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Sunday, June 8, 2025

Jack the Hammer - A Halloween Special - Part 5

Though an epilogue chapter will follow in a week, this is the final chapter featuring the titanic rugby player Troy Cooper. Please enjoy his final orgasm and his last moments as an intact male, and let me know what you think in the comment section! :D


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Jack the Hammer - A Halloween Special

Part of the Jack the Hammer series by Pink Beefcake


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Part 5


Troy was in the throes of his first aftershock orgasm when Jack struck. The killer grabbed a particularly large hook off of his belt and stabbed it downward with brutal force, driving the big curved spear of steel clear through Troy’s gigantic left nut and pinning the enormous quivering organ to the hood of his car. Fresh ear-splitting screams were torn from the young rugby stud’s ragged throat as unimaginable pain lanced through his harpooned bollock, an inhuman agony that dwarfed all of the pain he had suffered until now. But far worse was still to come. 


Jack violently tore the hook out of Troy’s left nut, widening the wound with the hook’s exit, and brought it slashing down a second time, this time stabbing the young man’s mammoth right nut. 


What followed was an orgy of violence that even Jack the Hammer had rarely before achieved. Again and again and again, Jack stabbed downward, punching great holes in the trapped stud’s magnificent nuts. Troy’s screams were like that of a wounded animal, and his entire body thrashed and bucked with awesome power, heedless of the damage he was doing to his harpooned biceps. Blood and raw sperm were splattering Jack’s body and Troy’s own monumentally muscular thighs as the killer massacred the handsome lad’s titanic spunk bunkers, a feral grin etched across his fire-ravaged features. The huge meathook stabbed and stabbed and stabbed each enormous orb at least a dozen times, tearing huge rents in the thick and beefy flesh, and doing nearly as much damage when pulled out as when plunged back in. Troy’s screams hit new heights as he felt his future as a male and as a father being mercilessly stabbed to death between his almighty legs. 


Addison was quaking with numb horror by the time Jack stood back to admire his work. Troy’s heaving and sobbing body was still absolutely magnificent, even drenched in his own spunk and with a huge bloody wound boring through the heart of both of his bulging biceps. His face was still breathtakingly handsome despite the cuts on his forehead and the blood running down his chiseled features. His cock, impossibly STILL hard as an iron crowbar even after the slaughter of his testicles, arched majestically over his heaving, rippling abs, throbbing and pulsing with virility and might. But the young man’s glorious bull balls were mangled almost beyond recognition. Though miraculously still maintaining their ovoid shapes and not yet dead, both hulking bollocks had clearly been mortally wounded. Crimson blood and raw, chunky sperm oozed from scores of puncture wounds, and dozens of broken strands and uncoiling loops of the slender, delicate, and almost translucent spaghetti-like tendrils that made up the heart of those sperm-manufacturing organs dangled obscenely from some of the rents in the muscular lad’s thick testicular flesh. 


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


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


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


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


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


Jack watched the scene play out before him in silence, mesmerized by the glorious interplay of his victim’s colossal muscles as they bulged and flexed and fought for life. Blood still poured from the wounds in the young man’s goliath biceps, while more blood — and other fluids — oozed from the stud’s heavily perforated bollocks, hanging loose and heavy and absolutely enormous in their battered and torn nutsac. And though Jack could barely believe his own eyes, the lad’s gargantuan 22-inch schlong was still waving and waggling in front of him in full steely hardness. It was obvious that that monster perma-boner wasn’t going to go soft this side of death… and maybe not even then! Even now, that massive meat was throbbing and pulsing with vibrant life, as the handsome young man struggled to take agonizing breaths through his half choked airway. The killer had to give Troy credit, for the giant jock had survived longer than most of his victims, and was still struggling for freedom. Jack was difficult to impress, but he was profoundly impressed by the colossally muscular bull stud dangling before him, and his continued fight for life. But all of that was soon to come to an to end. 


Seeing Troy’s humongous, breadfruit-sized bollocks hanging there so heavy and loose in their sac and oozing fluids from dozens of full-thickness holes gave the killer a macabre idea, something even he had never tried before, mostly because he’d never before encountered a muscle jock with balls so outrageously massive. Jack raised up both of his hands like he was about to grab those mammoth man nuts, but instead of cupping them, the killer splayed out his big, scarred fingers and started inserting them into some of the various holes. Big Troy croaked out a strangled cry as he felt Jack’s fingers digging around INSIDE of his mangled nuts, probing around their interiors until the grinning fiend was knuckle deep inside of them. The pain was unbearable as Jack dug his fingers into the mutilated testicles, and it was all a desperate Troy could do to maintain his grip on the chain stretched out above him. 


