Totaled by Her Truck - Jayse Version

Totaled by Her Truck

Based on an original story by RapidNullo 

A deranged ex sets up her former man to lose it all. 

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“I’ll suck it, Mark, but first you gotta fuck the truck,” Angelica said with a big smile on her extraordinarily beautiful face. 

Angelica and I had dated for a few weeks. The auburn-haired beauty was the most gorgeous woman in the entire tri-county area, with her big green eyes, huge tits, curvaceous ass, and rockin’ body, and I’d wanted to breed her from the moment I first saw her. I’d just gotten home from the military a couple of months prior, and with my handsome square-jawed face and lean, hard-muscled body, I knew I could bed any woman I wanted. Lord knows I had in the past! But even though we’d been hot and heavy from the moment we met, Angelica and I had never had sex. Hell, she’d never given me so much as a hand job! She’d been nothing more than a big tease, stringing me along and always leaving me with a huge dripping boner in my pants. So after almost a full month of sexual frustration, where my poor congested balls constantly ached so bad I thought they might burst, I finally broke up with her. 

She’d been begging me for a whole week for another chance, wearing down my resistance with her sweet voice and sexy words. I had finally agreed to go parking with her out in the woods, but only if she agreed to blow me. But now she was insisting that I fuck her truck?! Damn, I guess she was a bigger freak than I thought! 

“Fuck the truck?!” I said, my voice sounding as confused and exasperated as I felt. My hormones were raging and my humongous cock was already half hard in my tight jeans, snaking down one of my pant legs. “What in the fuck are you talking about?!” 

Angelica glared at me indignantly. “Well it’s only fair! YOU’RE the one with all the stipulations! Now if you want me to suck down that big dick of yours, you’ll have to fuck the cushions of my truck first.” She waved over to her big flatbed GMC truck, which she jokingly called her ‘Pussy Wagon.’ “I’ve seen you do weirder shit, you know.” 

That last part was true. She’d caught me just the other week taking my sexual frustrations out on a full-sized watermelon. I’d been out behind my folk’s barn, and had placed a fresh watermelon on a table in the sun for a few hours until it was nice and warm inside. Then I’d carved a hole at one end just big enough to accommodate my super thick cock, and shoved the entire length of my young stallion cock inside the warm, yielding flesh of the big green melon. Angelica had secretly watched me the whole time, silently laughing into her hand as she filmed me fucking that big watermelon like some muscular rutting bull. I’d stripped off my shirt and had my jeans around my ankles, so my muscular and shredded physique was on full display as I sweated and grunted and rhythmically bucked my hips, my big chiseled ass bunching and flexing on each thrust as my huge nuts beat a staccato war drum against the thick wall of the gourd. She managed to capture the entire event on her phone, including my big grunting climax as I pumped that watermelon full of my prime stud seed, and afterwards she’d teased me with the video, sending it to me and threatening to send it to her friends. 

It had been one of the last straws in our relationship, and was one of the reasons why I’d broken up with her. 

The memory rekindled my anger at Angelica, but she stepped forward and slid her delicate hand over my swelling crotch, giving my huge cock a firm squeeze, snapping my attention back to the present. “Who knows,” she added in a sultry voice, looking up at me with her stunning green eyes. “If you turn me on enough, maybe I’d be willing to go all the way…” 

‘Oh fuck yeah!!’ I thought to myself, my big bone swelling from half hard to steel girder erection in about 2.5 seconds, making me almost dizzy with need. Angelica was the hottest thing on two legs, and she knew I’d do anything to fuck her. She was playing me like a fiddle and I knew it, but for a chance to get inside her pants, I didn’t care. If it took screwing her truck first, then so be it. But I decided to first press my luck and counter with a demand of my own. 

“Alright, Angelica. But you have to strip first. I’ll screw your truck if you get naked.” 

The gorgeous auburn-haired temptress just smiled back at me and said, “Ooh, you drive a hard bargain, Mark! But fine, I’ll strip naked for you… as long as you fuck the truck naked, AND handcuffed. Afterwards, I’ll let you tie me up and do whatever you’d like to me.” 

My cock gave such a powerful lurch in my jeans that I groaned. It was all getting a little bit weird. If I let her handcuff me, she’d be able to do whatever she wanted to me… but on the other hand, heh, she’d be able to do whatever she wanted to me! “I keep the key,” I said in way of agreement. 

And with that, Angelica slowly walked over to her truck, dropping her black mini-skirt around her ankles and stepping out of them along the way. She wore a deep-red thong, which rode up the crack of her magnificent ass and made my cock pulse with aching need. Next she opened her passenger side door and pulled off her top, tossing it onto the steering-wheel. She hadn’t worn a bra, so her big, full, gravity-defying breasts bounced up and down with a supple firmness that almost forced another groan from my big chest. I immediately started walking over to her, my gait a little awkward due to the swollen log of man meat straining to get out of my pants. 

With a sly grin and a flourish, she dropped her red thong to the ground and stepped out of it, revealing her already damp sex to the warm night air. She stood there framed by the doorway of her truck in all of her magnificent naked glory, and than said to me, “Okay, your turn, stallion. Let me watch you strip.” 

I didn’t have to be told twice! I grinned cockily back at her, and then pulled my t-shirt up to reveal my rock hard abs. I had always had a deeply chiseled eight pack, and my four years in the military had only served to make my muscle-girded belly even more phenomenally lean and shredded. I watched Angelica’s green eyes grow wide with her own hunger and need as she gazed at my perfect abs, unconsciously biting her lower lip at the sight of my chiseled washboard, and my smirk grew even wider. I then drew the shirt over my head, revealing the broad planes of my smooth and densely muscular chest, struggling as always to get the tight fabric over my large, beefy shoulders and down my big, bulging, 21-inch arms. I bounded my big, meaty pecs for her a couple of times and flexed one of my enormous arms, my huge bicep swelling up like some steel hard cannonball, before tossing my shirt at her. 

Angelica caught it and pressed the cotton fabric to her face, eyes closed in bliss as she inhaled deeply of my powerful masculine scent. She then draped the discarded shirt around her neck like a scarf before climbing into the cab of her truck and scooting back along the bench seat. She was bending forward like a tiger, her lustrous green eyes filled with barely contained lust and her huge, mounded breasts dropping down so low that her big, hard nipples nearly brushed the seat of the truck. 

“More,” she growled, her voice pitched even lower than before. 

I slipped out of my boots and socks next, and then undid my belt and unzipped my pants, sliding my jeans down my lean and thickly muscled legs, revealing my light blue slingshot briefs straining to contain my mighty erection and huge, sperm-engorged balls. 

“God, Mark,” Angelica said in a throaty whisper, “I can never get over just how fucking BIG you are! Strip it all off for me, baby.” 

I gave her my biggest, brightest, shit-eating grin, the kind of smile that I knew never failed to make the ladies grow weak in the knees. I then hooked my thumbs into either side of my pornographically bulging undershorts and shucked them down to my ankles. Finally released from its cotton prison. my straining bull cock surged upwards with such force that it slapped me hard in the middle of my rock solid belly. Over 14 majestic inches of thick, corn-fed stud cock jutted proudly skyward from my lean, muscular, and cleanly shaven crotch, my enormous, lemon-sized gonads swinging low and loose and heavy beneath it. 

I picked my briefs up off the ground and threw them at her, then began to crawl in the passenger side door with her. The smell of her moist sex filled the cab of the truck, enflaming my raging desire even more. I was once more aware of how much bigger I was than Angelica, my lean but heavily muscled body weighing well over twice her fit and voluptuous but far more petite frame. I was eager to take her then and there after all of these weeks of waiting, and I could actually feel the first beads of clear, crystalline precum start to ooze out of the bloated, bulbous tip of my massive cock. 

Angelica got a shocked look on her face as she moved back from me and said, “Oh no, no, no, you big beast. You gotta stay outside and fuck the cushions first.” She firmly and insistently pushed at my big, muscle-straining shoulders, and I reluctantly backed out of the truck. She then reached across the cab and opened the glove box, pulling out a set of steel handcuffs. She had clearly come prepared for tonight’s encounter! 

“But first, I put these on, you big, horny ox!” 

I gave her a cocky grin at that name, as I always loved being told how large and strong I am. I’d been a big lad even as a teenager, working out to become bigger and stronger for wrestling and football, and my four years in the military had bulked me up into one big, powerful fighting and fucking machine. 

Angelica scooted forward across the bench seat until she was sitting with her naked, shapely legs sticking out the passenger side of the truck, swinging the handcuffs around one of her fingers and with a lascivious grin spreading across her breathtakingly beautiful features. 

