Marine Corp Meat - Part 4

Marine Corp Meat, Part 4

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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Matt’s mind had been reduced to a fog of pleasure and pain. He had long since lost all track of time in his underground dungeon. There was no sense of day and night, for the bright lights in the white-tiled room were never turned off. There wasn’t even a way to track time by his meals, for all of Matt’s nutritional needs were being supplied by the half dozen IVs stuck into the large veins of his supremely brawny forearms. All of his injuries had long since healed, leaving his skin perfect and unblemished once more. The only thing that changed were the number of storage canisters that were placed inside the clear-walled cryo chamber in a corner of the large room. Each canister was filled to the absolute brim with the Marine’s extraordinarily potent young seed, and there had to be dozens, maybe hundreds, of those canisters filling up a large portion of the storage room. 

How long had he been hanging here, being milked of every last drop of cum his burgeoning bull balls could produce? A week? A MONTH?! Possibly even LONGER!?! Matt had no way of knowing. Nor did the hunky young Marine have the faintest inkling of what all of his harvested sperm was going to be used for. In his more lucid moments, his mind swam with possibilities. Perhaps his prime stud seed was going to be used in a nefarious breeding program, part of the long line of efforts by evil governments to produce the perfect super soldier. Perhaps his chunky spunk was going to be some sort of delicacy to be served to the rich and elite of Russia’s highest circles of power, a thick and protein-packed beverage sure to gird the loins and increase the male potency of any man who drank it. Hell, maybe his thick nut slop was going to be used as mortar in some huge industrial expansion! 

Matt didn’t know, and frankly, he didn’t really care. 

The young Marine muscle stud was in the midst of an exquisite torture, for not only did the ceaseless stimulation bring him stratospheric levels of erotic pleasure, it also brought equally terrible amounts of inhuman agony. The experimental chemicals being pumping into Matt’s herculean body were forcing his gigantic gonads to produce sperm at a hyper accelerated rate, many orders of magnitude faster than any human testes were ever meant to function, even Matt’s own freakishly virile bull-sized orbs. The extreme redlining of his manhood was creating a constant throbbing ache in the very heart of his mighty man orbs, an ache that was gut wrenching and growing every passing hour. Matt didn’t know how much more his poor balls could take. He knew that any other man’s balls would have long since burned out by now, pushed beyond their limits and forced into permanent sterility, and he wondered just how much longer even HIS mighty man nuts could survive. The monumental size and power of his colossal ejaculations hadn’t yet begun to diminish, but he was certain that would start happening soon as his awesomely tough and durable testicles finally began to burn out. 

Just looking down at his genitals confirmed that they were being pushed much too hard. His heroic horse cock had bloated into a truly monstrous slab of man meat, the unrelenting vacuum pumping having dramatically increased its already astounding girth and adding at least two full inches to its titanic length, resulting in a 16.5-inch mega dong of utterly colossal proportions. The whole member had grown an angry red color, with the fist-sized glans a deep purple of over-congested blood. The snake-like veins gnarling the entire column of the mighty shaft were even larger and more prominent than ever, turning Matt’s cock into a fearsome-looking weapon indeed. 

But the changes wrought to the young man’s heaving balls were even more pronounced and disturbing. Both balls had swelled and grown considerably during the constant milking torture, either simply due to trauma or due to actual tissue growth, or perhaps both. They had left the size of ‘mere’ grapefruits behind, and were now bloated to the size of large coconuts or extremely hefty cantaloupes. Thick veins now gnarled their surfaces as well, looking like the deep purple roots of some massive oak tree. The balls themselves were a deep and angry red, several shades darker than his own over bloated cock, and were burning with a deep, feverish pain. Their weight had increased dramatically as well, and not only had their dangle never decreased after the removal of the lead weight, it had actually INCREASED so that Matt’s behemoth bull balls were now hanging well over five inches down in his sagging sac, making them look even more enormous and vulnerable than ever. 

Matt had all but given up hope of his mega raping ever ending, so when the erotic sensations did suddenly cease some long time later, the young man wasn’t certain at first what had happened. But sure enough, the beyond-brutal plundering of his loins had temporarily ceased, and as Matt’s consciousness swam up through a miasma of pain and lust, he saw that the ever-familiar scientists were once again back in the room with him. The team began trying to remove the clear cylinder from the young man’s huge cock, but Matt’s mighty penis had grown so impossibly huge that it nearly completely filled the glass chamber, hugging the walls and leaving just the top two or three inches of the cylinder clear. It took a considerable amount of elbow grease, but the offending pump was finally removed, allowing Matt’s newly-expanded dong to pulse proudly before him in the open air for the first time in countless days. 

The dazed young Marine was stunned by what he saw, for his mammoth prick barely even resembled the bullish cock that he remembered. The mighty phallus was swollen to truly monstrous proportions, and was now so long and so astoundingly thick that Matt knew he’d never be able to fuck again — there was simply no ass or pussy or mouth built big enough to accommodate such a gargantuan tool. Even as he watched, the enormous elephant cock belched out a slurry of jellied spunk, the messy dregs of his most recent cum load. 

As a medical table was set up in front of the exhausted young Marine and various equipment laid out, the lead scientist addressed Matt for the very first time, speaking to him in broken English. “We finally have all of sperm dat we need. Master very pleased with performance, milk you more dan ten times longer dan any other slave. Great honor! But no longer need more sperm from your big balls, so we fix it so you cannot cum anymore.” 

“I knew it was only a matter of time, you sick fuckers!” shouted Matt in response, his voice even deeper and more rumbling than ever after days and days of shouting and bellowing. “Go ahead!! CUT my huge bull balls off!! I’ll STILL be more of a man than any of you!!” 