Jack luxuriated in the wet, languid heat of the dense and beefy ball meat that encased his thick fingers, and he wiggled all ten digits around, loving the sick squishing and squelching sounds emanating from the severely wounded bollocks. It looked like he was clutching two oversized, egg-shaped bowling balls, and their brawny and robust density meant that they were damn near as heavy as bowling balls as well. The killer delighted in wearing Troy’s balls like massive finger puppets for many long minutes, still finding it hard to believe that a man, no matter how big and tall and muscular, could have a set of testicles so astoundingly huge. 


Eventually tiring of the puppet show, Jack decided to tick things up a couple of notches, and started to try to clutch his fingers together, attempting to make a fist inside of Troy’s grievously maimed nuts. The young man’s testicles grossly distorted as Jack squeezed and crushed at the heart meat in the center of both bollocks, trying to shred and burst those mighty man orbs from the inside. Troy’s entire body flexed and shuddered from the unbelievable pain, his green eyes bulging wide and his massively muscular legs kicking out spasmodically, as Jack’s fingers clenched and ground at the very core of his herculean manhood. But no matter how hard he squeezed, Jack was unable to get the dense centers of the lad’s unnaturally tough and sturdy nuts to rupture. He squeezed and crushed until his fingers were very nearly meeting in the middle of those almighty orbs, but Troy’s goliath testicles simply refused to break. 


It felt like an eternity to Troy before the killer finally relented and relaxed his death grip, and then pulled his gore-covered fingers out of the young man’s nuts, leaving even larger holes where his thick fingers had been. Jack noticed that the stud’s colossal cock was not only still diamond hard, but it was once again dripping long strands of milky, pink-tinged precum. Was it possible that this extraordinary muscle bull was getting ready to cum AGAIN!?!?!


Jack started looking around for some suitable tools. Almost hidden by the tall grasses beneath the massive sycamore tree was a large pile of old construction debris, including chunks of broken concrete and bent lengths of rusty rebar. The debris gave Jack a dark idea, and a horrible rictus of a grin spread across the killer’s scarred visage. 


The killer rooted around in the debris and started pulling out short lengths of twisted and rusty rebar, most no more than about a foot in length. The most bent ones he effortlessly straightened out with his supernaturally strong arms, and then he carried the armload of metal bars over to his dangling victim. Jack placed the bars on the ground in a loose pile, picked up the first piece, and then considered the struggling rugby titan once more. The killer then grinned, and started inserting the ribbed piece of rusty steel into one of the many holes in Troy’s pincushioned ballsac. The monumentally muscular young bull bellowed in thunderous agony as he felt the rough and cold metal penetrate one of the gaping holes in his right nut, work its way through the hot and wet interior, and then slowly begin to exit out the other side. 


Jack gleefully picked up another piece of rebar and repeated his action, followed by another and another and another. He eventually had to go back to the pile of rubble to retrieve even more segments of twisted rebar, as there were so many holes in Troy’s mutilated nutsac that he needed more metal bars to fill them. By the time he was done and could stand back to admire his handiwork, Jack had created what looked like a macabre and profoundly disturbing mobile, with over a score of ribbed and rusty metal bars shoved clear THROUGH Troy’s mangled and dying balls. Nearly as painful as the cold steel perforating Troy’s balls was the great weight of the rebar itself, which had to amass several hundred pounds at this point, all pulling mercilessly at the thick and tough ball cords anchoring Troy’s great bollocks to his hairy and muscular crotch. 


The cruel killer let Troy hang like that for several minutes, enjoying the grotesque sight. He even batted the rebar around a bit, causing the horrible amalgamation of flesh and steel to wobble and twist on the ends of the young man’s straining ball cords. Jack eventually tired of this game as well, however, and started roughly and violently yanking the lengths of rebar back out of the young man’s bleeding balls. Troy let out more strangled cries as his ridiculously over abused balls suffered fresh trauma, the violent removal of the rebar segments tearing even more strings of beefy flesh out of the big holes in the struggling young man’s gigantic nuts. 


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


CRACK!!


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


CRACK!! 


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


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


Continued ruinous blows began to cause more of Troy’s nut guts to spurt out of the many holes in their unbelievably massive bulk. More and more of those slender spaghetti-like filaments unspooled and dangled in wet loops and broken strands out of the gaping wounds as the beefy interiors of both nuts rapidly started to disintegrate. Both of Troy’s humongous nuts started to look like half-carved jack-o-lanterns, wet pulpy guts hanging from many of the wounds even while the majority of both colossal cajones somehow kept their ovoid shapes and continued to pump out huge slugs of fresh sperm. 