My cock was pulsing. God this was hot! I don’t think I’d ever lusted for someone so much in my life. In fact, I felt a little dizzy and woozy, and it suddenly occurred to me to wonder if she’d put something in the drink we’d had at her place before coming out to her ‘secret spot’. But I quickly pushed that troubling through away. It didn’t matter. This was a sure thing. Fuck I was horny! 

I trace of my wariness remained, and I held up a hand and said, “First, the keys.” 

“Aww, baby, don’t you trust me?” she purred, grabbing my straining, over-engorged manhood with her left hand and clipping one of the cuffs around my big right wrist with the other. Angelica had also pulled a large white tube out of the glove compartment. Lube, I guess? 

I took her hand off my cock and pulled her roughly to me, grinding my huge dick against her moist mound, but not yet entering her. Her breath caught in her throat, her pupils dilating as she felt my massive meat pressed hard against her sex. “About as much as I trust a snake.” I replied. “Just drop the key in my hand, and let’s get started.” I humped my tight, muscular hips against hers, forcing a breathy giggle out of her. Had I known her full plan, I’d have gone ahead and taken her, right then and there. 

“Oh God, you’re so beautiful,” she said, throwing one slender arm across my broad shoulders as she ground her own pelvis against mine, stroking almost the entire length of my cock with her nether lips. I was pressing so hard against her that I was mashing my big nuts hard against the side of the passenger seat. In almost any other situation, the mauling I was giving my own big boys would have been painful, but the deep ache in my cum-bloated balls only turned me on even more. 

After a few minutes of naked dry humping, the sweat-slickened skin of our glorious hard bodies sliding past one another and our hands beginning to hungrily explore each other, Angelica pulled back far enough to press a metal key into my palm and say, “Here.” She then slithered her arms behind me and cuffed my other wrist, locking both of my hands behind my back. The position caused my huge, pec-proud chest to protrude forward even more, and Angelica lavished my enormous chest with passionate kisses, spending time suckling and kissing both of my hard, rubbery nipples as well. 

So there I was, handcuffed and naked somewhere in the woods at night with a horny goddess mad with lust, demanding that I hump her truck. This was definitely one of the weirdest and hottest things I’d ever done. 

“Now baby, let me guide you in.” She gently touched my powerfully throbbing penis, rubbing it all over with the cold goo out of the white tube, then guiding it from behind into the space between the top and bottom seat cushions of her truck. With my cock firmly wedged in place, Angelica commanded, “Fuck it, you animal! Fuck my truck!” 

Both of her hands dug into the meaty globes of my hard, muscular ass, pulling me forward and encouraging me to thrust the entire length of my 14+ inch mule dick into her seat cushions. And surprisingly, it actually felt pretty good. 

She leaned back against the driver’s side door, watching and moaning and panting as I rutted against her seat cushions. I stared at her face, her breasts, her moist vagina, driven almost mad with lust, humping my muscular hips and fucking the cushions like I was fucking her sweet, sweet mound. God, but I wanted her! 

After just a minute or so, I noticed things heating up a bit, and it was becoming harder and harder to thrust in and out of the cushions. Angelica started to finger herself and moan a little more, and that sent me into a wave of horniness ignoring all else. I continued to grind into her seat cushions, pumping my big, muscular physique like the handsome and hunky sex machine that I was. But after only about another half minute, I finally just got stuck half in and half out of the cushions. I could thrust more, but my thick cock shaft would just bend up against the seat. I was very confused, and my brain felt more dizzy and disoriented than ever. 

It was then that it happened. Angelica laughed hatefully, and I saw it coming, almost in slow motion. She launched her upper body past me, grabbing the open passenger door with both hands and slamming it shut. HARD. 

I did the natural thing, of course, and tried to leap out of the way of the closing door. But my 14-inch monster dick was stuck at least 6-8 inches deep in the truck seats and was NOT budging, so all that I did was position myself perfectly for Angelica’s evil trap. 

First came the sharp jolt of pain as I damn near tore my own boner out by the root, my attempt to jump backwards stopped abruptly short as my trapped dick halted my big, muscular body. Then came the blinding pain as the car door slammed closed on the root of my manhood. 

There was a loud crunching sound as the door slammed nearly all the way closed, the sheer thickness and rock solid hardness of my cock the only thing from keeping the door from shutting completely. Still, the tiny gap that remained was the absolute bare minimum required to not simply sever my huge dick from my body, and the damage to the root of my huge cock shaft was no doubt extreme. My penis nearly snapped at the base, the first few inches crushed disturbingly flat by the nearly shut door. The only positive effect of the slamming door is that it ripped my cock free of the dried glue trapping it between the seat cushions, not that that did me any good at this point. 

But as terrible as that pain was, it barely even compared to the sheer agony erupting from my big, burly bull balls. The frame of the car door caught my fat nuts square in the middle, and threatened to rupture them both and make them explode into splattered goo. My huge nuggies proved to be tough bastards, though, and instead of bursting, the compressed nuggets of delicate manflesh bent and warped just enough that they squeaked out of the way… into the interior of the truck. My nearly shattered nuts were instantly stretched a ridiculous distance from my crotch, the vital cords and cables anchoring those big bollocks to my body straining to their very limits to stay attached and not snap apart. 

The pain was so crippling that I would have immediately collapsed to the ground, had my groin not been all but welded to the door frame by my trapped junk. I was pinned to the truck by my cock and balls, my hands handcuffed behind my back, rendering my powerful arms completely useless. 

Somehow, I didn’t lose consciousness, my pain-wracked brain knowing that if I passed out, then the dead weight of my muscular body would rip off my own genitals. But I did scream louder than I could imagine, a mighty bellow of agony that I swore could have been heard miles away. Of course, we were many miles away from another human being, so I was truly in a world of trouble. 

I also somehow managed to hold onto the handcuff key as the door slammed closed, and after a few seconds of trying to overcome the terrific pain in my cock and balls, I managed to compose myself and start trying to unlock my wrists, pinned behind my back. Angelica just laughed at me and taunted me the whole time, confident that I couldn’t get free. But by sheer luck, I managed to blindly get the key into one of the locks, unshackling one wrist and freeing both arms. And I almost got to the door handle in time to open the door… but Angelica was faster, lunging forward to lock the door moments before my hands reached the handle. 

“You fucking bitch! You fucking BITCH!! FUUUUCK!!” I screamed at Angelica as she just laughed and laughed. I tried to pry myself free, but only succeeded in damaging my already crushed penis even more. My struggles made her giggle even harder. 

She rolled her window down a little and said, “Looks like you’re kinda stuck there, Mark. Need a hand, baby?” She grabbed the exposed end of my now hyper engorged cock, the trapped blood making it swell thicker and longer than ever, and started stroking it. 

I screamed and clawed at the window, trying to get my fingers inside. All she did was raise the window back up and then open her back window where I couldn’t reach. “Now, now, baby,” she taunted me with a false sympathetic voice. “You really shouldn’t have broken up with me. That hurt. So I had to punish you. It’s really a shame, too; you’re one hell of a sexy stud, and you’ve got hand’s down the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, with a set of juicy bull balls to match.” 

“FUUUCK!!!” I roared in pain and frustration, my fists beating uselessly at the tempered glass. “Fuck you, you fucking bitch!!” My entire body was breaking out in sweat, and the agony in my cock and balls only continued to get worse. 

“Aww, poor guy!” Angelica said with false sincerity as she turned on the overhead light inside the cab, her green eyes glinting merrily as she looked down at my trapped meat. “That looks like it really hurts! Your cock’s already turning purple, and the swollen veins running all up and down that colossal shaft look ready to pop! Here, let me see if I can help.” 

She reached forward and started stroking the upper half of my cock, using my earlier precum as lube to slicken the knob and shaft as her dainty but strong hand began to piston my meat. Fuck me, but I had been so sexually frustrated for so long that my damn dick betrayed me, erotic pleasure somehow surging through my tortured loins even as I was simultaneously consumed by blinding waves of pain. Angelica could sense the two sets of sensations surging through me, so she brought her second hand into the game, pumping my humongous cock with both hands. Clearly, she wanted to see if she could make me cum even as her car door threatened to chop off my goods. 

I was helpless to stop her, and my growls and bellows of pain were now interrupted by moans and groans of unwilling pleasure. Angelica brought her legs forward and started pressing her naked toes into my warped, mangled, and hideously overstretched nuts. Even her gentle palpation of my trapped bollocks was agony, the heavily bruised orbs screaming in pain as the soles of her feet pressed my huge nuts against the interior of the car door with varying degrees of pressure. She established a diabolical rhythm, piston-fisting my cock to drive me to ever greater levels of arousal, and pressing her feet into my balls to pump the brakes on my swelling and surging need to orgasm. 