“Da, da, dat be true,” the scientist said with a condescending laugh, “but we no cut balls off of you. Not yet. No, we cut cords dat bring sperm out of balls through cock. Trap sperm inside of balls. Make balls manufacture more and more sperm, but no way to get out. Make balls swell bigger still! Make you crazy with lust and pain!” 

“Do your worst, you filthy Commie bastards!! I can fuckin’ TAKE it!!” 

“At this point, I no longer doubt that you can!” responded the lead scientist, reluctant admiration clear in his voice. 

Despite his bravado, Matt’s bright blue eyes flew wide as he watched one gloved scientist pick up a scalpel from the table, and he felt another pair of scientists swabbing the backside of his massive ballsac with an antiseptic solution. He kept shouting out invectives and curses even as he felt the sharp pain of the scalpel cutting a short, shallow slice into the back of his sac, about halfway down the five-plus inch neck of their enormous dangle. Though the pain was sharp and immediate, in truth, the cut was not very long, and was carefully made only to expose all of the structures beneath the skin, not to sever them. 

Matt could feel blunt gloved fingers rooting around inside of his scrotum, a very foreign and disturbing sensation indeed, and he felt a slight tugging sensation as first one sperm duct and then the other was located and pulled partway out of the opening. He knew full well what they were doing, preparing him for an involuntary vasectomy, but despite that knowledge and the extremely odd sensation of having another man’s fingers INSIDE of his scrotal sac, Matt could feel his traitorous cock speeding toward yet another orgasm, this one hand’s free and without the need of artificial stimulation. The hunky bull Marine didn’t know what that said about him, the fact that he was getting off on his own slow unmanning, but he couldn’t help but admit that he was turned on more than ever before. 

Matt felt the cold steel of the scalpel pressing lightly against the sides of his two sperm ducts, and the lead scientist gloated, “You ready, American pig? We are going to cut cords and make you impotent steer! No more shooting huge cum loads for you! Your time as virile male about to end!” 

As the blade began to cut into the two cords, Matt’s entire muscle-bound body arched backwards and he let out a primal bellow of agony, just as the first gigantic bolt of creamy white bull spunk shot from his massive cock and spewed right into the startled face of the gasping scientist! There was so much chunky splooge in that first single wad alone that it completely shellacked the man’s face, glueing his eyes closed and making him sputter for breath. The panicking scientist managed to duck out of the way just in time to avoid a second mighty blast, allowing the titanic rope of sperm to rocket nearly halfway to the far door, painting a thick stripe of white, pearlescent goo nearly two dozen feet long on the cold concrete floor! 

Meanwhile, the scientist armed with the scalpel was sawing his blade back and forth across the two trapped cords. Despite the razor sharpness of the steel blade, the scientist was having a hard time cutting through the unusually tough and fibrous cords, allowing another half dozen utterly MASSIVE blasts of pure stud sperm to jet forth from Matt’s colossal cock like some enormous volcanic explosion of primal male goo. In many ways, it was a fitting swan song for the young Marine’s epic and unparalleled manhood. 

As the scalpel cut partway into the young man’s sperm ducts, thick white fluids began to spurt from the halfway severed cords under high pressure, quickly coating the scientist’s gloved hands and making his work very slippery. But the scientist maintained his focus and kept right on cutting. 

Matt gave one final, ferocious bellow of pain just as the scalpel finished its work, completely and abruptly severing both of the young man’s thick sperm cords. At that same moment, a final, mammoth, majestic slug of spunk erupted from the Marine’s thundering bull cock, a final proud salute to his magnificent manhood. Another dozen gradually diminishing spurts followed, growing less and less milky as the final sperm cells were purged from his plumbing until the final shots ran clear, utterly devoid of sperm. The handsome and hunky soldier’s last fertile load as an intact male was now splattered all over the uncaring floor in front of him, an astoundingly enormous and very slippery mess of procreative material left to slowly cool and congeal on the concrete floor. 

The massively muscled Marine slumped in his restraints once the deed had been completed, his colossal cheat heaving as he struggled to regain his breath. The lead scientist, meanwhile, was writhing on the floor and desperately trying to scoop the thick Marine spunk off of his face, his eyes burning in agony as the caustic fluid bathed his eyeballs. A low rumbling sound could be heard coming from Matt’s gigantic cheat, and it took the other scientists a few moments to realize what it was — laughter! Amazingly, after just having had his sperm cords severed, the handsome muscle bull was laughing!! 

“How does it feel, you fucking prick?” Matt said to the screaming and crying scientist. “Having a REAL man’s spunk in your eyes? My fuckin’ baby batter is so thick, you’ll be washing your eyes out for DAYS! Serves you right, you mother fucker!” 

The lead scientist barked out some orders in Russian with a hoarse voice, even as he continued to writhe in a pool of Matt’s thick splooge. The other scientists were broken from their temporary paralysis and got back to work. It was then that the scalpel-wielding scientist noticed that Matt’s still-convulsing balls were continuing to pump out thick, clotted chunks of his spermy goo, pouring out of the severed ends of his ball cords and coating the scientist’s gloved hand. He immediately traded his scalpel for a needle and started suturing closed the severed ends of the Marine’s spermatic cords, quickly stemming the flow of rick spunk. When the ends of the cords were all neatly sealed, the scientist gently placed the split cords back inside of the young man’s nutsac, and then stitched the small cut closed in the back of the scrotum. It was such a small and clean cut that, given time to heal, not even a hint of a scar would remain. 

