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Thursday, October 27, 2016

The Ravaging of Giovanni - Original Version

“The Ravaging of Giovanni” By
Jotto


        Eager to improve on his bodybuilding and martial arts skills with the use of steroids, Giovanni reports to the doctor's private laboratory located in the abandon industrial park. Giovanni walks in to the dingy and musky office, and is immediately intimidated by Dr. Onan’s presence. Giovanni’s five foot and eight inch Filipino body is buff and well defined, but the doctor is a powerhouse of muscle easily twice his size.  The doctor was equally impressed with Giovanni, specifically, the sizable bulge of his manhood pressing against the inside of his blue jean cut-offs.  The one size to small tank top Giovanni was wearing showcased a major set of guns and did the best it could to cover his chiseled chest.  The doctor knew immediately that he was indeed the perfect subject for his experiments.

     “Hi, I’m Giovanni, my sensei sent me…”
       
     “Strip” Dr. Onan’s Russian accent interrupts him.
       
     “What?”
    
     ”Strip.”
    
     “Hey dude, I just came here to get…connected.  You know, steroids”
    
     “Not without exam.  Strip.”

        Giovanni ponders leaving for a moment, but it took him too long to get hooked up with this guy since his last contact got arrested, so he begins to strip by kicking off his flip-flops.  Just three undersized articles of clothing kept the boy from breaking laws against nudity.  As Giovanni peals the clothing from his muscular body, each reveal confirms the doctor’s judgment of his capacity. When Giovanni is down to just his jock strap, the doctor almost loses his composure at the sight of what he knows will soon be the next trophy on his wall.  The pouch of the athletic supporter is stretched well beyond its design limits as his carefully balanced privates roll and peek out from the sides of the skimpy garment.  As Giovanni pushes off this last little bit of clothing, his freakishly huge cock and balls are revealed.  His colossal testicles drop, fully extending his scrotum until the sack is tight.  A phallus with enormous girth and significant length, heaves forward and swings low, seeming to inhale as it comes to rest above his knees.  As the boy shifts his weight, the Herculean cock sways gently against a set of hefty balls that roll across muscular thighs.  Giovanni's unclad body stands proudly before Dr. Onan.  Years of Judo and bodybuilding have turned him into a Filipino god of tight flesh and rippling muscle.  Dr. Onan swiftly walks over to Giovanni and harpoons him in his ass with a syringe.

     “Fuck, that hurt!  What was that?”

     “Vitamin cocktail.”

     “How about a little warning next time, Doc?”  The boy protests.

     With a quick grasp on his shoulder Dr. Onan marches the boy out another door.  Giovanni, now nude and stripped of dignity, is guided down a long and dark hallway.  His bare feet stumble over the uneven floors and through puddles of water.  Unknowingly, a cow being lead off to slaughter.  Onan can’t keep his eyes of Giovanni’s privates as the boy’s thighs play a naughty game of tennis with his thick penis.  As he walks his legs paddle the plump head of his cock back and forth.  Giovanni is put off by the condition of the building.

     “What a Dump.”

     “Yes, but rent is cheap.”

        "Where are we going?"

        "To finish the testing." Dr. Onan's response is curt.

        "What about my clothes?" Giovanni asks.

        "You won't need them any more."

        Giovanni is spooked, "What did you mean by that?  I think I’ll go home now."

        "Amazing how a stack of muscles like you can be such a pussy."


     That shuts up Giovanni as they walk into a dilapidated room that is lit by a small dingy window and a glass door.   The boy recognizes his jeep through the window and thinks of making a nude sprint for his car. 

     “Is that your vehicle?”  Onan asks.

     “Yeah, I didn’t know where the front door was.  I had to walk around this whole building.  If you give me a minute, I can park it in a better spot.”

     “It can wait.”

     As Giovanni’s eyes adjust to the dim conditions, he sees a metal butchers table, an old desk and a chair are the only furnishings.  Water boils frantically in a coffeepot.  Giovanni becomes anxious not only by this site, but from the smell as well.  A scent that is more familiar to an adult movie theater.  The doctor guides the stud against the table and falls to his knees confronting Giovanni's raw beauty and his exposed massive manhood.  With firm hands, he rolls Giovanni's huge penis between his fingertips.  Giovanni is dismayed by the aggressive handling of his goods, but is willing to put up with the doctor’s antics to get the drugs he wants.
       
     "Never have I seen genitalia of such gross excess" Dr. Onan quietly remarks.

     "You can thank my father for that" is Giovanni's sheepish reply.

     “Your sizable ham and eggs would make an excellent addition to any collection of hunting trophies mounted on a wall.”

     “Yeah, right.”  Giovanni laughs nervously, but little does he know the doctor was not kidding.  That is exactly what Onan has planned for the boy’s manly package.

     “Have ever considered doing adult video?”

     “Dr. Onan, really.”

     “Nothing to be shamed of.  I have many clients in that line of work.”

     “Well if you must know, some old guy once paid me a lot of money to jack-off at a nude beach while he video taped me.”

     “Ah yes, you’re the one on rock surrounded by waves while doing fellatio on yourself.  I thought to recognized you.”

     “You mean that old fuck is showing that tape around town?”

     “Actually, selling many copies for big price, on web-site”

     “Well fuck me!  I’m going to kill that bastard.”

     Dr. Onan laughs, “You already porn star and did not know.”

     “And I thought he was doing me a favor when he gave me a copy.”

     Dr. Onan then brushes his meat to one side and starts juggling his voluminous balls with both hands.  After a few minutes, the doctor pulls out his stethoscope and holds it to Giovanni’s sack.  He asks the boy to cough and as Giovanni complies, his nuts wiggle in the doctor’s hand.

     "Perfect.  Absolutely perfect for the needs of my pets."  Onan mutters.

        "What was that, Doctor?"

        "I was not talking to you."

   After minutes of this, the doctor releases his hold on the boy.  With a touch to Giovanni's hip, Dr. Onan guides the nude stack of muscles to turn away and face the exam table.  As the stud turns, he starts to feel lightheaded. 

     “Hey dude, what vitamins did you say were in that shot?  I don’t feel right.”

     The doctor doesn’t answer as he places one hand on Giovanni’s thigh and the other on his back, guiding the dizzy boy to bend over the examination table.  The doctor's firm touch makes Giovanni compliant as he grabs onto the cold metal of the table.  The underdeveloped muscle in Giovanni’s head begins to suspect that there were more than vitamins in that shot.  Dr. Onan stands, places one hand on the back of the studs neck, licks the long middle finger on his other hand, and then without warning or permission, plunges his finger into Giovanni's tight muscular ass. Giovanni lurches and tries to brake free, but the doctor's single digit grip has great authority.
       
     "Ow!  Hey!  What are you doing to me?”  Giovanni shouts out.

        "Relax, boy while I examine you.  This probe will only take several minutes."

     After ten minutes of fingering the stud’s manhole, the doctor finally pulls his finger out of Giovanni's ass and surreptitiously raises his hand to his nose and takes in the boy's perfume for a moment.  Then he sucks on what little of Giovanni's juices accumulated on his trespassing digit.  Then with two fingers, the doctor fiercely reenters the boy’s ass.  Giovanni recoils and tries to stand, but the doctor over powers him and forces him face down on to the cold metal of the table.

     “Hey!  That really hurts!”

     "Shut up, boy!"

     “This ain’t cool!  Take your fingers out of my ass now, you mother fucker!”

     “Take like man and learn to like it, muscle boy.”

     Secure in the knowledge that his prey is now properly sedated, the doctors fingering becomes more aggressive as his long and thick digits painfully pop the Filipino’s cherry.  Giovanni refuses to believe his body is being violated like this.  He struggles helplessly with huge muscles that are now too weak from the drugs.  The pain of insertion gives way to the odd sensation of an uncaring probe removing any last trace of virginity that Giovanni may have had. Then the doctor finds what he has barbarically been searching for and presses down with great force on Giovanni's prostate.  With youthful autonomic response, the boy's body responds quickly with an erection. 

     “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

     “I think I am having fun.”  Onan laughs.

     “What?  Oh, no fucking way.”

     Giovanni can no longer deny what is taking place on and in his body.  The once proud assemblage of muscles starts to quiver like a frightened schoolgirl as he realizes that he is being, RAPED!  Giovanni takes what’s left of his strength and tries to break free once more, but he is now as frail as a kitten.  All the boy can do is scream.  But this little struggle still earns him the doctor’s ire.  Onan rips his fingers out of the boy’s glory hole and races around.  He whips off his belt and tightly binds Giovanni’s hands to the far edge of the table. 

     “Hey!  Don’t do this to me, man!  Okay, okay, wait a minute.  Untie me and I’ll do what ever you want.”  The boy pleads.

     “You already are doing what I want.”

     The doctor then pulls two sets of handcuffs out from the desk and locks the boy’s ankles down to the legs of the table.  Onan grabs him by his ponytail and yanks up his head.
    
     “Now you struggle all you want, you go nowhere!  I no more nice guy, I get busy on your man pussy now, boy!”

     As the doctor strolls back to the boy’s rear, he caresses the tight body and then slaps his firm ass for a while.  The boy distresses over his fate as the doctor punishes his hard buttocks until they’re bright red.  Onan then pulls a seat up to Giovanni’s ass and sits down for the feast he’s been looking forward to.  He buries his face into the boy’s ass and starts with a simple licking of his manhole.  His tongue digs deep into Giovanni’s glory.  As Onan revels in his feast, Giovanni fights off the thought that this new sensation actually feels good.  But all too soon, the boy screams out in pain as the smooth tongue gives way to vicious teeth that chew down on the Filipino dish.  The doctor spreads his butt-cheeks apart to the point of almost tearing Giovanni’s brown-eye open.  Onan sucks powerfully at the stud’s anus.  Giovanni feels like he’s being pulled inside out.  He is dizzy from his endless screaming and squirming.  The doctor flicks his tongue at the bits of anal flesh that are trapped between his teeth.  Desperately, Giovanni tries to fend off the doctor’s appetite by letting go of what’s left of his morning power meal.  But to Giovanni’s disgust, Onan chows down on the anal discharge like an undisciplined kid sucking on the end of a frozen yogurt machine.  The boy almost tosses his cookies at the thought of what Onan is doing, of what he is eating.  After Giovanni gives his all, the doctor wipes his lips with the back of his hand.

