Dethroning the King - Chapter 12 (DRAFT) - Draining the Champ

Here is the wettest chapter of the series, where the three villains finally start raping handsome Zach of his overabundant male fluids! :D

And the NEXT chapter is where the real ball busting begins!

Any input / advice / suggestions / story text is highly appreciated. Enjoy!

********

Dethroning the King

An original story by Jayse and D.

Chapter 12 - Draining the Champ

After all of the beatings and the effects of the insidious serum coursing through his veins, Zach’s awesome strength has been obliterated, rendering the heroically handsome muscle man completely helpless. His magnificent body is covered in welts and bruises, his massive and once rock hard muscles now soft and swollen after hours of brutal punishments and tortures. The King of the Ring and hero of the people has been defeated, and now lies nearly motionless in the center of the arena floor, panting heavily and barely even conscious. Strangely, almost perversely, Zach looks even more beautiful than ever, the vulnerability of his beautiful and battered body only adding to his appeal. 

And despite all of the hurt and harm that had been inflicted on his fantastically muscular physique, the handsome hunk is sporting the largest and most granite hard boner that any of the thousands of spectators had ever seen! As if his defeat wasn’t humiliating enough, Zach’s greatest secret - the gargantuan size of his genitals - has now been revealed to the shocked and stunned public. 

But Zach’s true humiliation had only just begun… 

All three opponents had received very clear instructions before the match that they were required to drain Zach of his manly fluids as many times as possible before permanently wrecking his nuts. And yes, the destruction of Zach’s magnificent manhood was a foregone conclusion — not only did all three opponents long for the opportunity to nut the handsome bull stud, but the fact that Zach had also gulped down a testicularly fatal dose of the serum guaranteed that his balls’ death was now an inevitability. Nevertheless, none of the three opponents identified as gay, so they weren’t turned on by the idea of jacking off another man, even one as devastatingly handsome and gloriously hung as young Zach. Still, masturbating the hunky hero in front of thousands of fans in the arena and millions more watching at home would cause the young man a great deal of physical and emotional pain and shame, and all three cruel and brutal men were eager to inflict as much hurt as possible on the handsome champ. 

The three opponents start fondling and mauling Zach’s gorgeous body, paying special attention to his cock and balls. Lush streams of clear bull honey have been running down the great length of Zach’s colossal cock, making the thick and vein-gnarled shaft slick and slippery, all the better for jacking by large, calloused hands. These same big hands roughly fondled and kneaded the two gigantic lumps of man meat still concealed inside of Zach’s red trunks, assessing their great weight and density, and enjoying the moist warmth flowing out of the two big orbs. After several minutes of ungentle foreplay, they finally pull those trunks off of Zach’s body and expose his naked orbs to the hungry eyes of the audience and the cameras. Another collective gasp goes up from the crowd as the sheer mammoth size of Zach’s behemoth balls is finally revealed, the two rock-hard lumps resting side by side in their smooth, hairless scrotum, looking bigger than any testicles the audience had ever seen on man or beast. 

At this point, I think IVs should be started in the thick veins coursing over each of the stud’s boulder biceps, so that they can start feeding him the fluids and nutrients he’ll need to keep up with the sperm production that’s going to start accelerating in his balls from the serum. I also think that the bad guys are going to take their time with Zach. They’re not going to be particularly gentle, but they’re not going for any nut bursting action - yet. They’ve been ordered to make Zach cum, and cum a lot, and they’re going to take those orders seriously. 

This would be a good time for lots of descriptions of Zach’s massive cock and balls. For example, Zach’s 16-inch monster cock is so tremendously thick that even Reaper’s massive hands can’t wrap all the way around it, and his nutsac is so huge and bloated that it takes two hands to hold it, even for the Reaper. I’d love more details about Zach’s balls, too, like how they’re a perfectly matched set, beautifully and perfectly formed, and even heavier than they look. Despite their great weight, however, Zach’s nuts don’t hang very low; they’re only about an inch from his crotch. But when one of the big guys wraps his huge hand around the base of that massive sac of nuts, they can force them down an impressive (and erotically painful) distance from Zach’s muscular and chiseled groin. 

Despite the epic (and growing) fullness of his huge nuts and the horniness caused by the serum, Zach tries to hold back his first orgasm for as long as he can. He knows that his ejaculations are freakishly huge compared to those of normal men, and he’s desperate to not bust a nut in front of a live audience and in front of cameras that are live streaming to millions of people at home. But even a super stud like Zach cannot hold out forever, especially with three sets of extremely strong hands roughly handling his swollen and bloated goods, and after perhaps 15 minutes or so, Zach cuts loose with his first volcanic cum load. 

In the several hours since Zach guzzled down a massive overdose of the serum, the already phenomenal rate of his virility has been slowly but steadily accelerating, packing his nuts full with more and more of his oversized sperm. Thus even Zach was unprepared for the sheer size, volume, and ferocity of his first load. There were actually screams heard in the audience as the first titanic jet shot out of Zach’s quivering cock, an almighty streamer of jizz as thick as Zach’s pinky finger and more than 12 feet long. The Annihilator, who had been kneeling at Zach’s feet and roughly kneading his huge bollocks at the time, was struck in the chest by the massive blast of cum. The huge muscle man actually stumbled backwards in shock, surprise, and not a little bit of disgust as Zach painted a thick line of gloopy spew across both of the man’s humongous pecs and over his left shoulder, shooting the rest of his first streamer of spunk nearly all the way to the ringside ropes. 