The lead scientist struggled to his feet, his face, chest, and shoulders still dripping with prime Grade-AAA Marine nut snot and his tear-streaming eyes red and bloodshot. He then screamed at the grinning grunt, “You think you have last laugh! HA! Your tortures have only just begun, you filthy, oversexed American dog! Now we use your virility against you! We turn machines back on, stimulating balls to produce even MORE of your vile sperm! But now, sperm has nowhere to go, building up inside balls! Need to cum grows more and more! Maybe drive you insane, yes?”

The angry scientist barked out a few more commands in Russian, and the other men started turning the various instruments back on. The demonic dildo still lodged deep in the Marine’s hot and steaming bowels started up once again, pumping in and out and vibrating against the young man’s chronically swollen prostate. The electro-stimulation of his balls, nipples, armpits, and other erogenous zones started up again as well, but this time the scientists added more than a dozen more adhesive pads, this time to the titanic length of the young man’s bloated bazooka of a cock. The bulk of the new pads were clustered on the swollen glans and first few inches of the shaft, but other pads extend down the entire, 16+ inch length all the way to the thick base. 

Erotic pleasure slammed into Matt’s aching loins harder than ever before, and the young man let out an involuntary moan of agonized pleasure. Yet another massive orgasm was hurtling down the tracks toward him, and the beefy bull was completely powerless to stop it. Only minutes after the forced stimulation resumed, the hulking young Marine was thrown over the edge once more into a powerful orgasm. 

Matt bellowed as the familiar contractions started hammering through his crotch, his gigantic tool bobbing and bouncing as it prepared to unleash yet another massive he-man load. But this time, to the handsome bull’s dismay but the glee of the watching scientists, the first blast from his cock is nothing more than a thick squirt of crystal clear slime. The next blast, though even bigger, is equally devoid of color, utterly empty of viable, living sperm! The mighty, hyper virile muscle bull was now shooting nothing but slippery and gelatinous blanks!! 

The volume of fluid being purged from Matt’s muscular loins was but a fraction of the normal deluge, but even so it was an astounding amount of liquid squirting out of his cannon of a cock. The clear seminal juices sprayed out for more than a dozen feet in front of the bound muscle hunk, splattering the floor with large droplets and streamers of what was essentially precum. The handsome Marine pumped his muscular hips throughout his powerful orgasm, making his wrecking ball sized bull nuts sway ponderously forward and back, but there was now nothing he could do to purge the load of sperm that was starting to build up inside of his nuts. 

Lance Corporal Schmidt realized that he was indeed going to be in a world of trouble soon — with no way to empty his mighty bull nuts of their ever-increasing supply of sperm, his huge man eggs would soon get very, very congested indeed. The valiant young Marine knew that he was going to be in for a world of hurt. 

As a final insult before leaving the room, the lead scientist ordered the janitorial staff to clean up the huge mess of splooge all over the floor. Matt was made to watch as caustic bleach was poured all over his final load of lush and healthy sperm, obliterating his last load as an intact male. The young muscle bull would never again be able to shoot out a single solitary sperm cell! 

Marine Corp Meat - Part 3

Marine Corp Meat, Part 3

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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Untold hours into the plane flight, word was passed from the cockpit to the Russian troops wailing upon Lance Corporal Schmidt’s bound and trussed up body. Matt couldn’t understand what was being said, as it was all in Russian, but whatever the news was, it made the soldiers begin to shout and laugh and dance around the cargo hold. The cocky Russians taunted their giant Marine captive, and though Matt couldn’t understand the words, the intent was clear. Some decision had been made regarding the hulking Marine’s fate, and whatever that fate was, it made the evil and cruel soldiers very excited and happy. 

And young Matt knew that whatever was making these vile men happy could not be good news for him. 

Sure enough, Matt could feel the massive cargo plane make a wide banked turn, changing direction and heading to a new destination. Just what that destination was, and what would happen to him once he arrived there, remained unknowns to the hunky bound Marine…

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It was several more hours before the huge aircraft made its landing, and in that time, the Russian soldiers seemed to redouble their efforts to use and abuse the enormous stack of bound muscles. They knew that their limited time with this paragon of manhood was coming to an end, and they wanted to wrest every grunt, howl, and bellow of pain that they could from the handsome stud, and purge every last ounce of seed that they could from his fantastically virile boulder balls. 

By the time the plane finally landed, a fresh layer of bruises, welts, and shallow lacerations overlaid those created many hours earlier in a basement somewhere in the Ukraine. Matt’s horribly tortured shoulders had very nearly been dislocated from their sockets, but as a testament to the young Marine’s extraordinary strength, the mighty deltoid muscles somehow held on despite the hours and hours of tortured suspension. Sweat ran off of the stud’s hulking muscles in rivers, the salty fluid stinging every cut and welt on his once perfectly unblemished, tanned skin. Yet despite the extremely bruised and battered appearance of his body, despite the exhaustion resulting from nearly four full days of continuous brutal tortures, the young Lance Corporal’s form remained absolutely magnificent. Each mark and welt seemed to only highlight his extraordinary masculine beauty, not detract from it. And the fact that the young man’s will and spirit still somehow remained unbroken only added to his deep manly appeal. 

As badly as his body had been abused, however, the damage was all superficial, and would clearly heal in time. The havoc wreaked on his gigantic genitals, however, appeared far more profound and extensive. His mammoth, fourteen-plus-inch erection had been rock hard for so long that it looked bloated, distended, the many thick and tortuous veins running up and down the colossal shaft looking so swollen and angry that they might actually burst. His exquisitely-shaped male appendage was covered in more welts, wounds, and bruises than almost any other part of his body, but no matter how hard and how viciously they abused his mammoth meat, Matt’s titanic bull cock stolidly refused to grow even the least bit soft. 