     “I love eating Asian.  Always so spicy.” Onan teases.

     “You disgusting sick fuck!  Oh please dude, just let me the fuck out of here and I wont say a thing to anyone!”

     “Shut up, boy.”

     Giovanni begs, “Just let me go and I’ll let you eat all of my shit!  I’ll shit as much as you want!  Huh, is that what you want from me?  I can do that for you!  I want too, really!  All the spicy shit you want!  Huh?”

     “Let me spell out for you.  You never leave here and your body now belongs to me!  This is the rest of your life.”

     Onan sticks his finger into Giovanni’s ass and pulls out a dollop of the boy’s shit.  He swings a hard punch in to Giovanni’s kidney.  As the stud cries out in agony, Onan shoves the slug of excrement into the boy’s mouth.  Giovanni gags to the point of barfing.  Copious amounts of vomit violently gush out from his mouth, flooding across the table and then pooling under his arms and chest.  Giovanni, still gagging on the taste of his own shit, starts to cry hysterically.

     “Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God help me!  I’m in hell!  I’m in hell!”

     Onan mocks him, “Oh poor baby, you did not like that?  Let’s see if you like this, my little cry baby.”

     The doctor reinserts his fingers into Giovanni’s anus, but this time he forces his whole hand into the boy’s ass.  Giovanni screams out in agony and panics uncontrollably as the doctor twists his fist around inside the stud.  The doctor reinserts his fist over and over, then faster and faster, until he’s doing it with the force of a boxer hitting a punching bag.  Each punch causes Giovanni’s walloping stiff cock to slap against the undercarriage of the table. The doctor’s free hand forces its way through Giovanni's thunderous thighs and callously grabs onto his nuts.  Onan yanks violently on his colossal family jewels to raise his ass higher, giving is fist deeper reach in to sobbing mass of beef. His cock swings like a pendulum across the surface of the table, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake.  Giovanni‘s expelled tears, mucus, and saliva coat a face that is red with pain. Judo never taught him how to get out of this hold.

        "Perfect.  Absolutely perfect." The doctor muses.

     Giovanni’s once tight and beautiful asshole is now a loose tenderized mess of blood and shit.  His glory hole is now so numb, that it allows the Filipino’s uncontrolled hysteria to simmer down to a steady painful moan.  The doctor eventually stops when he tiers of this exercise.  He releases his hold on Giovanni’s nuts and his limp body falls to the table pinning his hard cock between him and the cold metal.  Onan releases the cuffs from Giovanni’s ankles and spreads his legs causing them to drape towards the floor.  The fluids of Giovanni’s emotional breakdown glue his face to the table.  Onan reaches over to his desk and grabs a teapot of boiling water and pours it over Giovanni’s ass.  The near searing liquid burns its way into the open wounds that once was his anus. Giovanni starts screaming again, his body heaves violently and he raises his head to look back.  Onan swings the glass pot and smashes it over the boy’s head, knocking him senseless.  Blood gushes out from beneath his hair and mixes with his tears.

     “Don’t look pussy boy!  You cry like little girl you pussy boy!  You disgust me!  You have such big muscles but you cry like little pussy boy you are!  Go, cry, cry all you want, nobody hear you!  We all alone here in middle of nowhere!  Just you and me pussy boy!  Just you and me!

     Dr. Onan drops his pants, revealing a harden cock that almost rivals Giovanni’s huge phallus.  Without hesitation or lubrication, Onan fucks the boy’s numb ass.  As his body rolls around on his cock, the only indication Giovanni has of the violations taking place in his ass is the back and forth motions of his body causing his face to smear bloody and emotional juices across the table.  Shards of glass grind between his face and the cold hard metal of the table.  Giovanni’s huge balls madly slap against the table’s edge.  A face that could have launched a thousand ships now looks it has launch a thousand ships.  As painful and humiliating as it was to be fucked by a man, he was grateful it didn’t hurt as much as the fierce fisting he had received.  And as he started to convince himself that being fucked actually felt good, he was able to stop crying for a moment and catch his breath.  He then knew that there was only way for Onan to successfully get away with a crime of this magnitude. Giovanni realized that Onan has to kill him.  The logic was cold, simple and true.  With his beautiful body trashed, his humanity stripped away, and his manhood compromised, he did not wish to go on anymore.  Even if someone did manage to rescue him, what was there to rescue? Onan had successfully crushed Giovanni’s spirit.  Giovanni readied himself for the sweet release that only death could bring.  The boy closed his eyes as he drifted in to an unconscious bliss.

          It wasn’t until after Dr. Onan had shot his load that he realized his new sex toy had passed out.  He unties the hands and flips the limp heap of muscles on to its back.  Arms and legs spread out and daggle flaccid over the table’s edge.  The forced erection now towers majestically over its host’s body.  The doctor is astonished at the site of the excessively massive cock throbbing to the beat of a frantic heart.  With consternation, Onan grabs onto the mighty phallus, shakes it vigorously and then slaps it around for a while.  The cock remains rigid as a liberal amount of pre-cum surges from its tip.  The doctor aims the shaft of flesh at his mouth and samples a taste, and it is sweet.  Seminal fluid meanders down the side of the soaring cock like wax on a burning candle.  Both of the doctor’s hands reach out and work the clear fluid around the throbbing member. The massage becomes more and more energetic and then rude over the next half hour, until, the mountain of flesh erupts with a pearlescent magma.  A fountain of sperm floods a terrain of placid muscle.  Dr. Onan falls back when he’s hit by the persistent orgasm.  After nearly a minute, the torrent of semen throttles down to a trickle.  Rivers of white flow through valleys between muscles and then descend down cliffs of tight flesh, forming pools of life generating juices around the unconscious body.  Dr. Onan wipes the boy’s sperm from his face and is greatly disturbed by what he’s just witnessed.
         
     “What are you, boy?  Are you a god or just a freak of nature?  What or who created that monster between your legs?  I will cut off that beast of yours and take it for my own!”

     Onan grapples the mighty cock and pulls a switchblade from his back pocket.  The blade springs open as he holds it against the base of the shaft.  Just as he’s about to cut the member free from its owner, he calms down and reconsiders the mutilation about to take place.

     “No, not yet. I need you intact for the experiment.  I will deal with you later.”

     Onan puts his blade away and wheels the table and its contents out to the deserted street.  The doctor walks back to the office, leaving the emasculated body to bake in the hot summer sun.  As the minutes pass by, the bodily fluids that coat the young flesh start to crust over. The proud cock slowly relaxes, coming to rest on a bed of chiseled abs.   Flies congregate on the body and concentrate their efforts around the face and groin.  Just as they start to feast, the insects are frightened off by a spray of water from a hose in Onan’s clutches.  He returns to wash off the mess that was Giovanni.  The water turns the dry fluids into a pink tea that cascade off the table and to the gutters beyond.  The water also brings the boy back to this world.

     Giovanni slowly opens his eyes.  With the cool water flowing across his body and the bright light in his eyes, he thinks he is entering heaven.  But then his view of the sun is replaced with the face of Dr. Onan.

     “You awake now?  Here, have drink.”

     Onan shoves the hose into the boy’s mouth.  As he chokes on the water, Giovanni hasn’t the strength or desire to fight back and lies limp and spread-eagle in the midday sun. He hopes the water will drown him as Onan washes the cruel morning from his ravaged body.  The doctor’s ruff hands scrub away at his muscles, his face and spends some time on his hefty package.  The hose is then crammed up his ass washing out Onan’s residue.  Then he feels the doctor’s hands clamp around his neck as the flow of air to his lungs is cut off.  Is this the death that Giovanni has been looking forward too?  Dr. Onan looks into the boy’s eyes.

     “You go to sleep now.”

     “Kill me.  Please, kill me.” Giovanni pleads.

     “No boy, that honor belongs to something else.”

     As Giovanni’s world fades to black, he looks at the sun for what he knows will be his last time.  In what seemed to be a blink of an eye, Giovanni awakes sometime later to a new world that is dark and filled with lights coming from machines.  As he slowly regains his senses, he sees that he is still naked.  Thick metal shackles around his arms and legs restrain him vertically to a huge steel pipe in the middle of this room.  His time out has allowed a filament of hope to return to him.  However, that hope may be short-lived as the familiar figure of Dr. Onan emerges from the shadows.  As the doctor approaches, Giovanni starts to cry and tries to squirm out of restraints that are much stronger than him.  Onan casually reaches out and handles Giovanni’s impressive man-meat.

     “It is pity you have to die.  I would like to tame this beast of yours before I cut it off from your body.

     Giovanni doesn’t believe what he just heard. “WHAT?”

     Onan pulls out his knife and holds it to the boy’s face.  “When I done with your body and you are dying, I will stick this blade into your body just behind scrotum.”

     Onan demonstrates with his other hand as he jabs Giovanni in that very spot with his fingertips.  “Then I slice back and forth and work the blade up through your body, cutting your manhood free from your loins.  Then I use my taxidermist skills to preserve and mount your impressive genitals to a beautiful piece of wood.  And I will even hang in the right center of my trophy wall, a true place of honor for such a proud addition to my collection.  Oh, I wish you could see it”

     Giovanni starts to hyperventilate as fear of his fait sets in.  Onan pockets his knife, reaches out and strokes the boy’s massive but flaccid cock.

