Jayse's Brutal Ball Busting Stories

I have collected, edited, and authored hundreds of ball busting stories involving brutal M/M action against some of the most handsome and hugely hung muscle men imaginable, and I wanted to finally share these stories on the web. These stories are all pure fiction and should NOT be tried at home. Even the herculean hunks in my stories sometimes don't survive with their balls intact, and if you acted out any of these stories, serious or fatal injury would result.

Monday, February 11, 2019

Dethroning the King - Chapter 5 - Procuring Zach's Sperm

Dethroning the King

An original story by Jayse and D.

Chapter 5 - Procuring Zach’s Sperm

For 7 years, Zach had refused to provide the UFT doctors with a sample of his sperm, and for those same 7 years, Gustav had tried and failed to find some way of obtaining the young man’s powerful seed through other channels. The Supreme Leader was not used to being stymied in even the least of his plans, and his frustration with not being able to obtain the young fighter’s spunk was epic.

The time eventually came, however, when Gustav’s perseverance finally paid off. His informants were able to contact someone from within Zach’s own community-based organization, an inside man who had access to the handsome muscle bull and who promised that he would obtain a sample of the stud’s precious baby batter. The vile dictator was understandably excited by this development, and eagerly awaited a specimen of the bull’s seed so that he could deliver it to his scientists.

********

Night had fallen across the barrio, and the gymnasium employees had long since said goodbye and left for the evening. Zach was once again alone in his vast gym, and the handsome muscle stud was hard at work training his mighty bollocks.

Only this time, and for the very first time, the unsuspecting hunk was not truly alone. A masked figure was hiding in the shadows, capturing the entire evening’s events on a tiny video recording device, and watching every awe-inspiring, jaw-dropping moment of Zach’s secret ball workouts.

Zach had decided that, tonight, he would perform circuit training, running through his entire compliment of ball-busting workouts and testing how many gains he’d made in the past few months. He quickly stripped naked, revealing his magnificent body in all of its stunning, otherworldly glory to an empty room, and talked over to the first station.

He started with dumbbell ball beating, starting with his 100 pounders and gradually increasing the weight until he was using a 265-pound dumbbell, by 25 pounds the heaviest weight he’d yet used on his mammoth nuts. That titanic weight packed quite a whollop as it crashed into his balls with devastating force again and again and again, and Zach was bellowing in agony by the time he was using his two-handed strike to hammer that weight into the meaty depths of his enormous nuts. It wasn’t surprising that, in the midst of this rain of steel destruction, Zach hit his first orgasm of the night, and sprayed out a truly gargantuan load all over the towel-covered floor. The young man was panting heavily by his final rep, his bruised balls throbbing with an ache unlike any he’d had before. The hunk felt tremendously energized by his ability to withstand his heaviest weight pounding yet, and so he quickly moved on to the next station.

The colossal muscle stud moved on to a weight bench, where he wasted no time and immediately piled three 50-pound plates atop his trapped nuts before beginning a set of monster curls, using the same 265-pound dumbbells that had so recently been hammering the very life out of his huge bull balls. Zach then did overhead presses, lateral shoulder raises, and wide-spaced flys with ever-increasing weights, making his chest, shoulders, and arms explode with impossibly thick and powerful muscle.

Then he added another 50-pound plate on top of his balls and repeated his exercises again. And again. And again.

Zach now had 300 pounds crushing downward upon his flattened screaming nuts, the heaviest weight they’d ever carried to date. But the young hunk was determined to break all of his records tonight. With utter confidence and steely determination, Zach lifted up another 50-pound plate, and placed the huge circle of steel atop the pile of heavy discs. The handsome young man threw back his head and bellowed in agony as 350 pounds of steel bore down on his squashed nuts, flattening them further still! But incredibly, the huge gonads held, crushed flatter than they’d ever been crushed before, stoically enduring even this terrific amount of weight.

But instead of pumping out another monster set of exercises, Zach grabbed two more plates off of the floor, a 10-pound and a 5-pound weight. Clearly, the stud was aiming for his goal of supporting his own body weight on his nuts! However, he’d already jumped a massive 50 pounds in the amount of weight he was using on his nuts, redlining them as it was. With his mammoth testicles already crushed so unbelievably flat, could they possibly endure any more weight?!

Zach held the pair of small plates high above the weight stack, a good 4 feet above the top plate. He was going for broke — instead of simply laying those final two plates on his balls, he was going to drop them from as high as his long arms could reach. After taking a couple of quick, steadying breaths, Zach dropped those final weights, watching with his intense gaze as they plummeted toward the waiting weight stack.

CLANG!!

The young man’s recoil was awesome. Every gigantic muscle in his spectacular physique flexed and bulged at the same time, and his handsome head was once more thrown back in unbearable agony. Zach felt like his precious balls were about to explode, simply unable to bear any more crushing weight. The entire weight stack quivered for several long seconds, the lad’s behemoth balls shuddering so hard that the entire tower of weights jiggled. The hunk’s mighty gonads were now squashed down to a fraction of an inch in thickness, the flattest they had ever been, resembling a pair of humongous, blood red pancakes. And it was clear that they were about to burst at any moment.

Several long seconds ticked by, with Zach’s entire manhood hanging in the balance, but eventually the powerfully shaking and quivering of the young man’s nuts ceased, and the weights settled into stillness. Zach’s heroically powerful nuts had held, and were now supporting a fantastic 365 pounds of steel!!

Only then did Zach start pumping out his heaviest set of reps yet, cycling through his curls, presses, and flys while an inhuman agony tore through his bollocks. It was just after Zach began to do a set of wide-spaced incline flys, using a 400-pound dumbbell in each hand, that his cock suddenly began violently throbbing with his second orgasm of the night. Blast after blast after great, milky white blast of pure stud semen shot out of Zach’s cock with terrific force, painting thick lines of hot goo across his rippling torso and colossal shoulders as he hammered out rep after rep with the enormous weights. (The only reason why the hunk’s devastatingly handsome face wasn’t also coated in thick lashings of his stud cum was because the great overhang of his colossal pecs was so thick and so meaty that any cum slugs aiming for his face were instead shattered against the great undercarriage of his phenomenal chest.) The mind-numbingly powerful orgasm tearing through his loins threatened to distract the titanic muscle god as he pounded out a mammoth load, but he managed to keep his tight focus and concentration even through this combination of great pleasure and horrific pain, hammering out more than 30 reps, with his cock blasting out great hot streamers of goo the entire time.

It was a titanic orgasm, even by Zach’s rarified standards, but the young uber hunk was clearly just warming up.

The panting muscular titan then removed the 365 pounds of weight bearing down on his balls, got up, and moved (with a slightly bow-legged stance) to his final station of the night, the squat rack. He loaded up 1,500 pounds on the barbell as his starting weight, skipping his normal warm up sets and heading right for the heavy lifting. He then attached the 50-pound kettle bell to his balls, the weight strap tightly encircling the neck of his baggy, hairless scrotum and forcing his ostrich-egg-sized bollocks to bulge out at the very bottom of their sac. He then began his usual nut-cord-ripping and ball-busting squat workout.

Over and over, Zach heaved the barbell upward through the ferocious, tremendous power of his mammoth legs, and simultaneously hauled up the massive kettle bell by his almighty nuts. On each downward motion, the kettle bell would hit the ground with a heavy thud, followed by the sound of Zach’s huge, naked bollocks striking the top of the kettle bell and then getting smashed between stud and steel.

WHUMP!! SMACK!!

The unbelievably powerful young buck would hammer out 4 or 5 sets with a certain barbell weight before upping the weight and repeating the process. Zach gradually built up the barbell weight by 100-pound increments until he was once again squatting with 1,850 extraordinary pounds, still his heaviest lift to date. He thundered out 6 sets of 30 reps at this mighty weight, and then re-racked the weight, his chest heaving with the exertion and sweat pouring off of his gargantuan muscles in rivers. His already gigantic quads had exploded to even more mind-blowing dimensions, and those humongous muscles visibly quivered after their most brutal workout ever. His terrifically bruised and swollen bull nuts continued to bulge bright red and shiny in the bottom of their overstretched sac, the 50-pound kettle bell still tearing ferociously at the mighty cables and cords that attached those magnificently massive bollocks to the young man’s muscular body.

