Mighty Thor and the Virility Stones - Part 4

 Mighty Thor and the Virility Stones - Part 4

An original story by Jayse

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The many hundreds of brutalities visited upon Thor’s gloriously muscular and massive body weren’t solely limited to just his herculean testicles, however. Nearly every part of his massive and mighty frame was subjected to various tests and tortures at one point or another, but the only other part of Thor’s magnificent physique that received an even remotely comparable amount of cruel attention as his mammoth balls was his equally colossal bull cock. 

With 22 rock solid inches of impossibly thick and sturdy mega cock throbbing and bouncing proudly and defiantly before Thanos’ eyes, it was inevitable that the gigantic phallus would receive its own share of unwanted and brutal attention. The massive slab of man meat was pounded and pummeled, pulled and stretched, bent and twisted, speared and skewered, squeezed and crushed, often to the point of utter and complete destruction. Thanos enjoyed wrecking Thor’s majestic whale cock almost as much as he loved obliterating his balls, and he knew that every time he rebuilt the massive phallus with the awesome powers of the Infinity Gauntlet, it was becoming just that much tougher and harder and more resilient. 

As with Thor’s balls, Thanos’ most frequent form of abuse was to pummel, hammer, bash, and bludgeon the demigod’s gigantic dick from every conceivable angle, softening the incredibly dense meat, weakening and shredding the tough tissues, and eventually grinding the humongous red-blooded tubesteak into hamburger meat. Each round of destruction took a long time, as Thor’s cock was as incredibly strong and tough as the rest of his extraordinary body, and it resisted all but the most brutal attempts to damage and harm it. 

And with so much acreage to cover, sometimes Thanos would focus on just one part of the demigod’s gorgeous, gigantic giga cock. He might hammer the spongy cockhead to a pulp one day, and then focus on the impossibly thick and vein-gnarled shaft the next. Sometimes he’d pound away at the base of the cock itself, hammering at the root of the majestic phallus where it joined his body at the base of his chiseled and corrugated abs. Thanos would pound away at the extraordinary tough and powerful muscles and ligaments at the base of his cock that were responsible for cranking the enormous beast cock heavenward, and as the cruel giant would weaken the pulverize those mighty muscles, the monstrous cock would sag lower and lower. Eventually, the thick root would be pounded almost to a pulp, and his still bloated and rock hard cock would be pointing straight downward, broken and unable to crank itself aloft. And if Thanos kept on hammering at the heavily damaged base, Thor’s magnificent bull cock would simply tear free, its great weight ripping at the last remaining tethers and letting the nearly two FEET of Clydesdale cock fall to the floor below with a loud and beefy thump. 

Other times, Thanos would grab the gargantuan phallus at either end and bend or twist it in a variety of unnatural directions. Thanos could bend the God of Thunder’s mighty cock like it was a great longbow, producing a profound upward, downward, or sideways curve of up to an extraordinary 180 degrees, literally bending it back on itself. Or Thanos might tightly grip the head and first few inches of Thor’s mammoth cock and start twisting it along its central axis in either a clockwise or counterclockwise direction. The thick tissues and mighty ligaments would audibly creak and moan as Thor’s cock neared the limits of its endurance, and sick crunching and crackling sounds would then be indicative of the thick and hardy meat starting to breaking down and snap under the intense strain. 

Thanos would frequently make Thor cum when his massive bull cock was twisted or bent to the very brink of snapping, and his orgasms when his phallus was so profoundly distorted were excruciatingly painful, and sometimes would finish what Thanos had started and resulted in the sharp, staccato snap of overstressed penile tissues finally rending and breaking. And if the orgasm didn’t achieve that end, then Thanos would simply do it himself, cracking Thor’s mighty cock in half while the handsome thunder god bellowed and brayed in unbelievably agony. 

Even then, there were still certain particularly clever and cruel cock tortures that were more memorable than the rest. 

Pretzel Cock

On one particularly cruel occasion, Thanos used the Infinity Gauntlet to force Thor’s cock into a completely limp and flaccid state, a rare occurrence in the dimly lit chamber. The purple giant then took the 14-inch log of limp meat and gingerly tied it into a simple knot. Even when completely flaccid, Thor’s cock meat was incredibly thick and dense, so it took a good deal of elbow grease and effort on Thanos’ part, and caused no small amount of pain to the bound demigod. But after much effort, Thanos achieved his goal, and smiled as he gazed down upon Thor’s gorgeous, gargantuan bull cock tied in a knot. Thor’s pale blue eyes were wide in terror and disbelief at the intensely disturbing sight, and his valiant heart thundered inside his massive, pec-proud chest in anticipation of what he knew must come next. 

A cruelly grinning Thanos then activated his gauntlet once more, and forced Thor’s twisted cock to once again plump and grow into rock solid hardness. 

The only sounds more disturbing than the crackling and crunching sounds coming from Thor’s cock as it was forced into full tumescence while tied in a knot were the shrill screams of terror and agony coming from the demigod himself, as he watched his colossal cock bloat into some sort of sick parody of a balloon animal. But though Thor’s cock was heavily damaged in the process, with torn tissues, ruptured ligaments, and patches of dark purple bruising occurring all up and down its tremendous length, the overall structural integrity of his mighty bull cock somehow, miraculously, held. Twisted into the shape of a pretzel and straining to the brink of rupture, Thor’s mighty cock somehow managed to endure. 

But Thanos was not yet done. The purple giant then began to smack around the mighty sperm tanks hanging so heavy and full below that twisted, corkscrew penis, gently at first and then with gradually more force and power. Taps became smacks, which grew into stinging slaps, which grew into powerful strikes, which became devastating punches. As intended, all of this rough ball abuse caused Thor’s agony-trained libido to crank into overdrive, and though the mighty hero fought hard against it, he could feel a fresh orgasm building inside his mauled and misshapen loins. The erotic feelings grew and grew and grew, and Thor held back his orgasm by sheer force of will alone, knowing and dreading what would happen it he allowed himself to cum. 

But Thor could no more hold back his burgeoning load than he could hold back the tide. A deep growl formed in the depths of Thor’s mighty chest, and grew in volume and power until it became a bellow of fury and defiance. And then the orgasm hit. Thor’s cock throbbed so hard that a ‘SNAP!’ nearly as loud as a thunderclap could be heard, as his tortured bull cock finally cracked under the awesome strain. But nothing, not even the breaking of his cock, could stop Thor’s mammoth orgasm, and his cock throbbed again and again and again, each time accompanied by loud and sharp sounds of tendons snapping and tissues breaking. Thor’s cock was literally tearing itself apart even as thick pulses of stud cream burst out of the swollen glans and splashed wetly all over the floor. Great rents and tears appeared along the twisted and distorted shaft, and blood poured from the many wounds, but STILL Thor’s orgasm raged onward, in the end lasting more than two full minutes! By the end, not much of Thor’s once glorious cock remained, for it was so cracked and bleeding and broken that it could hardly even be called a penis anymore. 

Getting Thor’s cock OUT of its knot proved to be nearly as painful and destructive, but with a lot of rough man handling, Thanos finally disentangled the wrecked and ruined penis, and only then did he restore it to its previous rampant glory through the use of the Infinity Gauntlet. 

Penis Skinning

An even MORE brutal torture involved the slow and methodical flaying of Thor’s monumental penis. Thanos started at the top, cruelly slicing off the thick foreskin that covered the huge bulbous head of Thor’s towering cock, as the evil villain had done a dozen or more times before. But this time he didn’t stop there. He made a shallow slice near the top of the shaft, just behind the flaring coronal ridge of Thor’s cock, and then started to slowly peel an ever-lengthening strip of skin from the demigod’s cock. The pain was sharp and intense, but even worse was the visual, for Thor was forced to watch as his mighty cock was slowly skinned alive! 

The raw, dark red meat of Thor’s cock flesh was revealed as more and more of his skin was cut and stripped away. There was surprisingly little blood, both because Thor was naturally not much of a bleeder, but also because Thanos used the Infinity Gauntlet to minimized the messiness of excess blood. The work was slippery enough without a lot of bleeding, and it took Thanos a considerable amount of time, but eventually he managed to skin the entire cock shaft, from just behind the flaring coronal ridge to the thick and beefy root. 