     “You like me to rub you out one last orgasm before you are dead?”

        "You God damned mother fucker.  I hope you rot in hell you perverted..."

        But Giovanni's ranting and attempts to escape are cut short when Dr. Onan pulls a remote control out of his pocket and thumbs the center button.  A low but powerful electrical current surges through the boy's body.  All of his huge muscles are frozen in a permanent flex by the electricity that races from cuff to cuff by way of his body.  Dr. Onan takes the rest of the day to enjoy the view of Giovanni's weighty package joggling to the motions of his electrocuted body.  Giovanni glares at the doctor and tries to spit at him every now and then, but the best he can do is drool. 

     Many hours later, Onan walks over to the vibrating heap of young muscles, and begins to molest him for a while.  Giovanni can barely feel the doctor’s violations through all the pain.  Finally, Onan smiles and walks out of the room. Giovanni occupies his time with thoughts of escape and revenge as he pisses on himself for a third time.  But then those thoughts are interrupted by the sound of two sets of footsteps coming down the hall.  Dr. Onan walks into the room followed by Giovanni's sensei.  Giovanni can't believe his eyes, but there he is.  The two men then turn and kiss each other passionately in full view of Giovanni.  The betrayal becomes all too apparent and hopelessness challenges him once again.  Giovanni's sensei was the one who sent him here and the only one who knew where he was going.  The doctor uses the remote to reduce the electrocution to half power, giving Giovanni the opportunity to express himself through the tears.

        "How could you Sensei?  WHY?" Giovanni cries out.

     Sensei coldly replies, "For our perverse pleasures, my boy.  And ever since I saw that video of yours, the one where you eat yourself and devour all three of your own ejaculations, I knew you would be perfect for our desires.”

     "But Sensei!" Giovanni sobs.  “You took me in as your own son. You personally trained me for years to be one of the best.  And I grew to loved you like the father I never…”
    
     With Judo precision, the sensei shuts up Giovanni with a bludgeoning back of the hand to his face.
     “You have never been anything more than this to me, just some dumb animal that has been fed and primed for slaughter.  This moment is what I’ve been training you for.”
    
     Giovanni rambles hysterically. “You’re lying!  You loved me!  You said so!  You can’t mean this!”

     The sensei makes way as the doctor wheels over an aquarium.  Dozens of slug like creatures cling to the walls of the tank.

     Giovanni pleads more desperately now.  “Tell me what I did wrong and I’ll be a good boy!  Please Sensei, please!  I’ll make it right!  I’ll do what ever you want!  Oh God, this can’t be happening to me!”
    
     Dr. Onan plucks out a handful of the leeches and walks over to Giovanni.  The sensei takes one and holds it up to his student's face for one last lesson.

     “They are semen leeches, the doctor will insert them into that huge cock of yours.  They will claw their way to those man-milk producing orbs between your legs.  There, they will latch on and feed on your sperm until their bodies have become fully distended."

     "Oh God, oh God, oh God, this can’t be happening to me!”  Giovanni prays.

     The doctor adds, "Don't worry, the pain of their migration should drive you insane and then make your heart fail long before they become fully engorged.  It's quite Zen-like really, your body continuing to provide pleasure and sustenance long after its death.

     Desperately, Giovanni asks, "Why, Sensei?  Why are you doing this to me?"

        Sensei instructs him, "Giovanni, you know the art we practice is largely about enduring pain.  So, the next logical step after that is the enjoyment of pain.  And with the ability to enjoy high levels of pain comes, rapture.  But since such enjoyment is usually accompanied by death, we must be content to only witness such pleasure.  But you, my prodigy, will know this rapture.  And you are our conduit to that exalted and divine level of emotion.  Goodbye, Giovanni"

     Giovanni is consumed by disbelief and desperation.  The sensei hands the semen leech back to Dr. Onan.  Dr. Onan walks over to Giovanni and kneels before him.  Giovanni tries to regain control of his body from the electricity running through him one more time, but he can't even manage to unclench his fist.  The doctor takes hold of Giovanni's ample phallus and guides a semen leech to its maw.  The leech doesn't take to Giovanni at first, but once the doctor massages some seminal fluid out of the boy, the leech quickly takes the scent.

     Desperately, Giovanni cries out, "Oh God, this is not happening!  Please don't do this to me!  I'll do anything you..."

        Giovanni's last plea is cut off by his own screams, as the semen leech digs in and starts to claw its way up his dick.  The pain is unlike anything he's ever experienced.  How could so much pain come from such a little creature?  The leech's tiny claws dig in quick and hard, shredding the inner walls of Giovanni's cock.  It then swiftly squeezes its entire body inside the doomed boy's penis.  Giovanni can feel the beast is now half way up his member and can hardly breath through his screaming.  The boy dares to look down and can make out the leech's stirrings through the thick flesh of his meat.  And the sight of blood dripping out of his penis is more than he can bear.  Extreme pressure quickly builds up in his head as the pain causes massive synaptic discharge, overloading the neurons of his brain.  He can feel his psyche starting to slip away as he becomes delirious and confused. 

     Giovanni regains control of his thoughts just long enough to see his cock is engorged to its full glory.  An erection caused by the current location of the leech in his reproductive system, but the added pressure is killing him.  The doctor coaxes a second semen leech in to his ruined manhood.  Giovanni tries to look away as the second leech enters him.  The pain of the two leeches ravaging his manhood almost proves too much for him as he chokes on his tongue.  The sensei quickly reaches into Giovanni’s mouth and straightens out the oral muscle, allowing the boy to breath.

     The sensei commands him, “Not yet my son.  You have a ways to go first.”

     He can feel the first leech reaching the base of his scrotum while the second does even more damage to the deep recesses of his loins.  Just as he thought it was impossible for the pain to get worse, the first leech reaches his right testicle and bites down hard.  This new level of pain pushes Giovanni far beyond his grasp on this reality.  Everything he knows and everything he is drift away as the overcharged neurons start to burn out like bulbs on an old string of Christmas lights.  The over pressured blood vessels in his brain burst like fireworks.  And just as the last neurons wither away, his screaming stops.  Giovanni now knows the euphoria, ecstasy and rapture that his sensei spoke of, the nirvana that exists only on that fine line between life and death.  Then all to soon, these precious last thoughts fade away.  Even though the body breathes and the heart beats on, Giovanni is gone.  What little of his brain that survives is like that of a feebleminded dog.

     Dr. Onan and the sensei have mad torrid sex at the foot of the silent shrine that was Giovanni.  As the two men are about to finish up, Dr. Onan notices, much to his surprise, Giovanni's heart is kept pumping by a brain that is now nothing more than a triple A battery.  Not being ones to pass on perverted opportunities, the two men release the stack of muscles from the restraints and leash him up like the dog he’s become.  They guide this sexual beast of burden over to a bed in the next room.  Though blood still courses through Giovanni's body, the only signs of brain activity come from his ability to walk and feel to pain. Pain caused by the semen leeches that continue to feed on the retarded stud’s balls.  Giovanni's body was now part of their perversions as the two of them took turns fucking his beautiful ass.  Forcing a blowjob out of a nearly comatose Giovanni was easy with the use of a special rig applied to the boy’s mouth.  And this macabre three-way went on for days and then weeks. The sensei and the doctor become captivated by the boy’s ability to survive the constant and vigorous abuses and violations that are done to his body.  Eventually, they invite a few privileged friends over to join in and have a crack at him.

     Once the leeches have had their fill, they leave the way they came.  Though mostly brain-dead, the boy reacts violently to the leech’s exodus and even more again when Dr. Onan introduces new leeches into the dumb boy’s massive cock.  Now nothing more than a breathing sex toy, he spends his last few days tied to the end of a leash, at the feet of his masters.  A beast of sexual burden, he unconsciously takes on the severe abuse, pain and humiliation dispensed from his owners.  Whips, paddles and chains are his only stimuli.  The semen leeches are his pets.  The electrocution post is his bed.  His body is repeatedly given over to the depraved and perverted aristocracy who are more than delighted to abuse his body.  His geyser-like ejaculations are the stuff of local folklore and worship, as many believe his sperm to have youth preserving properties.  The late Giovanni encouraged worship of his collection of muscles and genitalia, and was now unable to protest the pain and suffering inflicted on to his young and tight brown flesh. 

     Every so often, the doctor and the sensei would let this beast that was once a young man out of his kennel, and wash him down with a fire hose.  They would take it for walks and feed it dog food in between its sexual duties.  Once every morning, they attach a sump pump to the boy’s morning wood too suck out a pure sample of his semen for future cloning efforts.  On two occasions, they release the boy into the woods.  Then with bow and arrow, hunted him down like the beast he’d become.  This goes on for three weeks until the semen leeches, constant abuses and sexual performances take their toll on the sex toy’s body.  The slovenly stud’s heart starts to give out.  Too weak to move or even have a prolonged erection, it has out lived its usefulness to the doctor and the sensei.   

     The doctor fulfills the destiny he had earlier reveled to the boy, to collect a souvenir of their time together.  Onan binds the living sex toy to the electrocution post and electrifies him one last time.  The muscles of the sex beast tighten up as its eyes roll back.  And then, like a master thespian taking one last bow, the mighty phallus swells up to its full glory and becomes erect one last time.  Onan whips out his pocketknife, takes a chokehold on the young man's junk and prepares to slice it from the once proud body.  As the knife is shoved through the base of his ball sack and then his cock, the boy lets out a blood-curdling scream that bellows out of the building and echoes through the surrounding valley.  As Onan’s blade exits the body just above the base of the penis, the screaming stops.  Blood drains out of the boy and coats the floor.  The beautiful olive brown tone of his skin slowly fades to a deadlier hue.  The doctor looks up to a pair of eyes that seem to be looking back at him.  Could it be one last glimmer of Giovanni, the doctor ponders.  With both hands, he holds the severed and still erect genitals up to the boy’s face and presses them against his lips.