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


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


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


CRUUUNCH!!!


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


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


CRU-U-U-UNCH!!!


The cracking of his last nut seemed to completely paralyze Troy for several long moments. Every one of his magnificent muscles flexed and bulged in their greatest size and relief yet, turning Troy into a true god of pure muscle. Even his cock stopped in mid flex, vibratingly hyper erect, but paralyzed from throbbing. Jack lined up one last blow from behind the quivering and seizing rugby stud, and struck the backside of both heavily compromised balls with all of his might. 


SPLUNCH!!!


Those utterly massive, magnificent, jackfruit-sized gonads, which had endured so much abuse and pumped out truly INSANE amounts of jock jizz, instantly exploded inside their sac, fracturing into dozens of separate chunks. At that same moment, one last titanic jet of fluid shot out of Troy’s cock, one of his most voluminous spurts of the entire night, but containing a gross mixture of semen, blood, and shredded testicular matter. 


Troy’s reign as an alpha stud of unparalleled might and stratospheric virility, had come to a sudden and very violent end. 


The young man’s titanic body gave a mighty convulsion as his mighty bull nuts were pulverized beyond any possible hope for repair, a great gasp of unimaginable agony was torn from his mighty lungs, but he somehow kept his death grip on the chains suspending him from the thick sycamore limb. Tears streamed down Troy’s achingly handsome face as he mourned the end of his once-mighty manhood. 


Jack dropped his heavy crowbar to the uncaring ground and used both of his eager hands to knead and fondled the stud’s gore-dripping nutsac, feeling huge broken chunks of testicular matter grinding against one another as they floated inside of their much-abused scrotum. The killer reveled in the horrible damage and destruction he had wrought, and he used his powerful hands to crush big chunks of nut meat to smithereens, one after another, each small explosion bringing him closer to utterly annihilating the biggest set of stud nuts he’d ever seen. Jack’s clutching fingers forced some of the smaller broken bits to squirt out of the various holes in the stud’s huge sac and plop messily to the earth below, but the vast majority of the chunks were far too large to fit through any of the ragged holes. In fact, Jack realized that each of these broken chunks were huge, far larger than a normal man’s testicles, and he had the sudden image of a talented surgeon somehow salvaging a huge testicle fragment in each bollock, leaving the handsome rugby bull with a still sizable and impressive — and functioning — set of balls. 


And the killer simply could not allow that to happen.  


In a flash like lightning, a hooked blade slashed silver in the pale moonlight as Jack cut through the stud’s elongated nutsac and extraordinarily tough and taut ball cords in one mighty swing, severing Troy’s utterly mammoth balls from his magnificent body and finally completing his unmanning. The concrete boulder plummeted to the ground with a very loud THUD, pulling the young man’s severed nutsac with it. The obese scrotum, containing the remains of Troy’s utterly massive orbs, smacked wetly into the concrete boulder and balanced atop that chunky mass of stone for several long moments before its great weight caused it to roll ponderously off of the boulder and onto the earth below. Those fantastically huge balls, which had powered Troy’s pubescent growth spurt and transformed him into the most outrageously muscular hunk of a man that the killer had ever seen, splattered wetly on the ground like a pair of rotten fruit, spilling out even more of their meaty and broken nut guts in the process. 


For good measure, Jack brought his heavy-booted foot down hard on Troy’s broken right orb one, two, three times. Even in its wrecked and broken state, the young man’s hulking herculean huevo still put up a surprising amount of resistance, the shattered orb flattening more and more with each stomp, but refusing to break. On the fourth stomp, however, Jack finally popped the goliath orb in a huge and gory shower of thick nut meat and raw sperm, which spewed across the grass and gravel for half a dozen feet in every direction. 


The killer wasn’t quite yet done with the still gasping and struggling Troy, however. 


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


And that’s when Jack’s curved blade sliced downward, severing Troy’s tough and muscular cock off at the very root in one powerful slice. 


The mighty young stallion, having just been turned into a gelding, began to lose his grip on the chain overhead. Extreme exhaustion had set in, which was exacerbated by the unstaunched flow of blood pulsing out of the raw wound where his legendary cock and balls had once lived. But more than that, Troy had lost the will to live. He was no longer a jock, no longer a stud, no longer even a man, and as he felt each link of chain slowly pass through his clutching hands, he realized that he now welcomed the cold embrace of death. 