With the skin stripped away, Thor’s cock looked even more fearsome and primeval, a beefy red tower of prime man meat. The internal structures of the demigod’s goliath cock were now on full display, including the two twin chambers of the corpus cavernosa, those long and girthy tubes of spongy tissue that were now fully engorged with blood, and which made up the lion’s share of the titanic, tumescent cock shaft. Ventral to those two massive structures and running along the entire undercarriage of the meaty shaft was the corpus spongiosum, a smaller cylindrical chamber also made up of spongy, blood-engorged tissues, but which also included the urethra, the thick cum tube through which Thor shot his gargantuan spunk loads. All of these structures were covered by a thick tracery of enormous veins, which looked even more powerful and primal now that the protective skin had been carefully sliced away. 

Thanos spent the rest of that day torturing and brutalizing Thor’s mammoth and magnificent balls, enjoying the sight of the Thunder God blasting load after painful, forced load out of his raw and naked penis. It wasn’t until toward the end of the day’s torture session that the evil giant once again returned to Thor’s stripped phallus. He began by prying the three cylindrical chambers apart, stretching them laterally away from each other so that it almost looked like Thor had three separate, narrower penises that all joined at a single, massive, bloated cock head. Thanos then vivisected the mangled penis bit by bit, encouraging a bellowing Thor to cum throughout, as he slowly reduced the skinned cock to ruins. Being the master torturer that he was, Thanos was able to keep Thor’s cock functional far, far longer than should have been possible so that, even after the demigod’s once-proud bull cock had been reduced to a pile of ruined beef, he was still able to force Thor to cum one last time, somehow pumping a huge load of sperm through a mangled mass of dying flesh. 

Only then did Thanos rebuild and restore Thor’s cock once more to its former glory. 

Bloat until It Bursts

Shortly after Thanos had choked off Thor’s big balls and forced them to fill with cum until they burst, Thanos decided to try a similar experiment with the demigod’s mighty penis. An adamantium cock ring was secured around the very root of Thor’s rampant elephant cock, squeezing down on its base and making the rest of the goliath tool fill with even more blood, swelling to its maximum size. Thor’s cock bloated larger than ever before, adding another half inch in length and swelling to a truly gargantuan girth. The mighty veins snaking up and down the colossal shaft bulged so large they looked ready to burst. But Thor’s mighty cock held, aching and straining and bloated to its maximum size. 

Or was it? 

A clear glassteel cylinder was then affixed over the entirety of Thor’s mammoth, distended penis, forming an airtight seal where it joined the tight cock ring. Thanos attached a vacuum pump to the other end of the clear cylinder, and then, as Thor flexed and writhed in a futile effort to break free, the evil giant turned on the pump. 

At first, the growing vacuum around Thor’s cock appeared to have no effect. The demigod’s phallus was already bloated beyond its normal and already gargantuan size, and looked to be incapable of swelling any larger. But then slowly, achingly, the blond hunk’s giant dick began to bloat bigger still. The tissues were becoming dangerously overfilled with blood, so that his entire cock began to turn a darker and darker red, with the spongy cock head itself growing a deep and vibrant purple. Thor’s growls of agony soon turned into full throated bellows, as his cock added another half inch in length, and then another, and then ANOTHER, finally achieving a stupendous 24 full inches in length! 

That’s when Thor’s cock finally hit its ill-fated orgasm. The insanely hyper bloated organ began to buck and flex within the vacuum tube, and the added strain caused his overstretched penile skin to start to rip and tear in over a dozen places. As the first massive slugs of super hero spunk began to spurt out of his obscenely dilated urethra, those skin tears started to squirt out thin streamers of blood under high pressure. With each herculean throb, the tears in Thor’s cock grew larger, and it was abundantly clear that the demigod’s almighty cock was about to fail, and fail spectacularly. 

Thor’s hideously distended and over-bloated cock somehow managed to survive more than a dozen heaving throbs before it simply, for lack of a better word, disintegrated. It was as if all of those tough, dense, beefy tissues failed at the exact same moment, such that the entire colossal organ exploded. Blood, meat, and gore instantly painted the interior walls of the clear cylinder in the shattered and shredded remains of Thor’s once magnificent cock, and the hunky hero bellowed in profound agony and loss. Most disturbing of all, however, was the fact that even the explosive loss of his he-man cock couldn’t stop Thor’s thunderous orgasm, for astoundingly thick slugs of fresh spunk kept erupting out of the ragged and shattered stump of his ruined cock. The deluge of creamy white jizz splattered against the gore-stained walls of the glassteel cylinder, washing down the walls and creating a huge soupy slurry of liquified penile tissues and hyper abundant sperm. 

Not wanting to interrupt Thor’s gigantic orgasm, Thanos waited until the demigod’s mighty cum load was complete before removing the cylinder and spilling more than five gallons of pulped penis and spunk onto the stone floor. Only then did he deign to repair Thor’s utterly destroyed penis, once again restoring it to its awesome glory. 

Dethroning the King - Chapter 13 (DRAFT) - Slow Testicular Demolition

Dethroning the King

An original story by Jayse and D.

Chapter 13 - Slow Testicular Demolition

***** I envision this as being perhaps the longest chapter in the whole story, or maybe even a SERIES of chapters if there’s too much material to place into one chapter. The purpose of this chapter is to begin the slow destruction of Zach’s magnificent manhood, pummeling, punching, stretching, squeezing, and crushing the lad’s huge cock and balls to within an inch of their annihilation, all while swelling bigger and bigger and pumping out ever larger volumes of his ripe spunk. But Zach’s mighty genitals do not get destroyed in this chapter — mauled, mangled, and wrecked, but not destroyed. That’s saved for Chapter 14! ;) *****

Satisfied that he has harvested MORE than enough stud sperm for his nefarious needs, and that the shocked audience is ready for the next phase in the night’s entertainment, Gustav gives a quiet signal to the three muscle goons to move on with the next part of Zach’s punishment and destruction. 

The three big dudes don’t want their fun to end too soon, so they start with just their bare hands, punching and squeezing and kneading Zach’s swollen and aching cock and balls. The beefy SMACK, SMACK, SMACK of fists on flesh is music to their ears as they pummel the young man’s heavy meat from all angles. 

I would like to see lots and lots and LOTS of descriptions of the various brutalities these three men inflict on Zach’s bloated fuck meat. Keep in mind, Zach’s balls are insanely tough, so this chapter can be as long as you all would like it, with dozens and dozens of unique and varied abuses heaped upon the hapless champ’s mighty gonads. The hours-long assault on Zach’s nuts should be accompanied by a lot of “CRACK” and “SNAP” and “CRUNCH” sounds as the thick walls of those twin orbs are slowly broken down. The vulnerable “man yolk” within those two mighty fortresses will still remain intact, pumping out ever growing volumes of spunk, but those protective walls will finally start to crumble. Near the end, Zach’s cock will reach a previously unheard of length, and his balls will be titanic.

Here are some ideas and suggestions, in no particular order: 

(1)

Each man takes turns isolating one of Zach’s bloated, cum-engorged nuts and pinning it to the hard arena floor. He then starts pummeling the trapped nut as hard and as fast as he can, flattening it against the solid wrestling mat. The Annihilator likes to focus his attention on the epididymis along the back and top of the goliath nard, grinding his knuckles deep into that tender tissue and ripping howls of agony from the handsome champ. Reaper favors brute strength, using his titanic arm muscles to power his huge fist like a battering ram over and over and over again into Zach’s wounded and screaming nut. Kingslayer is perhaps the cruelest and most effective of them all, however, slipping his brass knuckles over his hard fist and punching and pummeling Zach’s helpless ball from every angle, unleashing a world of hurt on the sobbing muscle stud. He particularly likes laying a huge nut down sideways and trying to bash in its tough and fibrous outer wall from the side. All of this work is intended to slowly wear down the phenomenal strength in both of Zach’s humongous nuts, and eventually crack their insanely tough and thick outer shells to get at the dense and beefy “yolk” contained within the heart of his man eggs. 