Normally, Zach would finish his workout here, proud of himself and confident in the knowledge that he had pushed himself farther than ever before. But not tonight. No, tonight Zach wanted to go for broke; he wanted to prove to himself that he was the toughest, strongest bull stud in history.

Zach reached down to the strap tightly encircling his straining elephant nuts and hit the quick release, sending the 100-pound weight plummeting to the ground with a very loud THUD!! He effortlessly picked up the massive kettle bell and hurled it to the side, the foot-wide sphere of solid metal sailing a good dozen feet before heavily striking the ground and rolling another few feet. The young man then reached for a new piece of gym equipment that he’d had made especially for this occasion.

The kettle bell that Zach now heaved into place beneath him was the largest kettle bell ever made, a 200-pound monster, a solid steel sphere that was a full 16 inches diameter! He then added additional weight to the squat rack, bumping the weight up to an even 2,000 pounds! Zach squatted down beneath the barbell, then reached down and attached the kettle bell’s weight strap to his mighty nuts. He knew that this would be his greatest challenge yet, a test that could very well result in the loss of his colossal testicles, his most precious balls. But Zach was confident that his mighty gonads could endure even this insane abuse, so with a great inhalation of air, expanding his massive chest to the maximum, the young stud gave a deep grunt and then launched himself upward.

When viewed in slow motion, Zach’s almighty upward push with his massive legs seemed to almost effortlessly lift the one ton barbell stretching across his gargantuan shoulders and back, but simultaneously seemed to leave his mammoth nuts behind. As his herculean body was propelled upward, Zach’s goliath gonads just stayed in place, and instead his thick and baggy scrotum just stretched longer and longer. The young bull-hung stud had a very modest hang to his nuts naturally, despite their great weight, but had succeeded in stretching them out to 3 or 4 inches from his straining groin on numerous occasions. With the 200-pound kettle bell tearing at his massive nuts, though, his extraordinarily heavy bollocks were almost instantly stretched down a full 3 inches from his crotch. But as Zach lurched upward, that stretch increased to 4 inches, and then 5 inches, and then an astounding 6 inches! It looked as if Zach was going to tear his own balls off in a valiant but vain effort to lift the 200-pound kettle bell with nothing but his spectacular testes!

Then, at an unbelievable stretch of 6 and a half inches, the massive weight suddenly began to lift off the floor, hauled upward by only the power of a young man’s impossibly strong testicles!

Zach propelled himself completely upright, his handsome face almost beet red with the strain and the unbelievable agony in his huge nuggies. He paused at the top of the motion, the enormous kettle bell tearing mercilessly at his screaming gonads. Then, with slow and exquisitely precise movements, Zach lowered all of that weight, letting the kettle bell hit the floor before crashing into that weight balls first, a full ton of weight across his massive shoulders only adding to the force of the impact. The 200-pound kettle bell made a thunderous bang when it struck the floor, followed by an equally loud and beefy slap as Zach slammed his bull nuts into the waiting metal sphere.

WHAM!!! SMACK!!!

Zach once again grunted with effort, and hoisted both sets of weights aloft, followed by the inevitable downward crash.

WHAM!!! SMACK!!!

Over and over Zach repeated his powerful and precise movements, ruthlessly stretching out his screaming scrotum and then pummeling his bollocks full force into the unyielding steel sphere.

WHAM!!! SMACK!!!

The young muscle man was drunk on his own incredible power, watching himself in the mirror was he hammered out an unbelievable amount of weight with his legs and balls. He was so powerfully turned on that, on about the 12th rep, his massive, chest-and-belly-slapping clydesdale of a cock began to spontaneously erupt with perhaps his biggest orgasm yet. His pulsating cock began painting thick, sloppy lines of his concentrated man juice from his feet to the wall, and a good 5 or 6 feet up the face of the mirror. So much of the thick ball crude was bursting from his loins that his reflected image soon began to be obscured, the mirror’s surface virtually shellacked with Zach’s supremely thick and chunky goo.

Zach’s orgasm raged onward as the mighty lad continued to pound out rep after rep, blasting the one ton barbell into the air as he simultaneously hoisted the massive kettle bell with his balls. So much of the outrageously creamy and jellied spunk was squirting out of the young man’s quivering cock that a vast pool of the stuff began to form in front of him, seeping beneath his sneakered feet (the only clothing he wore during these late night sessions) and threatening to make the herculean hunk slip and fall in his own creamy nut paste.

But Zach maintained his balance, and continued hammering out mega squats throughout his monumental orgasm. In the end, Zach completed 40 reps with the 2,000-pound barbell, TWICE his original goal, before letting the weight fall back into its cradle with a resounding CRASH!!

The mighty Zach continued to stand there, gazing at his sperm-obscured reflection in the mirror, the 200-pound kettle bell still tearing mercilessly at his bruised, battered, and nearly broken balls. The unbearably handsome and masculine young stud then struck a heart stopping double biceps pose in the mirror, flexing every one of his magnificent muscles at the same time, and let out a mighty bellow of power and triumph.

At that same moment, Zach’s phenomenally massive cock, which had just finished pounding out a heroically massive load not 30 seconds before, started erupting with ANOTHER mighty deluge of spunk. Thick splashing sounds could be heard even over Zach’s triumphant roar as rope after huge rope of fresh stud spunk splattered against the mirror, coating the glass in additional thick layers of the young man’s impossibly copious man spew.

Zach held that awesome pose for more than a minute while his mighty orgasm thundered through his muscular loins. Only when the last dregs of his colossal load - his 4th of the night - belched and oozed out of the end of his still pulsating cock did Zach finally relent, relaxing his enormous, muscle-girded arms and releasing the snap that held the kettle bell tied to his straining, purple-colored balls. The 200-pound weight instantly plummeted to the ground, landing in the sperm puddle with a loud SPLASH!! and sending sticky slugs of sperm shrapnel in all directions.

Zach leaned his great muscular bulk over the barbell bar for more than a minute, his mighty chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He knew he had just completed the most staggeringly brutal ball workout of his life, and he needed a few moments to regain his senses and wrest his raging libido under control. The young bull felt like he could easily pull out another dozen loads then and there, so powerful did he feel after this most recent accomplishment, but he managed to get himself back under control and start cleaning up the enormous mess he had made.

As he surveyed the great sperm swamp he’d made of his gymnasium, a wry smile crossed the young man’s devastatingly handsome features. It looked like he’d need TWO towel carts to mop up all of his manly gloop…

While Zach set about cleaning up his enormous explosions of cum with stacks and stacks of bath towels, the hidden intruder was still shuddering in the aftermath of his own unexpected orgasm, having pumped a big load of his own into his black pants. It took all of his will to not make any sound throughout his surprise nut, but it would have been unlikely that Zach would have heard him over his own bellowing and the sounds of the crashing weights, slapping balls, and slugs of cum splishing and splashing all over the place.

Zach made quick work of the clean up, having had years of practice cleaning up such huge and sticky spills, and was soon finished with the mop and with washing down the mirrors. He began to push the two towel-laden carts toward the laundry room, unaware that the intruder was silently following him, getting ready to make his move.

Inside the laundry room, Zach had to use all six of his oversized washing machines to accommodate the cum-sodden towels he’d created, but he soon had all six machines packed and started. He retired up to his private quarters, where he took a shower and pulled out three MORE loads in quick succession, still on a power high from his extraordinary physical achievements that night. Afterwards, he fell quickly asleep, fatigue and exhausting finally claiming him, a satiated smile on his handsome and peaceful lips.

Meanwhile, the intruder acted quickly. He knew it was too late to salvage any of the spunk-laden towels in the first five washing machines, as they’d already begun their cycles, the industrial strength detergent and heavy bleach no doubt having already killed the sperm contained in those towels. Instead, he rushed to the sixth machine, turning it off and flipping open the lid. He’d been just in time; the bleach- and detergent-filled water was already less than a foot from the top, inundating the bulk of the towels already in the machine. But the top few towels looked like they were not yet immersed.