As the noose once more tightened around Troy’s bullish and thickly muscled neck, choking him once more, Jack leisurely examined the severed penis cradled in both of his overflowing hands. The slender chain was still cinched tight around the base of the colossal organ, preventing the trapped blood from escaping, and the cock’s iron hardness and great heat gave it a false semblance of life. Jack marveled at the titanic size and overwhelming masculine beauty of the magnificent organ for several long moments. Even as Jack watched, a single pearl of cum appeared from the wide slit in that gorgeous glans, representing the very last drop of Troy’s fertile semen. Jack lifted the bulky and heavy cock upwards, and with the tip of his tongue scooped up that last bead of virility, bringing it into his mouth and savoring a final taste of the lad’s staggeringly powerful masculinity.


Jack then walked up behind the choking and struggling muscle titan and gazed once more upon his magnificent muscle ass, which was still oozing the remnants of two of Jack’s own prodigious cum loads. The killer grinned as he lined up the severed horse cock with the young man’s gaping and quivering hole, knowing full well that the rugby hunk’s colossal cock was far too large to fit up even the muscular giant’s own backside… and he shoved it in almost to the hilt in one terrible thrust! 


A dying Troy thought that he was beyond feeling pain at this point, but he was wrong. The achingly handsome young college jock felt his ass rip open as his own monumental bull cock speared through his insides, and he wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised to see the swollen purple cock head erupt out of his magnificently rippling abdominal wall. The humongous glans did, however, grind up against the underside of the lad’s struggling diaphragm, further impinging his ability to breathe and hastening his impending end. 


Jack focused his entire attention back to his young victim, the handsome super stud’s mutilated body shuddering and quivering. The spectacularly fit young man was too fantastically tough and freakishly strong to die quickly, despite the thick steel chain choking off his windpipe and the heavy unchecked bleeding at his groin. The killer savored the stud’s extended death throes, watching his monumentally magnificent physique slowly drain of color, his richly tanned skin taking on a paler and more sickly hue by the moment. Troy’s mighty heart continued to valiantly thunder in his colossal chest, despite the lad wishing for the oblivion of death, forcing him to endure his pain and mutilation for far, far longer than any mortal man should suffer. 


It took several more excruciatingly long minutes, but eventually, Troy’s powerful stallion heart slowed and finally stilled, his heroic chest rose and fell no more, and his gargantuan arms and even more heavily muscled legs hung limply. The big, handsome, strapping, outrageously hung titan of a rugby player was now roadkill, the latest victim of the infamous Jack the Hammer. 


The blood- and cum-splattered killer lingered for a few moments more, admiring his offering to the creatures of the night, before retrieving his meathooks and walking back toward the highway. There were bound to be some dumb frat boys driving around somewhere, and willing to pick up a hitchhiker wearing an amazing Jack the Hammer costume… 

Saturday, June 29, 2024

Castration Warehouse - Part 10

Castration Warehouse - Part Ten

Based on an original story by RackTheSack 


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Early morning sunlight was now streaming through upper windows, bathing the room in a warm golden light, and making Jack Samson’s bound and weakly struggling form even more magically stunning and beautiful. Despite all of the horrific abuses he had suffered that night, and all of the bruises, welts, and lacerations that marred his once-perfect flesh, the enormously muscular young college jock still looked as magnificent as ever, perhaps even more so. 

While the other men used the brief break to put away their canes and other instruments of torture, Mitch knelt down between Jack’s wide-spread legs and started undoing all of the bindings that were keeping his profoundly bruised and battered testicles stretched down to the very ends of their straining fleshy tethers. The big blond bull of a man first untied the three ropes anchoring Jack’s bulging bollocks to the floor, and then he began slowly unwinding the rope that was coiled about the greatly elongated neck of his scrotum, gradually releasing the terrific tension on the lad’s terribly ill-used testicles. When he was done and Jack’s humongous balls were once again allowed to hang free, Mitch was surprised to discover that the massive gonads were now sagging down even lower in their sac than ever before. Maybe even permanently — not that that would matter for much longer — the extraordinary resiliency of even the lad’s mighty ball cords and cables finally starting to wane. The sight was powerfully erotic to the big blond giant, and a cruel smirk twisted his handsome lips as he lightly swatted the gigantic and unspeakably meaty ballbag, causing it to swing ponderously between Jack’s immense thighs. 

Mitch stood up and turned to the other big muscle men, saying, “We’ve got a bona fide he-man on our hands here. This handsome lad has endured everything that we’ve dished out, and he’s so far survived with his manhood almost completely intact. We therefore have the unprecedented opportunity to really pull out all the stops, and give him everything we’ve got. Boys, it’s time that we scramble some eggs!” 