The next blasts of cum were unobstructed by the muscular wall of the Annihilator’s giant form, and thus were able to sail their full distance to the edge of the arena and beyond, painting thick white stripes all over the arena mat. Each massive jet was as powerful and voluminous as the one before, and shone brilliantly in the overhead lights as they arced majestically over the ring. Zach’s cum was so thick and so concentrated and so heavy that the wet thudding sounds of his splooge striking the mat were audible over the gasps and loud murmurs of the shocked audience. Salvo after salvo after salvo shot from Zach’s colossal cock like some sort of meat cannon, and unbelievable display of hyper masculine virility. Dozens and dozens of thick ropes of cum — more than 50 in all — were festooned across the arena mat in gelatinous rivers and streamers before Zach’s first monstrous cum load came to an end. It looked like every man in the arena had come forward and jacked off a load or two onto the wrestling mat, but incredibly, impossibly, this almighty cum load had come from one set of balls, from a single orgasm, from the most fantastically virile man who had ever lived. 

And this first cum load would prove to be Zach’s SMALLEST ejaculation of the night, for as the serum continued its insidious work, the handsome champ’s loads would keep on getting bigger and bigger and bigger! 

The Annihilator tried to scrape Zach’s first humongous rope of jizz off of his chest, but the thick and chunky goo proved to be so viscous and dense that he only succeeded in smearing it even more evenly across his bloated muscles. Zach’s splooge was thicker than any custard, thicker than paste, thicker than anything the young man had ever shot before, for it was a virtually solid mass of sperm cells, nearly undiluted by any other seminal fluids. It was so thick, in fact, that most men’s groin muscles would not have been strong enough to even pull the jellied goo out of his nuts, let alone shoot the heavy stuff for nearly three dozen feet! 

Though initially disgusted by Zach’s colossal ejaculation, his three opponents quickly get over their revulsion and turn it into something of a game, working over the young man’s huge balls BIG time and milking them of their thick nut juice over and over again. Load after load after colossal load is roughly pulled from Zach’s gigantic giga nuts, each load bigger than the last, coating the arena floor with a soupy morass of chunky stud spunk. 

After the fifth or sixth load, a battered and exhausted Zach starts becoming even more horrified than ever before. He still knows nothing about the serum that he drank, and thus is shocked and terrified by the size and ferocity of his ever-increasing loads. Even HE has never before cum this much in so short a period of time! He knows that something must be wrong, but he doesn’t know what. 

Meanwhile, his powerhouse nuts keep on churning out nut butter faster and faster, ready with a fresh load of stud slop within mere minutes after blowing his previous load. In less than an hour, Zach has already cum 15 times, and everything within 30 feet of the hunky stud is completely coated with his spew, including the stud himself. All three of his opponents are drenched in his sticky and chunky jizz, long ropes of the stuff are hanging from the ropes, and even the 20-foot-wide apron surrounding the ring is splattered with large puddles and ropes of the stuff, stopping just shy of the front row seats and the nearest audience members. The whole auditorium positively reeks of Zach’s sex juice, the scent a heady mixture of chestnuts, pancake batter, hints of bleach, and a musky, gamey odor that is distinctive to Zach himself. 

The small, 6-inch-wide sieve drain in the center of the arena floor is working overtime trying to drain the gargantuan lake of Zach spunk accumulating on the mat. In previous matches, this drain has functioned countless times to drain the blood and entrails off the arena floor after particularly bloody events, the janitors using high-powered hoses to sluice away the residue of defeat. But for this match, the drain was serving an entirely different purpose. Supreme Leader Gustav Billings knew just how valuable Zach’s seminal emissions were, a true “white gold”, so he intended to harvest as much of the thick stuff as possible during the match. Hidden beneath the mat were a complex series of pipes, pumps, and suction devices, whisking Zach’s baby batter into waiting storage containers that could then be cryogenically frozen, creating a stockpile (or a “spunkpile”, as Gustav jokingly called it) of the young man’s priceless genetic legacy. 

For after tonight, Gustav will possess the sole supply of Zach’s man juice. 

Gustav had several near-term uses in mind for Zach’s powerful splooge, but his main plan would be to hoard his spunkpile for the next several decades, until the Fertility Plague had become a true worldwide crisis and humanity cried out for a solution to avoid extinction. Then, he would be able to sell tiny vials of Zach’s thick effluvium for outrageous sums to the rich and powerful, trading Zach’s genetic material for ever more power and influence. Who knows — Supreme Leader Gustav Billings could conceivably leverage his monopoly on humanity’s salvation to become the first person ever to establish dominance over the entire planet! 