The young Marine’s gigantic bollocks had been even MORE horribly mauled, if that was even possible. The stud’s mighty nuts were so heavily mangled and battered that they barely even looked like a set of testicles anymore, their surfaces a nearly uniform dark purple of extensive bruises, the thick sac abraded in a dozen places, the gonads themselves swollen and puffy from all of the unrelenting trauma. 

Yet despite the extreme brutality heaped upon Lance Corporal Schmidt’s herculean bull nuts, his manhood miraculously remained intact! The size, power, and frequency of his seminal emissions did not slack in the slightest, nor did the unusual and almost inhuman thickness and viscosity of his manly fluids diminish, remaining just as thick and chunky and lush with alpha stud sperm as ever. 

Matt’s extraordinary sexual stamina both infuriated and powerfully aroused the cruel Russian soldiers, and even as the massive cargo plane was landing, they kept hurling abuse after painful abuse upon the young Marine’s bullish manhood, trying in vain to exhaust the mighty stud. But Lance Corporal Schmidt continued to endure it all, bellowing and braying in brutal pain even as he continued to taunt and curse the vicious soldiers. 

After taxiing for a short distance, the plane’s engines ceased and the cargo door opened. A gust of furnace-like heat washed into the large cargo hold, making the panting bull stud sweat even more profusely. Matt looked out the opening and saw a landscape of barren and virtually lifeless desert at the base of equally dry, brown, and austere mountains. He suspected that he was somewhere in the southern reaches of Russia, or perhaps even in northern Afghanistan, but he realized that his destination mattered little, for there could be no hope of discovery or rescue. 

The cockpit doors opened, and one of the men exiting the head of the plane was none other than the richly-dressed businessman from hours earlier. The Russian walked up to the bound muscle Marine and said, “Well, my handsome muscle man, this is where we part company. And I am sorry to say, we will not be seeing each other again. Your new master is not known for keeping his acquisitions for long, so I am afraid you have, how do you say… drawn the short straw?” 

The businessman reached out one well-manicured hand to fondle the underside of Matt’s heavy, stretched out, horribly bruised ballsac, cupping as much of that extraordinary double-barreled mass of man meat as possible. The young man’s humongous balls were slick with sweat and his own copious seminal fluids, allowing the man’s hand to glide easily over the hot and tortured flesh. He gave a few gentle, exploratory squeezes, and he could feel that the swollen testicles were far softer and squishier than they had been at the beginning of the flight. At the same time, however, the businessman was surprised and impressed with how much firmness yet remained in the titanic testes, a true testament to their tremendous durability and strength. 

“Such a shame,” the well-dressed man continued. “You are such an extraordinary specimen of prime manhood, and it is pity that you will not survive intact for much longer. Such massive and powerful genitals could have provided years of entertainment in other hands, but your new owner has more immediate plans for these.” He hefted the young man’s colossal bollocks several more times, deeply admiring their enormous size and staggering weight. “Yes, such a pity…” 

The Russian then drew a handkerchief from his breast pocket with a free hand, cleaned the sweat and splooge off of his other hand, and bid the big Marine farewell. Matt growled and spat after the man, refusing to show the slightest hint of fear or hopelessness. He then turned his attention to the waiting Russian soldiers and, with a sneer on his ruggedly handsome face, shouted, “Well, what are you Commie fucks waiting for?! Why don’t you cut me down and take me to my new ‘owner’?! C’mon, I ain’t got all day!” 

The grumbling Russians finally lowered an aching and exhausted Matt Schmidt to the floor, and the moment his big naked feet hit the deck, his screaming shoulders began to throb with relief. The pain was still blinding, and he knew that he wouldn’t have much strength in his ill-used arms until they’d had some time to heal and recover, but he finally felt he could breathe a big, if temporary, sigh of relief. His ankles were quickly shackled together once more with a short line of thick chains, and his wrists remained chained behind his back, so there was nothing big Matt could do to free himself. Worse, the 20-kilo lead weight remained chained around the neck of his deeply throbbing bull balls, continuing to mercilessly pull and yank at his horribly battered man eggs with each and every step. The big man therefore put up no overt resistance as he proudly marched down the ramp at the rear of the plane. 

The sunlight hit the huge Marine almost like a fist, the oppressive heat seeming to magnify a thousandfold as the searing rays scorched his tender, battered flesh. Apparently none of the other captive American soldiers were being offloaded at this location, for the plane’s cargo door was already closing, and the engines coming back to life for a quick takeoff. The huge, hulking Marine gave a silent prayer of thanks that none of his fellow grunts would be suffering the same fate that was in store for him. Matt didn’t look back, instead focusing his crystal blue gaze straight ahead to the waiting military truck. The naked hulk was unceremoniously loaded into the back of the cargo truck, and with the doors closed, the vehicle sped off to its next destination… 

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The drive couldn’t have lasted more than half an hour, and at some point, Matt was certain that they had entered some sort of building, likely carved directly into the face of one of the nearby mountains. The air inside the vehicle grew mercifully cooler once they were no longer out in the sun, though it was still stuffy and warm inside the back of the truck. Finally, the truck came to a full stop and the rear doors were opened, revealing an enormous chamber beyond. 

Matt knew he was right about being inside the belly of a mountain the moment he looked out the doors, for the large vaulted room was clearly an underground chamber of some kind. The rough-hewn ceilings extended a good 100 or 120 feet overhead, and the vast, cement-floored room could have held an entire football field complete with grandstands, and still have room to spare. Instead, the chamber was filled with all manner of military vehicles and weapons, and was swarming with Russian soldiers. Those closest to the bound and naked muscle giant stopped and stared, their mouths gaping at the sheer size and power of the Marine bull stud as he was hustled out of the truck. Big Matt just grinned and proudly puffed up his enormous chest, swaggering as much as the thick iron leg shackles would allow. He might be going to his doom, but he was determined to show these Russian punks what a REAL man looked like! 