(2)

One man stretches out Zach’s nuts as much as his over-bloated nutsac will allow, then wraps a nylon noose around Zach’s sac and ties the other end to the handle on the Annihilator’s 220-pound kettlebell, maintaining the epic stretch to the young man’s massive balls. The men then take turns raining down brutality on the elongated scrotal neck, hammering away at the cables, cords, blood vessels, and sperm ducts that connect Zach’s bull nuts with his body and that give those fantastic gonads life, joking all the while that they are giving the handsome stud a vasectomy. The pain is sharp and extreme, perversely sending Zach into even greater fits of ejaculatory agony, but in the end even the tissues anchoring Zach’s mighty bollocks to his body prove to be too tough for the three wrestlers to easily destroy, and they survive even these brutalities intact…for now…

(3)

All three men are highly jealous of Zach’s magnificent penis, and they do all they can to wreck that monument to masculinity. Lots of punching and twisting action should ensue. I particularly like the idea of punching that huge cock from several directions simultaneously, causing the iron-hard member to bend and twist in all sorts of unnatural directions, but somehow refusing to break. This action should culminate in the Reaper grasping Zach’s huge cock with both hands — one around the thick root of that monster cock right at the wide base, and the other just behind the fist-sized, purple cock head — and then start bending that huge prick downward. Zach’s swollen cock is fantastically strong, but the Reaper is even stronger, and he succeeds in forcing a powerful and disturbing downward bend into Zach’s otherwise ramrod straight horse cock. The huge mountain of muscle can actually feel the fibers and tissues inside of Zach’s cock straining and stretching to the breaking point, and he holds the bellowing champ in that position for a seeming eternity, sometimes giving short, sharp jerks to his hands to further amplify the agony and bring Zach’s cock to the very razor’s edge of snapping in half at mid shaft. The Annihilator and the Kingslayer join in the fun by taking the opportunity to punch and hammer Zach’s grotesquely bent cock from all angles, further redlining the titanic spear of fuck meat and nearly finishing what the Reaper had started. 

The Reaper finally relents, allowing Zach’s battered but otherwise intact cock to snap back to rigid attention…only to repeat the process in the other direction, bending the young man’s mighty mule cock backwards towards his belly! The Reaper succeeds in getting an even MORE profound bend out of Zach’s cock this time, while the other two men focus on beating and pummeling the stretched out cum tube running the length of the ventral surface of that gigantic cock like some sort of thick, ridged spine. 

(4)

Another cock torture would involve one man (or maybe requiring two men) pushing down on the base of Zach’s mighty cock to slowly lever that huge trouser beast downward until, with great effort, it’s finally pointing straight down and pressed flat against the cum-flooded mat. This position allows the men to take turns hammering the lad’s aching cock into the unyielding floor. They’ll start with their fists, but then move on to their steel-toed boots, kicking and stomping all over Zach’s beautiful cock and causing the magnificent member to erupt in new welts and bruises, even as the throbbing and quivering cock continues to periodically pump out more and more jizz. The Annihilator particularly likes stomping down with the steel-studded heel of his heavy black boot onto Zach’s swollen and bulbous cock head, crushing it to a fraction of its normal size over and over again. The Kingslayer prefers kicking Zach’s cock head on, trying to drive that huge head into the iron hard shaft behind it. The Annihilator can use his 220-pound kettlebell like a rolling pin, pressing its enormous weight downward onto Zach’s steadily softening tissues of that tortured cock and running it up and down that titanic length like he’s kneading dough. The Reaper is perhaps the most brutal of them all, using his gargantuan sledgehammer to pound Zach’s mighty elephant cock like he’s trying to tenderize a steak. The Reaper seems to particularly like to hammer and bash Zach’s relatively softer cock head, squashing that humongous bulb of flesh nearly flat with each terrible blow, only to have that mighty sphere of meat immediately regain its normal size and shape as soon as the hammer is once again lifted, bruised and battered but otherwise still intact. 

(5)

As Zach lays supine on the mat, Reaper and Annihilator will place themselves on either side of the fallen hero — one on the left locking his huge fists around Zach’s left wrist and ankle, and the other doing the same thing on Zach’s right. The two huge brutes will then plant their feet on either side of Zach’s bullish neck and the bottom of his ribs as anchors, and then they’ll lean back, pulling with all of their might on Zach’s arms and legs as if they wanted to rip his limbs right out of his body. This punishment was brutal enough in its own right, but it also opened the young man up to additional punishments on his fully exposed genitals. 

The Kingslayer could then position himself in front of Zach’s exposed package, the shrine of his epic manhood. The smaller man plants his booted feet into the underside of Zach’s ballooning bollocks and then grips the shaft of the young man’s colossal cock shaft, just a couple of inches beneath the bulbous and drooling head. Tightening his fierce grip, the Kingslayer begins to pull Zach’s cock downward, while simultaneously pushing upward into the stud’s smooth and hairless balls with all of his might. Zach’s bloated erection was so huge, so hard, and so resilient, even after all of the beating, that it initially fought against the Kingslayer’s attempts to lever it downward, and it took both of the wrestler’s hands and all of his considerable might to pull it down. But eventually he succeeded, bending Zach’s erection on an unnatural angle, and threatening to snap it off right at the base! 

The Kingslayer reveled in the punishment he was inflicting on Zach’s behemoth genitals. He could feel the tree-trunk sized root of Zach’s stallion cock straining to remain attached to his groin. At the same time, he could actually FEEL the mighty heartbeat in the champ’s squashed bull balls - even through his heavy boots! - as he crushed them against the stud’s rock solid pelvis. The Kingslayer imagined that he could almost feel the thick, sperm-laden hunk spunk that must be continuously churning and sloshing around inside of his dense and meaty nut guts. 

After allowing himself some time to enjoy these sensations, the Kingslayer suddenly lurches back with all of his might, pulling and twisting Zach’s monstrous horse cock harder still, while all but driving Zach’s mammoth nuts back inside his pelvic cavity, threatening to finally wreck Zach’s mighty manhood. 

The agony pushes Zach over the edge, and he begins to cum for the umpteenth time. The unbridled force of Zach’s throbbing orgasm is enough to rip his pulsing cock out of the Kingslayer’s grip, allowing the gigantic phallus to snap back upright and collide with Zach’s bulging and rippling pecs with a loud SLAP. Humongous jets of thick cum sprayed forth in every direction, spraying both Zach and his opponents in even more of his pearlescent spew. It almost looked like the defeated muscle man was waving forth his own liquid “white flag” as his mighty “flagpole” shuddered and throbbed through yet another monumental orgasm, dousing his heaving, insanely muscular body with multiple layers of his thick and chunky baby batter. 

The other men release a limp and sobbing Zach as he ejaculates all over himself in abject defeat. 

(6) 

The punishments get more and more brutal as time goes by, and the wear and tear really starts to show on Zach’s swelling junk. His monstrous cock is puffy and distended, covered in angry welts and purple bruises, yet still utterly magnificent, measuring nearly 21 inches in length at this point and damn near thick as a traffic bollard. His mighty, oblong-shaped bowling balls look even worse, his scrotum looking raw and abraded, and the balls themselves so utterly covered in bruises that they are a nearly uniform angry red/dark purple in color. But the champ’s monstrously oversized plumbing remains completely intact and functional, as he continuously proves with the jettisoning of load after load after sticky load of his pungent baby batter. 

Also tiny stretch marks start to appear up and down the colossal length of Zach’s monster cock, as well as all over his hideously overinflated nutsac. These stretch marks were further proof of the outrageous growth and swelling that his mammoth genitals were experiencing due to the effects of the serum, and the three brutal wrestlers began to wonder if there was going to be an end to how huge Zach’s sex organs could grow! 

(7)

The Annihilator begins using his 220-pound kettlebell once again, this time on Zach’s balls. He swings the huge weight in a devastating upper cut into Zach’s defenseless balls, crushing them nearly flat against his muscular crotch, then drops the huge weight from a height of 6 or 7 feet right down onto those bulging bollocks. Zach lets out his most thunderous bellow of pain yet as his proud balls are very nearly pulverized, crushed almost completely flat by the heavy iron weight. But his battle-hardened balls hold, even as the Annihilator leans on top of the kettlebell and starts using some of his own massively muscular weight to twist and turn the iron sphere deeper into Zach’s nut meat, almost like he’s trying to crush out a cigarette. Thick and wet squelching and crunching sounds can be heard coming from Zach’s ground up gonads, but they STILL refuse to burst. 

The Reaper suddenly pushes the Annihilator out of the way, and then quickly lumbers on top of the kettlebell, adding his own gargantuan 525 pounds of pure muscle to the 220 pounds of iron already bearing down on Zach’s valiantly straining nuts! The young man’s hazel eyes grow wide and a silent scream is stretched across his achingly handsome face as he feels an incredible 745 pounds bearing down on his crumbling nuts, more than DOUBLING the greatest amount of weight he’d ever before placed atop his mighty nuts!! The loudest crunching and scrunching sounds yet came from Zach’s profoundly crushed nuts, which ballooned around their spherical intruder like jelly. The iron sphere was digging so deeply into the heart of Zach’s nuts that it looked like it was resting on the mat itself, with nothing between it and the floor. The lad’s utterly squashed nuts were visibly convulsing around their intruder as they pumped yet ANOTHER gargantuan load out of Zach’s violently pulsating cock. desperately trying to inseminate something, ANYTHING, before they exploded under the awesome weight. 