The ball-busting bitch must have played my horny, lust-crazed body like a fiddle for damn near an hour, mercilessly edging me and making my already screaming balls bloat even more with all of my congested cum. But incredibly, it was even worse when she finally relented and brought me to a far-too-long-delayed orgasm. 

Angelica suddenly started fisting my bulging and distended cock with blinding speed, pumping the raw and aching organ with wild abandon, and making my sagging, flagging manhood surge anew and hurtle toward the edge. I could feel a monumental orgasm building, temporarily washing away much of the agony shooting through my loins. My toes curled in the soft earth outside the truck, my hands scrabbled for purchase on the hood of the cab, and my moans and groans took on a more urgent and insistent tone. 

And then my orgasm hit, and all hell broke loose. 

All of that cum trapped in my overstretched balls had to somehow squeeze its way through the nearly crushed sperm tubes leading back into my groin, and then that same spunk had to travel right back through the other direction, straining past my crushed and flattened urethra in an effort to propel itself out of my trapped and busted cock. 

The result was agony of mind blowing proportions. 

I thought my tortured loins would shred apart as my massive load backed up in my huge, bloated, purple-hued balls, making my fat testicles feel like they would explode. My traitorous cock lurched and throbbed like some wild beast, pulsing mightily in an effort to ejaculate all of my trapped fluids. But instead of lush ropes and massive slugs of cum rocketing out of my thundering bull cock like it normally would, my thick and gloopy splooge just poured out onto the car seat, like toothpaste being squeezed out of a tube. 

Angelica squealed with delight as my sperm began to pump out onto her truck seat, and she pressed her feet harder than ever into my trapped nuts, really juicing my poor trapped lemons as they contracted and shuddered and desperately tried to unburden themselves of my massive load. It was a gargantuan cum load, even by my lofty standards, and because of the dual bottlenecks slowing my ability to void my sperm out of my balls, my orgasm lasted for several excruciatingly long minutes. 

When my colossal orgasm finally did stutter to a close, I damn near passed out again, my big, powerful body drained of almost all of its tremendous strength. I held on to consciousness for dear life, knowing that if I collapsed now, I really would tear my entire manhood off. I panted and heaved and clung to the side of the car with all of my remaining might, fighting to stay awake even as my poor mind was wracked with agony. 

The auburn-tressed hellcat sitting inside the cab kept gently stroking my still rock hard cock for several long minutes after the last of my clotted splooge had oozed out, playing with the almost freakishly huge puddle of stud spunk that had collected on the passenger seat of her truck. A soft smile played across her beautiful face as she fondled my meat and played with my sperm for several long minutes, seemingly lost in her own thoughts as she toyed with my dying cock. Disturbingly, I could tell that the sensations in my cock and balls were starting to lessen over time, and I knew with a sick certainty that the near total lack of blood flow was slowly strangling my treasured cock and balls to death! 

Angelica almost seemed to read my mind, for she confirmed my worst fears. “I gotta say, Mark, your gigantic cock and balls don’t look so good. They’ve been turning a darker and darker purple for a while now, and your cock’s starting to get downright cold in my hands. I think you need immediate medical attention. You want me to take you to the hospital?” 

“Yes, please Angelica,” I managed to croak out, my voice rougher and even deeper after all of my screaming and bellowing. “I beg of you, please take me to the hospital. I don’t want to lose my cock and balls.” 

“You got it, big boy!” she exclaimed, her face lighting up with excitement as she revved up the engine and put her car in gear. Oh fuck. “Hang on, baby; I’ll get you to the hospital as quickly as I can!” 

I screamed in fresh terror, placing both of my big feet up on the narrow running board below the door, and slapping both of my big arms down on the top of the truck’s cab, grabbing the flood lights on top of the truck with all of my might as Angelica peeled out and started speeding down the bumpy dirt road at dangerous speeds. She purposely drove close to the edge of the road, letting the small branches from trees and scrubs slash at my naked flesh as she cackled and roared. 

The long drive to the hospital remains a blur in my mind. How I managed to cling to the outside of the truck with the majority of my naked body trapped outside, I’ll never know. Desperation must be a powerful motivator indeed. All I do know is that, when we arrived at the hospital, Angelica screeched to a stop in front of the emergency room doors, and popped open the passenger side door of her car, finally freeing my tortured and nearly numb junk. And as blood flow finally returned to my starved and cold genitals, an agony unlike anything that had come before hit me like a freight train, and I slipped into blissful unconsciousness even before my huge, naked, bleeding body struck the asphalt… 

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It was several days before I fully woke up again, and learned what had happened. My nurses said that my unconscious body was rushed into the operating room as the doctors set to work saving what they could of my mangled genitals. The extreme crushing of the root of my manhood, combined with the prolonged strangulation of my genitals, didn’t provide the surgeons much hope, but they set to work to do what they could. 

The entire right side of my body was a mess of welts and lacerations from being lashed by branches and vegetation during the long drive to the hospital, but those injuries were purely superficial, and within a few weeks had healed without even the slightest scar. The same couldn’t have been said for my heavy junk, which had been altered forever. 

There wasn’t much that the surgeons could do for my battered and strangled genitals. They did some repair work on the base of my penis, making sure that blood flow to the rest of the massive organ was unimpaired, but for everything else, it was a matter of waiting and praying. 

I learned that it had been a very near thing when it came to the strangulation of my cock and balls. The doctors later told me that if my genitals had been starved for oxygen and nutrients  more than ten minutes longer, they would have died for sure. In fact, releasing blood flow back into such deceased tissue could have killed me. So in a very real sense, I’m lucky just to be alive. 

My huge, lemon-sized bollocks fared better than my cock. Despite nearly being shattered within the slamming car door frame, pressed and crushed by Angelica’s naked feet, and choked and strangled for over two hours, the testicles themselves had miraculously survived intact, and healed the worst of their bruising and other injuries within a week or so. My big boys were still hale and whole and firmly connected to my body, and my testosterone and sperm counts remained through the roof. The only lasting change to my balls is that they now permanently hang no less than six inches from my crotch, and can hang several inches lower than that when it’s really warm outside, or when my nuts are particularly heavy with cum. After a couple of times of having my huge nuts plunge into cold toilet water, I learned how to adjust my toileting habits to adapt to the pendulous dangle of my huge stud nuts, but otherwise I’ve adjusted to the change to my ballsac. 

My proud, massive stallion cock took many long weeks to heal, and there was considerable concern that it might never get hard again. But once more, my mighty sex organ proved to be tougher and stronger than anyone would have thought, for within a couple of months, I was able to achieve enormous erections once more, and was overwhelmed with relief to discover that I still had full functionality of my huge dick. 

The root of my cock regained its full thickness and girth, but there was some permanent discoloration that marked where my massive member had been trapped within the door frame, as well as some fine but barely noticeable incision scars from where the surgeons had repaired the worst of the damage. 

The biggest change to my cock is that it’s now, well… BIGGER. Having all of that blood trapped inside the spongy erectile tissues of my dick for more than two hours has permanently enlarged those chambers, so that my massive monster cock is now bigger than ever. From root to tip, my gargantuan whale cock now measures a staggering 16 inches in length, and its hole-busting girth is also thicker than ever. I may have a hard time finding holes large enough to accommodate my enlarged cock in the future, but I’ve now got one hell of a show piece! 

My titanic horse cock also now has large, angry stretch marks running the length of the gigantic shaft, and even coursing over the swollen bulb of my cock head as well. At first I was sad that my cock had been so disfigured by its ordeal, but I’ve now come to really like those stretch marks, for they make my cock look even more brutal and masculine than ever. 

I’ve now got the grand daddy of all monster cocks swinging between my muscular legs, a mighty weapon of pure male power. That insane bitch Angelica thought that she could wreck me, that my manhood would be totaled by her truck, but instead I’ve come out of that ordeal with an even bigger and stronger set of genitals than ever! 

And if I ever find that ball-busting bitch again, there will be an epic reckoning… 

The German Pilot - Jayse Version

This story is one of my favorites, even though it doesn't have a lot of ball busting action. There's certainly the threat of castration, however! In fact, in the original version of this story (which, sadly, I no longer have), the unfortunately German stud is nutted and slain by his captors. I thought the dashing young pilot was simply too scorchingly hot to destroy, so I created a different ending for this story...

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The German Pilot

Based on an original story by PR

With England at war, anti-German feeling reaches a crescendo. A shot-down German pilot is in the wrong place at the wrong time when he is captured by some vengeful English farm boys. 

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Summer 1940. Surrey, England at War. 

The three young men were playing in the fields late in the clear summer morning. The three strapping young lads were all big for their age, but since they weren’t quite yet adults, they had not been enlisted into the army and instead had been sent to the country to escape the bombing of London. 