     Onan offers the boy one last perversion.  “You like to kiss them good bye?”

     A tear rolls down Giovanni’s cheek as he takes one last breath and spits on Onan’s face. 

     Onan laughs, “You earned that.  Now go to sleep.  It’s all over.”

     The doctor turns off the electrocution post and the boy’s muscle simmer down to a dead calm.  Giovanni's last protest is nothing more than a couple of flinches across his body and the last few beats of his heart as his head rests into his chest.   Giovanni's burial is short and covert.  They place the naked and ravaged body in his jeep and drive it over to a nearby wrecking yard, where both beautiful bodies of Giovanni and his jeep are crushed and folded into a net little cube.  Later that night, with great care and craftsmanship, the doctor preserves and then mounts Giovanni’s huge manhood to a plaque.  He hangs his new artwork on the center of his wall, beside his diplomas, precious keepsakes and other trophies. 

     Those of you wishing to pay your last respects to Giovanni can either visit his cock and balls hanging in Onan’s house, at your own risk of course.  Or can visit his body at the sensei's backyard where Giovanni, and twenty-one other cubes of former students and their cars, have been arranged to form a shrine, a shrine honoring all those that have their lives stolen while testing the ultimate limits of pain and pleasure.  The sensei is currently looking for his next prodigy.

Friday, August 26, 2016

Sorcerer’s Apprentice

Sorcerer’s Apprentice
Based on an original story by Jotto and inspired by “The Tempest” by Shakespeare 

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Only three beings occupied the storm-wracked Island: 

  • Prospero, the dark wizard, who was engaged in refining the magic that would someday give him the power he needs to punish his enemies;  

  • Caliban, the son of the deceased witch Sycorax, who was the eloquent and sensitive servant and apprentice to the wizard; and 

  • Ariel, Prospero’s spirit helper, who had been rescued by Prospero from a long imprisonment at the hands of the witch Sycorax. 

Ariel was a mercurial being, whose gender and physical form were ambiguous. The fey creature was both mischievous and ubiquitous, able to traverse great distances in an instant and able to change shapes at will, and was also well known to play cruel pranks on Caliban. Ariel hated the young and handsome Caliban, blaming the youth for his imprisonment by they boy’s mother Sycorax, and he longed to take revenge on the young man for the acts of his witch mother. The presence of Prospero, however, and the love that the wizard showed toward his adopted son Caliban, prevented the hate-filled creature from taking more than petty vengeance against the quiet young man. 

And then the day finally came when a vengeful Prospero left the Island to release his dark arts on his enemies. As he departed, he warned Ariel to stay away from Caliban, and forbade him from harming the handsome young man. But Ariel could not be held by any spell or command, and he knew that with Prospero away, nothing would remain to protect Caliban, and that he now had all the time in the world to torture and kill the wizard’s servant apprentice. 

Just a few days after the wizard’s departure, Ariel laid his trap for Caliban, a trap that involved a few pieces of special gold jewelry specially imbued with magical powers by Prospero himself. These magical items included a necklace that gave the wearer superior intelligence, bracelets that would instill abundant courage and tactical skills, a signet ring that would beckon others to obey, and a cock ring that would greatly expand the wearer’s genital and infinitely increase his virility. What made these items dangerous, as Ariel knew all too well, was that any one of these magical charms would kill those who had not completely mastered the dark arts and were not familiar with their power. 

Ariel’s plan was simple; hit Caliban with his sleeping dust and slip the magical jewelry on to his body as he slept. So late one night, as wisp of smoke, Ariel slithered under the door to Caliban’s room and rematerialized back into his androgynous form with the magical jewelry in hand. The youth was fast asleep in his simple rough bed, his breathtakingly handsome face looking almost angelic in repose. A quick sprinkling of sleep dust ensured that Caliban wuld remain deeply asleep, and a wave of Ariel's hand caused to air to stir under the apprentice’s sheets, making them inflate and float away from the young man's body. 

Like a curtain falling off a masterpiece statue at an unveiling, the discarded sheets revealed to the dancing light of a fireplace the perfectly carved form of his glorious young body. Caliban’s youth kept smooth, unblemished skin stretched tight over muscles that had been made voluptuous and defined by all the heavy lifting of his many chores. The young man's form perfectly combined raw power and masculine beauty into a living work of art. Though just past the cusp of manhood, Caliban's flesh was adorned only with the faintest of adult hairs, no courser than the fuzz of a peach. The young man combined all of the best qualities of boy and man into one perfect form. 

Ariel gazed almost regretfully upon the nude form of Caliban curled up in a semi-fetal position, and said, “My misery acquaints a young man with strange bedfellows. What shame that one so young and beautiful should have to die.” Ariel set the jewelry aside to a corner of the bed. “It would be wrong if I were to send you on your way without a parting fuck, my lovely.” 

A simple flick of his fingers cast his robe off his shoulders and down to the floor. Though older than the time of man, Ariel’s body retained the sinewy form of adolescence. His cock, proud and true, already drooled with anticipation. His delicate fingers reached out to Caliban’s round and muscular buttocks and grabbed firmly onto one of the solid mounds of flesh. Like a potter handling fine porcelain, Ariel used his hold to guide Caliban’s body onto its stomach and slid his hands down the length of the lad’s powerful legs, one at a time, coercing them to sway wide apart from each other. 

Ariel reached over to a flask of skin oil that Caliban kept nearby in an ongoing effort to become proficient in the masturbatory arts. Ariel floated the flask over the valley that separated the bulbous mounds of Caliban’s ass and then slowly turned it over, permitting only a few drips of oil out at first. The oily beads landed quickly on the steep inner slope of the apprentice’s right check and swiftly made their way down to the deep yet slim ravine that guided the drops to the glory of his hole. The drops of oil soon became a gentle cascade as the flask was tipped even more. Shimmering rivers of oil meandered through the creases of his voluminous scrotum, which rested firmly on his mattress and was packed full by the youth's big, bulky balls. The oil then pooled upon the sheets around his huge testicles as a few drops even found their way to the base of the young apprentice’s prodigious penis, which was neatly folded up under his torso and firmly pinned down to the mattress by his solid and gloriously defined stomach. 

Ariel set the flask aside and with nimble penetrating fingers worked the oil deeper into the sleeping Caliban’s anal cavity. Ariel whispered, “Do you know how beautiful your manhole is? How your inner sanctum feels warm and soft to the touch? Well, do you? I do.” 

Spellbound by the sight of his fingers deep in the young man’s tight and muscular ass, Ariel almost forgot he did not have much time before the sleeping dust wore off. “Oh yes, I must be quick or I will deny my cock the pleasures my fingers have had.” 

Swiftly, and with a hard smack to the ass, Ariel mounted the unconscious Caliban. As Ariel callously shoved his sizable cock into the apprentice’s hole, he slapped what little of Caliban’s handsome face was exposed from behind, grabbing the thick hair on the back of his head and shoving the young man’s face into the pillows. With the finesse of a lumberjack, Ariel’s cock angrily axed away any virtue from the lad’s body, deflowering him. And when Ariel notice that Caliban’s breathing was stifled by the pillows, he grabbed onto the disheveled locks of hair with both hands and reared the apprentice’s head back as if he were riding a stubborn horse. The sleeping youth's beautiful form was bent backwards, displaying his powerful musculature to great effect, and Ariel pondered for a flash of a moment if it would be more satisfying than killing him to let Caliban awaken at that moment and let the young apprentice experience the full humiliation of his rape. Prudence won out over lust, and Ariel decided not to awaken the young man. 

Growing bored with this position, Ariel kept pumping the young man’s tight ass as he effortlessly flipped the muscular and heavy youth over onto his back, grabbed his ankles, and lifted his knees to his wide and powerful chest. Ariel looked down with contempt at Caliban’s flaccid yet still extremely impressive manhood as it danced floppily around his stomach. Even limp, the young man's huge cock was larger than most men's erections, and measured nearly a foot long and thick as a wrist in its current, quiet state. Beneath that monster of a cock, hanging low and loose in their floppy scrotum, were Caliban's massive balls, each larger than the largest lemon. Though Ariel had a supernatural beauty all his own, he had always been jealous of the raw power and sheer masculine beauty of the young man, and was most jealous of all of his massive sexual endowment. 

A sudden rage came over the creature as he gazed upon Caliban's massive junk. The spirit helper let go one of the apprentice’s muscular legs, letting the meaty limb flounder to the side, and he fiercely grasped onto the base of Caliban’s balls and yanked backward. Ariel had a strength that belied his slender frame, and he cruelly pulled the young man's huge and bountiful balls almost to the point of tearing them off. The mighty man orbs were stretched to just over 6 inches from his muscular crotch, straining against Ariel's frightful strength, and quivered at the ends of their powerful cords on the edge of destruction. Ariel yanked harder still, adding yet another inch to the awesome stretch, yet Caliban's mighty balls continued to defy him, and remained firmly rooted to his crotch. The spirit knew, however, that their resistance was waning, and that one more good yank would tear the massive balls free from their host... 

Ariel suddenly sighed and announced, “Ah, it’s no fun without the screaming.” 

But Ariel kept on fucking Caliban anyway, keeping the young man's balls stretched to their very limit, where they bulged bright red and shiny at the end of their smooth sac. The number of minutes became lost to him as he reveled in pleasure, using the young man's beautiful body as he had always wished. After a seeming eternity, Ariel’s body began to shudder uncontrollably, his muscles rippling and his back arching as he shot a steaming hot load of his juices deep into Caliban’s guts. When his powerful orgasm was complete, the cruel elf recoiled to a far corner of the bed and cast Caliban’s muscular body aside like a dirty used tissue. 