The other four men moved forward to surround Jack, evil and malicious grins splitting their faces, while Mitch stood back and crossed his big arms, apparently content to just watch. The four huge muscle thugs started flexing their fists and eyeing over the quivering young man’s utterly magnificent body, picking out their favorite targets. 

And then they began to use the bound stud’s extraordinarily muscular body as a human punching bag. 

All four men were immensely strong and they no longer held back, striking the muscular college jock’s defenseless body with eager and reckless abandon, and pummeling nearly every part of his thrashing and quaking form. The thick and very beefy smacking sounds of bare-knuckled fists impacting with incredibly thick and rock solid muscles was soon echoing throughout the large room, accompanied by the grunts, cries, and moans of the unfortunate stud himself. Favorite targets included his deep and muscular armpits, where they would grind their knuckles and dig the lush pit hair into the lad’s tender and welted flesh; his beefy and mounding pecs, taking extra care to mash his bruised, blistered, and bleeding nipples; his bulging upper arms, trying to pulverize those massive and beautifully carved muscles and reduce them to mush; his densely muscular back, already covered in a multitude of welts and lacerations; and his exquisitely carved flanks and midsection, trying to cave in his muscular belly and shatter his internal organs. They even pummeled and punished his gloriously muscular legs, hammering his hamstrings, pounding his inner thighs, clobbering his quads, and clubbing his calves. 

The fists were falling like near constant hammer blows, landing hard enough to rend flesh and break bones on any other man. But Jack’s enormously muscular body was built of such ferociously strong and sturdy stuff that his great beefy bulk endured even this most brutal of abuses. Deep bruises of angry red and vibrant purple were erupting all over his majestic body, but the great muscles girding his large frame repelled even the most powerful of blows. 

The same could not be said for Jack’s far more vulnerable cock and balls. 

While the four men greatly enjoyed using Jack’s ridiculously muscular body as a beefy sand bag, their focus was of course on the young lad’s already heavily bruised and battered genitalia, and there was always at least one thug slugging the kid’s massive meat and potatoes. Punching Jack’s cock was often a two-man affair, with one muscular brute holding a tight double-handed grip on a section of the thick, vein-gnarled shaft, and the other hammering his fists into the throttled and strangled meat. Fists pounded into the root of the great organ, trying to tear it loose from its tight moorings. Punches rained straight down into the center of the cock shaft, trying to snap the incredibly girthy tool in half. Knuckles dug deep into the shiny, glistening, bloated bulb of Jack’s cock head, mashing hard into the spongy tissues. Jack’s monumentally tumescent cock continued to somehow endure, but it was taking a hell of a beating. 

The young man’s colossal balls fared even worse as they were continuously slugged and pummeled from every possible direction, racking up even more bruises as the traumatized tissues were forced to warp and bend into ever more unnatural shapes, the dense and beefy flesh slowly but steadily softening up more and more. Poor Jack was reduced to making animal sounds of pure agony, great screeches and thundering bellows emanating from the depths of his thick, muscle-plated chest as he was forced to endure greater levels of pain than he had thought humanly possible. His great sperm tanks started swelling in earnest now, the unbelievably heavy abuse reaching right down to the very core of each mammoth orb, causing trauma and damage throughout their absolutely enormous mass. 

Incredibly, this absolutely merciless pummeling continued for nearly two solid hours, with young Jack’s magnificent body absorbing enough abuse to kill a hundred men. The four big thugs were finally forced to take a break, each of them panting in exertion themselves, having just had the greatest workout of their lives. The hunky and handsome college jock hung almost motionless in his chains, an occasional spasm or shudder running through his horribly battered body, nearly comatose with the pain. His formerly beyond perfect physique was now a beautiful wreck, his entire form a mass of bruises and welts and lacerations and swollen tissues, only his achingly handsome face left untouched and pristine. His great cock, still impossibly hard after his ordeal, looked just as bruised and battered as the rest of his weary body, but managed to not lose an ounce of its power or turgid magnificence. His behemoth balls were so outrageously mauled and mangled as to not even resemble a pair of human testicles anymore. Now glowing an almost uniformly vibrant purple so dark as to almost be black, the titanic testicles had swollen and bloated to nearly twice their original size from all of the terrific trauma they’d sustained, leaving coconuts far behind to approach the size of the very largest of ostrich eggs. Jack’s balls had swollen to their absolute maximum size, looking like they were ready to rip open the fibrous outer walls straining to contain their bloated contents, and spill their mangled guts into his battered ballsac. Previously invisible veins along the surface of each nut were now bloated to monstrous size as well and protruded all over their goliath mass, making it look like scores of thick dark worms were wriggling all over each rotund ball. 