Patrick was the eldest of the three at nearly 18, and was a handsome lad with black hair, striking green eyes, ruddy cheeks, and an impressive musculature for one so young. It was Patrick’s uncle, Samuel, who owned the land the boys played on, and who looked after the three young men. David and Mike were also both 17, and were classmates of Patrick at their school in London. 

David was taller and leaner than Patrick, and though his own impressive physique was not yet as muscular as that of Patrick or Mike, David had a wide frame that promised a heavy musculature in the near future. David’s face was equally as handsome as Patrick’s, and he had straight, dark brown hair, and long, almost feminine eyelashes framing his big brown eyes. 

Mike was the shortest of the three boys at only 5’7”, but he already had a thick musculature that rivaled Patrick’s amazing physique. Mike had a boyish yet masculine face, with beautiful blue eyes and thick sandy blond hair, and a lopsided grin that made the girls back at school swoon. 

The three boys were the best of friends, and were spending the long summer day rough housing in the fields when they heard the sound of planes overhead. The lads stopped what they were doing to watch the fighter plane dogfight in the distant sky. The two black dots were chasing each other and had obviously split away from their peers, as no other aircraft were visible. It was impossible to see who was who at that distance, but the two planes were clearly combatants. 

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Paul Gunther wrenched the joystick of the ME 109 fighter, expertly bringing his aircraft to bear on the British Hurricane fighter, and squeezed the firing button. The aircraft shuddered as the cannons roared into life and the allied aircraft was torn apart. The young, handsome pilot shouted in victory. At only 18 years of age, Paul was one of the youngest pilots in the German air force, and was quickly making a name for himself as an ace pilot. 

Paul turned for home, anxious to leave the scene quickly and avoid more enemy fighters. He suddenly realized that he was losing fuel, and quickly – he’d taken a few rounds himself in the dogfight, and he realized that his fuel line must have been damaged. Paul very quickly faced the fact that he was going to have to crash his plane, and that, if he was lucky, he would probably end the day a Prisoner of War. But at least he’d be in one piece, and POW camps would only be temporary as Germany was bound to win the war within a year. Still flushed with his recent victory, Paul prepared to eject from his aircraft. 

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Samuel stared hopefully at the approaching aircraft. Perhaps it was the British plane, fingers crossed! His heart sank as he saw the familiar black crosses under the aircraft. “The bastard!” he breathed between clenched teeth. Another boy like his 18-year-old son, Daniel, murdered by these German barbarians. 

The aircraft seemed very low to him when suddenly he saw the pilot emerge and parachute - onto his land! The aircraft itself flew on as though still piloted, crashing into a field a few miles away in a ball of flames. Samuel thought quickly, his mind racing — the authorities wouldn’t realize that the German pilot had survived, and would never come here looking to find him. The big farmer turned to his young nephew, Patrick, and his two friends and shouted out, “Come on boys, grab a pitchfork – we’ll capture the bastard ourselves! Patrick, get the shotgun from the house and meet us there - he might be armed.” Samuel raced along with the other two boys to the scene. 

Months of farm-work, with nearly all the grown men away at war, had made the boys very fit and healthy. Their physiques had also benefited, and they all looked very masculine and sexy in their tight breeches and rough work shirts. As they ran toward the woods where the pilot had gone down, their young muscles bulged and flexed beneath their clothes. 

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Paul had banged his head on a branch on his way down, and was somewhat dazed when the big farmer and his boys arrived. In the distance, Paul could also see a third boy approaching with what looked like a rifle. These boys looked damned attractive, Paul thought, fit and healthy looking like the German boys back home. 

Leading the handsome young lads was a big mountain of a man with a massively muscular physique. The big man was obviously a farmer, with a rock hard body that had been earned tilling the soil and farming the land. The big man appeared to be in his late 30’s or early 40’s, and was actually very handsome himself in a rugged, burly sort of way. The big man stood at least 6’4” tall, and must have weighed well over 300 pounds of solid muscle. The big man had thick reddish-brown hair and eyes that were a remarkable, vibrant green. 

Paul’s reverie was soon broken as the big man spoke. 

“Get em up!” the big farmer shouted in a deep, guttural voice, motioning to Paul’s arms whilst holding a pitchfork menacingly. A young, stocky blond lad rushed over and pulled the pistol from Paul’s holster. Paul quickly got the idea that these men wouldn't be making tea and scones for him while they waited for the soldiers to come. He couldn't help noticing the excited stares of the two younger boys, or their firm chests rising and falling beneath their open shirts as they caught their breath on this sticky summer day. 

It soon became apparent that Paul's non-existent English was matched by the men's complete lack of understanding of German. 

The third boy, a delicious young man of no more than 18 or 19 years, caught up to the group, holding a shotgun in his big hands. The breathtakingly handsome youth had thick, dark hair and the same remarkable green eyes as the big farmer. Paul then realized that the beautiful dark-haired boy was somehow related to the big, burly farmer. Despite the circumstances that he found himself in, Paul could not help but stare in wonder at the beautiful young man before him. In fact, being surrounded by four gorgeous, healthy men made Paul’s young libido rise, and he hoped these men wouldn’t notice. 

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Realizing that their German prisoner couldn’t understand English, Samuel broke the ice. “David,” he said, addressing the tallest boy, “fetch a rope from the barn. I'll feel better when we've trussed him.” 

As David ran off to fetch a rope, Patrick eyed the pilot from behind the shotgun with great interest. The pilot looked to be barely older than Patrick and his friends, and was exceedingly handsome. His face was very masculine, with a powerful jaw, high cheekbones, and a long, straight nose. The pilot’s chiseled features were tempered by the most beautiful soft blue eyes Patrick had ever seen, soulful eyes that looked right into Patrick’s innermost being. This gorgeous face was framed by thick brown hair bleached nearly blond by the sun, which fell in rakish waves over the young man’s breathtaking eyes. 

Breaking his eye contact with the handsome pilot, Patrick looked down at the rest of the German’s body. The downed pilot was dashingly handsome in his dark blue Luftwaffe uniform, complete with a gleaming Iron Cross pinned to his chest. The uniform must have been made by an expert tailor, for it hugged the pilot’s physique in a very flattering manner, revealing a beefy, muscular physique. Though not nearly as massive as big Samuel, the German obviously had an impressive body beneath those clothes. Patrick found himself longing to see beneath that tight uniform. 

Patrick’s eyes finally traveled down to the pilot’s crotch, and his gorgeous green eyes all but bugged out of his head. The pilot was seated on the ground with his legs spread wide, and his uniform pants were drawn tightly against his package, outlining an extremely large bulge between the young pilot’s legs. 

Patrick glanced to Mike, and noticed that his eyes were also glued to the young stud’s massive crotch. Patrick knew his two friends well, and knew that they were also interested in seeing this young German buck naked. Their regard for the young prisoner, however, was tempered by an antipathy towards “all things German”, which had been imbued in them partly by war propaganda, but mainly by Samuel’s almost pathological hatred of Germans since the loss of his father in World War I, and more recently, the loss of his son in France. 

David returned and delivered the rope to Samuel, and then his eyes, too, locked on the German’s huge bulge. Samuel hauled the German pilot to his feet and, with David and Mike holding him, tied the prisoner’s hands tightly behind his back. Samuel then led the prisoner back to the house, with the three young men trailing behind, staring at the young German’s shapely and muscular ass through his uniform pants. 

Once inside the house, Samuel made the young pilot sit in a heavy kitchen chair, and then proceeded to tie the young man tightly to the thick wooden chair so that he couldn’t move his arms or his legs. Once satisfied with his handiwork, he invited the boys into the living room for a celebratory drink. Samuel’s malicious mind was already formulating a scheme for their prisoner, desiring to exact revenge for the loss of those he loved. 

The three boys all felt that, although Samuel had never been unfriendly towards them, he had always been gruff and detached, and never this informal and warm. In fact, he almost seemed jubilant. He laughed and joked about the incident as he plied the boys with drink, then began bad-mouthing the German in the kitchen as he recounted his Father's brutal torture and murder in the First War (a hate-fueled fantasy - in fact he had simply been hit by shrapnel) and a similar tale he had invented for his son’s death. 

Samuel could see that the boys were responding well, especially after months of similar indoctrination. After an hour or more, Samuel decided it was time to test his idea on the boys now that they were more amenable. 

“Look boys,” he began, “I'll be honest and tell you that I'm sickened by the idea that that bastard is going to be on his way to a cushy Prisoner of War camp after we phone the police - and if you want my opinion, we should have shot him on the spot and said he pulled a gun on us!” 