“Take that, my dear apprentice. I am going to miss that ass of yours.” 

But when Caliban started to stir and moan, Ariel realized he had lost track of the time and that he must act quick. He tried to hit him with more of the sleeping dust but quickly remembered that the sleep dust would not work on the mortal until another sunset had come and gone. With only time to put one of the magical jewels on Caliban, Ariel chose the one that would make his death the most amusing -- the cock ring. 

The spirit helper helped himself to the apprentice’s goods as he reached down between the 18-year-old's legs and cradled the more than ample manhood that was made slimy during the rape. Caliban’s body stirred more and more as Ariel’s vise-like grip grew tighter and tighter, virtually crushing the young man's enormous sexual organs. 

“Merrily, merrily shall I live now, under the blossom that hangs on this bough. Watch, as I pluck the fruit of your youth from your tree of life. Tell me young one, would this be the favorite tool of your sophomoric years? The very tool that I’ve spied you hammering out countless sunrises with, is it? Ironic, that the instrument of your enjoyment should become the instrument of my murderous rage released upon your nubile body.” 

With Caliban’s privets flooded with oil and semen, slipping the cock ring on should have been a simple matter for Ariel’s nimble fingers. But as he grabbed the ring and quickly scooped up the lad’s balls, he realized that the prodigious orbs were considerably larger than the ring. Ariel was forced to work on one ball at a time, pressing the massive gland against the ring with his strong but slender fingers, causing the orb to bend and distort grotesquely until, with an audible pop, it squirted through the ring to the other side. 

Once both of Caliban's huge balls were through the hoop, Ariel began to work on his even less cooperative cock. Ariel forced the head and the main meat of Caliban’s manhood through with not so gentle pokes and prods of his fingers, but he eventually succeeded in working the ring down to the very root of the young man's massive, flaccid cock. 

Almost instantly, Caliban’s penis sprang to life and furiously swelled in Ariel’s hand, becoming hard with unnatural speed due to the magic of the ring. And to even Ariel’s surprise, the already massive impressive phallus continued to grow and grow beyond its already colossal normal length and girth. Ariel had to lean back to completely view what had become a monstrous 20+ inches of throbbing flesh, as thick as Caliban's own muscle-corded forearm. The fey creature gasped in wonder and awe at the mighty tower of man meat, and as his eyes traveled down that great length to the orbs hanging beneath, his breath caught in his throat. Caliban's massive testicles were swelling as well, easily doubling their mass and becoming larger than Caliban's own massive fists. 

With this pulsating mass of swollen man flesh perched on his groin, Caliban could sleep no more, and he awoke to the intense sight and sensation of his monstrous cock in the clutches of the evil Ariel. Caliban immediately kicked Ariel away as he clasped onto his painfully engorged cock. 

Caliban cried out, “What have you done? My third arm! It is grotesquely large and stabs pain into my groin!” 

Ariel rebounded to his feet, bouncing on the mattress with glee as he laughed out. “Fill all thy bones with aches!” 

As he tried to console his monstrous erection, Caliban sobbed out, “Why are you reveling in my pain? What is the point of this cruel prank?” 

Ariel delivered with thespian flair, “If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? 

“Revenge? Revenge for what?” 

“Your mother and the years of freedom she denied me! And since she is dead, I hold you accountable for her sins. And the restitution I seek is denying her son the remaining years of his life.” 

The apprentice was barely able to reason through the pain.“Please, I beg of you, mercy! You can not be the wicked creature I see standing over me.” 

Ariel smiled, “Oh, yes I am, apprentice. I celebrate the darker side within me. It is the darker side that gives sheen to my personality. Hell is empty and all the devils are here!” 

Without warning, Caliban let out a deep-throated scream and fell back deep into his sheets. At that same moment, a geyser of his man-milk exploded from his cock with a force never seen before. The massive wads of his seed shot high into the air and splattered across the wall behind him as his body writhed and distorted with intense pain. Ariel had secretly watched Caliban pound out countless loads, and he knew that the young man was incredibly virile, capable of blasting out prodigious loads that exceeded that of 10 normal men. But even the young man's abnormally huge loads paled in comparison to the sheer volume of sperm currently being purged from his loins. Nearly two dozen salvos of spunk were jettisoned from Caliban's cannon-like cock, leaving the wall completely drenched and white-washed in the young man's thick and creamy effluvium. 

The young man had just started to regain his breath when a second purge of his sperm rocketed out his cock with the same volume and intensity as the first. Ariel danced and showered in the apprentice’s juices, playfully intercepting the fountaining gush with his own naked body. Like a child in the rain, Ariel let the massive wads of hot sperm pelt his bare skin. 

Droplets of the hapless lad’s seed landed on his tongue, and Ariel celebrated, saying, “Something wicked this way cums. Oh, what a deal of scorn looks so beautiful and taste as sweet as the contempt and anger on my lip!” 

As the second massive ejaculation subsided, Caliban knew he had only a moment to plead for his life before the next surge of his seed -- already welling up within his loins -- appeared. 

“Please, I beg of you to end this! I barely knew my mother and I’m too young to die.” Caliban cried with abandon as tears cascaded down his handsome and sperm drenched face. "I had nothing to do with your imprisonment! How can you hold me to task for my mother's sins?" 

Ariel mocked, “Tis better to be brief than tedious. And your life was already tedious.”

“But does my death have to be so painful? So infused with your anger?” 

Ariel dismissed his plea, “Things without all remedy should be without regard; what’s done is done.” 

Caliban struggled to his feet. “Curse you, you evil creature!” 

Caliban then fled out the door and down the hall. 

Ariel teased as he followed, “Where do you go, naïve apprentice? To the wizard’s lab? There are no cures for you there!” 

Caliban made it to the stair and half way down before he was downed by another crippling orgasm. He screamed as all the veins in his cock became bloated and hard, giving his throbbing phallus the texture of a stained glass window. The head of his cock, flush with blood, mimicked an apple ready for the picking, only even larger in size. And once more his loins purged their pearlescent tea, this time painting the dull gray stone walls and flagstone stair a shimmering shade of white. 

Ariel mused, “Yet who would have thought the young man to have had so much sperm in him? Blow wind! Come wrack! At last you'll die.” 

Caliban’s buckets of semen quickly made a mess of the stairs. The next dozen steps below him became a viscous waterfall of sperm, making footing extremely treacherous. Ariel floated past the convulsing hulk of a lad and grabbed him by his heroically swollen balls, dragging him down the rest of the stairs. The apprentice was too overwhelmed by the supernatural orgasm to even notice he was being yanked down the stairs and then across the floor of the main hall. 

But then as the orgasm subsided, Caliban panicked when he realized he was being dragged into the wizard’s circle, a smooth inlay of different colored marbles where any incantations, potions, or charms would be at least ten times as powerful. The weakened apprentice tried in vain to break free of Ariel’s grip. Fortunately, the apprentice’s latest eruption ended just as the vengeful imp got a foot in the circle. The sperm slick that coated Caliban’s body made it easier for him to kick his way free of Ariel’s molesting grip. Clasping his crotch, the exhausted apprentice staggered to his feet and tried to make a run for it, but was quickly tackled from behind by Ariel. 

The two naked males fell to the floor and became a slimy tangled mess as one tried to overpower the other. Caliban by far had the greater size and mass, but his mighty strength was more than matched by that of the supernatural fey creature. Ariel constantly tried to regain his testicular clutch on Caliban as Caliban kept trying to push Ariel away. The duo fought and tumbled for many long minutes, and Caliban was able to hold off his next orgasm through sheer force of will and desperation. 

Ariel finally stunned Caliban when he was able to get his mouth around the top of the apprentice’s monstrously swollen cock. Caliban looked down in disbelief as Ariel started to felate him. The pleasure of the creature's mouth on his engorged organ paralyzed the young man, and Ariel quickly pinned him backward on the hard stone floor. 

Caliban, caught between disgust and fascination, cried, “You queer little beast! What unholy act is this?” 

Ariel surfaced just long enough to stifle the lad, “Oh, be a man and just enjoy it. Your tea is so sweet, and I must have more.” 

Unable to hold back any longer, Caliban's muscular body was wracked by a fourth orgasm, and his loins purged a fresh batch of his impossibly thick baby batter. No mortal could have kept pace with the volume and force of such an unnaturally huge load, but Ariel was able to swallow every ounce of Caliban's powerful male essence without spilling a drop. 

As he leaned back on his elbows, Caliban was lost in the overwhelmingly pleasant and painful sensations of his latest orgasm. But he swiftly remembered that the nasty little imp was trying to kill him, and his disdain for this creature swelled within him and he pushed off Ariel of his cock, causing the fey creature to spit out some of his thick sperm. 

The apprentice lunged to his feet with astonishing grace for one so large, and consoled his over engorged cock like a wounded pet as it belched out the dregs of its fourth massive load. The sprite reclined indolently on the floor and smiled cruelly at the young man, thick ropes of Caliban's fresh cum dripping down his chin and neck. 

Caliban stumbled a few steps away from the wicked creature, and he used his big hands to scrape and fling away huge slugs of his seed from his body. The young muscle man was disoriented from their scuffle, however, and did not realize that he now stood right on the rim of the wizard’s circle. 

Caliban looked at Ariel with undisguised hatred as he said, “I shall do everything I can to banish you from this island.” 

Ariel shrugged it off. “Oh relax. Come lay beside your enemy and set aside our rivalries. Lay here on the earth, and from our fair and unpolluted flesh may violets spring!” 

Caliban denied him, “I would be mad to trust in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.” 

Ariel spurned, “I am no whore.” 

“Not from where I stand. And I definitely would not lay with a whore as common as you.” 

Ariel’s voice deepened, “Then die.” 

The Ariel reached out with his leg and gave a gentle tap of his toe on Caliban’s muscular hip. The dazed apprentice recoiled by taking a step back into the wizard’s circle. 