Incredibly, however, Zach’s mighty nuts somehow held, though in truth it was a very close call. The centers of Zach’s nuts were crushed nearly as flat as pancakes, and truly SHOULD have burst wide open, but those tough and stubborn nuggies simply refused to crack! The Reaper even jumped up and down several times on top of the huge kettlebell, and STILL Zach’s nuts wouldn’t die!! The handsome dude’s behemoth balls were proving to be nearly indestructible!! 

(8)

Zach’s big bollocks are profoundly traumatized by this point, but the Reaper thinks he can push them even further. With Zach’s grotesquely swollen and intensely bruised balls resting helpless on the surface of the solid mat, the Reaper hefts his massive sledgehammer and gives a cold, hard stare at the young man’s hideously bruised and bloated bollocks. The muscular giant gently places the flat face of his hammer against the reddish-purple orbs, allowing the great weight of the iron head to partway squish the heavily wounded and weakened balls. The face of the sledgehammer head is so wide that it can easily cover both balls at the same time, despite their hideously swollen size, and could easily crush them as flat as pancakes in just one awesome blow. Zach’s balls clearly have some fight left in them, though, for they only squash down by a couple of inches despite the great weight of the hammer, all but taunting the huge Reaper to do his worst. And it’s clear that’s exactly what the mountain of muscle intends to do. 

The Reaper tauntingly, almost playfully, lifts the hammer head up a few feet and let’s it fall back toward Zach’s balls, arresting the free fall just as the cold, flat surface smacks into the young man’s heaving, heavy nuts. A terrified Zach winces with each soft impact, knowing that the cruel giant is only building up to some serious nut rupturing action. The Reaper repeats his teasing maneuver five, six, seven times, gently tapping Zach’s nuts each time. Then, with a grunt, the huge man raises the huge, blunt-faced business end of that hammer high above his head, flexes both of his gargantuan arms, takes careful aim, and then brings the sledgehammer down with utterly pulverizing force directly into both of Zach’s heavily bruised gonads. 

Zach bellowed in animal agony as his proud bull balls were immediately flattened to a mere fraction of an inch. At the same time, his mighty battering ram of a cock swelled even larger still and began erupting with a truly volcanic deluge of semen, the titanic force of the blow actually forcing out a tremendous gout of undiluted sperm. Zach’s already unnaturally thick and dense splooge was now thicker than ever, spraying out in semi-solid clumps of raw procreative matter all over the bellowing champ and his three assailants. 

The one blow was nearly enough to permanently wreck Zach’s huge balls, but the Reaper didn’t stop there. He raised his steel mallet up high, and then struck Zach’s balls again. And again. And again and again and again. Hammering the young man’s helpless orbs over and over, crushing them flatter and flatter each time, barely giving them time to plump back up to their oval fullness before squashing them again. A weeping Zach howled in agony as he felt his once-proud bollocks smashed into smithereens by the repeated hammer blows, spewing his thick cum all over his body as his nuts are steadily and brutally ruined. 

More than a dozen more deadly hammer blows fall onto Zach’s massacred bollocks, surely more than enough brutal punishment to break even Zach’s mighty man eggs! But when the Reaper lifts the sledgehammer away after his final thunderous blow, Zach’s behemoth balls once again swell back up to something approaching normal shape!! They regain their shape slower than before, and stop a couple of inches shy of a full re-inflation, but there can be no doubt about it — Zach’s balls are somehow, miraculously, still alive!!! 

An incredulous Kingslayer drops to his knees next to the defeated muscle stud, and reaches forward to scoop up both of Zach’s humongous nuts into his hands. The Kingslayer has large hands, but Zach’s bullish bollocks have by now swollen so huge that they more than overflow the wrestler’s cupped hands, displaying more thick and beefy nut meat than should have been humanly possible. But the proof of their fantastic size was resting heavily - VERY heavily - in the Kingslayer’s almost reverently cupped hands. 

The Kingslayer began to slowly grope, fondle, and explore Zach’s battered nuts, and quickly found that the former nearly rock-hard firmness of the young man’s behemoth balls was clearly a thing of the past. While both huge orbs were technically still intact and whole, their tough and fibrous outer walls had been almost completely broken, their tremendous strength worn down by several hours of testicular abuse. The dense flesh within was now soft and malleable, like a firm jelly, yielding but still intact. The Kingslayer roughly kneaded both traumatized orbs for several long moments, reveling in how his fingers could now grip deep into Zach’s balls with only minimal effort, whereas at the beginning of the evening, even his strongest grip could barely deform those tough outer walls. The Kingslayer realized just how close the Reaper had come to annihilating Zach’s bull balls for good — the handsome muscle stud’s titanic gonads were so weakened and damaged at this point that just a single blow more from that sledgehammer, or at most two or three blows, would have undoubtedly caused these amazing sex glands to finally burst into ruined chunks. 

The Kingslayer suddenly and secretly found himself of two minds. On the one hand, he was thrilled with how much harm had already been inflicted on his opponent’s magnificent cock and oversized nutsac, and he was eager to start the final phase of the handsome champ’s emasculation. On the other hand, however, the Kingslayer wished that the brutal tortures of the handsome stud’s mammoth manhood could go on forever. Slowly wrecking this hunk’s freakishly oversized cock and balls was the most exciting and erotic thing he had ever done, and the Kingslayer didn’t want the fun to end. Big Zach had already lasted far longer than should have been humanly possible, and yet the Kingslayer found that he didn’t want this moment to end. 

Finally accepting that Zach’s fate had been sealed the moment he set foot in this area, however, the Kingslayer heaved an exaggerated sigh of resignation and let Zach’s huge marble bag plop back to the floor with a beefy SMACK. It was nearly time to finish the destruction of Zach’s legendary manhood once and for all.

(9)

After a time, the Kingslayer is shocked to realize that Zach’s mighty genitals have ceased growing. He had received a full report on the effects of the scientists’ serum, and knew that all previous experimental subjects experienced penile and genital growth that only ended with the catastrophic rupturing of their sexual organs. Considering the already naturally goliath size of Zach’s genitals, coupled with their unexpectedly accelerated rate of growth under the serum’s wicked effects, the Kingslayer would have fully expected Zach’s sex organs to have reached critical mass by now and exploded under their own overinflated and overstressed size. But instead, incredibly, IMPOSSIBLY, Zach’s massive man meat had achieved some sort of homeostasis with the serum, bloating to a spectacular size but then ceasing to grow any further. 

An utterly incredulous Kingslayer realized that Zach could actually SURVIVE the effects of the serum, perhaps indefinitely, with a permanent doubling in the mass of his genitals and a thousand-fold increase in his already super human virility! All that Zach needed was a continuous supply of fluids and nutrients, and he would remain a one man, industrial-sized sperm factory! 

The Kingslayer retrieved a cloth measuring tape from a pouch hidden inside his trunks, and set about measuring the final bloat of Zach’s mighty meat, starting with his whopping stallion cock. The masked wrestler planted one end of the tape at the wide, vein-gnarled base of that tremendous truncheon of a dick, and then slowly unfurled the tape along its titanic length. The Kingslayer was gentle, almost reverent, as he pressed the soft fabric against the steely hard flesh bazooka, his eyes growing wider and wider as the numbers went higher and higher. When he reached the cum-drooling tip of that enormous crotch rocket, a low whistle escaped his lips as he read the final result — 24 blood-bloated inches of the thickest, juiciest cock in the world!! The swollen. dark purple head of that monstrous cock tapped against the upper swell of the young man’s colossal chest, just a couple of inches below his powerful chin. The girth of that mighty python was equally as jaw dropping, with the narrowest portions of that huge, torpedo-shaped cock at both the wide base and just behind the swollen head measuring a full 14 inches around, and thickening to just shy of 17 inches at mid shaft. Zach’s bloated cock represented a full 50% increase in overall length, and very nearly a tripling in its overall mass. In some sane corner of his mind, the Kingslayer found it comically ironic that this towering, godlike masterpiece of penile flesh was so unutterably huge that there was no longer a single creature on earth that Zach could successfully fuck with it! 