Samuel watched their reaction and was pleased to see no objecting faces, when suddenly blond-headed Mike spoke up to his absolute delight, “I'd have backed you up Samuel, no problem. In fact, I'd have dropped him myself - he's probably bombed countless innocent people already.” (The fact that Paul was not a bomber pilot had no interest to the men whatsoever in their current mood.) 

The boys looked at each other, and the mood had become somber and serious. Samuel continued, “The way I look at it, boys, if we don't phone the police, the authorities will simply assume he died in that big fireball we saw in the distance. In fact, he might as well have done.” 

David interjected, betraying his relative innocence, “What - are you suggesting we shoot him Samuel - is that legal?” 

“Not necessarily shoot him, David. We could hang him in the barn - who's to say he didn't break his neck in the fall and we found him dead - it just means one less German who isn't going to escape and murder again.” (By now, Paul, a quite ordinary 18-year-old soldier and fighter pilot, had assumed the mantle of a mass murderer of innocents in the men's minds). 

“You really think we can get away with it?” Patrick replied. At that point, Samuel knew he had achieved his goal -- the boys were with him. 

“Of course,” he replied, and smiled conspiratorially. 

During the next thirty minutes, the four men formulated their plan under Samuel’s guidance. The pilot would be secured for the evening, and they would strip his uniform off and burn it, along with his identification papers. They had learned from these papers that their prisoner’s name was Paul, but they couldn’t understand the rest of the German writing. In the morning, they would take him to the barn and hang him, after which Samuel said he would dispose of the body around the farm so that no trace would remain - even if he had to feed the body to the pigs! The boys were not to worry about the disposal of the body, it would be his responsibility, and he was in no way squeamish after being on a farm all his life (in fact he had castrated and butchered many farm animals - it was second nature to him). 

Patrick and David had warmed surprisingly well to the idea, whilst Mike's only feelings of guilt related to his feelings of sexual excitement at the thought of helping to kill the pilot - and of stripping him. He squirmed his firm, muscular bottom on the settee self-consciously at the stirrings he felt in his loins. 

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When the four men returned and the large farmer began untying him, it was obvious to Paul that they had been drinking, which was a little worrying as the young, dark-haired stud still had the shotgun in his hands. However, when the big farmer began undressing him before the teenage boys, Paul realized that these men were probably going to fuck him before turning him over to the authorities! He was both terrified and hugely turned on at that prospect. 

He was soon fully naked before the questing eyes of the men. If only he could speak a little English! Perhaps there were a few men in this area with similar inclinations to his own? Either way, he was more than ready, although four men could demand a lot of just one lad, no matter how willing he might be. 

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Patrick tried not to gawk, as he didn’t want his uncle finding out how attracted he was to the dashing German prisoner, but once the young pilot’s clothes were off, Patrick could barely contain his youthful libido. The naked man sitting before him was the most beautiful man he had ever seen, even more beautiful than the Greek statues and famous paintings of naked men he had seen back in London. 

The young German was perfectly proportioned and toned, with a fantastic physique that was powerfully muscular without being overly huge like that of his uncle. The young man’s bronzed skin was flawless, and stretched taut over his big muscles. And the sexual equipment swinging between the young pilot’s muscular thighs was simply awesome. The young man’s flaccid cock was at least 8” long and extremely thick, with a thick fold of foreskin covering the big cock head. Thinking of how huge that tool must be when hard made Patrick quiver. Beneath that massive cock swung two equally massive balls. Paul’s gonads simply dwarfed any man’s balls that Patrick had ever seen before, and literally approached a bull’s nuts in sheer size and mass. Each mighty globe was nearly as large as a man’s fist, and hung very loose and low in a thick and naturally hairless scrotum, swinging nearly four full inches below his crotch. 

Samuel had David lay a thick blanket on the large oak kitchen table, and forced the beautiful pilot to lay down on its surface. Samuel then skillfully bound the young man’s wrists and ankles to the four table legs until he was spread-eagled before them all. Paul’s large uncut penis lolling over his big bull balls between his spread legs attracted no small amount of attention from the prying eyes of the three young lads. Patrick had had a couple of boyfriends, as well as no few girlfriends, and he enjoyed sex, so he was aware enough to know that the German was a big man, a very big man in fact. Mike was also well enough aware of this, although David was, surprisingly, still a virgin, and therefore had no frame of reference to compare to. David just knew that this young hunk was hung like the horses out in the fields. 

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The big farmer grunted and placed a tea towel over Paul’s heavy crotch, much to the young man’s surprise and confusion. Though he still assumed they were going to 'use him' at some stage, Paul wondered if perhaps they were shy in front of each other and would use him later. Paul was very proud of his huge German sexual endowment, and he had noticed how all three of the boys had been staring at his sex. Despite being a prisoner at the mercy of the enemy, Paul found that he was hoping the three beautiful boys would all use him at some point. 

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The day had worn on surprisingly rapidly, and Samuel suggested an early night as there was a lot to be done the next day. Patrick could see what was almost a look of disappointment in Paul’s gorgeous blue eyes as the rest of them left the room to go to bed. 

Later that night, while Paul dozed fitfully in his bonds, the three boys spoke excitedly in their shared bedroom. They discussed everything from how much the German deserved his fate; to how long he would take to be hung and if he would struggle much; to the large size of his 'willy' and balls; to how Samuel would dispose of his body; and finally to the admission that each would like to watch the body being disposed of.... Mike even speculated that if the 'willy' was cut off and fed to a pig, it would be quite a mouthful for it to chew on. The trio stifled their boyish laughter so that they wouldn’t awaken Samuel. 

The boys continued their lustful banter until finally it was Patrick who inevitably suggested that it would be a good idea if they were to go quietly downstairs and take another look at the pilot's “meat and potatoes” under the tea towel. Mike sensibly suggested that Paul should be gagged in case he made any noise and accidentally woke up Samuel. 

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Paul was fully asleep when the trio entered the kitchen, and only awoke as he felt Mike forcing a kitchen cloth into his mouth. Waking quickly from his fitful sleep, Paul realized that the boys had come downstairs to have their way with him, and he couldn’t decide if he was scared or excited…or both. He looked around and saw that the three lads were looking very sexy in soft cotton night shorts and cotton t-shirts, and he could clearly see their young muscles outlined underneath the shirts. He could also see steadily growing bulges in their shorts. He knew he was going to be in for an exciting night. 

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With a burst of courage, Patrick moved quickly between Paul’s massive legs and threw the thin tea towel to one side. Paul flinched as Patrick clasped his heavy, lolling penis and coarsely lifted and squeezed it. David could not take his innocent eyes from the massive organ, while Mike joked, “Here piggy, piggy, supper’s ready!” The other two boys fought back their giggles until all three suddenly stopped and stared as the inevitable began to occur. 

Paul’s huge organ began to fill in Patrick's hand, growing thicker and longer and larger with each heartbeat. The boys could only watch in wide-eyed wonder as the astounding growth continued until it throbbed into a huge thrusting erection. Fully erect, the enormous schlong was just over a full foot in length. As the mighty organ reached its full size, the thick foreskin rolled back to expose the glistening mauve plum within. 

David audibly gasped in lustful wonder, trying to catch his breath. Patrick was affected by the sight and feel of the pulsing flesh-column, and couldn’t take his wide eyes off the hot man cock throbbing in his palm. Mike dryly remarked, his voice cracking, “My God! There's enough for the bloody pig's whole family there! He’s HUGE!”

Patrick added, “Must be what they call a big German Bratwurst sausage!” 

Despite the witticisms, the boys were not laughing, for they were for the moment lost in their own private lustful thoughts, gazing at this perfect specimen of a man. 

Patrick directed the excited column upwards and inspected the huge balls, which jostled heavily in their sac as he did so. His left hand moved in and felt them, amazed by their size, their weight, and their sheer mass, and feeling the heat coming off of the great orbs. Patrick trapped the huge right nut between his finger and thumb and felt its firmness, amazed at the strength and toughness of the fat orb. Paul stirred as he felt the light pressure and the slight ache it caused in his vulnerable and helpless testicle. Patrick smiled to himself at the pilot’s reaction. 

David's lack of experience was no secret to Mike or Patrick, and Patrick generously motioned David over to inspect the focus of their attentions. David reached out hesitantly and grasped the straining male flesh - it felt pleasant, smooth, and silky, yet incredibly hard just beneath the surface and pulsing with heat. It resisted him slightly as he lightly moved it around to examine it. Paul was breathing more heavily now, for the boy's attentions felt fantastic, even more so due to this boy's obvious inexperience. 

Mike interjected, “Mind that he doesn't come. With huge balls like that, I’m sure he’d make a hell of a mess and Samuel will catch on.” 