By the time he realized his heels were on the smooth marble, it was already too late. The effect was instantaneous, and the lad screamed and he doubled over in pain as if some invisible boxer had punched him in the gut. Then just as quick, he fell back deeper in the circle as a torrent of cum gushed out the plump head of his massive member with a truly terrifying force. As Ariel watched in awe, Caliban's cock swelled even larger still, adding several inches to its already colossal length, and bloating to an even more impossible girth. The young man's skin was stretched tighter than a drum around the gargantuan organ, and it looked ready to split open at any moment. The young man's oversized bull balls also swelled to even greater dimensions, bloating to the size of large gourds and visibly quivering in their straining sac as they manufactured fresh splooge at a frightening rate. The helpless lad's sexual organs looked like they were about to explode, and Ariel began to wonder if that might actually happen. 

Caliban writhed around violently within the circle as the smooth marble inlays were almost instantly covered with layer after layer of his sperm. The muscular young apprentice tried desperately to drag himself out of the circle, but due to the overwhelmingly intense and inhuman orgasm, he no longer had the coordination needed to navigate the marble made slick and slippery by his own precious bodily fluids. He tried to choke off the flow by strangling his cock, but any touch just made the sensation even more intense. Caliban was no longer cumming in separate ropes and wads of sperm; instead, his orgasm had become one unbroken, pulsating fountain of gloopy, viscous splooge. 

Ariel danced around the circle with great delight and jumped through the thick stream of semen with victorious revelry as Caliban’s naked body became awash with his milk. 

Ariel sang out, “The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees left this vault to brag of.” 

Caliban spit out a mouthful of seed and choked out, “Please, Ariel, for… forgive me and have mer… mercy on me! My head and my lo… loins are about to explode!” 

“Then let the fireworks commence!” 

The apprentice’s beautiful eyes rolled back in his head as the spew of his jism came to a crescendo. His entire body convulses and his body arches powerfully backward, every mighty and powerful muscle bulging spectacularly. His limbs strike a pose and seem to freeze in place with one hand reaching for the heavens. 

Caliban is almost incoherent at this point as he mutters, “I now stare into…the dark backward …and abysm of …time…. Please dear… lord, I now beg… for the sweet release that only… death…can bring me… now.” 

Caliban’s flexed and contorted limbs suddenly went limp and rested flat on the sperm soaked floor. His gloriously muscular torso convulsed, his spectacular abs tightened, and his powerful diaphragm constricted, all the muscles needed to continue the unabated geyser of semen erupting from his pulsating cock even as he lay nearly unconscious. The flow of sperm had long since flooded the valleys between his majestic muscles and cascaded off his side to form warm pools of white and translucence around and under his body. Ariel folded his legs as he sat on the floor above Caliban’s head and looked deep into beautiful eyes clouded and sticky with sperm. 

Ariel put a finger to the Caliban’s mouth, “Hush my dear apprentice. Though I am not the god you pray to, I shall have mercy on you and usher you to the afterlife." 

Ariel cupped his palm and scooped up a handful of Caliban’s sperm from the young man's cum drenched body and poured it into the apprentice’s gasping mouth. As Caliban choked on his own seed, Ariel scooped up another handful of splooge and smiled. 

“Poor unfortunate Caliban, you are the tainted wether of the flock, meet your death:  the weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.” 

Ariel repeatedly scooped up loads of the lad’s spilt seed and poured them down between quivering lips that struggled for every breath. Even the young man's nose became clogged with the backwash of his own milk, choking off his air. But still the young man fought on with remarkable resilience and stamina, struggling mightily for one more breath. Ariel thought it a fitting irony that the handsome and powerful youth would be slain by his own incredible virility. 

When the apprentice’s powerful young lungs were completely flooded with his gooey white broth, Ariel’s baling of the apprentice’s liquid seed halted. He watched as the last few bubbles of Caliban’s breath percolated up through the pool of sperm that filled the young man’s oral cavity. Caliban's colossal cock gave one last mighty lurch, spewing a final, massive wad of semen nearly a dozen feet into the air. The mighty phallus then began to collapse and deflate, finally laying to rest splayed across powerful abdominal muscles that were still and lifeless. A thick flow of sperm flooded out of the spent organ, spilling down into the massive pool of splooge on the floor, and draining the last dregs of sperm from his tortured and burnt out balls. 

And upon the last beat of the young man's powerful heart, the young apprentice’s genitals returned to their normally hefty and ‘merely’ massive size. The weight of the cock ring forced his penis to roll to one side and over the side of one thigh, allowing the ring to fall off and chime as it rolled across the floor and out of the wizard’s circle. 

Ariel kissed Caliban on his cum drenched lips and said, “Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow.” 

It took Ariel two days to mop away the trail of semen that lead back to Caliban’s room, but he left the ring and the apprentice’s body where it expired for the wizard Prospero to discover on his own. By the time the wizard did return, Ariel had rehearsed many times a story where he was ignorant of these events until he discovered the aftermath of what was obviously a case of a young apprentice’s curiosity getting the best of him. The wizard did gravely mourn the passing of his promising apprentice and shed tears as he conjured up a storm of fire to incinerate the body of the young man he hoped would have taken someday his place. He realized that the vengeance he had just wrought on his enemies was now a hollow thing with the loss of his beloved and beautiful stepson. 

But be warned, gentle reader, for even though centuries have passed since the murder of Caliban, Ariel lives on and still blames young and beautiful men for the woes of his life. 




Friday, July 1, 2016

Sperm Cow - Part 2

Sperm Cow - Part 2
Based on an original story by Jotto

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An unknown time later, Rod awakens, coughing and wheezing as he clears his throat and regains his breath. And he soon realizes that things are worse. Much worse…

Rod discovers that he’s trapped in the heavy wooden chair down in the slaughterhouse basement. His massive, muscle rippling arms are helpless, tied tightly behind the back of the chair. Rod struggles against the many ropes binding his wrists and thick forearms, but the ropes are made of nylon cords and are much stronger than even his bodybuilder muscles can break. 

The single light bulb above Rod’s handsome head accentuates his phenomenal musculature as he struggles unsuccessfully to free himself. After many long minutes of ever-increasingly urgent struggles, Rod suddenly freezes as he hears a familiar set of heavy footsteps stomp down the stairs. The hairy giant of a man steps within reach of the light, holding a tall crate and a web-cam. In front of the subdued boy, the man places the crate squarely and carefully balances the camera on top.

Rod pleads, “Look man, if I did something to piss you off, I’m sorry. Or if this is about what happened under the water tower, hey, I liked it. I really did. And you know something; I’d like you to do it to me again. It can be our secret. You don’t need to get crazy about this. Just untie me and can have a really good…”

The man cuts him off, “Oh, shut up! This ain’t about you or me, you dumb fuck.”

“Then what are you doing this for?”

“Well kid, I’m doing this for money. It seems people are into all sorts of weird shit these days, and all sorts of strange customs and rituals. A great man once said, ‘When people stop believing in God, they’ll believe in anything’. And you, my dear beefy bull-balled boy, are about to become a victim of one of those foolish beliefs.”

Rod dares himself to ask, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“It seems some people believe that they can maintain their own youth and virility by consuming the sperm of a younger and more virile man. Like yours, for instance. And those people are willing to pay lots and LOTS of money for the type of grade AAA man-juice you got, so you’re about to make me a wealthy man.”

“Hey, if it’s my cum you want, I’ll be glad to crank out a few loads for you. These big balls of mine always have a good five or six loads sloshing around in them, ready to blow.”

“I don’t doubt that your virility would put that of any other man to shame,” the huge man says as he places the old pool pump between Rod’s legs, “but I’m afraid even you won’t be able to crank out the quantities I need.”

Rod trembles with fear, “Wha--what are you going to do with that?”

“You’ll see.”

The man attaches a winch to a leg of the chair and unwinds some rope. He reaches above the restrained hunk and positions a block-and-tackle just above his head. All the while, the helpless lad resumes his struggles against his ropes, but to no avail. And the more the young he-man struggles, the more hopeless he becomes.

The man pats him on the side of his achingly face, “No use trying to break out of those knots, boy. I used to be a longshoreman. Ain’t nobody can break those knots if I don’t want them to.”

The man chuckles under his breath as he walks over to an oil drum that also serves as a makeshift desk for a laptop computer. As Rod continues to struggle, the man sits and patiently whiles away the minutes. The minutes become hours, and eventually the young bodybuilder tires from his attempts for freedom, falling into a fitful slumber…

********

A loud beeping sound coming from the computer awakens Rod from his fitful slumber. The huge, hairy man rises and places a hood over his own head, then walks over to the muscle-bound Rod and gently caresses the mighty bulge in the lad’s shorts.

“Showtime, my little sperm cow. Oh, by the way, this is going to hurt…a lot.”

“Please, don’t do this man. We got to be able to work this out somehow.”

“I already have. But, to be honest with you, I kind of hate to do this to someone as young and beautiful as you. You have a great energy that I’m sure I could have enjoyed for years to come, but as you can tell by your surroundings, my original retirement plans didn’t work out. Sorry kid.”

The man walks over to the camera and turns it on. He takes his place beside Rod to address the camera and the perverse audience beyond.

“Good evening gentlemen, or whatever time of day it is where you are. This is Rod, and as you can see, he is exactly the type of donor you asked for.” The man strokes Rod’s body as he continues. “He’s somewhere between eighteen to twenty-two years of age, with an overdeveloped musculature and an amazing level of virility. I gave him a test drive yesterday, and trust me when I tell you that he can produce copious amounts of the liquid white bullion you crave, as you will soon see for yourself. And as stipulated by your various organizations, his seed will be extracted while his body is under a considerable amount of stress. Now, behold what makes him qualified to be your sperm cow for the next few weeks.”