The increase in size of Zach’s big, bountiful bollocks was even more stunning and impressive, if that was even possible. Those two blue ribbon bull balls had started the evening the size of ostrich eggs, with a combined circumference of a nearly unimaginable 28 inches, very nearly as big as a basketball. Now, EACH of Zach’s dense, cum-bloated balls was almost the size of a basketball, and the circumference of his overloaded nutsac was now a whopping 45 inches!! As big around as a large man’s CHEST!!! Their great weight was just as astounding, for the weight of Zach’s behemoth bollocks had nearly quintupled to an outrageous 50 pounds!!! The Kingslayer doubted that Zach would even be capable of walking with so much oversized nut meat hanging between his humongously muscular legs! 

The serum had turned Zach’s from ‘merely’ super human to a veritable GOD of sex! 

The Kingslayer was somewhat angry and frustrated by this turn of events. Zach Sorenson, already the envy of every man on the planet, was now even MORE monstrously hung and virile than ever! While the masked wrestler was strangely turned on by this unexpected result of the serum’s properties, he was also more determined than ever to end Zach’s reign as both the UFT champion AND the greatest alpha male that had ever lived. 

And he knew just how to do it… 

(10)

The Kingslayer decided that Zach’s time as an intact male was now rapidly coming to an end, and he wanted to conduct an experiment before the handsome champ was reduced to a worthless eunuch. He retrieved the C clamps he had used earlier on the hunky stud’s huge muscles and, with the help of his two compatriots, repurposes the clamps for use on Zach’s bloated and swollen genitals. 

The IVs inserted into both of Zach’s massively muscular biceps have been feeding the huge stud with bucket loads of fluids and nutrients throughout his epic torture and ejaculation session, and his hungry bollocks have been consuming those fluids as fast as they can be pumped into the stud’s body, fuel for the untold GALLONS of spunk that the young man has been shooting all over the arena floor and surrounding apron. In fact, the entire 30-foot by 30-foot wrestling arena was utterly awash with the young man’s thick spunk funk, and all four combatants were drenched head to toe with the stuff, with more massive gouts and blasts of cum rocketing out of Zach’s 24-inch monster cock on a nearly continuous basis. Thick white splooge dripped over all four sides of the arena in thick sheets and dense ropes, dropping heavily and sloppily to the concrete apron, collecting in puddles so huge that they very nearly reached the first row of spectator seats. It seemed absolutely inconceivable that one man could have produced so much spunk in a matter of a few hours, for it looked like every adult male in New Angeles had ejaculated on the stage in the most epic circle jerk in human history! 

The Kingslayer intended on cutting off that supply of fresh splooge for good. 

The wrestler’s first target was the base of Zach’s titanic truncheon of a cock. He opened his first C clamp to its widest setting, fixed it around the base of that massive schlong, and started tightening it down. Zach was in mid orgasm as this work began, and as the clamp started squeezing down on the enormous cum tube that ran along the underbelly of his bloated and distended cock, the stud’s gargantuan ejaculation was tamped down and then halted altogether. A grimace of agony quickly spread across Zach’s unbearably handsome face, as the thick splooge began to back up in his sexual plumbing, unable to achieve release out of the young man’s thundering bull cock. 

Working quickly, the Kingslayer roughly fondled the top of Zach’s scrotum, digging into the young man’s delicate plumbing and isolating the unusually thick sperm ducts that siphoned the creamy products of Zach’s overactive virility and prepared them for ejaculation. Another pair of C clamps were used to crush those two big pipes closed, trapping all of Zach’s burgeoning sperm load inside of his powerhouse balls, while simultaneously allowing the free flow of the blood supply, fluids, and nutrients that kept the young man’s balls alive, productive, and oh-so-incredibly fertile. 

All three sperm-soaked wrestlers then stepped back to admire their handiwork. 

Zach’s moans and groans of pain began to increase in volume and intensity, for the trio of clamps pinching off his urethra and sperm ducts caused an almost immediate and steady increase in congestion inside the young man’s already bloated and burgeoning balls. The steady manufacture of fresh spunk began backing up his vas deferens and his epididymis, causing them to bulge and swell to dangerous levels. But it was his balls themselves the bore the brunt of this new and cruel torture. 

The work of the insidious serum forced Zach’s nuts to churn out nut butter faster than any other man’s nuts in human history, regardless of the consequences or the effects on the stud’s own beleaguered balls. No man’s balls, not even Zach’s titanic testes, were meant to store so much raw sperm inside of them, and the young man’s already fantastically huge and swollen balls began to swell even larger still, struggling to make room for all of the thick and chunky spunk that kept being churned out by those dense, beefy, and overworked tissues. 

As the size of Zach’s balls slowly and inexorably expanded, they regained the oblong spherical shapes that had been considerably flattened after the multiple blows from the Reaper’s sledgehammer, the lad’s huge nuts bloating as every available space inside those orbs became saturated and then flooded with unspent spunk. The stud’s huge nuts then became even more spherical still as their damaged and crumbling outer walls expanded under the extreme internal pressures. The many veins that coursed over the expansive surfaces of both massive balls began to swell and bloat as well, growing thicker and more tortured as the strain on Zach’s nuts grew. Those veins soon resembled the thick purple snakes that twisted up the length of Zach’s colossal cock shaft, so bloated and angry that they looked like they could burst at any moment. 

And speaking of bursting, it soon became evident that Zach’s balls were now at a very real risk of exploding under their own awesome internal pressures, their serum-augmented tissues continuing to pump out ever more thick spunk regardless of the testicle-rupturing danger! 

It wasn’t long before all three opponents started groping and fondling the helpless and hapless hunk, stimulating each and every one of the young man’s erogenous zones in order to further enhance and accelerate the stud’s awesome virility. Rough and calloused hands stroked his raw and distended uber cock, thick fingers pinched and tweaked the nubs of his hard and rubbery nipples, hungry mouths licked, nibbled, and nuzzled at the muscular sides of Zach’s bullish neck, powerful hands massaged and kneaded his aching and battered muscles. All of this erotic attention pushed Zach’s wild virility into hyperdrive, further hastening his impending and inexorable doom. 

The strain on Zach’s steadily swelling bollocks was visibly obvious as they expanded beyond any conceivable capacity…and kept right on swelling larger still. The cruel wrestlers started getting rougher with the defenseless muscle stud, smacking his bloated nuts around, swatting them with open palms and smacking them with half-strength punches. They were careful to not bash Zach’s nuts TOO hard, for in their horribly battered and weakened state and hideously swollen size, they knew it wouldn’t take much to make them explode. The three big wrestlers knew they were already redlining Zach’s bloated and battered genitals past all conceivable limits, but they just couldn’t help from pushing them even farther. 

Zach’s nuts had initially been extraordinarily firm and solid at the beginning of the match, but had gradually grown more and more soft and mushy after hours of trauma and abuse, nearly reduced to jelly by the horrific tortures. Now, however, Zach’s rocks had grown hard and unyielding once more. Only this time, it wasn’t due to the toughness of the fibrous outer walls surrounding his nuts, or the unnatural density and beefiness of the balls themselves. No, it was the staggering amount of unspent stud cum choking and bloating Zach’s ginormous bull nuts that was giving them such a granite-hard firmness. The extreme pressures building up inside of the champ’s Herculean testicles was so great that the other three wrestlers could once again barely dent their outer walls, even with harder and harder punches. 

Finally, it was clear that Zach’s hideously bloated bollocks couldn’t swell any larger, and that their imminent rupture could only be mere minutes away. The Kingslayer once again grabbed his tape measure and wrapped the cloth tape around the vast expanse of Zach’s visibly straining nutsac, gently pressing the fabric against the glassy smooth skin that was stretched more taut than a drum across its burgeoning contents. A low whistle escaped the masked man’s lips as he read the final number — 60.5 inches, over five FEET in circumference, just a few inches shy of the stud’s heroic 68-inch chest circumference!! 

The Kingslayer pressed his lean, muscular body against the even larger physique of the moaning and sobbing Zach, the thick and clotted mixture of sperm and sweat gluing their gorgeous bodies together. He leaned in close to Zach’s devastatingly handsome face, and with one hand gently fondling and caressing the colossal bag of nut meat straining between the champ’s muscular thighs, he spoke to the defeated hero. 

“Damn, Zach, these behemoth bollocks of yours look ready to blow! I can’t even begin to imagine the sort of agony you’re in right now, but I think it’s gonna be even worse when your balls finally explode!” the Kingslayer taunted with a cruel chuckle. 