Patrick reassured him, “Don't forget, Mike, I was studying to be a doctor until they evacuated the school a few months ago. I learned that the scrotal sac tightens just before a man comes, so I'm keeping an eye on him. A good ball-squeezing will calm him down if he gets too frisky.” 

David's entire attention was upon the huge hot flesh in his hand. With his free hand, he reached for Paul’s massive, meaty balls and rolled them around in his big hand. David was very conscious of his excitement and could feel his own rock hard cock dripping precum into his shorts. 

Patrick continued, “You know, they say that when a man is hung, he can become very excited and even come in his death-throes. I wonder if Samuel has heard of that,” he smirked. David considered Patrick's comment with interest even as he toyed with Paul's huge organs, and tried to imagine the man's white seed coming out in front of them all in the morning whilst he struggled on the rope. David was pulling on the man's huge balls when he was distracted by the sight of Mike suddenly pulling his t-shirt over his head, revealing his own muscular physique that, while not as huge as Paul’s, was still very impressive. Mike was becoming excited and was intent on moving things forward, and there was little modesty between the good friends. 

“I'm going to see if he likes English boys,” Mike said as he moved to Paul’s chest, now wearing only his thin cotton shorts. Paul stared feverishly at the blond boy’s beefy young chest, and he noticed that the young man’s nipples were swollen and reddened to hard points with obvious sexual excitement. Mike began running his hands over Paul’s thick, hard chest and then hung his own chest over the handsome German’s face. Paul was quick to respond and caught one of the excited nipples in his mouth. "Good boy, good boy…" Mike murmured - whilst David continued to pull on his balls and agitate his pulsing erection. 

The other boys did not notice when Patrick reached inside his shorts to retrieve a small packet. They did notice, however, when Patrick silently waggled a condom in front of them. "Patrick..." Mike hissed through his teeth. David instinctively moved aside and Patrick captured the large erection, levering it down slightly as he began rolling the condom down. Paul breathed heavily through his nose at the exquisite sensation and the realization that his long awaited fuck appeared to be imminent. Patrick thumbed his shorts down, but left his t-shirt on, and mounted the table in a now silent room. He turned towards Paul's feet and straddled his hips, gripping the urgent flesh-column and directing it towards his young solid ass. 

Paul moaned as he felt his plum push against the heat of Patrick’s tight asshole, and he couldn’t help but stare at the young man’s gorgeous ass, so rounded and muscular and firm it made his head spin with lust. 'God, his cock was going in, he was so young and tight - his bottom, God...' spun Paul’s mind as he let his head drop back, shutting his eyes and savoring the sensation. 

Patrick grimaced in pain as he slowly worked his ass down the incredibly long and thick German cock. He had taken some big cocks up his ass back in London, but nothing quite as huge as the cock possessed by the sexy German pilot, and it was almost more than he could take. But after a couple of minutes, Patrick managed to bury the huge flesh column all the way to the base in his muscular ass. He then gathered up Paul’s enormous balls and held them firmly as he began pumping up and down. 

Paul lifted his head to catch a glimpse of Patrick's magnificent deep cleft in his ass, which was revealed intermittently as he rose and fell, before Mike once again pushed a hard nipple insistently into his mouth for him to suckle on. David looked on, mesmerized. Patrick began to lose his rhythm as his excitement mounted. Mike pulled his nipple free from Paul's mouth and waved David over. "Don't be left out David! Why not make him smell your bum - the dirty German will love that, eh?" 

David liked the idea but was more inhibited than his friends and kept his shirt and shorts on as he mounted the stout oak table. Paul saw the fantastic vision of David's muscular ass as he dropped his shorts and lowered himself onto Paul’s face, David’s big ass cheeks crushing his nose and features almost painfully as he did so. Modestly he kept his rock hard cock and big, heavy balls away from the young German’s face, as he lent back and pressed his big bottom onto him. 

Patrick was mounting towards his climax, but sensed that Paul was too. Instinctively, he pulled on the big balls, trapped in his grip, and began squeezing firmly as his orgasm swept over him, moaning as he did so in exquisite pleasure. Simultaneously, Paul pulled helplessly on his bonds and screamed into his gag and David's large bottom as the pain racked his balls in Patrick's squeezing hand. Huge ropes of cum jetted out of Patrick’s thick, ten-inch cock, spraying in sticky lines onto the table and the German’s beefy, muscular legs. In his pleasure, Patrick squeezed Paul’s balls a little harder than he would have done otherwise, in fact coming close to causing possible permanent testicle damage. Paul felt sick with the pain and forgot the erotic sensations as he sobbed into David's ass. Patrick recovered his composure, and when his orgasm finally finished, he lifted himself off the incredibly still completely erect organ with a loud sucking noise. 

"God, that was amazing!! I've got more fresh condoms if you want a go," he said to Mike, who had been avidly watching Patrick's performance. Mike needed little persuasion to drop his shorts now, revealing an eight-inch-long cock that was every bit as thick and meaty as the massive schlong sported by their German prisoner. As soon as he had replaced the used condom with a fresh one, Mike positioned himself as Patrick had done (though fully naked) and began by laying the fully erect organ upwards on the pilot's stomach and grinding it between his hard rounded ass cheeks until it had become even more violently erect. Once he was ready, Mike then began the slow process of inserting the huge organ into his incredibly tight ass. 

Paul's recently mangled balls still ached, but the sensations of pleasure were returning with a vengeance. As Mike pumped the organ steadily with his strong and talented ass, David striped off his shorts and began positioning himself such that his big nine-inch cock now contacted Paul's lips. Paul could taste the young man’s excitement on his tongue, and he greedily sucked the entire length of David’s beautiful cock down his throat. 

Mike rode Paul for a long time, alternately pumping and then grinding, whilst Paul literally struggled for breath with David's magnificent cock shoved in to the hilt in his pulsing throat. At more than one point, Paul came dangerously close to shooting a violent orgasm into Mike's clutching ass, but Patrick's watchful eyes saw the tell-tale ball-tightening and he reacted quickly to give the still aching balls an expert squeezing - just enough to abate the orgasm but without reducing the erection. 

Mike came shortly afterwards with a final grind and an 'Oooooh!' Thick bolts of cum erupted from his cannon of a cock, spraying even more male juice all over the soldier’s naked lower body. After a short rest, Mike uncoupled himself and the erection came free, waggling as it did so. Patrick quickly pulled the condom off and began replacing it with a fresh one as both boys now looked to David. Mike spoke, "Come on David, you'll regret it tomorrow if you don’t. Give him what for!” 

David wasn't going to be left out by any means and was by now a highly excited young man. He decided to keep his t-shirt on out of modesty, and straddled the big German soldier again. 'Here goes my virginity - I never thought it would be like this, on a kitchen table with a condemned man,' thought David (Paul still had no idea of his impending fate). He gingerly eased himself down onto the now iron-hard erection. Despite being the tallest of the three lads with the largest frame, David was, in his virginity, extremely tight. In order to 'take him' David had to pause and relax as he slowly took the thick column of flesh into his tight ass, something Paul found excruciatingly erotic - David was almost painfully tight around his huge penis. 

Patrick decided he wanted to sit on the young soldier’s face, and he quickly instructed Mike on 'ball control' advising him not to squeeze too hard in his inexperience or enthusiasm. Mike had large hands and was extremely strong, and Patrick didn’t want him bursting the soldier’s massive bull balls by mistake. Mike took Patrick's place and watched the mighty balls for signs of pre-ejaculation whilst Patrick moved to his head and straddled his face. Paul was overwhelmed by the fantastic visions as Patrick did so. Patrick’s thick, ten-inch cock was waving proudly just over Paul’s handsome face, and his handsome mouth opened expectantly, waiting to receive the enormous cock down his throat. Paul could smell the strong manly scent coming off Patrick’s balls and crotch, and his head spun with lust. Patrick then rammed his entire cock down Paul’s throat in one powerful thrust, until his big balls were pressed tight against the young soldier’s chin. David felt the German’s gigantic erection harden yet more, if that was even possible, as his senses were literally assaulted by the young manhood all around him. 

The combination of David's tightness and the Patrick's thick cock shoved down his throat had the inevitable effect on Paul. His young libido rose to the crisis point, but Mike easily spotted the tell-tale signs. His hand shot forward and expertly twisted and squeezed the man’s huge balls. Mike proved to be a natural ball-squeezer, sensing just the right amount of pressure needed to quell his eruption, yet maintain the erection within David. 

David rode Paul’s maleness and had been sufficiently aroused by his previous activities to discover that his own orgasm was fast approaching, something his increasing lack of rhythm betrayed. Patrick ground his cock harder and harder as he too mounted towards a second orgasm, causing Paul to struggle for breath. David let out a long, deep moan as he found his satisfaction, and began pumping out his own big load all over the table and the young prisoner’s muscular legs. Incredibly, David's culmination seemed to excite Patrick's own finale shortly afterwards as he pushed his cock all the way in and delivered his multiple salvos of thick man cream down the young German’s swallowing throat. 