The handsome Marine wasn’t given long to survey the huge vault, for he was quickly marched through another set of double doors into what was clearly some sort of laboratory complex. The large, while-walled room was brightly lit, and all sorts of medical equipment was scattered throughout the big room. Men and women in stark white lab coats and masks rushed around, though more than a few stopped to stare at the huge naked bull as he sauntered into the room. 

“Okay, you sick fucks!” Lance Corporal Schmidt shouted in his deep baritone as he entered the room, stunning the scientists and doctors into silence. “Bring on the fuckin’ torture! I’m the biggest, toughest, strongest damn muscle bull you’re ever gonna meet, and I can handle ANYTHING you fuckers wanna dish out! Bring it ON!!” 

One of the Russian soldiers angrily drove the butt of his rifle into Matt’s lower back, striking the young man directly over one of his kidneys, but the huge stud didn’t even flinch, the rifle simply bouncing off the iron-hard muscles. The handsome Marine just looked back and sneered at the offending Russian, who involuntarily backed up a step in fear, and the naked muscle beast began to walk across the room like he owned the place. 

The bound Marine was ushered into a large side room, all four walls covered in white tiles and the ceiling and floor made of sealed and shellacked gray concrete. Various pieces of equipment and instruments littered the outside edges of the room, but Matt’s attention was focused on the set of manacles and chains set up in the middle of the room. Sure enough, that’s where the soldiers led him, and his existing bindings were replaced with those already in the room. Soon enough, the young man’s four enormously muscular limbs were stretched out in a spreadeagled pattern, his wrists raised aloft by thick chains bolted into the ceiling, and his ankles held fast by equally-thick chains imbedded into the floor. Lance Corporal Schmidt was once again completely bound and incapacitated, his massively muscular frame suspended more than a foot above the cold stone. 

With the huge Marine muscle bull once again bound and helpless, the soldiers were ushered out of the room by the white-clad scientists, who then stepped forward to start inspecting their latest addition. Many eyebrows shot upward as they looked over the unbelievably enormous muscle man, and several shook their heads or whistled in stunned disbelief at his utterly magnificent physique and beyond-prodigious sexual endowments. Others looked disapprovingly upon the state of the huge muscle stud, for he had clearly been poorly used and abused before arriving at the laboratory. 

The first thing the scientists did was lift up the huge lead ball hanging from his goliath nuts, much to Matt’s great relief, and unshackle the chain from around his stretched out scrotum. After so many hours of being yanked downward by the heavy weight, Matt’s huge nuts were dangling exceedingly low in their sac, hanging more than four inches below his lean and muscular crotch, but at the moment Matt didn’t care. He was just grateful to have the heavy weight removed from his aching nuts. 

The scientists’ second action was to thoroughly wash and clean their hunky captive. High-powered hoses were used to blast his tender and battered flesh with soapy water, and then bristle brushes and scouring pads were used to vigorously scrub his skin. Matt couldn’t help but wince and grunt as their ungentle work opened up the worst of his cuts and scrapes once again, but he refused to cry out in pain. That work was even harder when the scientists used harsh antiseptics to clean these same wounds, and he couldn’t help but grunt now and then as the stinging unguents and ointments burned his aching flesh. But soon enough, Matt’s skin was gleaming and the worst of his wounds tended and dressed. They even cleaned out his shit chute, sticking a slender hose up his butt and washing out his guts several times. But considering that the big man hadn’t had a single thing to eat for more than four days, there was very little to clean out. 

The scientists next inserted several IV needles into the pencil-thick veins coursing over each of his forearms, and a cocktail of fluids, nutrients, and electrolytes was fed into the much-depleted bull stud. Young Matt had to admit that he was already starting to feel better within minutes of the infusion of fluids and nutrients, bolstering his flagging strength and preparing him for whatever ministrations might come next. 

With relatively little attention being played to Matt’s massive genitals, however, the young Marine’s mighty bull cock was finally allowed to grow limp, hanging like an exhausted third limb over his extremely low-hanging bollocks. But that state of affairs didn’t last for long. The big, muscular grunt realized that the IV fluids must have contained some sort of performance-enhancing drugs, for his thick, limp horse cock started to plump up and rise once again. Powerful erotic pulsations surged through Matt’s heavy loins, and his huge and freshly-cleaned penis was soon once again standing at its full, proud fourteen-plus inches of magnificent man meat. Shortly after that, long and slender ropes of clear lust honey began to drip from the slit in the swollen cock head, signaling that the young man’s pipes had once again been primed and were ready for plundering. 

Matt’s eyebrows went up as he saw a pair of scientists wheel over another large piece of equipment. The muscular Marine grunt had grown up on a cattle farm in the Midwest, so he knew a milking machine when he saw one. But he had only seen such machines used on the udders of female cattle before; this machine had clearly been modified for use on the human male member, and this particular model had even been specially sized for Matt’s own beyond-prodigious proportions. The clear cylinder was placed over the entire length of Matt’s colossal shaft and the suction-cup base fastened tightly around the very root of his thick column of man meat. The young Marine felt other hands pawing at his massively muscular butt cheeks, and though he immediately tensed his thick and beefy ass muscles as hard as he could, he couldn’t prevent the insertion of a long, slick rod of some sort into the hot depths of his butt. 