“You know, you were doomed from the moment you stepped into the arena tonight, Zach. The plan from the start was to not just defeat you, but destroy you, and take away everything that made you a man. A secret chemical formula was placed in your water bottle tonight, a serum that greatly accelerates sperm production while also increasing the size of a man’s genitals, and you pounded that drink down to the dregs. For any other man, that would have been a death sentence for his balls right there, for the drug was SUPPOSED to make your humongous balls burn out and explode. But no, not you — YOU had to prove just how fucking tough you are yet AGAIN by overcoming the serum, too! Sure, your cock and balls have grown so freakishly large that there’s no way you could ever compete in the ring again, and sure, you would be forever reliant on constant nutrient infusions through IVs to avoid dying of dehydration in a matter of hours, but still, you survived. And not just survived — you have transformed into something even more than super human, you’ve become a GOD of manhood!” 

“Hell, if we stopped the tortures now — and I mean right the fuck now — you’d heal from all of your injuries and remain intact! You would regain your phenomenal strength, your massive muscles would regain their rock solid firmness, and all of the bruises and welts would disappear leaving with your prefect, unblemished skin once again. Of course, there would be a FEW changes! Your two-foot-long mega cock would remain perpetually hard as steel, your huge bollocks would remain the size of basketballs, and you would live the rest of your life in a near-continuous state of orgasm. But you would otherwise be intact!” 

“And I cannot allow that to happen.” 

The Kingslayer could feel a quivering rumble start to build in Zach’s swollen-to-bursting nuts, and not wanting the fun to end too soon, he turned to his compatriots and said, “Let’s undo the clamps on his sperm ducts. That should relieve some of the pressure on his bloated nuts, at least for a few minutes.” The two hulkingly muscular fighters complied, each grasping one of the C clamps secured tightly over Zach’s thick sperm ducts, and with a series of short, sharp turns, removed those two clamps from the champ’s groin. 

The titanic thunderhead of cum raced upwards into Zach’s plumbing with the force of a freight train, nearly rupturing the over expanding pipes and tubes. This mammoth wellhead of sperm was halted in its tracks seconds later as it crashed into the remaining C clamp that was still crushing down like a vise on the base of Zach’s goliath, two-foot-long monster cock. Zach bellowed in unimaginable agony as every part of his aching loins felt like it was going to burst, and these bellows grew louder and more urgent still as the Kingslayer and his companions hammered mighty punches and blows into his lower abdomen, particularly the deeply chiseled Adonis belt that framed either side of his swollen and battered crotch, pummeling Zach’s plumbing almost to the point of failure. Even Zach’s walnut-sized prostate gland was quickly bloated to near bursting, swelling to the size of a large lemon in mere seconds. But somehow, Zach’s sexual plumbing survived the seminal onslaught, and the hideous strain on his overinflated balls was decreased by a fraction, at least momentarily. Long enough for the Kingslayer to continue taunting his hated foe. 

“DUDE! That looked like it HURT!!” the Kingslayer said with an evil laugh. “Good! You deserve a bit of pain, after all of the hurt you’ve caused the rest of us. You deserve to be taken down, you overgrown Boy Scout. You, with your ridiculously handsome face and perfect body. You, with your oversized genitals and phenomenal strength. You, with your righteousness and morality and sense of fair play, giving false hope to the people of this city that they can ever be anything more than scum. You disgust me! You NEED to be taken down! And I’M the man who’s gonna do it!” 

“You see, Zach, I’ve hated you for years, and have longed to destroy you. But I never had the chance, and never thought I would. But when our Supreme Leader approached me with the plan to finally take you out, I jumped at the opportunity. And before I destroy your balls and take your manhood, I want you to see who it was who defeated you, who proved that he is even more of a man than YOU are!” 

And with that, the Kingslayer tore off his mask, revealing a face nearly as handsome as Zach’s own unparalleled masculine beauty, framed by blond hair and with piercing blue eyes, locked in a cruel stare with Zach’s own hazel orbs. 

“IAN!!” Zach croaked with his deep, scream-roughened voice. 

Octopussy (REVISED) - Chapter 4

Octopussy

Based on an original story created by inkquill, with artwork by Cervantes

CHAPTER 4 — STRESS TESTING

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Thus Doctor Schaller began his in-depth studies of Lt. Ryan Mitchell’s body and physical capabilities, studies that were as thorough as they were brutal. Every aspect of the young man’s super human strength, endurance, and resilience was put to the extreme test, yielding a phenomenal amount of data about the beautiful young muscle bull. 

The young super soldier was forced to undergo an extreme battery of physical tests, forcing him to lift insane amounts of weight to test his strength, and then making him hold those weights for endless hours to push his endurance to its limits. Ryan surpassed even the doctor’s stratospherically high expectations at every turn, proving time and again with each and every test that his physical might was unparalleled, beyond even the term ‘super human’. Lt. Ryan Mitchell was a real life Superman! 

But by far the lion’s share of the testing and abuse was focused upon Ryan’s elephantine genitals, the source of his phenomenal masculinity. Compared to the abuses heaped upon the young man’s colossally muscular body, however, the examination and torture of the soldier’s privates started out far less brutal, almost downright gentle. Doctor Schaller’s initial opinion was that no matter how huge a man’s genitals might be, they were still simply genitals, and therefore by far the most vulnerable and sensitive part of a man’s anatomy. How tough could they possibly be? They were simply a set of reproductive organs, not built to endure extremes of abuse and torture, no matter their size. Right? The good doctor didn’t realize it, but he was soon in for one of his greatest surprises in his illustrious and infamous scientific career. 

Ryan’s cock and balls quickly proved that they were every bit as tough and phenomenally strong as the rest of his magnificent, muscular body. An astounded Doctor Schaller began to rapidly ramp up the intensity and severity of the abuses being directed at the young hunk’s mighty genitals, but they were able to endure everything that the doctor could dish out. The evil scientist nevertheless held back for quite a while, for he didn’t want to damage or destroy the young man’s unsurpassed manhood — he would need the muscle monster’s unique and powerful seed for his own experiments, after all. But eventually, Doctor Schaller could hold back no more, and in a fit of lustful frenzy, he unleashed his full battery of tests and tortures on the stud’s titanic cock and obscenely oversized balls. 

Ryan’s mighty cock and balls were soon enduring abuses and tortures that would have quickly reduced any normal man’s genitals to a ruined paste, but which apparently caused the massive super soldier no lasting harm. And the maniacal doctor was extraordinarily thorough in Ryan’s testing and examination, for the tortures he inflicted on the young man were as varied as they were brutal and cruel. 

All sorts of stress tests were directed at Ryan’s sturdy tree limb of a cock, pounding and stretching and bending and smashing and crushing that towering column of man meat far beyond any conceivable human limits, but leaving nary a scratch or lasting bruise to mar that mighty masterpiece of a phallus. The most violent and cruel tortures could barely dent, bend, or compress that outrageously huge and impossibly rock solid slab of epic manhood! 

Far more abuses were heaped upon the young man’s gigantic nuts; in fact, fully HALF of the entire barrage of tests and tortures were focused solely on the soldier’s oversized man fruits, any one of which could have (and indeed SHOULD have) mauled, mangled, and wrecked those colossal testicles, reducing them to an enormous — and very messy — procreatic pulp. But the mighty young stud stoically endured it all, his utterly massive bollocks simply absorbing the full force of every blow and brutality inflicted upon them, and daring the cruel doctor to unleash even more violence upon them. Doctor Schaller found himself climbing ever higher levels of cruelty and depravity as his lust-soaked mind pushed Ryan’s mighty balls farther and farther, truly stressing those massive testicles to their outer limits. 

The doctor’s favorite form of testicular abuse was any kind of blunt force trauma, and he began by having his strongest soldiers use their own fists to try to punch the stuffing out of those mammoth man orbs. He gave his biggest, beefiest, burliest soldiers free rein to punch and pummel Ryan’s behemoth balls as hard and as fast and as long as they wanted to, allowing a no-holds-barred assault on the young muscle man’s bollocks that should have utterly shattered them a hundred times over. But when bare-knuckled fists failed to produce any significant damage to those goliath goolies, the doctor armed his men with progressively larger and heavier hammers, ordering his soldiers to bash those huge, defenseless nuts like they were breaking boulders at a quarry. The hunky Navy Seal endured even those tortures unscathed, forcing the cruel doctor to abandon his own soldiers and instead place a huge pile driver over Lt. Ryan’s bloated bull nuts. Only then was the doctor able to significantly crush and compress those unbelievably tough balls, squashing them more than halfway flat with each mighty blow, and finally starting to wear down their resistance. Doctor Schaller was so lost in his own fugue of lust, however, that he was soon seriously redlining Ryan’s horrifically bruised and battered nuts, taking those seemingly unbreakable balls to the very brink of rupture. It was only with a tremendous effort of will that the doctor finally halted the relentless and merciless pounding of Ryan’s screaming bollocks, stopping just in time to allow the swollen and disturbingly softened and mushy balls to recover from this insanely extreme abuse. 