The satisfied boys dismounted and Mike pulled the used condom from Paul's very large and VERY frustrated erection. Mike in fact amused himself by flipping the erection and watching it waggle back up whilst the other two collected shorts and t-shirt and cleaned up the thick mess of cum from their orgasms. Paul's organ leaked pre-cum like a faucet and he was painfully hard when Mike's hand left it. Mike quickly pulled his shorts on whilst Patrick removed the gag and Paul subsequently moaned and mumbled in German until Patrick gave him a very stern look indeed. The handsome and horny young German just couldn't believe that after all that had gone on he would not be allowed to cum – the bastards! Patrick couldn't resist giving the painfully erect organ a stinging and malicious slap before they crept out to return quietly to their shared bedroom. 

As each boy lay quietly in his bed, they all experienced a deep conflict that kept them all awake. All three boys had been told that the German’s were evil butchers who had to be destroyed, yet all three were also extremely attracted to the prisoner that they had tied up in the kitchen. He was a gorgeous young man, barely older than themselves, and each of the three boys privately wished that they weren’t going to hang the young German stud in the morning. 

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It was some time later when David felt the need to urinate and absent-mindedly pulled the flush-chain. Samuel’s fitful sleep was disturbed and he was soon fully awake. He decided to go and take a look at their prisoner before he was hung in the morning. He pulled on his own long-johns and went downstairs. He had missed a potentially embarrassing rendezvous with the boys by only half an hour. 

Paul awoke from a light sleep to see the big, muscular man enter and was overjoyed - this was beyond his wildest fantasy and he was convinced that he would surely have his relief now. 

Samuel, however, did not have what he hoped for in mind. He walked around the table silently, staring intently at the prisoner all the while, such that he felt intimidated into remaining completely silent under the huge man’s stern gaze. The farmer looked at Paul’s  heavy penis, now flaccid but still large and full. In complete silence Samuel suddenly mounted the table, to Paul's relief, and sat his very large and beefy ass onto his face. His breathing was even more of a struggle now than under David's big ass, but it did trigger his 'rise' as expected. Samuel wanted some form of sexual contact with this male, and used the excuse to himself that he would test his libido to see if he was a 'sex-fiend'. His 'fears' were more than confirmed - an almighty erection unfurled before him - the likes of which he had never seen on anything other than stallions and prize stud bulls. It throbbed strongly, the purple crown glistening while the young lad labored for breath into Samuel’s huge crushing ass cheeks. 

He sat there for a long time, staring at the enormous erection, whilst his anger mounted (and also his suppressed sexual frustration). When he could stand it no longer, Samuel suddenly leapt from the table and began screaming abuse at the restrained man. He didn't care if the whole world heard him, years of hatred and frustration boiled over. He was a 'murderer', a 'barbarian', a ‘rapist’ - he was to blame for all the ills in his life... 

The commotion woke the boys instantly. Mike was the first to leave the bedroom and journey downstairs. Patrick and David followed a short distance behind. "Samuel, are you alright?" Mike exclaimed upon entering the kitchen. Patrick and David followed Mike in. 

"It's this bastard - I came down here for a glass of water and I found him like this!" Samuel exclaimed, pointing at the man's great erection. "As far as I'm concerned, he's a sex-fiend as well as a murderer - God only knows how many women and boys he's probably raped! I tell you lad, I'm ready to finish the animal here and now - in fact I will. I suggest you boys go upstairs now and leave this to me - I don't want to upset you.” 

The trio hovered around the doorway as if rooted to the spot. Mike spoke out as a kind of group spokesman, "Samuel, we decided last night that we want to be in on the whole thing - we're not going to leave you on your own and we're not squeamish." 

Samuel was genuinely touched and acknowledged their commitment, "Very well boys, but I warn you it's going to be messy. I'm going to garrote him with a piece of rope - but not before I've done what he's had coming, the dirty rapist bastard. I'm going to castrate him like the animal he is.” 

The boys looked at each other, stunned by the idea, and yet terribly fascinated by this development in a morbid sort of way. 

"I don't want him screaming the house down. Can I ask one of you boys to volunteer a pair of shorts as a gag - it'll be the last cheap thrill he'll ever have.” Mike and Patrick looked nervously at each other, and David swallowed hard – none of them wanted to see their hunky prisoner lose his gigantic balls. In the end, however, David shucked off his shorts and gave them to Samuel, who forced them unceremoniously into the now highly confused man's mouth. 

Samuel had prepared the 'necessities' the previous evening just after the boys had preceded him to bed. They were around the corner in the kitchen annex, wrapped in some towels - two short lengths of rope to bind his arms and legs before he was hung with a longer length - waiting in the barn..., knives, poultry shears which he had always used for gelding pigs (but which he had intended for dismembering the body when he placed them there), a short saw, and so on. 

Samuel began the proceedings. "Boys, this is going to be bloody and messy, so I suggest that for the sake of our clothing and of leaving no trace, we take our things off and leave them on the stool in the corner. I have sacks ready around the corner to put him in and then we'll need to scrub everything down afterwards." 

The young men began divesting themselves of their meager clothing, Samuel failing to notice that the three boys were already semi hard. Samuel continued, "David, he has no idea of what's going to happen to him and it's better like that, so I wonder if you could perch on his chest so that he can't see what's happening.” David readily complied and began clambering over Paul, who was in a state of fevered lust once more, surrounded as he was by a literal harem of sexy male flesh with all their magnificent sights and smells - it was like a wild fantasy come to life. He grunted into his gag as he saw David's huge beefy bottom descend and settle inches from his face, his weight making him labor somewhat for his breath. He could smell the young man’s musky odor and feel his big cock and balls pressing onto his chest. 

Samuel, satisfied that the pilot’s view was obstructed, fetched the towel-wrapped implements and lay them between Paul’s well spread and tethered legs. He unwrapped the towel and revealed the gleaming instruments. Mike's eyes flicked morbidly between the sharp metal instruments and the man's huge erection and pendulous balls hanging between his legs - he wondered how long the big flesh-column with its glistening purple plum would remain erected and throbbing like that after Samuel cut his balls off. 

Samuel interrupted Mike's reverie, "Mike, would you hold that thing of his out of the way whilst we get on?” Mike gladly complied, taking a firm controlling grip on the erection to Paul's sensual delight. Samuel continued, "Now I'm going to finish him off with this, shortly after we've given him his just deserts," he said holding up one of the short lengths of rope and briefly demonstrating visually that it would be to strangle him with. "So, with a view to your medical training, I'm going to ask you, Patrick, to castrate our prisoner.” 

Patrick was a little taken aback by this development, but realized that he was obviously the best suited for the task. Before Patrick could think further, Samuel had taken the pilot's big, meaty balls in his hand and began demonstrating castration techniques to the fascinated boys with the fingers of his other hand acting as mock knives or shears. He showed with his finger and thumb how pigs were generally ringed with a powerful rubber band around the root of the sac before gelding to prevent blood-loss, although he mentioned further that this would not be necessary on this occasion as this man was to die shortly afterwards anyway, and this castration was being enacted as a punishment for his undoubted crimes against innocents. He also demonstrated with his 'finger-knife' how sometimes an incision could be made vertically along the ball sac and the balls could be lifted out to be snipped from their individual cords such that the knife-slit could be stitched up afterwards, leaving an empty sac. He was happy for Patrick to use either method. Samuel explained how he had gelded all manner of farm animals, even helping on one or two of his friends’ farms. As well as pigs, he had gelded mature rams and younger male sheep, stallions and even a few bulls as it saved on expensive vet's bills. He said a bull would let out deafening bellows as it was being castrated. This was really no different in a sense, except that this bastard was lower than a farm animal. 

Paul's fevered mind began forming dark suspicions as he felt his huge balls being firmly pulled and fingers tracing around the very root of his sac. But his fears were quickly dismissed among the thrilling sensations of having his balls handled so erotically like this, whilst the sexy young blond stud held his hard-on so firmly and possessively. Mike had stood further out to his right than necessary so that Paul could see his beefy and muscular naked figure, the out-thrusting profile of his strong buttocks, his thick chest, shoulders, and arms, and his thick and beefy legs, not to mention his extremely thick and completely erect eight-inch cock. Paul suddenly caught sight of the big farmer’s naked form as he went to fetch something else from the kitchen's annex room - first his huge back and rolling, muscular buttocks and then on his return his huge chest and arms, and his dark bush of pubic hair over a massive sexual endowment, nearly rivaling the size of Paul’s own gargantuan cock and balls. Paul could easily see that the farmer’s thick nipples were full and obviously excited. As he disappeared again his eyes returned to David's big milky-white buttocks crushing his chest, and his deep, dark hole that had so pleasured him less than an hour before. 