The intruder took a large black plastic bag out from his belt, opening the bag wide and placing it on top of the neighboring machine’s lid. With gloves of black leather, the man began pulling the top towel out of the washing machine. The towel was surprisingly heavy, utterly soaked with Zach’s thick jizz, and as the intruder pulled it out, dozens of great streamers and thick strings of splooge stretched from the top towel to those below it. Even with the black mask on his face, it was obvious that the intruder was disgusted by the sight, and the unbelievably heady odor of male musk was almost making him gag. But he managed to haul out that first towel, using both hands to steady the cum-dripping cloth, and placed it into the waiting bag. He determined that another two towels were similarly mostly free of bleach and detergent, and hauled those out as well. The other dozen or so towels were too soaked in cleaning products to be of any use, so the intruder closed the machine’s lid, resumed the cycle, and cleaned up any of the splooge and male juices that had been spilled on the machine and the floor in the process.

The black-clad intruder then placed the plastic bag over his shoulder, and was amazed by its weight. The three towels felt like they weighed in excess of 20 pounds! How was that even POSSIBLE!?! The dark intruder just quietly grunted under his load, and made his way back through the now dark gymnasium. He came to the exit that emptied into a back alley, let himself out, and then locked the door behind him with his own pirated key. He then got onto a waiting motorcycle, and sped off into the night.

Sunday, February 10, 2019

Dethroning the King - Chapter 4 - Zach's Workouts

Dethroning the King

An original story by Jayse and D.

Chapter 4 - Zach’s Workouts

The super human virility given to him by his phenomenally oversized nuts unfortunately meant that Zach “The King” Sorenson had to jack off upwards of a dozen times a day - sometimes even more - just to relieve the aching congestion that would so rapidly accumulate in his burgeoning testes. It was a source of private shame to the heroically handsome and muscular UFT warrior that he was forced to beat his meat so frequently, that he couldn’t control and suppress his sexual urges through his indomitable will alone. Such extreme sexual needs and abilities, which would have been seen by most men as a tremendous gift, Zach viewed as an unmitigated curse.

Ever since he’d hit puberty, Zach had been extremely careful to make sure he was alone and unobserved whenever he needed to hammer his bloated cock and pull out a load or two. He had established a daily routine, waking up before dawn with his inevitable rampant hard on towering over his belly, stepping into his shower (which had been built larger to accommodate his amazingly wide shoulders and 365 pounds of pure muscular beef), and blasting out at least 3 or 4 huge loads while the hot water washed over his magnificent musculature.

(Zach had tried jerking off into his toilet before, but had given up on that idea for several reasons — (1) it was difficult to level his cock downward enough to point the business end at the toilet bowl, as his groin muscles were simply too overwhelmingly strong and resisted such movement, (2) it was even more difficult to control his cock when it was shooting, as it would throb and buck furiously in his hands during orgasm, and (3) his jizz was so unbelievably thick and clotted and gloopy that it nearly always backed up his toilet’s plumbing. So in order to avoid spilling half of his seed everywhere else but INSIDE the toilet bowl, or having to use a mechanical snake to unclog his drainage pipes, Zach had long since taken to jerking off in the shower. At least in the shower, his explosive messes were contained, he could rinse down the cum-drenched walls, and the drainage pipe was large enough that even the ridiculously thick soup of his nut butter didn’t clog the drain…most of the time…)

His early morning session would take the worst of the edge off and let him focus on his day. Zach would spend several hours overseeing his various projects and business interests, where he showed an impressive ability to manage large and diverse projects. By 9 AM, he was in the gym, training his extraordinarily massive and strong body with jaw-dropping amounts of weight. But by noon, he almost always needed to make a run to the restroom to pull out another load or three.

Zach had a private restroom in his office at the gym that was specially built just for him. An entire section of wall was nothing but tiles, with a pair of large drains in the floor, so Zach could just point his shuddering cock at the wall in front of him and fire away. A garden hose with a spray nozzle attachment was located on an adjacent wall, and after the young muscle stud had released some of the ballast in his gigantic gonads, he could wash all of that thick baby batter down the drain with the high-powered hose.

Zach spent most of his afternoons and early evenings training in his gym, either giving lessons to other young aspiring fighters, sparring with seasoned veterans, or hitting the heaviest of the heavy weights once again in his intense, muscle-bursting workouts. In fact, crowds often gathered to watch Zach work out, not only because he was masculine perfection in motion, but also because of the sheer staggering SIZE of the weights he could push around with his spectacularly muscular body. The young man proved on a daily basis that those vast muscles of his were not just for show as he curled, pressed, pulled, squatted, and heaved around weights that would take several normal men just to lift off of the rack.

When he was sparring or training, Zach was serious, focused, and all business. But between sets or after training sessions, the young man was remarkably relaxed and at ease, and always had words of encouragement and support for the other young men and women training at his facility. He had a particular soft spot for the scores of teenagers who worked out regularly at his gym, becoming a friend and big brother to most of them. The gigantic muscle stud would make time for visitors, happy to put his arm around a fan, flex one of his unbelievably enormous biceps, and flash a dazzling smile for the camera. It was also a frequent sight to see the laughing muscle man being mobbed by a dozen or more of the neighborhood children, who would be hanging from his flexing biceps in twos and threes, hugging onto his tree trunk thighs, or riding on his shoulders. It was easy to see from these encounters that Zach would be a wonderful dad raising a brood of children of his own…if only he would allow himself to fall in love and get married.

Training sessions would go late into the evening, but usually by about 10 PM, the last guests were out the front doors and the cleaning crew would be putting the gym back in order. Zach would help his crew close up the gym and clean the equipment, then he would thank his team and see them out the door, locking the gym behind them. With the gym all to himself and his privacy assured, the huge stud would then start one of his secret solo training sessions.

And it was Zach’s late night sessions that saw the most intense nut draining action of the day. The hyper virile stud found that he usually couldn’t fall asleep until he’d pumped out at least 4 or 5 of his signature mega loads, so his evening ritual included a heavy meat jerking session.

Zach knew that every part of his body needed to be as strong and tough as possible for him to survive in the arena, so he made sure that every square inch of his mammoth physique received brutal and strenuous workouts. And his huge bollocks were no exception. The handsome fighter knew that a man’s balls were considered his weakest point and the most desired area to target on an opponent — and with bollocks as unbelievably massive as his, Zach’s ballsac was an extremely large and inviting target indeed! Nearly impossible to miss, in fact! So in the evenings, he paid special focus on his own massive man orbs, training them daily to make sure that they were as tough and sturdy and solid as the rest of his diamond hard body.

The young man had been gifted with a set of bull nuts that were naturally already phenomenally strong to begin with. The walls of his twin gonads were extremely thick, and the fibrous consistency of those walls was extraordinarily tough and dense. These attributes were a definite bonus in the UFT league, for the combination of dirty fighting and a burgeoning package that a blind man couldn’t miss guaranteed that Zach received dozens and dozens of brutal low blows in just about every match. In order to better endure such regular testicular abuse, Zach had found ways to toughen up his mighty bollocks even more.

The methods Zach used were as varied as they were effective.

Sometimes he would do squats starting with a warmup weight of 800 pounds on a barbell across his back…and a 100-pound kettle bell tied to his huge balls. He would do squats to exhaustion, rest a minute, increase the weight on his barbell, and then repeat, over and over again, the whole time feeling like his huge bollocks were being torn from his body as they heaved the huge kettle bell into the air by nothing more than the stud’s impossibly strong ball cords. The young muscle bull would ramp up his squat weight 50 pounds at a time, pump out a half dozen sets of 20-30 squats, and then repeat. He usually worked his way up to 1,500 or 1,600 pounds on his barbell, but once had done 1,850 pounds for a full 40 straight reps! He was always pushing himself, though, and wanted to achieve a 2,000-pound squat for at least 20 reps. He knew that his mammoth quads and muscle-swollen calves were more than up to the task, and that he would be reaching this goal in the months ahead.