Doctor Schaller soon learned, however, that Lt. Mitchell’s powers of healing and recovery were as extraordinary as the rest of his awesome abilities. Despite nearly breaking and bursting under hours of pummeling abuse from the pile driver, Ryan’s balls were once again rock solid and free from any trace of injury in less than an hour, allowing the cruel doctor to begin his abuses afresh. Which he did, many, many, many times, each time taking Ryan’s horrifically battered balls to the very brink of destruction, pushing them further and further each time, expertly riding that fine edge between survival and annihilation over and over and over again. 

The doctor also quickly discovered that Lt. Mitchell’s humongous whale nuts were as extraordinarily sensitive as they were almost unimaginably tough. The heroic mass of those gigantic balls meant that Ryan’s big bull nuts had hundreds of times more nerve endings than a normal man’s testicles. The young man therefore experienced exponentially greater pleasure or pain from the stimulation of his bollocks. A solid blow to the balls was crippling for even the strongest male, but the same blow to Ryan’s huge rocks felt more like a nuclear explosion, an armageddon of agony unlike anything a normal man could ever possibly know. Such an extreme level of pain could be enough to stop a normal man’s heart or cause his mind to snap and his brain to stroke out. Yet as a true testament to the Navy Seal’s super human toughness and extraordinarily high pain tolerance, the lieutenant was able to endure even such stratospheric levels of pain with a defiant stoicism that only turned Doctor Schaller on even more. Sure, Lt. Ryan might grunt and groan in pain, and would release thunderous baritone bellows of deep throated agony during the most harsh and violent of testicular abuses, but the unbelievably tough young muscle bull never even came close to passing out, let alone expiring, from the extreme pain. 

Another utterly astonishing discovery was that Lt. Ryan’s magnificent body responded to extremes of pain the same way it responded to extremes of pleasure, especially when those sensations were directed at his bulky, bloated, and impossibly beefy balls. Ball busting abuse caused Ryan’s huge horse cock to bulk up even more, gaining in length, girth, and hardness as his bollocks experienced tremendous pain. Continued testicular torture would invariably result in the young man reaching a spectacular orgasm. And the more brutal and merciless the torture, the bigger and more violent the orgasm! 

Doctor Schaller was stunned by this development, and could only speculate that perhaps the young man’s physiologic reaction was his body’s desperate, last-ditch attempt to fertilize something, ANYthing, before his big balls were completely destroyed, annihilated under the sustained and extreme abuse. The only other alternative he could think of, and one that seemed inconceivable even to the twisted and demented doctor, was that the young and achingly handsome muscle bull actually ENJOYED the brutal and systematic abuse of his most sensitive man parts! 

The sheer size, power, and incomprehensible volume of these orgasms were perhaps the most stunning and earth-shattering revelation of all. Each mammoth wad of spunk shot forth with a force and fury unlike anything the doctor had ever seen before, easily clearing dozens of feet to collide against the concrete floor, stone walls, and anything else in between, with very wet and very messy impacts. Even more incredible was the actual SIZE of each colossal wad, and the astounding NUMBER of such wads that the young man would shoot with each orgasm. While the loads of mortal men could be measured in teaspoons and tablespoons, with the individual spurts of cum rarely exceeding single digits, Ryan’s legendary bull loads required pints, quarts, and sometimes even gallons in order to adequately and accurately measure his super human seminal output, with the number of spunk ropes themselves sometimes nearing triple digits! More extraordinary still was the fact that the handsome young muscle man could pump out five or six such loads an hour, his massive balls recharging their vast ballast tanks of sperm seemingly as quickly as he could shoot it out. 

Doctor Schaller’s detailed analyses of Ryan’s semen revealed even more astonishing findings. The young man’s cum was so unnaturally dense with sperm that it behaved like more of a solid than a liquid, giving Ryan’s cum its extremely dense and gloopy nature and its nearly blindingly white color. In fact, the young man’s loads were so densely packed with sperm that there was barely any room for the seminal fluids that normally accompanied a man’s load and gave it a more liquid, fluid texture. Lt. Ryan’s humongous spunk bullets were downright chunky by comparison, outrageously thick and congealed slugs of baby batter that would have been far too thick for any other man’s loins to eject from his body, let alone propel for distances of upwards of 50 feet! 

The sperm cells themselves were another revelation, for each cell was more than ten times the size of a normal man’s sperm, packed with hundreds of times more mitochondria than a typical sperm cell and providing a massive boost of power and energy for the sperm’s huge, whiplike tail. Doctor Schaller had no doubt that if the young man’s sperm were introduced to a woman’s womb along with the sperm of a hundred other men, Ryan’s sperm would easily outpace all others to reach and fertilize the woman’s egg every single time. The genetic code contained within each of those cells was a masterpiece of engineering, and even Doctor Schaller had to admit a grudging admiration for the genius that had gone into designing the men of Project Alpha. Lt. Ryan Mitchell’s genetic code was pure masculine perfection, and the doctor had no doubt that the young man’s genetics would breed true in the U.S. military’s planned Phase II of the project. The doctor realized that this single, magnificent muscular bull of a man would be capable of breeding an entire army of super soldiers, heralding a whole new race of super men and women! 

Oh yes, Doctor Schaller thought, this most remarkable young man would be absolutely perfect for his own experiments! 

Doctor Schaller allowed Lt. Ryan’s first few cumloads to whitewash the large dungeon, painting the walls and floor with absolutely enormous ribbons and puddles of stud splooge. The doctor simply couldn’t help reveling in the sheer magnitude of the young man’s seminal emissions. After that, however, he attached a large condom made of a very thick, clear rubber over the swollen head and first few inches of Ryan’s monumental penis. The far end of the condom had a thick rubber tube that ran to an ingenious suction and collection system, similar to those used on dairy farms to collect cow’s milk. The collection system included a conveyor belt with large plastic canisters, each capable of holding approximately one gallon volume of fluid. This tube and suction system was able to cleanly and efficiently collect Lt. Ryan’s ridiculously oversized  orgasmic emissions. His precious spunk was collected in the plastic canisters, which were then placed in cryostorage for later use in the scientist’s own genetic experiments. 

This collection system served two purposes — first and foremost, it allowed the clever doctor to harvest the young muscle bull’s unspeakably copious spunk emissions for later testing and experimentation. And second, on a far more practical level, it prevented the young stud from spraying his seemingly limitless supply of sperm all over the damn dungeon! Doctor Schaller’s minions had a hell of a time cleaning up those first few loads, particularly since the sperm itself was so unnaturally thick and gloopy that it stuck to everything. It wasn’t even just a matter of making sure that he collected the greatest volume of astoundingly potent sperm as possible from the handsome young buck; it was also a matter of not having the dungeon literally flood with the gallons and gallons of splooge that Lt. Ryan pumped out on a daily basis!! 

The doctor was sufficiently convinced of his captive’s unparalleled strength, resilience, and super human virility within the first few days of his brutal and thorough experiments to know that Ryan was the perfect addition to his own genetic manipulation experiments. Nevertheless, the cruel and brutal scientist continued torturing the handsome young muscle man for weeks and weeks on end, viciously brutalizing his magnificent body in every way imaginable, especially his gigantic stud balls, simply for the great thrill of it. 

All of these additional tortures were inflicted upon the handsome and immensely muscular super man simply because Doctor Schaller could. He enjoyed wreaking unforgettable agony upon such a spectacularly powerful and tough specimen of manhood, and even sleeping at night in his lust-filled dreams, the doctor was constantly thinking of ever more cruel and violent ways to abuse and harm this seemingly indestructible paragon of a man. 

Doctor Schaller also greatly enjoyed brutally stretching Ryan’s mammoth nuts, even suspending the young man’s own colossal 385 pounds of rock solid muscle by his balls alone more than once, stretching those mighty dinosaur eggs almost to their snapping point. The doctor also once pulled those huge balls behind the young man’s body so hard and so far that he was able to floss the deep and astoundingly muscular chasm of Ryan’s ass crack with his own hideously elongated scrotum. It took an incredible amount of force, far more than the doctor would have thought necessary or even humanly possible, but he eventually managed to nearly double the young man’s natural 5-inch dangle, sometimes for hours at a time, yet as always leaving no lasting damage or harm to the young man’s miraculous man orbs. 