Mitch stepped forward and began a new digital inspection of the handsome lad’s hideously bloated balls, and he grinned in satisfaction as his fingers were now able to plunge deep into the formerly turgid and extraordinarily — one might even say unnaturally — solid flesh. The two testes were amazingly still unbroken and structurally intact, but they had softened up dramatically under the unrelenting abuse, wearing down a tremendous amount of their freakish power and resilience. But the big blond bull could sense some significant reserves of strength still locked inside of those huge cajones, and so he prepared to take his own turn at the human punching bag. 

The big man cocked back his left fist, the muscles of his arm bulging and swelling to ridiculously gigantic proportions, and then sent his massive fist shooting forward with terrifying speed and power, colliding directly with the center of Jack’s monstrously bloated right nut. Jack’s handsome head snapped back and his beautiful blue eyes flew open in a look of almost comical surprise and shock, for it felt like his right bollock had just been punched right out of his bag to strike the brick wall dozens of yards behind him. He was just sucking in a huge lungful of air to scream when Mitch launched a brutal upper cut with his right fist, crushing his left testicle dangerously flat against his muscular crotch. Jack found his voice and uttered his most window-vibrating bellow of agony yet, as it felt like a nuclear bomb had just exploded inside of his dark purple, gruesomely bloated ballsac. 

The testicular punishment that followed was a vicious assault of truly epic proportions on the young man’s steadily failing manhood, an attack of such violence and utter lack of mercy that it was difficult to describe. The big blond thug was by far the strongest man in the room, likely one of the strongest men in the entire world, and he used every ounce of that muscular power to hammer and pound the lad’s screaming, swelling testicles. Even the other four brutes, eager as they were to destroy the gorgeous young man’s gigantic balls, had to occasionally wince or flinch in sympathetic pain themselves whenever Mitch landed a particularly vicious punch, which was often. 

An average man’s delicate testicles couldn’t have hoped to survive even ONE such annihilating blow, let alone the dozens, and then scores, and then HUNDREDS of pistoning bare-knuckled punches that Jack’s already redlining nuts were receiving. The tortured lad could only sob and scream and thrash as his weakening balls were struck and pounded from every direction, shock waves of destructive force reverberating throughout their vast and voluminous interiors even as the next blow hit. It seemed utterly impossible that any object made solely of flesh and blood could survive such insane levels of abuse, let alone a man’s unprotected testicles, but Jack’s mighty meaty balls somehow endured, valiantly holding onto their crumbling structural integrity even as their remaining strength and resilience was being literally pounded right out of them. 

Mitch was a true maestro when it came to testicular torture, and he knew how to run that very fine line between punishment and destruction, while maximizing the pain that his subjects suffered. And NO ONE had ever before suffered as much as Jack was suffering now. The handsome young muscle bull was simply MADE for torture and hard abuse, his exquisite physique and gargantuan genitals able to endure extremes of brutality that would outright slay a lesser mortal. Mitch was having the greatest time of his life as he further scrambled the handsome college jock’s monumentally oversized spunk bunkers, steadily turning them into hamburger meat, and he only wished that he had a hundred such magnificent studs to use and abuse, for he knew that he would never see Jack’s like again. 

The big blond pugilist made sure to land his punches evenly across all of that enormous volume of prime testicular real estate, careful to not strike the same spot too many times for fear of causing the thick and fibrous outer wall to crack and cave in too soon. Nevertheless, despite his unequalled skill, Mitch was pushing the extreme outer limits of those mighty balls’ tolerance, and it was as much a testament to Jack’s super human strength and resilience as it was Mitch’s skill that the lad’s big boulder balls didn’t prematurely break under the hideous onslaught of abuse. 

After more than twenty minutes and well over a THOUSAND punches right to the gonads, a lust-crazed Mitch suddenly wrapped his huge left hand around the long neck of Jack’s scrotum and violently yanked his titanic testicles forward, very nearly ripping the beyond-bloated sex organs from Jack’s straining crotch. He then took his huge right fist and slammed it downward full force onto the trapped organs with pulverizing force, striking right into the seam between the two hulking huevos and therefore hammering both battered sex glands at once. The bloated and bulging organs were instantly crushed more than halfway flat, forced to absorb every ounce of the thunderous blow, and the piteous howl that escaped from Jack’s ragged throat made the other thugs laugh and smile in delight. Mitch brought his fist down like a pile driver again, and again, and once again, each time dramatically flattening the now disturbingly soft and yielding orbs. 

