The seconds continued to tick by, and Kyle’s heart was hammering so hard in his mighty chest that he would have sworn it could be hear by the viewers online. Speaking of viewers, the twisted visual must have been enough to keep the 99,870 remaining viewers watching the show from logging off from the compromised data stream as the number of viewers stopped dropping and actually began to climb again.

00:30

00:29

All Kyle could focus on were the two impossibly meaty balls crammed into a blender that were about to be pulped into one helluva protein shake. There they were, damaged and depleted, battered and burned, mushy and bruised, cracked and cut, but otherwise still whole, still hale, still alive. And in a matter of seconds, they were going to be reduced to an unrecognizable, unidentifiable goop. But despite the sick visual of so much man meat in peril, despite knowing that he was just seconds away from being turned into a nutless eunuch, Kyle couldn’t tear his eyes away from the images on the screen. It was the same compulsion that kept people looking at train wrecks and horrible car accidents despite the carnage. He knew he was about to witness every moment of his destruction. 

00:20

00:19

“NOOOOO!! PLEASE!! PLEASE!! PLEEEEASE!! HAVE MERCY ON ME!! PLEEEEASE!!”

Kyle bucked and thrashed more wildly than ever before, and the Ghost could actually hear the steel manacles groaning and protesting under the young muscular titan’s enormous strength. One of the Ghost’s eyebrows quirked for a moment beneath his goblin mask, fearing that one or more of the bindings might actually snap under the young man’s extraordinary struggles, but he breathed a quiet sigh of relief as the heavy steel manacles held. Young Kyle could thrash and bellow all he liked, but his entire ballbag remained firmly in the blender. 

00:15

00:14

The Ghost held one long, slender finger over the various button settings on the blender’s base, taunting Kyle’s doomed nuggets as his finger danced over the various options. His finger hovered briefly over the ‘ICE CRUSH’ button before moving on to the ‘STIR’, ‘GRIND’, and ‘BLEND’ options…

00:13

00:12

00:11

The cruel masked man’s finger danced over the ‘BEAT’, ‘PULSE’, ‘MASH’, and ‘SHRED’ buttons, but kept moving onward. Kyle’s blue eyes grew wider and wider with each possible selection…

00:10

00:09

00:08

The Ghost’s finger kept on moving, hovering over ‘CHOP’, ‘WHIP’, and ‘PUREE’ in quick succession, but still moving on…

00:07

00:06

The Ghost smiled behind his mask as his finger finally stopped on the very last option — ‘LIQUIFY’. 

Kyle’s heart was lodged in his throat, and he was too terrified to scream. His traitorous cock, on the other hand, was now rhythmically pulsing with each thunderous heartbeat, smacking against the plexiglas in a steady drum beat, as if counting down the final seconds to his own unmanning. 

00:05

00:04

00:03

00:02

Kyle let out a bellow so tremendous, so deep and guttural, the sound seemed to startle even the Ghost. At that same moment, a magnificent pulse of cum erupted from the young man’s quaking bull cock, thick and lush with freshly-made sperm and colliding with awe inspiring force against the far wall with a very loud SPLAT! 

00:01

CLICK!