Samuel returned with a large glass pickle-jar, and placing it between the man's legs said simply "Souvenirs!” Patrick gave an uneasy grin in compliance. Mike's eyes widened, and David squirmed his excited ass slightly on the male's firm chest. 

Patrick reached out and grasped the man's big balls firmly at last - he rolled them slightly and felt strangely excited by what he was about to do to him. He decided that this was perhaps every man's deepest fantasy - to revel in the power of unmanning a large and powerful man as he displayed his excitement. He had a brief and exciting fantasy in his mind's eye of sitting on Paul’s face and forcing him to suck him to orgasm as he held the knife to his condemned balls, whilst his frustrated erection jostled between his firm and beefy pecs. He snapped back to reality and realized that this was real and that he was actually going to do it. He decided to select one of the short knives laid out on the towel and pulled firmly on the balls trapped in his gripping left hand. 

Samuel interrupted, "Just a minute Patrick, let's see just how much of a sex-fiend he really is. Why don't you see if you can 'fire him up' Mike? We'll see how much of a man he really is. I bet like all bullies he's got nothing much to offer.” Samuel was merely voicing what all the others secretly wanted - they wanted to see the handsome young man perform. Mike had already been quietly pumping at the great erection, gently and slowly so that the others would not notice. Now he willingly accepted the challenge and began pumping the organ properly. The men all stared fascinated as the big glistening plum was jerked and jostled above Mike's tightly gripping fist. Patrick stared, as this was his secret fantasy as well. 

Paul could see Mike to his side - he was looking down intently at his penis in his hand and he could see his chest and arm flexing deliciously as he did so. He felt that he could sense all the men's eyes on his excited parts. His eyes flicked between David's big bottom, and Mike's bouncing chest, and he could feel another man’s hand pulling on his balls. 

Mike took in the marvelous feel and sight of the big hard-on that he was pumping, and also noticed excitedly that Patrick was holding the knife dangerously close to the stretched ball sac - with all the movement it was possible that the knife might prematurely cut the man's sac a little. He hoped not as he wanted to see the man cum, and see exactly how much he was going to give... 

Patrick decided cruelly that he was going to cut him while he was cumming; after all, this wasn't for his pleasure, it was his punishment, right? He rolled the massive bull balls again absent-mindedly and gripped the knife a little tighter. 

It was ironic that all the while Paul believed that he was being used as a sex-toy by the four men; maybe they'd had their fun and just wanted him to have his relief (though what the farmer was going crazy about earlier he had no idea). Paul's senses were whirling as he seemed to focus on David's big sweating buttocks almost slipping about on his chest as he now almost blatantly agitated his excited crotch on him. 

Paul's orgasm began mounting - Mike sensed it and started murmuring his encouragement, "Come on....come on, let's have it...come on you big German stud..." He wanted to see his seed come out, and he wanted to see him castrated - to help speed things up in fact he opened his legs just a little and turned slightly so that Paul could better see his big throbbing cock. Mike smiled to himself as he saw Paul’s head turn and look between his legs. The young German’s mind raced, 'God, look at that thick cock on that beefy blond hunk. Unnn… Nnnnnnn…! Oh shit, I’m going to cum!!’

Patrick felt the massive ball sac tensing in his hand as Mike felt the flesh-column jerk harder than ever - and then it happened - the most almighty string of cum jerked out of the gaping eye of the plum and lashed across David's big chest. Paul practically screamed his relief into David's tightly balled shorts as David yelped his shock. "My goodness!" exclaimed Samuel. Mike was shocked as he saw another great string lash out onto David's lower belly and the very top of his thick brown pubic bush. 

The three boys were mesmerized as blast after huge, sticky blast of cum jetted forth from the young prisoner’s penis with a force that was difficult to describe. In a matter of moments, David’s torso was criss-crossed in thick ropes of the young man’s cum, which also landed onto the German’s own washboard stomach in thick white lines. But the young stud’s orgasm showed no signs of ebbing, and continued to thunder onward unabated. Pulse after huge pulse of Paul’s thick white seed pumped forth from his enormous penis, coating and recoating David’s big frame with his male essence. It took nearly a minute for the young prisoner to finish pumping out his earth shattering load, and when he did, David’s body was literally dripping with cum. Great pools of the stuff had formed on Paul’s own belly and run off onto the table. If not for the thick blanket on top of the table to absorb the mess, rivers of the gooey stuff would have flowed off the sides of the table and onto the flagstone floor! 

All four men stared dumbfounded at the awesome mess that the young pilot had made, and the only sound to be heard was Paul’s own labored breathing. It had been one of the most intense orgasms of his young life, and he was momentarily exhausted. 

Patrick was still firmly gripping the base of Paul’s outstretched balls, but he had long since removed the knife from its dangerous position near the young prisoner’s scrotum. Patrick was in love, and he suddenly realized that there was no way he could castrate this stunning hunk of a man lying naked and helpless before him. 

Samuel did not feel the same way, however. Enraged at the obvious turn of feelings among his boys, Samuel grabbing the knife from Patrick’s unresisting hand, pushed his nephew out of the way, and prepared to finish the job himself. The big farmer grasped the base of the young German’s humongous ball sac in one meaty hand and pulled down, hard. Paul yelped in pain, his scrotum stretched to nearly twice its normal dangle. Samuel then brought the knife down beneath the thinly stretched scrotal skin and prepared for the one upward slice that would end the young man’s awesome masculinity forever. 

Patrick snapped out of his shock first, and jumped on his uncle’s back, trying to pull him away from the helpless prisoner. Mike reacted next, grabbing the much bigger man’s wrist with both of his strong hands, and trying to pry his knife arm away from the stud’s beefy bull nuts. David then joined the fray as well, leaping off of Paul’s prone body to pounce onto Samuel. The huge farmer bellowed in rage, but refused to release his strangle hold on Paul’s huge straining nuts, and instead pulled on them harder still as he was steadily pushed backwards. Paul’s ball cords were phenomenally strong, but with nearly 300 pounds of muscle man pulling them steadily downward, it wouldn’t be long before they were simply ripped clean off his body. 

It was quickly becoming clear that, even with three strapping young lads fighting against him, Samuel was simply too strong and would soon win his way free to castrate Paul. Samuel sent David flying off of him, and then elbowed Mike in the gut, doubling over the young man in agony and temporarily knocking the wind out of him. Lastly, he shrugged young Patrick off his back, freeing himself entirely. With menace and hatred in his eyes, Samuel took a step forward, preparing to bring the glinting knife down in an arc of destruction that would claim Paul’s huge, turgid nuts. 

In the meantime, even the thick blanket’s ability to absorb Paul’s monstrous load had been overcome, and large puddles of the young man’s splooge had formed on the tile floor. Samuel stepped forward onto one of these puddles, and his bare foot slipped on the slick, gooey substance, sending his foot out from under him. Samuel cried out as he fell sideways, releasing Paul’s screaming nuts as he fought to catch his fall. The huge farmer fell heavily face first on the floor, and trembled mightily for a few moments before lying completely still. As the horrified boys watched, a pool of blood began to spread from beneath the huge man’s body. All three boys worked together to push the huge man over, and discovered that he had landed on the very knife intended to castrate the prisoner, and the knife had plunged directly through the farmer’s heart, killing him instantly. 

The boys could only stare wide-eyed at the dead man for several moments, and then the sound of moaning from the table brought them back to the present. Patrick came to the young pilot’s side and gently removed the gag from his mouth, and then leaned down and passionately kissed the handsome young German, who responded in kind. After a long kiss, Patrick and the other boys quickly untied the young muscle stud, and they all embraced and kissed each other in relief. 

Paul helped the boys to dispose of Samuel’s body, cleaning up any evidence that anything amiss had occurred in the house. The pigs were indeed well fed by the time they were done…

Just as the boys had fallen in love with him, so had Paul fallen in love with these three young and extremely handsome men who had been his saviors. The lads knew that if the government found out that Paul was on their property, he would be taken to a POW camp and they would likely never see him again. And so they hid him on their farm, and gradually taught him English. All the while, the four young men created a bond and a relationship together, and spent each night curled in each other’s arms, the stickiness of their recent sex gluing them all together. 

The four young men sat out the rest of the war in this fashion, running the farm and keeping their handsome German hidden from view. When the war finally ended five years later, Paul realized that he had no intention of ever going back to Germany, as he had found a new life with his three handsome English lads.