Another devious torture involved the construction of a machine that could use Ryan’s low-hanging bull balls as a massive speed bag. At its highest settings, the contraption was capable of striking the young man’s bollocks dozens of times a second, simultaneously clobbering and hammering those mammoth nuts with punishing force and shaking them so fast and so violently that they threatened to simply break apart under the strain. One memorable evening, Doctor Schaller placed the machine around Lt. Mitchell’s goliath balls and immediately cranked it to its maximum setting, letting it pummel the young muscle giant’s nuts with insane force and speed. The doctor then left Ryan alone for the remainder of the long, long night, leaving the handsome stud in the dark with the machine continuing to hammer and bludgeon his screaming bollocks for hours on end. By the time of the doctor’s return the next morning, the machine had virtually laid waste to Ryan’s nearly busted balls. The young man’s nuts were so hideously bruised and swollen that they had nearly doubled in size, filling the machine’s huge maw to capacity and beyond. The mighty young man had also shot more than two score loads during the marathon ball busting session, filling nearly a dozen storage tanks to the brim. When the doctor turned off the machine, he had to give Ryan’s balls more than an hour to fully recover, letting the bruises subside and their bloated, puffy swelling go back to normal…before starting in on them once again! 

The evil doctor also tested how much crushing abuse Ryan’s beefy balls could endure by subjecting them to all sorts of vises and nut presses. The young man’s balls were extraordinarily tough, with thick and fibrous outer walls that resisted most attempts to dent or compress the meaty contents contained within. It therefore took amazing amounts of force and pressure to cause those mammoth man orbs to flatten even the slightest. But with the powerful hydraulics and ingenious machines that Doctor Schaller had at his disposal, there was virtually no limit to the force he could inflict on the young man’s trapped nuts. It took so much power that he frequently redlined his own machines and equipment, but the doctor eventually succeeded in crushing Lt. Ryan’s normally nearly 5-inch-thick balls down to barely more than a quarter inch of horrifically compressed ball meat. The young man’s balls resembled two enormous pancakes at that point, each hideously flattened bollock more than a foot in diameter and almost visibly quivering in agony. The pain was excruciating, and Ryan bellowed in constant animal agony, his mighty nuts on the very brink of rupturing. Even the doctor hesitated to push the young man’s balls any further, fearing their sudden and catastrophic destruction…and instead held Ryan’s mashed balls in that extremely compressed and flattened state for several agony-filled hours. 

One of the doctor’s most devious — and, in the end, dangerous — tests was to roughly stimulate the young man’s sperm production through brutal and continuous testicular tortures, but prevent the young man from cumming through a combination of sounds, urethral plugs, and clamps placed along the length of the young man’s colossally long cock shaft, at the base of that huge trouser beast, and even on the unusually thick sperm ducts leading from both massive testes up into the young man’s muscular and chiseled crotch. Ostensibly, Doctor Schaller performed these experiments to see how much cum he could back up into the young man’s loins and how large of a cum load he could produce once all of the clamps, sounds, and plugs were pulled free. But in reality, the evil doctor just wanted to inflict even greater pain upon the young man through orgasm denial and the creation of the most epic case of blue balls in the entire history of the human race. 

What the doctor soon learned, however, was that the young man’s supremely overproductive bollocks didn’t possess a feedback mechanism to tell them to stop creating sperm when his balls were already chock-full of the stuff. Instead, the doctor watched in a mixture of lust, fascination, and horror as Ryan’s already massive balls bloated bigger and bigger and bigger as the hours wore on, plumping ever larger with the steady build up of un-ejaculated cum. An astounded Doctor Schaller just kept right on abusing and stimulating Lt. Mitchell’s swelling balls, seemingly heedless of how massive they were becoming, so intent was he on watching them grow. Within just a couple of hours, Ryan’s bulging bollocks had swollen to fully double their normal size, bloating so insanely huge that his overstuffed ballsac threatened to split wide open. The young man was clearly in extraordinary pain, thrashing his handsome head back and forth and almost continuously bellowing in unimaginable agony. His mighty club of a cock was throbbing and flailing in a continuous, furious orgasm like some sort of crazed beast, desperate to release the titanic deluge of cum that was still trapped in his burgeoning balls. But not a single drop of sperm could escape all of the clamps and barrier, and thus the young stud bull could not relieve even one iota of ball-bursting agony in his screaming nuts. 

Throwing caution to the wind, the doctor ramped up the severity of the abuses he was inflicting on Ryan’s nearly-bursting balls, punching and pounding and crushing them with wild abandon. The hideous swelling of his bollocks had greatly weakened the tough outer walls of Ryan’s balls, and the additional abuses threatened to rip them apart, yet somehow those great orbs endured, even as they continued to churn out more and more baby batter and swell bigger still! 

Finally, after more than three hours of brutal tortures and orgasm denial, even the doctor realized that he had pushed his luck — and Ryan’s balls — far enough. Lt. Ryan’s utterly sperm-bloated bollocks looked like they could explode at any moment, each mammoth teste swollen a large as an overinflated basketball. The insane internal pressures were now threatening to rupture the valiantly straining ball walls without any further abuse from the doctor, and the evil scientist knew he had to act quickly if he wanted to save the young man’s mighty manhood from catastrophic destruction. He rapidly removed all of the sounds and plugs from the young man’s bloated and distended elephant cock, and then set to work on removing all of the tight metal clamps. The very last clamps to be removed were those secured onto the big sperm ducts themselves, which were now bloated so large that they were clearly visible through the young man’s scrotum. Once the last clamps were removed, Doctor Schaller stepped back a few paces to watch what he knew would be the most spectacular orgasm in history. 

And the good doctor was certainly not disappointed by the epic seminal release that ensued. 

Ryan’s pent-up sperm was unleashed with a fury that stunned even the by-now nearly jaded doctor, blasting forth with such power and force that it looked like it could split the young man’s quivering cock in half. In fact, the nearly unimaginable pressure behind the lad’s monster load really DID threaten to burst his own internal plumbing, from the sperm ducts themselves to the thick cum tube running up the fantastic length of Ryan’s magnificent cock. But the stud’s sexual infrastructure somehow held as truly god-like quantities of spunk erupted from his thunderously pulsating cock. 

For the first three minutes of the young man’s orgasm, his sperm rocketed forth in an unending and unbroken stream, a lush river of virility that reminded the doctor of a fire hose set to its greatest setting. The utterly insane volume of sperm quickly exceeded the ability of the doctor’s suctioning and containment system to collect all of that powerful spunk, and the various hoses and clamps began to ooze and spurt around their seams and joints with excess male effluvium. And STILL the young man’s horse load continued. After the first three minutes or so, Ryan’s load started breaking up into separate salvos of spunk, but each still more massive than any wads he’d ever shot before. And even then, the horrific swelling in Ryan’s bulging and near-bursting balls didn’t start to diminish until a full five minutes into his epic release. Only then did Doctor Schaller start breathing easier, realizing that he had very nearly pushed the young man’s manhood beyond even its super human limits. 

In the end, Ryan’s monumental orgasm lasted for more than 15 minutes and produced a record-breaking amount of cum. The doctor’s suction system managed to collect more than 5 gallons of the unnaturally thick splooge, but he estimated that at least another gallon or two had oozed through the various connection points in the collection system. In fact, he considered it a minor miracle that the entire system hadn’t broken apart and exploded under the strain! He would have never thought that even Ryan’s unspeakably huge and powerful bollocks could have held so much sperm at one time! 

Even though Lt. Mitchell’s hideously bloated nuts had returned to their normal size by the end of the marathon 15-minute orgasm, Doctor Schaller kept right on torturing them for the next hour or so, forcing out another 6 or 8 even-more-massive-than-normal orgasms into the waiting collection tanks. The doctor wanted to make sure that the young man’s excess ballast had been released, as even he had been worried that he might have taken his hunky prisoner too far. Doctor Schaller had no idea that so much spunk had been trapped inside Ryan’s straining nuts, and only now did he realize how close he’d come to actually destroying the young man’s heroic manhood. 

All told, Doctor Schaller conducted his various ‘tests’ on the bound and helpless young muscle giant for nearly six weeks, performing every conceivable torture and abuse that the cruel scientist’s evil mind could produce. Lt. Ryan Mitchell endured it all with phenomenal stoicism and defiance, refusing to beg for mercy or otherwise plead with his vile captor. His magnificent body came through the hellish experience completely unscathed, and if anything, his entire physique — especially his gargantuan bollocks — became even more toughened after all of the abuse. 

Which was a good thing, as Doctor Schaller’s REAL experiments were about to begin!