Zach was phenomenally strong and had perfect form for all of his exercises, squats included, and he prided himself on being able to squat so low that his titanically muscular butt cheeks nearly brushed the floor. That also meant that, when a 100-pound kettle bell was not attached to his balls, Zach could smash his humongous, spandex-encased package against the floor with a loud and very beefy SLAP!! with each rep, much to the amazement of the other men in the gym. The huge, one-foot-diameter sphere of the kettle bell (which, astoundingly, was only slightly larger than Zach’s own gargantuan ballsac) got in the way of such movement during his private workouts, however, as it would strike the floor well in advance of his fantastically huge and heavy nuts.

That didn’t deter Zach, though, for he’d still squat nearly all the way to the floor.

The kettle bell would hit the floor first with a mighty WHUMP!!, momentarily taking the strain off of the lad’s overstretched ball cords. But Zach’s own huge bulk, and the mammoth weight stretched across his broad back, would quickly follow in their downward trajectory. The lad’s humongous nuts would end up being caught between two rock solid, immovable surfaces — the solid steel of the huge kettle bell, and the equally solid muscular wall of the young man’s own sweaty crotch. In effect, Zach essentially sat on his own balls, forcing the crushed nuts to distort grotesquely as they were trapped between the two unyielding surfaces. The agony in Zach’s distorted and flattened balls was beyond brutal, especially as the barbell weight steadily increased, and Zach would grunt or bark in sharp pain with each mighty impact, only to grunt again as he forced his huge weight back upward, unsquashing his nuts and once again hauling the massive kettle bell behind them.

Other times, Zach would train various muscle groups while simultaneously crushing his gargantuan bollocks under heavier and heavier weights. The young bull stud would position himself on a bench and make sure all of the weights he needed were within easy reach. Placing his cum-swollen bollocks atop the bench, Zach would grab the first 50-pound steel plate and place it flat atop his balls. This first weight would barely even deform the lad’s rock solid gonads, and he could endure the heavy pressure with ease. He would pound out a couple of sets of heavy exercises — bicep curls, military presses, lateral shoulder raises, etc. — then place the next 50-pound plate atop his nuts and repeat the process.

The pain didn’t really start setting in until after the third plate was placed on top of Zach’s nuts; that’s when his handsome brow would crease, and the deep aching pain started becoming evident in his beautiful blue-green eyes. Still, his balls had no trouble enduring the weights until about the fifth plate. With 250 pounds of solid steel bearing down on his beefy bollocks, Zach’s mighty nuts would be squashed more than halfway flat, turning a dark beet red and looking ready to burst open like a pair of gigantic jelly doughnuts. The handsome stud would start growling at this point, a deep rumble emanating from his heroically muscular chest, as he would pound out his next sets of gravity-defying exercises.

It was the sixth plate, though, that was the true test of the young man’s iron will and his balls’ super human stamina. When Zach dropped the sixth weight on his nuts, the plate landing with a resounding CLANG!! and bringing the total weight bearing down on his balls to 300 titanic pounds, the devastatingly handsome young stud would finally cry out in deep, gut-wrenching pain. His behemoth balls would be crushed dangerously flat at this point, only a fraction of their normal and extraordinarily bulky width, and tottering on the brink of bursting apart. Then, with a truly astounding show of sheer will and determination, Zach would pound out his heaviest sets of all, overcoming the crippling agony in his mighty nuts to push his phenomenally muscular body to even greater feats of strength and endurance.

It was Zach’s goal to someday place his own body weight — 365 titanic, muscle-girded pounds — on top of his burgeoning gonads, and leaving them there for an hour while he pounded out his heaviest workout ever. He was already well on his way to that goal, and was upping the weight by 5 pounds or so every week now. He knew he would achieve that goal someday soon…

But by far the most insanely brutal ball training that the young man performed involved pummeling his bull bollocks with massive, solid steel weights. Zach would grab one of the heavier dumbbells, like one of the 100-pound dumbbells that he liked to use to warm up for bicep curls, and use it to pummel and crush his bull nuts. The handsome hunk would gently place his naked bollocks atop a low concrete half wall, raise the heavy weight into the air with one massively muscular arm, and then bring the weight down with crushing force onto his waiting nuts. The effects of such blows were staggeringly brutal, squashing Zach’s unnaturally huge and dense balls down to less than half their normal thickness, as he tried to pound the heavy weight all the way down into the wall. The young man would roar and bellow as he struck his aching bollocks again and again and again, finally switching arms when his first mighty limb grew fatigued. He would transfer back and forth between his arms, left, right, left, right, sometimes for hundreds of blows. And then he would REALLY get down to work.

With his face a mask of pain and sweat pouring off of his spectacularly gorgeous and muscular body, Zach would raise the gigantic weight up over his head using BOTH arms. He’d pause for a moment, taking careful aim on his now bright red and steadily swelling bull balls, and then bring the weight down with truly annihilating force into his already battered bollocks. The first such blow would tear a bellow of agony from Zach’s huge lungs, crushing his mammoth balls down to a mere fraction of their normal thickness, but he would waste no time before lifting that massive weight up and sending it crashing down again. And again. And again and again and again and again.

Zach was gradually working his way up the weight stack, using heavier and heavier dumbbells to beat and pound and batter his indescribably tough nuts. When Zach turned 16, he’d had the gym expanded with his first winnings, and had had a set of special-order dumbbells made that went all the way to 400 pounds. He was now single-arm curling up to 250 pounds, but he’d used those heaviest weights only for incline and flat bench pressing. He knew better than to try to punish his nuts with the 400-pound dumbbells, as he feared that even his almighty bollocks couldn’t survive such a beating, but he longed to see how far he could move up that weight stack…

These solo ball-busting sessions could sometimes last for hours, and more than once, Zach came dangerously close to inflicting permanent damage to his titanic testes. In fact, a couple of times, Zach’s almighty bollocks nearly exploded under the terrific strain and abuse. But so far, the young man’s heroically powerful nuts had survived every beating he’d given them, and had indeed grown only tougher and stronger over the years.

It was probably for the best that these mighty bollock workouts were not witnessed by others, for the force and brutality with which the young muscle man hammered and squeezed and stretched his balls was terrible to behold.

These nightly workouts also resulted in the impossibly hot muscle man blowing his biggest loads of the day. Something about the deep, soul-rending agony in his balls put Zach’s already legendary virility into overdrive, and his bruised and battered balls would violently convulse and cause his bloated horse cock to pound out rope after huge and sticky rope of prime stud sperm.

Since he knew that his hands would not be free to contain such a massive deluge of cum during his exercises, Zach would make sure to clear the area in front of him as much as possible, often laying down a dozen or so oversized bath towels to catch the bulk of his colossal mess. But the sheer, magnificent SIZE of just one of Zach’s loads was often more than these towels could take, and after he blew out 4 or 5 such loads in an evening, well, the floor in front of him was just a huge swampy mess of chunky jizz. Zach always kept a large towel hamper on wheels nearby for all of the soiled towels, and he would frequently fill that clothes cart to overflowing each night with sperm-drenched towels. When he’d scooped up the bulk of his sticky mess with the towels, Zach would then break out the mop and bleach to finish cleaning up the floor — and usually the mirrors in front of him — to remove every last trace of his spunk. The rich and heady odor of his thick sex juice required more than just the industrial-grade bleach, and he’d installed special air filters throughout the gym that always had the huge weight room smelling clean and fresh within an hour or two.

The overflowing cart would contain so many sperm-soaked towels that Zach would fill three of his oversized, commercial grade washing machines to the brim with his big spunky cum rags. He would make sure to put every last soggy, spunk-drenched towel into these washing machines before finally retiring to his private quarters upstairs, running the machines on their hottest and longest setting to make sure he cleaned them of every last vestige of his unnaturally thick and gloopy loads.

Once upstairs, Zach would take a shower to wash off all of the sweat from his mighty workouts, and perhaps even pump out another load or two. His mighty bollocks always profoundly ached after their evening workouts, and his post-workout orgasms in the shower were always knee-buckling affairs, a heady mixture of pleasure and pain as his profoundly bruised and battered testicles squeezed and convulsed and pumped out even more of his top quality sperm. The deep ache in Zach’s balls as he came was one of the most intense feelings the young man had ever known, and his late night shower orgasms were usually his favorite ones of the whole day.