With that introduction, the man reaches down and unzips Rod’s shorts. As if eager to make their first televised appearance, the young bodybuilder’s voluminous package rolls out unassisted and flops over the edge of the seat.

Defiantly, Rod yells out, “Fuck you! Fuck all of you!” And the incensed lad continues to obscenely voice his feelings as the huge man continues speaking to the camera. 

“As you can hear, Rod has that youthful spirit you all like. And as you can also see, he has definitely got the goods to fill your needs. Let the bidding begin. And remember, highest bidder at the end of three weeks or at the time of his demise, whichever comes first, will receive the bounty of his loins. Let’s get started.”

The computer comes alive with the sound chimes that acknowledge the rapid fire of bidding. The man rejoices at the bidding as he heads back to the boy.

Rod kicks at the man with his legs, “Get away from me, fucker!”

The man reacts swiftly, “Well, I’ll just put an end to that. Fortunately, I came prepared for this type of behavior.”

The man grabs a bit of rope and quickly fashions a noose around Rod’s thick, muscular neck, feeding the other end through the block and tackle above. Slowly, the man pulls on the rope, tightening the noose around Rod’s throat, forcing the lad to plant his feet to take some of his own weight off the noose around his neck. Rod can no longer talk as he coughs and sputters while trying to achieve some sort of balance. The man ties off the rope to a cleat mounted on the wall. 

The man then reaches down to the thin cable rope from the winch and skillfully nooses it tightly around Rod’s mammoth nuts. He cranks in the slack on the winch until the vulnerable boy’s bull nuts are stretched taut, pulling them down over the edge of the seat and stretching those enormous balls over 5 full inches from his muscular crotch.

“As you can see gentlemen, the boy has been somewhat tamed and is now under considerable stress. And now for the next phase, the extraction. I’m sure this is going to hurt him a lot more than it will me.”

The man walks out of view, leaving the handsome young Rod to thrash about, trying to find balance between the two ropes tugging at his neck and his scrotum. The man walks back in with an empty five-gallon water jug and thick clear tubing. The jug is put beside Rod as the man kneels down in front of him. The man grabs the boy’s hefty unit and muses at its girth.

“Wow, look at that gentlemen, my huge hand can barely fit around this massive horse cock! And he’s still limp! Now to coax an erection out of him, which will make it easier to insert the siphoning tube.”

As he starts whistling ‘I’ve Been Working on the Railroad’, the man fondles Rod’s cock by rolling it around and slapping the meaty member against the boy’s rippling thighs. Rod tries to kick at him, but has to keep his feet planted or risk a choking death. With his thumb, the man presses in on the base of the young bodybuilder’s cock, finally working up a partial erection.

“That’ll have to do. In you go.”

With the lad’s manhood clutched in one hand and the tube in the other, the man lubricates the end of the tube by licking it. Rod flails about madly as he sees the nearly half-inch-thick tubing headed for the opening at the head of his meaty shaft. The man has considerable trouble cramming the head of the tube into Rod’s dick, causing the young stud to cry out in pain with a loud gurgle. After an eternal couple of minutes, the man creases the end of the tube and is finally able to shove it into the ill-fated boy’s partially erect dick. Rod shakes violently and lets out wild muffled screams as saliva percolates over his lower lip and trickles down his chin. The man practices a total lack of finesse as he inserts the tube inches at a time. To his dread and panic, Rod can feel inch after inch of the sizable tubing working its way through his reproductive system. For the first time in his young life, he curses himself for having such a big dick.

The man finally stops inserting the tube after snaking over 15 inches of its length into the bound boy’s massive penis, believing he’s in deep enough. As Rod settles down a little, he can sense the tube has made its way to the base of his semi hard monster cock, and is nestled at the opening of his seminal ducts. With every flinch, the boy can feel the tube adjusting itself inside of him. 

While the huge man affixes the other end of the tube to the pump, Rod ponders the tragedy at hand. All that weightlifting, the countless hours of training and proper nutrition, neatly shaving his privates and perfecting his sexual prowess, all of that just to end up like this, a sperm cow. He weeps for his woes and the denied pleasures of the tomorrow he will never know.

The man takes another length of tubing and runs it from the pump to the five-gallon jug. He places his hand on the pump’s switch and faces the camera. 

The man announces gleefully, “Hold on to your panties, ‘cause here we go!”

A flick of the switch creates a vacuum of such intensity within Rod’s balls, it sends the massive young bodybuilder flying out of his seat as far as the ropes will allow. The force of his spasm nearly doubles the already awesome stretch of his sac, and almost causes him to rip off his own gigantic balls. The only thing preventing his nuts from being turned inside out by the tremendous suction was the cable lashed around his scrotum. Rod’s screams are so loud that they distort the speakers of all who view with splendor this inhumane act, shown live on computers all around the world. What little intellect Rod had managed to acquire at his young age quickly succumbs to raw animal instincts. Instincts of fight or flight, of pain and survival. 

At the same time, the frighteningly powerful vacuum created by the pump causes Rod’s semi hard cock to swell and inflate to its enormous, 16 ½ inch glory. Despite the agony in his huge testicles, Rod’s massive cock points majestically skyward, throbbing proudly and defiantly against the brutality being visited on the young man’s body. The cum tube running the length of the underside of Rod’s massive dork is grossly distended from the thick length of tubing crammed within its entire, awesome length, making the huge cock look even more monstrous and inhuman. 

The man plants his foot against the boy’s corrugated stomach and pushes him back into his chair. He then whips out another length of thin rope and lashes it along the length of Rod’s heroically hard cock. The huge man then starts using his tremendous strength to bend the rock hard cock downward, overcoming Rod’s extraordinarily powerful groin muscles to pull the young man’s straining cock past horizontal. Farther and farther, the huge man twists the enormous cock, causing a profound downward bend to appear in the young man’s humongous cock. Rod could feel the muscles and fibers in his huge dick begin to stain and groan under the tremendous stress, and he became worried that his mighty cock would be snapped in half by the hairy giant of a man. But finally, the huge brute bends Rod’s cock down as far as he wanted it, and ties the other end of the thick cord around the leg of the chair, securing the young man’s erect cock in a painfully bent position. 

With his beautiful young captive bound and in place, the huge man steps back to admire his handiwork and enjoy the first fruits of his labors. As he watches the tormented lad writhe in place, his gorgeous muscles bulging and flexing in all of their glory, clear tube sticking out of Rod’s massive cock starts to turn white. 

At first, just a trickle of sperm-rich precum burps into the thick plastic tubing, then a veritable damn burst of cum saturates the inner walls of the tube connecting Rod’s painfully bent dick to the pump in a tumbling kaleidoscope of pearlescent white. The hum of the pump motor changes tone as its void is filled with Rod’s thick and powerful man-juice. The tube exiting from the pump fills up with hot man cream just as quickly, guiding the magma of young hot seed to the waiting five-gallon jug. The end of tube inside the huge plastic bottle oscillates as the bodybuilder’s seed spurts out, quickly coating the bottom of the empty jug.

The mechanized plundering of his loins consumes Rod’s mind to such a degree that he doesn’t notice the huge man preparing an intravenous drip. The boy continues his screams and flails about wildly as the man hangs the saline bag on the wall and thrusts its needle into the prominent vein in the boy’s massively muscular right bicep. Rod’s hysteria continues unabated as the man turns toward his internet audience. 

“The bag I just attached to our young and horse hung stud here contains nutrients to keep him hydrated and alive, but more importantly, it contains a special mix of hyper-proteins. These hyper-proteins are specifically engineered to not only replenish his testicles, but to put his huge nuts into overdrive. His big and burly nuts will now produce sperm at 50 times their normal rate, which means that, considering Rod already had the virility of 100 men, we’ll be almost literally swimming in his seminal discharges long before the three weeks is up.” 

“Unfortunately for Rod, the extreme and extended milking of his loins will most likely burn out those monstrous testicles of his, leaving him essentially…neutered.”

The huge hairy bear gently patted the huge orbs at the end of their choked off scrotum and said, “In the meantime, enjoy the show! This young stud is big and powerful enough that he might actually endure the three weeks of milking I have planned for him. And you all get to watch every moment of the show…” 

The huge man then walks out of the room, leaving Rod alone under the single feeble light bulb, nothing but the sound of his weakening groans and struggles and the steady, insistent hum of the pump there to keep him company. 

********

Hour after hour, the wicked pump sucks the male essence from Rod’s laboring bull balls. Every three to five minutes, another agonizing orgasm racks the young man’s loins, and a truly tremendous load – even bigger than the massive wad he blew on the water tower – would blast out of his cock, to be immediately sucked through the plastic tubing into the waiting jug. 

Rod had never known such agony, for his balls felt like they would implode from all of the horrific suction. But in defiance of the brutality being visited upon them, Rod’s twin mighty gonads worked overtime to produce mind blowing quantities of his extraordinary spunk. And as soon as another load was ready for discharge, the vacuum pump would forcibly suck it out of his aching, steel hard cock. 

The tremendous force of Rod’s orgasms threatened to complete the job that the huge bear of a man had begun, and snap Rod’s monumental cock in half. His cock would pulse and throb with such strength that Rod was sure it would break, but still he endured. The plastic tubing filled his urethra beyond capacity, but such was the massive quantity and power of his loads that some small amount of jism leaked out from around his cock with each salvo, dripping in long, thick ropes from his cock to pool on the floor beside the pump. 

About six hours into his ordeal, Rod’s body surrenders to the pain and he collapses unconscious from exhaustion. His screams had long since simmered down to grunts and groans, while his convulsions had powered down to mere occasional twitches. His strength and his will are broken, and he no longer tries to escape. All hope seems to have been pumped out of him along with his sperm. With all of his life choices eliminated, he slowly accepts his fate, which guides his mind to a nirvana of pain that allows him to actually enjoy the ravishing and brutal raping of his family jewels. 