With a rictus of a grin etched across his ruggedly handsome face, Mitch threw himself into the task, his fist becoming a blurred piston as he unleashed his greatest orgy of abuse yet on the trapped balls. The big blond was steadily pounding Jack’s stones into rubble, and he was loving every minute of it. The solid and beefy thuds of the earlier punches had long since become wet and messy splats, the gigantic testicles feeling like oval spheres of warm oatmeal beneath Mitch’s pounding fists. Any blow seemed to be the one destined to shatter the young man’s failing nuts, but somehow, incredibly, impossibly, they continued to stoically endure, doggedly refusing to burst. 

The beyond brutal piston punches continued for at least five minutes, though it must have felt like an eternity in the lowest pits of Hell to poor Jack. Wherever the blond thug’s fist would land, the young man’s deeply bruised nut meat would cave in, denting profoundly as the invading fist drove knuckles first into the throbbing heart of his failing manhood. Mitch would then haul his fist out of the hideously distorted shapes of the two tortured testes, and before the beleaguered orbs even had a chance to rebound into something approaching their normal ovoid shapes, the huge blond ball wrecker was slamming his huge fist into the profoundly wounded nut meat from yet another direction. It was a testicular slaughter of legendary proportions. 

Mitch finally came up for air, releasing Jack’s utterly mangled nuts and gasping to regain his own breath, his own achingly hard 13-inch bull cock sticking out straight before him and leaking an extraordinary amount of glistening precum. His fevered gaze drank in the staggeringly erotic sight of the handsome muscle hunk, his glorious body bruised and battered from neck to toes, his massive battered cock still a raging hardon of hot steel, and his hideously savaged and mutilated ballsac looking like a huge, heavy, purple sack of ground chuck. Mitch had somehow managed to coax a bit more swelling out of Jack’s nuts, such that each goliath gonad had now more than doubled in size, exceeding even the lofty dimensions of the largest of ostrich eggs. 

Mitch reached down to cradle Jack’s giant goolies, filling even his enormous hands to well beyond overflowing, and squeezed their mushy contents. Hard. His thick fingers dug deep into the heavily traumatized tissues, making the big blond bull grin even bigger, and he pulped and palpated those huge orbs for several minutes, really digging his strong digits deep into Jack’s nut flesh. But after several long minutes of thorough digital examination, Mitch couldn’t find any significant cracks or breaks in the walls of either of Jack’s titanically swollen nuts, and could only conclude that the lad’s gigantic bollocks were miraculously, impossibly, still largely intact! The kid’s behemoth balls just didn’t know when to quit! They were serious gluttons for punishment! Mitch could hardly wait to harm them even more! 

The big man finally released Jack’s profoundly worked-over balls and placed his left hand around the back of the young man’s thick bison neck, pulling the young man’s handsome sweat- and tear-stained head down until their foreheads touched. “Oh Jack,” Mitch breathed into the young man’s face, his already deep voice thickened with unbridled lust, “what a magnificent stud you are! We’ve messed up those bull balls of yours something good, but those fuckers are still ALIVE! Heavily damaged, and probably wrecked for good, but still whole and solid! Fuck, boy, you’re a BEAST, plain and simple, and I only wish we had more time to play with you.” 

Mitch then lifted his right knee slowly upward into Jack’s low-hanging mass of mangled ball flesh, toying with the massive sac and gently grinding the swollen mass into the young man’s groin. 

“Now Jack, I want you to watch me ram my knee into your nuts. I want you to bear witness as I massacre what’s left of your huge balls, and murder all of your unborn children. Come on, Jack, count with me!” Handsome Jack could only wearily sob in response, his eyes staring down in horror and despair at the outrageously muscular leg cocked back and ready to slam into his nearly broken nuts. 

With a loud grunt and a mighty heave, Mitch drove his big bony knee with pulverizing force directly into Jack’s throbbing nuts, instantly pancaking the dark purple orbs against the young man’s chiseled and muscular crotch. The blow was so devastating that it very nearly drove all of the air out of Jack’s big lungs, and his beautiful blue eyes bulged comically from his head as he suffered the incalculable agony of that single knee strike. 