Zach would then get into bed, and would spend a few moments inspecting his great, heavy bollocks before turning off the light. His massive orbs would inevitably be bruised and battered and swollen by the end of the night, glowing an angry red and throbbing with a deep, burning ache. But Zach always knew that, by the next morning, his gigantic balls would have returned to their normal size and color, completely healed and none the worse for wear, sloshing around with yet another immense batch of fresh sperm just waiting to be jettisoned from his rock hard cock.

And the cycle would begin anew…

Saturday, February 9, 2019

Dethroning the King - Chapter 3 - The Fertility Plague

In this chapter, I reveal just how dire the environmental collapse has become, with male fertility beginning to plummet, possibly spelling doom for the entire human race. Supreme Leader Gustav Billings is only concerned about his own virility, however, and will stop at nothing to find a cure for himself.

********

Dethroning the King

An original story by Jayse and D.

Chapter 3 - The Fertility Plague

The most powerful man in all of New Angeles had many dark secrets, as is only fitting for one of the most influential and successful dictators in human history. But Gustav Billings’ most closely guarded secret, a secret known by only a tiny cadre of his most advanced biotech scientists, was that the Supreme Leader of New Angeles was infertile.

The widespread pollution, toxins, and radiation that had poisoned the entire planet struck at all levels of society, high and low, with diseases and cancers being the most obvious ill effects. Infertility, especially in men, had been a steadily growing problem over the past two or three decades, and was just starting to show itself in substantially reduced conception and birth rates. The exact cause of this spreading infertility was unknown - and was likely the combination of a whole host of factors - and had thus far proved to be intractable to even the most advanced science.

Gustav had discovered his own problem perhaps two decades ago. His constant thoughts of conquest and amassing ever greater power started turning toward thoughts of his legacy, and of establishing a dynasty to rule New Angeles even after he was dead and dust. He had already collected a harem (a ‘stable’, as some called it, when outside the hearing of government ears) of some of the most beautiful women in the world, all of whom had received genetic testing to prove both their fertility and their suitability as prime breeding stock for the Supreme Leader of one of the greatest nation-states in the entire world. And when it came time to father those children, Gustav’s lascivious libido proved to be more than up to the task…but his sperm had not. The Supreme Leader’s swimmers were D.O.A., and unable to achieve conception even in a Petri dish with all of the world’s modern technology at his disposal.

Gustav Billings was an extraordinarily vain and egotistical man, so the realization that he was sterile, yet another victim of the growing infertility plague, did not go down easy with the man. The cruel dictator began to seek out ever more extreme and often brutal ways to try to restore his virility, and his biotech labs worked night and day on the problem. The semen from countless men was analyzed, looking for some secret to unlock the Supreme Leader’s problem. Healthy young males began to disappear from the various slums and barrios, secretly abducted and brought to Gustav’s secret biotech facilities, where the unfortunate men were the subjects of unspeakably cruel experiments, and were never seen or heard from again.

All of these efforts had thus far proved to be for naught. But Gustav and his scientists were convinced that, if they could just find the right man, a man of unsurpassed virility, then they might be able to cure the Supreme Leader of his ailment.

The Supreme Leader eventually turned his eyes to his own government-sponsored bloodsport entertainment, the Ultimate Fighting Tournament. A lightbulb clicked on in the devious dictator’s mind, a mind unbound and uncluttered by concepts such as morals or ethics. Gustav realized that the UFT was perhaps the world’s best and most effective testing ground for male strength, pitting the strongest men in the nation in head-to-head battles where only the very strongest could win…or even survive. This winnowing process must by definition select for the most powerful of men, both in terms of strength and virility! The Supreme Leader decided to cull the fighters from his own bloodsports in order to search for a male virile enough to meet his needs.

As part of the fight tournament requirements, participants began to be strongly encouraged to submit sperm samples to the UFT medical staff prior to bouts. Reasons for this ‘donation’ weren’t given, but it was widely (if falsely) believed by most of the fighters that such sperm samples would be held in reserve in case a fighter lost his testicles in the arena, a not uncommon occurrence among both winners and losers, given their propensity to brutally and mercilessly attack each other’s family jewels when inside the ring. In reality, however, this sperm was sent directly to Gustav’s laboratories, where top scientists experimented on the prime male spunk in a (so far) unsuccessful attempt to turn the tide on male infertility.

When Nathan Sorenson came along, Gustav’s hopes began to rise once again. Here was a male of almost unprecedented strength and masculine beauty; surely HE would have some of the most powerful sperm around! But when doctors requested that Nathan submit sperm donations before fights, the young fighter refused. Nathan correctly suspected that something nefarious was being done with men’s sperm, and he didn’t want to be any part of it.

No amount of pressure or goading seemed to convince Nathan to comply with the UFT’s mandates, so Gustav resorted to more extreme measures. The Supreme Leader arranged for a little ‘accident’ to occur in a local neighborhood marketplace, a traffic accident timed to involve one of the most popular up-and-coming fighters in the UFT league. Gustav knew that the ridiculously gallant young man couldn’t pass up an opportunity to play the hero, and just as it had been planned, Nathan did indeed throw himself into harm’s way, saving a young orphan boy - a meaningless, useless life, surely! - while sacrificing his own.

The plan had been for Nathan do die in that accident, and for his body to then be rushed to the secret medical headquarters, where his sperm would be harvested and his balls dissected to try to get to the secret of vitality and virility. Unfortunately, the runaway truck, its brake cables cut by a government operative, did its job only too well. When Nathan’s body was crushed between the speeding 5-ton vehicle and a solid concrete wall, the young man’s studly and masculine form was utterly obliterated. No useful tissue could be reclaimed from the scene, and Gustav was left gnashing his teeth over the failure. Many operatives and government officials were quietly executed for this unacceptable failure…

Gustav’s scientists continued collecting and experimenting on the sperm of UFT fighters, but with very limited success. Gustav had had initial hopes for the mammoth brute known as the Annihilator, but several decades of rampant steroid abuse has shriveled the man’s testicles into useless husks. The gigantic fighter had even gone so far as to have large silicon balls inserted into his depleted scrotum, encasing and protecting his shriveled raisins and making it look like he was a hyper virile male, when in fact his tiny testes were only barely functional, and didn’t produce any living sperm.

The only success the scientists had achieved thus far was with tinkering with the sperm of healthy males, and then using this modified sperm to conceive children with healthy females. The hope was to create offspring with enhanced strength and virility, the super human race that all dictators had dreamed of at least once in their brutal careers. These tests had thus far only resulted in partial success; the children thus conceived where indeed fantastically strong, true monsters of muscle and power, but they were also deformed, especially in their faces. Worst of all, every last one of these experimental children was born completely sterile. Further work in this direction had been all but abandoned by the scientists.

Gustav’s hopes sprang anew when he first laid eyes on a 16-year-old Zach. The young man was simply stunning, very clearly the son of the legendary Nathan Sorenson, and already looking poised to eclipse even his extraordinary sire. The Supreme Leader saw his best chances yet at a cure in the handsome features, gorgeous physique, and enticingly huge bulge of the talented young teen.

The only problem remained how to obtain the young man’s top quality spunk. Gustav wasn’t surprised when, like his father before him, Zach refused to deposit his sperm as part of his UFT contract. But the dictator now knew better than to resort to extreme measures like abduction or murder to obtain the desired fluids. No, he’d learned from his mistakes, and this time he would use far more devious methods to obtain a sample of Zach’s male essence. In fact, he had an inside man who was ready and willing to do the Supreme Leader’s dirty work for him, and all Gustav had to do was give the signal…

Wednesday, February 6, 2019

Dethroning the King - Chapter 2 - Zach "The King" Sorenson

In this second chapter, I introduce the hero of the story, Zach Sorenson, as well as his best friend and sidekick, Ian.

********

Dethroning the King

An original story by Jayse and D.

Chapter 2 - Zach “The King” Sorenson

Zachary Sorenson was born in the vast sprawling ghetto of New Angeles, the only child of Nathan and Christine Sorenson. Nathan was an up-and-coming star of the UFT, a martial artist who was as honorable as he was incredibly talented in the ring. The handsome young man had risen with almost unprecedented speed up the ranks of UFT’s fighters, and was becoming one of the most popular figures in the league, not just for his obvious fighting skill, but also for his movie star good looks, gorgeous and phenomenally muscular physique, and his propensity to fight with honor, the last something virtually unheard of in the UFT circuit.