Finally, a series of adhesive pads were placed over various sensitive parts of his body, including his nipples, his armpits, and the deeply etched Adonis belt leading down to his groin. Over a dozen of these pads were placed on Matt’s humongous balls as well, with half a dozen adhesive pads placed on each of his behemoth bollocks. Each adhesive pad was attached by a slender wire to a machine displaying a complex keyboard of dials and switches. Matt suspected he knew what those dials and switches were for, and he braced himself for what was to come. 

The lead scientist took his place in front of the control panel and started fiddling with the dials. Immediately, Matt felt the cylinder engulfing his dick start to decompress, sucking his massive meat even more firmly into its embrace and using the newly-created vacuum to pump it to even greater dimensions. At the same time, the slender metal dildo imbedded deeply inside his fantastically muscular ass began to activate, slowly pumping deep into his insides even as it began to vibrate against his swollen, oversized prostate. Finally, the pads attached to his mighty body began to turn on, providing electric stimulation to the most sensitive and erogenous zones of the young Marine’s magnificent body. 

Lance Corporal Matthew Schmidt was ferociously randy at the best of times, but now that every pleasure center in his enormous body was being expertly stimulated at the same time, the young man was being taken to heights of pleasure he had never even imagined before. And even though his mighty genitals had been so cruelly mauled and mangled after four days of relentless, unceasing torture, the young man quickly felt a huge orgasm building inside of his bruised and aching loins. 

Matt tried to hold back his orgasm by sheer will alone, wanting to deny his captor’s their prize, but it felt like he was trying to hold back the ocean. The scientist kept cranking up the dials, increasing the incredibly erotic sensations that were flowing through the young grunt’s body. The stud’s big toes began to curl with the intensity of the pleasure, and he was soon unwillingly grunting and moaning. Matt clamped down on his groin muscles with all of his extraordinary might, willing his renegade body into obeying him, but it was no use — his mighty orgasm would not be denied. 

Still, Matt held off for just over twelve minutes, a full eight and a half minutes longer than any other man had held back before, deeply impressing all of the scientists in attendance and those watching remotely through the myriad of cameras trained on the young Marine bull. In the end, though, Matt’s hyper virile body betrayed him, and with a roar of ecstasy and defeat, the handsome muscle giant let loose with his first titanic orgasm. 

Thick and incredibly lush pulses of Matt’s creamy spunk began to flood the top of the cylinder encasing his spasming bull cock, only to be almost instantly whisked away by the suction tubing at the end of the pump. The white bullion of Matt’s beefy loins was deposited inside a large containment canister nearby, the loud and chunky splattering and plopping sounds making a nice counterpoint to Matt’s own cries and bellows of release. The Marine’s entire monumental frame quaked and shuddered with the violent intensity of his orgasm, and the feelings of erotic bliss were so powerful that the young man thought he might almost lose consciousness. But the mighty stud was far too strong for that, and he stayed fully awake and aware for what had to have been the single largest orgasm in his entire young life! In the end, his monumental orgasm lasted nearly two full minutes and produced well over a full LITER of his rich and sperm-packed spunk. 

Matt slumped in his restraints at the end of his earth-shattering orgasm, trying to regain his breath, but his reprieve was short lived. After only ten seconds or so, the demonic combination of cock pumping, ass raping, and electro-stimulating attentions to his monstrously oversized equipment had him hurtling toward orgasm once again. And again, Matt tried to hold back by force of will alone, but his great stamina was failing him. This time, it only took slightly more than seven minutes before the young Marine was blowing his second gargantuan load, just as massive and powerful as the first. 

It only took just under five minutes before Matt blew his third load, and three and a half minutes before he blew his fourth. After that, the young bound Marine fell into a rhythm of cumming every two or three minutes, each orgasm a truly titanic purging of incredibly thick and gelatinous bull spew. Whatever cocktails the scientists were pumping into his body weren’t just increasing his libido and sex drive, they were also vastly accelerating the speed at which his mammoth testicles were manufacturing his male essence. And considering just how hyper virile the mighty young Marine was to begin with, Matt suspected that he’d be flooding the entire room in no time with his chunky seed. His evil and cruel captors were turning the handsome muscle bull into a veritable sperm cow, and there was nothing that the big Marine could do to stop them!

Octopussy (REVISED) - Chapter 3

Octopussy

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

CHAPTER 3 — LT. RYAN MITCHELL MEETS DOCTOR SCHALLER

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Ryan awoke from a fitful slumber to find that wan morning light was just starting to leak in through the windows high up on one concrete wall. This weak light was more than enough for the super soldier’s genetically enhanced vision to see the tall form standing against the far wall, near the only door to the room. Seeing that Ryan was now awake, this tall form slowly strode forward, revealing a man in his early 40s clothed in a white lab coat, dark pants, and black shoes. Despite his completely bald head, the older man was quite handsome, and clearly worked hard to stay fit, for his body even beneath the white coat was obviously trim and well muscled. 

Based on the man’s age and height, Lt. Mitchell correctly guessed that this was the infamous Doctor Schaller, one of the top scientists working for the nefarious Agency. And the moment the older man opened his mouth and spoke his perfect English with a strongly German accent, Ryan knew for certain that his guess was correct. 

“Good morning, Lt. Ryan Mitchell, and welcome to my humble laboratory,” Doctor Schaller said with a sly chuckle. “How kind of you to drop in!” 

The scientist began to circle the bound and helpless muscle giant, appraising him with a critical eye. “I had thought that perhaps our intelligence reports regarding Project Adam were exaggerations, but now I see that instead they didn’t do you justice! You are magnificent!! Utterly MAGNIFICENT!! Your physique is spectacularly massive and unparalleled in its beauty, you are amazingly handsome, and you do indeed have a set of ridiculously oversized genitals that would make a stud bull jealous! I am impressed, extremely impressed indeed, and I must praise your American scientists who created such a perfect vessel of manhood. I very much look forward to learning your military’s secrets regarding how they created a super man such as you. I may be able to incorporate some of their methods into my own experiments…”

Ryan clenched his ridiculously powerful jaw at the doctor’s words, anger seething through every ounce of his being, but he refused to speak to his evil captor. Doctor Schaller didn’t seem to notice Lt. Mitchell’s reticence, and continued addressing the massively muscled soldier as if they were having a completely normal conversation. 