The huge hairy muscle man returns from time to time to check on his beautiful young sperm cow, making sure that the young man hasn’t expired from the strain, and that the video camera is transmitting every moment of the young man’s torture and milking. He also changes out the IV bladder whenever the previous one is nearly empty, and brings out a fresh 5-gallon jug every time the Rod is nearly finished filling the previous one. 

Much to the huge man’s amazement, Rod fills the first 5-gallon jug in less than 5 hours. The big bear thought that perhaps that would just be a fluke, and that even this young man’s gigantic balls would be too taxed to continue to produce so much sperm in so little time, but Rod’s behemoth balls proved to have an even more Herculean virility and endurance than the hairy giant could have hoped. Rod filled the next jug in another 5 hours, and then the next, and then the next, and then the next, until before he knew it, the young bull stud had filled five 5-gallon jugs with his supremely valuable and potent jism in just one day! The kid was extraordinary!! 

Day after day, the milking continued. Rod was barely conscious most of the time, and lived in something of a suspended state, lost in a haze of agony and bliss. He filled jug after jug with the fluids raped from his incredible loins. The huge brute of a man kept bringing in fresh jugs to be filled, carrying the heavy, sperm filled jugs upstairs to a waiting cooler, where the young man’s thick and rich nut juice was kept chilled for eventual transport to the winning bidder, whoever that might end up being… 

For three weeks, Rod endured this horrific abuse to his body and to his loins. For three weeks, the abject muscle boy filled jug after jug with his hyper-protein generated sperm, filling 100 five-gallon jugs in all! For three weeks, the gloriously handsome young bodybuilder flinched, twitched, and went into spasms as the plundering of his seed carried on. His grunts and groans were merely a reflex as he spent most of the time partially unconscious. There were now two disconnected parts of Rod – one part, his mind, which drifted between the heaven of some imaginary landscape and the hell of his captor’s basement; and the second part, his astoundingly muscular body, which performed independently from his brain as it supplied the perverse desires from far-off lands. 

Incredibly, Rod has survived three weeks of tortures that would have killed a lesser man 100 times over. His gigantic cock is puffy, swollen, and distended from being kept continuously erect for so many days, and has grown to even greater dimensions than its usual titanic length. In some distant corner of his mind, Rod wonders if his cock will ever be the same again. His gargantuan balls have likewise swollen to even greater dimensions, each great testicle now bigger than the juiciest of grapefruits – and again, Rod wondered if they could ever return to their “normal” size again. 

Even more incredibly, Rod’s awesomely over labored balls continue to produce sperm at a frightening rate, struggling mightily to supply the ravenous demands of the water pump. Such terrible abuse should have long since rendered Rod’s bull balls burned out and useless, but somehow they have endured, continuing to pump out gallon after gallon after gallon of his precious white hot bullion. 

Suddenly, Rod’s scattered thoughts are pulled back into this world as the huge man slaps him back to consciousness with his huge paw. He then feels the man’s huge fingers clutching in his thick, golden hair, forcing his head back and making the huge muscles of his neck stand out in great relief.

The man smiles at the achingly handsome young bodybuilder and says, “Good job, boy. I didn’t think that even you had it in ya to last this long.”

Rod chokes out a plea, “No…more…please…no more.”

“My thoughts exactly,” the man says as he brushes the hair from Rod’s forehead and kisses him on his brow. “But first, one last thing before I put you down. Something just of the fun of it.”

The man reaches down and unties the cable from around the boy’s huge, swollen genitals, releasing his mighty gonads for the first time in three weeks. The giant man then reaches over and switches the pump in to high gear. 

Rod throws back his head and shrieks as the hum of the motor changes to a much higher pitch than ever before. The vacuum now sucking at the young man’s bull nuts is vastly more powerful than ever before, and the first searing pain all but snaps the young man’s already battered sanity. Without the cable to hold his huge nuts taut at the end of their thick and baggy scrotum, Rod’s mammoth balls are immediately sucked up to the base of his mighty horse cock, where they lock in place, hugging the young man’s groin with all their might. 

Rod cries out, “NO, NO, NO!! This can’t be HAPPENING!! My balls!! My beautiful BALLS!!! Oh GOD, this can’t be!!”

Even the man couldn’t resist cringing a little, “Oh boy, that looks like it hurts. But what did you expect? You know it ain’t tequila without the worm.”

A thick gush of splooge erupts into the waiting jug, number 101, with a force unlike any previous ejaculation. The giant bear of a man notices that this latest emission is gloopy, almost chunky, and realizes with a start that it contains pure sperm, undiluted by other seminal fluids. What’s more, the quantity of the stuff being sucked out of the young man’s screaming balls puts all of his other ejaculations to shame. His ejaculation is now a constant, pulsating gusher of sperm. Surely no man can endure such abuse! 

The giant bear fully expected Rod’s mighty balls to immediately implode, but he is shocked once again at the young man’s incredible strength and stamina. This young muscle man is truly a GOD of virility! 

As the minutes tick by, Rod fills one container, and then another, and then another! The sight is unbelievable! Then another jug is filled, making 4 jugs in just 15 minutes! 

The water pump is starting to emit some faint, hazy smoke. The machine is clearly in overdrive, trying to pull even more spunk out of Rod’s heroically straining balls. 

As the young muscle stud is filling his fifth jug, the quantity of his thunderous emissions starts to decrease. Finally, the huge bear is tapping the last reserves of Rod’s virility, burning out his mighty vessels of manhood. The deluge decreases, and decreases further, until it is finally merely a trickle. And less than a minute after that, even that tiny trickle ceases. 

The huge bear lets the pump continue to plunder Rod’s loins, while the young man screams in unbelievable agony. With nothing left for his balls to give, the pump starts trying to suck out the young man’s very ball meat. Rod knows that his balls are doomed. 

With a grin, the huge bear flicks the pump to its final setting, and all hell breaks loose. Rod’s screams threaten to crack the cement walls, as his agony surpasses imagining. His muscular form thrashes about wildly, oblivious to the choking rope around his neck or the other rope bending his cock to the breaking point. The young man feels like his testicles are being ripped from his innards and vacuumed through his cock into the waiting motor of the pump. Rod half expects to see his huge, fleshy orbs squeeze their way through the tube, his cock, and then down into the pump, where they will be pulped by the rotary blades in the pump and deposited like so much pureed ball meat to float in a jug of his own semen. 

And this fate is indeed about to occur. 

But somehow Rod’s mighty nuts continue to endure, even as the smoke coming from the screeching pump grows thicker and darker. Just when Rod’s balls would surely have to implode and be destroyed forever, a series of blue sparks arcs across the surface of the pump, and the motor breaks. Rod’s mighty balls have endured the worst the water pump had to offer, and have survived! 

At that same moment, a truly gigantic gush of sperm blasted forth from the young man’s frighteningly turgid cock, filling the plastic tube beyond capacity. With no motor to pump his thick emissions into the waiting jug, Rod’s monumental blast of cum shatters the plastic tubing, sending thick wads of his searing hot load all over the floor. 

“God DAMN, boy!!” the huge bear exclaims. “You really DO have balls of steel!!”

Rod finds some of his spirit, and hoarsely exclaims, “You fucker! I’m going to kill you!”

“Oh really? Well, you got a long walk through a mighty big desert before that can happen.”

Rod challenges, “What?!”

“Oops, I guess I forgot to tell you. The winning bid included a generous offer to acquire your body as well. It came from some spoiled brat of a prince in Kuwait, and you are about to become part of his harem. I hear he’s one kinky motherfucker, in to all sorts of torture and humiliation scenes. He especially loves to practice his hobby on young, handsome, and well built American white boys, just… like… you.” The huge brute emphasizes these last three words be poking one of his big fingers into Rod’s thickly muscled right pec. 

“The prince had also asked that you be castrated before you and your seed were shipped off to him. I guess he thought you’d be easier to handle without your nuts. But now that your huge balls have proved even stronger than my pump here, well, I’ve decided to let the prince decide when and how you’ll lose your giant gonads. I think he may even be planning on impregnating his very large harem with your seed, and producing even more handsome and hugely hung boys like you to torture and castrate. We’ll see. He’s watching right now, wave hello to him.”

The man waves to the camera as Rod looks away. The huge man then pulls on the noose, lifting Rod’s hugely muscular body off of the chair and forcing the handsome boy to gasp even harder for air.

Rod spits out, “Fuck…off!”

“You really should be nice to your new owner; he’s made me a very wealthy man. But I guess he’ll take his time teaching you a whole new set manners and proper behaviors, at least proper for his tastes. You should be honored; he’s sending his private jet just for your gorgeous body and all of your sperm.”

The giant man pulls even harder on the rope around the boy’s thick, muscular neck. Rod’s face turns a bright red, and then purple, as his tongue swells up and rolls out of his gorgeous mouth. Rod feels the pulse of his heart in his face and his brain fill with a pressure that could burst through his skull. The blood vessels in his eyes inflame as his vision becomes tunneled and then fades to black. Before he passes out, he hears the man's parting words.

“Hush, that’s a good boy, you go to sleep now. You’ve got a long flight ahead of you to your new life. Bye-bye.”

Being an orphan and something of a loner, the handsome young bodybuilder’s absence won’t be noticed, except of course by those at the gym who loved to watch him work out, and who had their own private fantasies about the young mega stud. His landlord also wondered where the huge boy had gone when he was late for his rent, but in the end threw out all of Rod’s possessions in disgust, and quickly rented out the apartment to a new tenant. Life went on as if Rod had never existed. 

And so began a new, and likely final, chapter in the life of Rod Steel, far off in a distant sea of sand surrounding a palace of dark and perverse pleasures, a place where someone as fair skinned and brightly haired as Rod doesn’t usually last for long...