Nathan had been using his winnings to create a better life not just for his loving wife and young son, but also for his entire neighborhood. Nathan built and created a large gymnasium and boxing ring in the middle of the ghetto, a big and well-stocked complex that was also a community center and service provider to a neighborhood that had previously lacked any cohesion or resources. His gym quickly became a huge success, and Nathan began earning the love of not just his neighbors, but a growing segment of the city’s population. The young man was on the brink of becoming a super star in New Angeles, and his popularity began to be viewed as a danger by those in power…

Nathan Sorenson was soon nearing the very pinnacle of the UFT, and was scheduled to fight the reigning champion, a gargantuan stack of bloated muscles known simply as the Annihilator. The populace of all New Angeles was buzzing with excitement, for Nathan was the very first competitor in more than 5 years who appeared to have a chance to unseat the massive champion. It was predicted that a record-breaking audience would be tuning in to watch the epic match.

Tragically, just two days before the match that could have changed the lives of the Sorenson family and the larger community forever, Nathan was killed in a car accident. Dozens of eye witnesses said that Nathan had acted heroically to save an orphaned kid from a runaway truck that was careening through a crowded market. Nathan managed to reach the young boy and throw him to safety, but was then himself run down by the large freighter truck. Nathan was struck by the front of the speeding truck, and his body then crushed against a cement wall as the speeding truck slammed against a nearby building. Both Nathan and the truck driver were instantly killed on impact. The nation mourned the loss of one of its greatest fighters, but as always happened in a world accustomed to tragedy and loss, the people quickly moved on to other events.

For 10-year-old Zach, however, his father’s sudden and tragic death changed his life forever.

The Sorenson family lost most of their possessions in the months that followed, but Christine Sorenson managed to doggedly hold onto the gymnasium that her husband had built, and that was where Zach spent virtually all of his time in the years that followed. The lad was always big for his age, and as he worked out and trained, he just kept getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger. His father had been training his son as a fighter in the last years before his death, and Zach continued his training, practicing against the best fighters in the barrio and quickly making a name for himself in the neighborhood. He was known as one hell of a tough kid, and from the age of 14 onward, he never lost a match, even against veteran fighters more than twice his age. It was clear that Zach had inherited his father’s strength and skill, and that he would someday be a force to be reckoned with in the UFT.

Zach applied for admission to the UFT at the unheard-of age of only 16, 2 years younger than the minimum age requirements. Gustav Billings was made aware of the young lad’s application, and when he realized that he could capitalize on the boy’s father’s legend and popularity to increase viewership of his sporting events, he quickly approved the lad’s application. This move was wildly popular among the populace, who wanted to see if Nathan’s son could live up to the famous Sorenson name. Gustav was certain that such a young boy couldn’t possibly last long in the brutal and deadly UFT, but that he would at least drum up some excitement and publicity for as long as he lasted.

Amazingly, however, Zach not only survived his first few matches, he obliterated his competition, quickly proving that his strength and speed were at least a match for those of his famous father. Zach also followed in his father’s footsteps by fighting with honor and fairness, obeying the league’s rules when no other fighter was doing so. Zach’s fame and popularity quickly began to skyrocket.

Even at the tender age of 16, Zach cut an imposing and very impressive figure, already standing more than 6 feet in height and weighing in excess of 245 pounds of incredibly lean and battle-hardened muscle. He was also fantastically handsome, even more so than his famously stunning dad, with the sort of chiseled, masculine features usually reserved only for comic book super heroes. The lad had thick and wavy dark brown hair, and the most captivating hazel eyes, their blue-green depths capable of instilling fear in an opponent while simultaneously melting the hearts of millions of fans. The young man rarely smiled, especially not in the fighting arena, but when he did, his brilliant smile lit up the television screens across New Angeles and beyond, earning him thousands and thousands more fans.

There was no doubt about it — Zach Sorenson was a stud of the highest order, and one of the most talented fighters to even join the UFT. And he became only more handsome and powerful as the years went by.

There were many levels within the UFT and it took time to rise up the ranks, for there were hundreds of fighters between any newcomer and the top championship spot. Nevertheless, Zach rose with unprecedented speed within the federation, beating opponent after opponent in some of the most exciting fights ever televised. And astonishingly, Zach was achieving this feat without killing a single one of his opponents, and rarely even maiming them if it could be avoided. This act of mercy was almost unheard of in the UFT, but as the public got over its shock at the newness of such a concept, they began to love Zach all the more for it. Even more amazingly, some young members of the UFT began to emulate Zach’s behavior, the young man leading by example and showing others how to fight and live with honor.

And there were those in the highest levels of power who were growing concerned that the population’s new fascination with honor and mercy and justice might start to erode the underpinnings of the dictatorial government…

Zach continued to grow bigger and stronger, quickly achieving his full height of 6 feet, 3 inches, and stacking on 20 pounds or more of top quality muscle each year, only adding to his massive size and already phenomenal strength. By the age of 20, Zach had a physique that was the envy of lifelong bodybuilders more than twice his age, for he was now tipping the scales at a whopping 325 pounds of the most perfectly cut and proportioned muscle imaginable. On just about any other man, such an enormous amount of muscle would look bloated and disproportionate, but on his huge frame, Zach was able to make such awesome mass look totally balanced and appropriate, and almost unspeakably beautiful.

The young man’s huge muscles weren’t just for show, either, for he was widely regarded as one of the strongest men to ever compete in the arena. He was particularly famous for the great corrugated wall of his abdominal muscles, a fantastically etched 8-pack of perfectly-shaped muscles that were capable of deflecting any blow aimed at his midsection, no matter how powerful.

In fact, at a now-legendary outdoor charity event, the strength of Zachary’s fabled 8-pack was put to a brutal test. The gorgeous young stud stripped to the waist, revealing his extraordinary physique and flexing his corrugated abdomen for the camera, making the huge, chiseled cobblestones of his abs and the incredible striations of his thick oblique muscles stand out in terrific relief. A pair of thick veins poked out on either size of his belly button, almost looking like they would pop out of his paper thin skin, running down below the waistband of his pants toward his groin.

He then lay back on the pavement, flexing his impossibly muscular abdominal wall to the max, his individual ab muscles standing out like individual islands of strength and power. One of Gustav’s generals then drove an armored military vehicle over his abs, a vehicle that should have easily crushed any man. But Zachary endured the test without any harm, leaping up as soon as the metal treads of the massive vehicle had passed over him. He flashed his dazzling smile toward the cameras and once again began flexing, giving an ab crunch pose that almost defied description. His awesomely muscular abdominal wall was red, and the tread marks of the vehicle had left a temporary imprint on his skin, but Zach’s phenomenally strong abs had been more than tough enough to support the weight of the huge vehicle. The media replayed the scene on TV for weeks to come, further increasing the handsome lad’s popularity with the public, and cementing his title as possessing the strongest set of abs in the UFT.

Zach was also famous (some would say infamous) for the colossal bulge he presented in his regulation fighting trunks. There was wide speculation that this enormous bulge had to be fake, for surely no man could have a set of cock and balls as massive as those clearly outlined in his form-fitting shorts. After all, the ginormous mound at the front of his shorts was nearly as big as a basketball!

This speculation was further fueled by the fact that Zach seemed able to shake off the effects of low blows (a frequent reality of UFT fights) to his overpacked crotch with little to no ill effect. It was widely agreed that there was simply no WAY a man could endure such brutal blows to his man parts without collapsing to the mat in a heap. Many people therefore believed that Zach wore some sort of prosthetic in his shorts, displaying a ridiculously oversized pouch to the world while protecting his much more mundane — perhaps even tiny — endowment inside. But there was always that shred of doubt — perhaps Zach really WAS hung that huge, and maybe he really WAS insanely tough enough to endure such leg-buckling abuse to his manhood. Until there was proof either way, the speculation continued, and only added to his mystery and popularity and fame.

It was also at the age of 20 when Zach was finally able to compete against the Annihilator, who had now reigned as the undefeated UFT champion for a full 15 years.