Wrapping his gargantuan arms around Jack’s shoulders and neck to keep his balance, Mitch continued the butchering of the young stud’s manhood by alternating his knees back and forth, thrusting them full force into the howling lad’s groin again and again and again. The resulting carnage was greater than any abuse that had come before, with Mitch landing blows so powerful that even Jack’s hale and hearty balls from almost 12 hours earlier would have been hard pressed to survive. Perversely, both of their monster cocks remained rock hard and dripping throughout the bollock-breaking bloodbath, rubbing hard against the other man’s washboard abdomen and leaving glistening trails of crystalline precum on each other’s bodies. 

Mitch was no longer holding anything back, not trying to preserve Jack’s testicles any more as he pounded away at the young man’s gargantuan nuts, seeking nothing less than their complete and utter liquidation. The feel of those hot, huge, mushy nuts collapsing against the enormous muscles of his bare thighs over and over and over again shot the blond bull to stratospheric levels of erotic ecstasy that he’d never imagined before, which only spurred him to even greater efforts. Mitch knew that he must have long since extinguished any lingering remnant of the epic stud’s super human virility by this point, but he wouldn’t settle for anything less than the complete annihilation and extermination of those two titanic testicles. 

But Jack’s herculean nuts valiantly and stubbornly refused to break, despite having now been reduced to the consistency of Jell-o. 

“WHY!! WON’T!! YOU!! BREAK!!!” Mitch bellowed as he landed his hardest knee slams yet, threatening to shatter Jack’s pelvis in the process. 

With a final, almighty knee slam, Mitch buried his entire thigh into the nearly liquid orbs, grinding his leg with pulverizing strength into the almost completely flattened gonads and threatening to pop them once and for all. 

That final blow must have triggered something deep in Jack’s hideously mangled sexual plumbing, for the young man suddenly and unexpectedly hit orgasm for the first time in several hours, and his thirteenth orgasm of his captivity. 

Mitch and the other men had long since concluded that young Jack had already been effectively rendered into a eunuch, his mighty spunk bunkers reduced to an impotent mass of wrecked and ruined flesh. But the breathtakingly handsome young man was about to prove them all wrong, in a very big way. 

A sudden gush of wet and sloppy heat exploded against Mitch’s chest and abs, and he looked down in shocked wonder in time to see Jack’s trapped cock release a second massive pulse of thick and creamy sperm between their two muscular bodies. Even as the big blond thug continued to saw his enormous thigh into the young man’s flattened orbs, Jack’s monstrous stallion cock belched out what was quickly proving to be his biggest and most powerful load of the entire night. Truly humongous ropes and ribbons of blindingly white cum spurted out messily from between their two enormously muscular bodies, and even more slugs and globs of the funky and smelly effluent dripped down from between their joined crotches to splatter loudly into the veritable ocean of procreative fluids beneath them both. 

The spectacular purging of Jack’s tortured loins went on for several long minutes, and was both defiant proof that his fantastic hyper virility was still very much alive and intact, and a liquid and literal ‘white flag’ of surrender against the unspeakably brutal and merciless abuse. 

Mitch kept grinding his knee into Jack’s spasming bull nuts long after the last dregs of his shockingly mammoth load had drizzled out of his diamond hard cock, his pumping hips making it look like he was fucking the front of the young man’s bound and suspended body. His enormous 13-inch cock slopped through the hot and gooey soup of fresh stud spunk that was glueing their bodies together from neck to mid thigh, rubbing hard against the magnificent cobblestones of Jack’s rock hard belly. 

He finally relented, though, and pulled his knee out of Jack’s blubbery and bloated balls, and then took a couple of steps back. Nearly a hundred hot and chunky ribbons of impossibly thick spunk continued to connect their bodies, however, a jaw dropping display of Jack’s supreme, undaunted, and undiminished virility completely painting both of their bodies and blinding and glistening white from their necks to their knees. Mitch kept taking slow steps backward, stretching out the thick strands of cum until they finally snapped one by one, freeing him of his wet and messy connection to the younger man’s body. 

“Fuck, Jack!!” Mitch said, his deeply impressed awe clear in his baritone voice. “That was fucking INSANE!! I can’t believe that your balls are still FUNCTIONAL after all of the abuse I just put them through! But I guess the ‘proof is in the pudding’, as they say, and you fucking shot out a shit ton of pudding just now!” 

Jack gave no visible reaction in response, his body sagging in its restraints and his head hanging low, panting and heaving to catch his breath after the monumental purge he’d just finished. His hideously bloated balls were hanging down farther than ever, looking like a pair of purple, vein-gnarled melons in their bruised and abraded sac, and almost visibly throbbing in a hellish inferno of inhuman pain. 

“I think such an almighty display deserves a special reward,” Mitch then said, idly scraping a messy handful of the thick nut slop off of his chest and belly and tossing it wetly onto the floor.