“I have just gotten back your preliminary lab analyses and results. Oh yes, did I forget to mention? I took some hair, skin, and tissue samples during your brief period of unconsciousness, as well as blood and other bodily fluids. I will no doubt be studying these samples for months -- if not years -- to come, but I can already confirm that all of your physiological attributes are off the charts, far beyond the realm of human norms. And your genetic code is nothing short of a masterpiece!”

Lt. Mitchell squirmed against his restraints, gigantic muscles bulging and flexing mightily, uncomfortable at being described like some sort of gifted lab rat. Though he was proud of all of his remarkable abilities and utterly loyal to the military science machine that had created him, Ryan was still embarrassed about being a glorified test tube baby, despite all of the super human abilities that afforded him. 

“But these lab results really only tell me part of the story. To get at the real extent of your strength and abilities, I’m going to have to run you through your paces. Perform some ‘stress testing’, if you will.” Doctor Schaller chuckled at his own attempt at humor, and then continued, “I must know just how strong you are, and define the limits of your spectacular abilities, before I can determine exactly what role you can play in my own genetic experiments. So let’s begin, shall we?” 

Doctor Schaller grabbed a large pair of blunt scissors from a nearby table and, with the excitement of a little boy on Christmas morning, he started carefully cutting away at the full body wetsuit that still clung to Ryan’s heroically muscular body like a second skin, starting from the top and working his way down. The young soldier’s utterly magnificent body started coming into view as more and more of his suit was cut away from him. Smooth, perfectly unblemished skin was stretched tight as a drum over muscles so massive, so chiseled, so enormously developed that they would look comical…if they weren’t so overwhelmingly gorgeous and masculine. Ryan’s stunningly handsome head sat upon a neck so bullishly thick with muscle as to defy dress shirt makers everywhere! The young man’s colossal arms were revealed next, bursting with power, each gargantuan gun easily the size of a slender man’s waist! Revealed next were shoulders bigger than basketballs, a phenomenally wide back, and pectoral muscles like thick plates of steel one would see on a tank! The doctor’s eyes bugged out even larger when he cut away more of the wetsuit to display Ryan’s utterly chiseled and corrugated midsection that tapered down to an almost impossibly narrow waist, before flaring out again into a pair of mammoth thighs that were each LARGER than the lad’s own waspish waist! Calves that should more rightly be called ‘bulls’, such was their enormous size and diamond-like hardness, supported those colossal thighs! An ass like a pair of huge muscular boulders, as mouthwateringly shapely as they were massive, were revealed last! The young super soldier was like an ultimate muscle worship fantasy come to life!! 

Soon, all that was left of Ryan’s shredded wetsuit was a tattered, bulging sphere of neoprene struggling valiantly to contain the colossal, protuberant mass of male flesh jutting from the young man’s muscular groin. Doctor Schaller couldn’t believe the sheer eye-popping SIZE of the straining bulge, and he longed to see if the report’s details on the young soldier’s genitals were actually true or just some sort of impossible wet dream. 

The doctor’s hands were visibly trembling with undisguised lust as he carefully cut away the last vestiges of Ryan’s black rubber wetsuit and allowed his enormous cock and balls to finally tumble into view. Doctor Schaller’s jaw literally dropped open as he drank in the enormity of what he was seeing, and Lt. Mitchell couldn’t help but crack a wry smile of his own — he had long grown accustomed to the reactions that his heroically oversized genitals elicited in others back at the military base and science labs, but he still couldn’t help but enjoy the shock and awe that his massive block and tackle produced in others. 

Doctor Schaller first noticed the gigantic slab of limp beef that fell ponderously between the young man’s bound thighs. He was instantly reminded of the huge bratwurst logs he used to see as a child back in Berlin whenever his parents would take him to the butcher’s shop, for even in its completely flaccid state, Ryan’s mighty schlong was easily as long as those enormous tubes of smoked and seasoned meat, and thicker besides! A thick hood of foreskin covered the enormous bulb of meat at the end of that colossal shaft, a shapely cock head that even now in its completely shrunken state was the size of a large ripe apple. The enormous, limp man tool was longer than the biggest boner he’d ever seen on a man, and every bit as thick as a beer can! The doctor couldn’t wait to see how huge the young man’s phallus must get when it was fully hard!! 

The scientist’s wide eyes then took in the utterly enormous sac of man nuts that swung amazingly low behind that mighty beast of a cock. Each colossal testicle was the size of a big, ripe coconut, far surpassing the size of any gonads the doctor had ever seen on man or beast. The twin testes must have been exceptionally dense and heavy as well, for their combined weight stretched out the young man’s scrotum to an astounding 5 inches, the longest natural dangle the doctor had ever seen. The young man’s nuts were so impossibly huge and hung so ponderously low, in fact, that they very nearly stretched down beyond the tip of the muscle man’s 13-inch soft cock! 

With his great prize stripped naked and fully exposed, Doctor Schaller tossed down his scissors and began to hungrily grope and fondle the massive hulking soldier bound spreadeagled before him. Ryan could only grit his perfect teeth in cold fury as he felt his body violated by the scientist’s greedy, groping fingers, and no part of his spectacular body was ignored by the man’s abhorred touch. 