The Annihilator was by far the most massive man in the entire UFT history, a giant bull of a man standing 6 feet, 6 inches tall and weighing a phenomenal 385 pounds of massive, steroid-bloated muscle. Where Zach was achingly handsome and his body exquisitely built and defined, the Annihilator was brutish-looking and his body obscenely swollen and blocky. The dark-haired giant was moderately handsome in a very rugged, heavy-jawed sort of way, his angular features almost comically masculine. His mammoth body couldn’t be called beautiful, however; every goliath muscle was swollen to grotesque proportions, lacking the elegance and grace of Zach’s Adonis-like physique. The Annihilator’s body had been built by decades of fighting and cutting edge steroid use, in about equal measure, and so his body had the bloated and swollen look of extreme hormone abuse. Nevertheless, the Annihilator was fearsomely strong, and loved to shatter the bones of his opponents in the arena with his bare hands before killing them. One of his favorite maneuvers was to use one massive hand to grasp a man’s head, and then use his phenomenal strength to squeeze and crush the man’s skull in a shower of blood and gore. His utterly merciless brutality made him both one of the most popular and certainly the most feared fighters in the UFT.

In the most highly anticipated fight in more than a decade, Zach achieved what had been believed to be the impossible, and defeated the Annihilator in under 5 minutes, making him the youngest UFT champion in history. This triumphant win also earned Zach the title of “The King” for the way he utterly ruled the arena.

Christine Sorenson lived just long enough to see her handsome son achieve the victory that his famous father had not. Zach’s beautiful and loving mother finally succumbed to a long fight against cancer just a few short weeks after his championship bout against the Annihilator, leaving Zach alone in the world.

Over the following 3 years, Zach “The King” Sorenson has defended his title against every challenger, including two rematches with the Annihilator. The death of his mother caused him to throw all of his enormous energy into training and fighting, and he has grown even more massive and handsome over the last few years, if that is even possible. He now tops the scale at a colossal 365 pounds, just 20 pounds shy of the gigantic muscle mountain known as the Annihilator. Yet even with that massive increase in weight, Zach has maintained his perfect proportions and exquisite definition, each mighty and beautifully etched muscle swelling and rippling with his every movement. His body fat always remains below a spectacularly lean 4%, making every arena-hardened muscle pop in utterly exquisite detail.

Zach’s physical statistics now read like those of some fantasy deity of muscle:

Neck: 23.5 bullish inches
Chest: 68 god-like inches, with a pec cleft deep enough to swallow a man’s entire hand
Shoulders: 39 inches — more than 3 feet wide! — with delts the size of bowling balls
Upper Arms: 25 inches of raw power, cold
Forearms: 19 vein-gnarled inches, larger than most fighter’s upper arms!
Waist: 32 astonishingly tight and narrow inches
Thighs: 42 explosively powerful inches, each 10 inches larger than his waist!
Calves: 25.5 inches, looking like a pair of overinflated footballs
Feet: big and meaty size 16 hooves

The dashingly handsome young man has become the most celebrated and popular fighter in UFT history, and his public appearances always draw capacity crowds. He and the other top fighters in the league are often paraded around to events and other districts in the sprawling nation-state, where Zach is always greeted by huge audiences chanting his name. The handsome muscle man was like a legendary super hero come to life, and people across the nation and beyond grew to adore him.

He has also become extremely wealthy compared to the standards of the population at large, and like his father, Zach has poured this wealth back into his community. Not only has the young man updated and expanded the gymnasium/community center that his father built, but he has funded a large number of philanthropic endeavors as well. He has supplied the notoriously understaffed and resource-poor local hospital with much-needed funds and supplies, allowing the facility to better serve the community. He has invested in education materials for schools, solar panels for energy, distributed water and sewage treatment facilities that are also hydroponics labs, growing much-needed fresh produce for the community, and a host of other projects that have been vastly improving the lives and health of the local barrio.

The great success of his various community-supporting projects attracted nefarious elements from other parts of the city, gangs and crime bosses and drug lords eager to wrest this new-found wealth and prosperity from the neighborhood residents. But Zach was prepared for this eventuality as well, using his gym and training ring to teach a large band of disaffected youths how to defend themselves and their community. His expert instruction had produced a small unarmed army of loyal and talented young men and women, dedicated to the championship fighter’s ideals of honor, justice, and defending the weak and downtrodden. Zach had thus far stymied all attempts by outside forces to corrupt or take over the neighborhood, and the barrio was flourishing for the first time in living memory.

Zach’s right-hand man was a lad named Ian, a blond-haired youth that Zach had rescued from a gang four years before. The then 15-year-old Ian was a gang leader of one of the first gangs that Zach successfully dissolved and transformed into a force for positive change in the community. Ian, now 19 years old, was Zack’s most devoted follower and closest friend, and the two were virtually inseparable. Ian was a handsome lad in his own right, with no lack for attention from many pretty young ladies, and cut an impressive figure as well. The teenager stood 6 feet, 1 inch tall and had already packed 220 pounds of quality muscle on his lean and lanky frame. He trained with Zach almost every day, and the young champion frequently told Ian that the lad would someday have a bright future in the UFT as well, if he chose to enter the league.

Between training for fights, supporting his community projects, and attending the various social and publicity events as demanded by Supreme Leader Billings, Zach had little time for (or apparently any interest in) a personal life. Hundreds and hundreds of the most beautiful women in New Angeles had all but literally thrown themselves at him over the years. Even some members of the wealthy and rarified elite had made romantic overtures to the dashingly handsome young stud, promising wealth and power and prestige for even just one night’s assignation. But to date, Zach had turned them all down, citing his focus on his sport as the reason for his unwillingness to enter into any sort of personal entanglements.

This popularity with the ladies (and no small number of men) had begun even before Zach had entered the UFT. He had always looked older than his actual age due to his precocious development, being able to pass for an adult by the age of 14, and he possessed such an overwhelming masculine beauty that few could resist the temptation to try to make a move on the young man.

Zach had turned away all offers and proposals, however, and remained an obstinate bachelor. He avoided all activities that distracted him from his training and his goals, and sex - let alone a relationship - just about topped his list of taboo distractions.

The amazing truth, known only by a very few of those closest to the young hunk, was that Zach was - impossibly! - still a virgin!! And the deeper truth, known perhaps only by his best friend Ian, was that Zach was terrified to have sex with anyone. It turned out that, in addition to having the kind of classic good looks that turned heads everywhere, and a gloriously muscular physique that was unrivaled in both its size and beauty, Zach also possessed one of the most enormous whale cocks in human history. The monumental bulge in his fighting shorts was indeed 100% real, and almost frighteningly so. Most men would have viewed such an endowment as a blessing, but Zach viewed it as a curse, for he feared that he was much too large to have sex with anyone, man or woman, without ripping them apart.

Zach’s colossal schlong measured a jaw-dropping 11 inches long when completely soft, with a truly monstrous girth. But due to the young man’s extraordinary libido and virility, Zach’s cock was almost never ‘completely’ soft, and instead was virtually always in some state of semi-arousal. Zach’s cock at full size, however, was even more awe-inspiring, a gargantuan 16 vein-throbbing inches of perhaps the thickest, most rock solid man meat ever to grace a human male. This masterpiece of manhood reared upward on fantastically strong groin muscles, pointing proudly skyward and tapping Zach’s muscular body in mid chest, right between the vast overhang of his massive pecs. The young man’s cock was uncut, a thick and beautiful hood of foreskin encasing his juicy, apple-sized cock head. The purple-headed club only revealed itself from its fleshy hood when his cock was completed hard, swelling into the size of a human battering ram.

It was no wonder that Zach was fearful of trying to force that almighty horse cock into any human orifice!

The young man’s colossal cock was fed by a pair of bull testicles that easily surpassed even his massive penis in their awesome size. Zach’s testes were simply mammoth, each bigger than a grown man’s clenched fist. Each gigantic, egg-shaped orb was 6 inches long and just over 5 inches wide, and their combined circumference was an unbelievable and no doubt record-breaking 28 inches — bigger around than Zach’s own massive, thickly-muscled biceps, and just a few inches shy of the circumference of his corrugated and muscular waist! Even the most prized Brahma stud bull would have been jealous of such titanic testes.

Describing Zach’s bollocks using the term ‘eggs’ could be misleading however, for the young man’s mighty testicles couldn’t be compared to something as puny as chicken eggs or goose eggs. Only mighty ostrich eggs accurately approximated the monumental, goliath mass of Zach’s unbelievably oversized balls. Whatever fantastic genetic twist of fate had resulted in giving the the young man such a Herculean physique and gargantuan penis had clearly gone into overdrive when it made his massive balls.

Each of Zach’s behemoth bollocks was also fantastically heavy, for they were unusually dense and meaty, and encased in a thick, fibrous, and astoundingly tough outer wall. Together, the young man’s goliath gonads weighed just over 10 pounds of pure stud meat, yet despite their tremendous weight, they surprisingly hung ‘only’ about one inch from the base of the lad’s truncheon of a cock. Though Zach had a light dusting of dark brown hair across his expansive chest and a narrow band of hair down his cobblestone abdominals, widening into a glorious treasure trail as it approached his crotch, Zach’s melon-sized scrotal sac was almost completely hairless, the soft and silky skin as smooth as a baby’s bottom. The sheer volume of testosterone pumping out of those two mighty man lumps was so great that it rendered his bollocks naturally bald, a condition that most certainly did not spread to his extremely thick head of dark, wavy hair.

Bigger balls almost always meant bigger loads, and that was most certainly true for young Zach, who had undoubtedly the biggest balls in the entire world. The young man had a volcanic virility that was quite simply off the charts, and it was all that Zach could do to keep up with the spectacularly fast production rate of sperm in his powerhouse balls, and to keep those mighty sperm factories from overflowing. The poor lad had to jerk off his huge meat at least 8 or 9 times a day just to avoid painful congestion, and this mighty virility was no doubt what caused him to be ‘half-boned’ almost all of the time.

Yes, there was little doubt that Zach was the most fantastically hung male in human history, and there were very few people who didn’t want to at least SEE the massive package of meat hidden beneath the young man’s tight fighting trunks.

But little did Zach know that it was this same almighty bulge that would attract the attention of the nation’s most powerful and dangerous man, and that the young man’s own monumental man meat might eventually lead to his downfall…

Sunday, February 3, 2019

Dethroning the King - Chapter 1 - Introduction

Greetings readers!

I'm going to try something new here that I haven't really done before -- I'm going to post chapters to an incomplete series, and request help from all of YOU to get it finished. I've written (in collaboration with my friend "D") the first 8 chapters of what could easily be a 16-chapter (or more!) series, but I just can't seem to find the time and motivation to get it finished. So instead of letting this blog go completely idle while I wait for that inspiration, I thought I'd post the series in progress here.

And that's where all of you come in!

I'll post the completed chapters over the next few weeks, and then provide you all with my notes and ideas for the remainder of the story arc. I would LOVE it if you guys could supply me with ideas, or better yet, actually WRITE entire chapters for this unfinished series.

********

This latest series takes place in a dystopian near future, where the planet's ecosystem is collapsing, taking much of civilization with it. It's a dark tale, but one that I hope you'll all enjoy!

********

Dethroning the King

An original story by Jayse and D.

Chapter 1 - New Angeles and the UFT

Earth in the 22rd century is a dark and deadly place, a planet that is slowly dying from centuries of misuse and neglect. Rampant pollution, deforestation, chemical warfare, overpopulation, and corporate greed have taken their toll on the planet and its people. Runaway global warming, desertification, and loss of the ozone layer have dramatically changed the world’s climate, resulting in devastating flooding, dust storms, and famine. The air, water, and soil of the planet are now filled with toxins and radiation, resulting in sharp increases in birth defects, cancers, and deadly plagues.

Yet humanity continues to survive, its 12 billion inhabitants struggling to eke out a living in a world that can no longer sustain them. Nations as they’d been known had mostly disintegrated under the strain and decades of warfare, and had been replaced by hundreds of warring nation-states, each a dictatorship ruled through military force and brutality. Some of these totalitarian regimes spanned huge swaths of continents, while others were as small as heavily fortified towns. The struggle for dwindling resources between these nation-states — and often within them as well — was fierce, and warfare continued to decimate the planet and its shrinking ability to sustain life.

Human life in this dark time wasn’t just cheap, it was virtually worthless. Disease, plagues, famines, and warfare cut down huge numbers of people every year, yet even with ever-increasing rates of birth defects and infertility, worldwide populations hadn’t fallen much from their peak. Yet. But it was clear that a time of massive human die-offs was imminent, past due in fact, and the world braced for a sharp decline in the human race on an scale not seen since the deadly plagues of the Dark Ages.

In a world where life held such little value, bloodsports had once again risen to popularity as a way to entertain and distract the dirty and rabid masses, each struggling to make it through another day. These various sorts of deadly games had evolved into a level of brutality not seen since the height of the Roman Empire, and frequently were even more barbaric than the stadium games of those bloody days. The most successful of these bloodsports were run and operated by the heavy-handed governments themselves, and televised throughout their borders as a way to placate the rabble and keep them controlled.

The territory of New Angeles was one of the most powerful of the nation-states to rise from the ashes of the previous nations. The country spanned a large expanse of territory, encompassing the lower half of the former state of California, and extending east into lands previously known as Nevada, Arizona, and New Mexico, and south into the fallen nation of Mexico. New Angeles harbored more than 300,000,000 human souls, including the more than 35,000,000 people who lived in the sprawling megalopolis of New Angeles itself.

New Angeles controlled many valuable resources, including offshore petrochemicals, the great Colorado River, fertile soil in the California Central Valley, a vast military complex, and one of the most advanced biotech industries on the planet. Because of its great wealth, the nation was often beset by enemies, including the neighboring lands of Texarkana, the city-states of the Pacific Northwest, and the various territories of the Pacific Rim. But New Angeles was more than capable of defending itself, and every attempted incursion or invasion had resulted in far greater loses of lives and resources on the part of the attackers than the defenders, which discouraged most such attacks.

A huge part of New Angeles’ success was owed to Gustav Billings, the undisputed dictator of the nation (though he preferred the term ‘Supreme Leader’) and one of the world’s wealthiest and most influential men. Now in his mid 50s, Gustav had ruled New Angeles with an iron fist for more than 25 years, building the nation’s power base to even greater levels while simultaneously keeping the nation’s vast population subdued and under control. In addition to being a brilliant tactician, an expert politician of Machiavellian-level talent, and a highly gifted military leader, Gustav was a showman of the highest caliber, and had cultivated a smiling, father-figure-like persona with his populace. The people of New Angeles therefore both loved and feared their amiable yet harsh leader, and Gustav enjoyed a level of popularity rare among the world’s dictators.

Among Gustav’s many successful holdings, companies, and ventures was the wildly popular Ultimate Fighting Tournament, or UFT, a national fighting league that mixed kickboxing with bloodsports to create a free-for-all fighting event that frequently saw the loser crippled, maimed, or outright killed. The weekly fights were televised events, watched not just by the people of New Angeles but also (due to its fantastic popularity and extreme brutality) by many of the bordering nation-states as well. The fights did have a limited set of rules, but in the long tradition of wrestling events, these rules were almost always broken, adding to the excitement of the fights.

Boys and young men from all over New Angeles dreamed of an opportunity to join the UFT, as success in these fights often meant fame and fortune, and was one of the very few ways someone could elevate themselves from the brutal and squalid life of the vast and dirty slums. Requirements to join the UFT were very stringent, however, and only the strongest, most athletic, most talented fighters were allowed to battle within its ranks. Fortunately for those wanting to join the league, though, the high mortality rate among the fighters created frequent openings in the UFT’s ranks, so there was never a dearth of new blood waiting to be spilled on the arena floor.

But for those not in the higher echelons of power, or the lucky few who rose to fame and fortune in the UFT, life in New Angeles was a brutal and dark existence, devoid of hope for a better future. This was a nation that needed a hero, a light, a shining beacon of hope and goodness, to beat back the dark shadows, to give a promise of a brighter tomorrow. And that light arrived in the form of Zachary Sorenson.