The eager doctor couldn’t believe the sheer SIZE of the young man’s muscles, or how heavy and dense they felt in his exploring hands. They were so hard and solid that it almost felt like someone had stretched warm, soft skin over a living granite statue. Doctor Schaller couldn’t even dent those massive muscles no matter how strong he squeezed his hands — there was no doubt about it, Ryan was built both huge AND tough. 

Doctor Schaller purposely refrained from touching Lt. Ryan’s mammoth genitals until he had first explored every other inch of the young man’s glorious body. Finally, his clutching fingers grasped the foot-plus of spongy cock hanging so huge and heavy from the young man’s crotch. For the first time, the scientist’s fingers could sink into the young man’s genetically-toughened tissues, but only partway, for even completely limp, there was a firmness and density to the young man’s penis that was astonishing. Doctor Schaller throttled the middle of that enormous shaft as hard as he could, trying unsuccessfully to strangle that mighty trouser beast, and feeling the young man’s powerful heartbeat pulsing through that enormous limb of a cock. 

Next, the doctor used both of his big hands to cup the undersides of Ryan’s utterly gargantuan balls, gently lifting those twin bollocks upward for better inspection. Schaller was first struck by how warm Ryan’s nuts were to the touch, almost hot in fact, like a pair of egg-shaped furnaces. The mammoth orbs dwarfed the doctor’s big hands, filling them to overflowing. But perhaps the most astounding realization was that those mighty balls were even heavier than they looked! The young man’s nuts not only looked like a pair of heavy steel shot put balls, they were damn near as heavy as well!! 

“Okay, my hugely-hung friend! It’s time that we find out just how huge this beast of a cock can get. And since you’re unlikely to willingly assist me in that department, I’m going to use one of my toys to get you going.” 

With a wicked smile on his face, Doctor Schaller picked up a large stainless steel dildo and began to lubricate its long metal length. A series of cords and cables extended from the base of the big anal invader, attached to a console with a variety of dials and switches. Once the dildo was sufficiently lubed up, the doctor knelt behind the young man and began to wedge the dildo into the deep crevasse between those colossally muscular butt cheeks. Ryan clenched his ass muscles down with all of his might, but was unable to prevent the slick dildo from slipping into that deep cleft and pressing up against his virgin hole. No matter how hard he tried, the grunting and straining muscle hunk couldn’t keep that blunt metal club from plunging deep into his ass with one powerful thrust! 

Lt. Ryan Mitchell suddenly felt something he’d never experienced before. As the tip of the steel dildo slammed up against his bloated, oversized prostate, a jolt of pure electricity shot through his entire body. And when Doctor Schaller flipped a switch and the invading probe began to vibrate against his swollen sex gland, the young soldier knew for the first time that he was in real trouble. 

Completely against his will, Ryan’s treacherous cock began to slowly bloat and expand as his body reacted to the invasion of his guts. The stunningly handsome young soldier squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his powerful jaw with the effort he was making to will his cock back to softness, but it was soon obvious that he was losing this battle. The already huge cock began to bloat and plump bigger and bigger, adding to its eye-popping length and girth, but still pointing straight down! It wasn’t until the mammoth tool had added a couple of inches in length that it finally began to crank upward, looking like some sort of primordial beast rearing up out of the ocean depths. And STILL it kept on growing, reaching a size never before dreamed of by man! 

Finally, with the humongous, fist-sized cock head nestled between the young man’s massive and utterly magnificent pectoral muscles, Lt. Ryan’s gigantic cock reached its full tumescence. Doctor Schaller produced a cloth tape measure and, with shaking fingers, unfurled the tape down the monumental length of the young soldier’s proud rod. When he read the number at the tip of the young man’s cock, Doctor Schaller almost came spontaneously in his own pants, for Lt. Mitchell’s mighty howitzer of a dick measured an unbelievable — and frankly impossible — 18.5 inches in length!!! His mind reeling from this first number, the doctor then wrapped the tape around the circumference of the titanic, tumescent shaft to measure its girth, and obtained another simply unreal number — 13.75 inches, bigger around than many men’s upper arms!!! That equated to a shaft diameter of very nearly 4.5 inches!!! 

A stunned Doctor Schaller suddenly realized that Lt. Ryan Mitchell, this insanely hot and handsome stack of massive muscles, must still be a virgin! There was simply no WAY that the big-boned stud could possibly fit such a gigantic cock into any human orifice! Hell, even beasts as large as cows, horses, and even elephants might have a struggle accommodating such a massive penis!! With a cruel smirk on his face, the doctor realized that the American scientists were a bit TOO successful with their genetic enhancements, for this super soldier’s bloated cock and balls were so monstrously huge that he couldn’t even mate with his own species! To get a woman pregnant, Ryan would be forced to press his swollen cock head up against her vagina and simply jerk off and shoot his load up her cunnie! Doctor Schaller could almost pity the handsome muscle hunk — he was simply too much of a stud to ever fuck another human being! 

Doctor Schaller continued his exploration of Ryan’s body, now focusing on the rock hard spear of man meat jutting proudly from his muscular crotch. The doctor tried pulling that monster meat in various directions, but could barely get it to budge and inch or two no matter how he tried. The huge shaft was like some unbendable, unbreakable steel girder, and the mighty muscles and ligaments anchoring that massive cock root to his body were so insanely strong and tough that they kept that heavy tower of dense and solid flesh pointing straight upward. 

Oh yes, this was a mighty man indeed! 

“Well, they certainly broke the mold when they made you!” Doctor Schaller said, his voice sounding huskier than before. “You are an utterly magnificent specimen of manhood, Lt. Mitchell! Now it’s time to find out if you’re as unbelievably powerful as you look…”