But such plans required an enormous supply of Zach’s thick baby batter. Thus was Gustav’s brilliant scheme born — having his inside man spike Zach’s drink with the special spunk-accelerating serum, having his three muscular goons jack off the handsome hunk endlessly on the arena stage, and suctioning up all of that precious fluid into the collection containers. Heck, the Supreme Leader even had a team waiting in the wings once the match finally ended to go around the concrete floor of the arena apron and scrape up every last ounce of sperm there as well. Gustav knew from the experiments conducted on Zach’s first stolen batch of jizz that the vast bulk of his sperm cells could easily survive for hours on the cold cement floor and remain completely viable. Gustav intended to collect every drop of spunk that he could from this prime stud bull. 

The raping of Zach’s loins goes on for hours, with the three cruel opponents taunting and jeering at the defeated champion throughout his painful and humiliating ordeal, all while the young man’s millions of fans are forced to watch the horror unfold either in person or from their television screens. Literally GALLONS of splooge had already been secretly harvested beneath the stage, with gallons more on the arena floor and the surrounding concrete apron just waiting to be vacuumed up. 

As time went by, Zach’s gargantuan genitals started to very slowly swell to even more obscene and impossible dimensions. At first, it just looked like his cock and balls were getting puffy and swollen from extreme overuse, and it was true that Zach’s bull cock was indeed becoming red and somewhat raw from the hours of rough manhandling. But the truth was far more shocking — the serum was starting to go to work on the very structure of Zach’s sexual plumbing, forcing his cock and balls to start to grow and add even more mass in order to manufacture and ejaculate ever larger volumes of his robust and super potent sperm. 

Zach’s genitals were already so insanely oversized that it was difficult at first for most people to tell that they had grown even bigger. But eventually, even the most unobservant could tell that Zach’s junk was swelling larger and larger. His already monstrous cock had grown thicker and longer, the veins running up and down the gnarled shaft bloating bigger and bigger until they looked like they would burst right out of the skin. The head of his naturally 16-inch bull cock used to slap against his corrugated abs just below the mighty overhang of his thick, thick pecs, but now the bloated, purple glans was smacking him mid chest, meaning it had to have grown at least 3 or even 4 inches in length! Below that purple cock head, the entire shaft was an angry shade of red, the skin stretched tighter than a drum over all of that rock hard beef, looking like it could split open at any moment. Zach had already been too big to fuck any human orifice — now, he was too big to fuck ANYthing! 

But the stupendous growth of his mighty horse cock paled in comparison to the growth that had been inflicted on Zach’s behemoth balls. The young man had already been blessed with a super human virility and gonads more than ten times the size and mass of a typical healthy human male. After consuming an overdose of the special serum, Zach’s virility was being cranked up to truly mythic levels, and his mighty balls were striving to grow and create even more testicular tissue to keep up with the demand. Zach’s ostrich-egg sized nuts, already bigger than the bollocks on a prized Brahma bull, grew larger and larger as the hours ticked by, and soon had more than doubled in mass and heft until they were bigger than dinosaur eggs, approaching bowling balls in size but weighing even more than the 12-pound bowling balls they resembled. They had grown so large, in fact, that they strained the capacity of Zach’s smooth scrotum to contain them. Both monstrous bollocks now hugged the base of the young man’s utterly towering horse cock, the scrotal skin stretched so tightly across their vast mass that the fine tracery of bluish veins on the surface of those two mammoth orbs could be seen through the overstretched sac skin. 

A hungry-eyed Gustav took special interest and delight in the rapidly swelling size of Zach’s monster nuts. The dictator had been wondering even before this match began how the serum would affect Zach — would his insanely tough balls be able to last for days and days on end, or would the virility accelerator in the serum quickly redline the lad’s already fabled virility to terminal levels. It was now clear that the latter was taking place. The handsome champ’s balls were already growing so fast that there was no WAY they were going to break the current three-day record of survival. In fact, the continued life expectancy of those insanely virile bollocks could very likely be measured in just hours, not days. Even if the three muscular opponents did nothing more to Zach and his powerhouse nuts, those behemoth orbs looked like they would likely reach critical mass in just a few hours, exploding under their own goliath weight and size. 

Of course, Gustav Billings had no intention of letting Zach’s status as an alpha bull stud end so easily. 

And STILL the epic masturbation of Zach’s loins continued, pumping ever larger volumes of white hot man lava all over the stage. Zach is now shooting so much splooge, and it is so fantastically concentrated and thick with his clotted spunk, that it actually HURTS to orgasm. But the handsome young man has no choice, as load after load is forced from his spasming and swelling nuts. His orgasms have gotten longer and longer, and the time between loads shorter and shorter, until the muscle hunk is finally experiencing the painful and legendary nirvana of a continuous, unending orgasm, a cum-junkie’s wildest fantasy come to life! 

The shocked audience has become almost numb to the sight of their greatest hero being forced into some sort of tantric orgasmic state, pumping out truly impossible quantities of stud sperm all over the arena. Gustav had been monitoring the crowd’s energy and reactions closely, and being the consummate showman that he was, he knew when it was time to move on to the next step of the night’s entertainment. He had already collected far, far more of the stud’s sperm than he could have ever hoped for, so it was time for the next phase of the hunk’s torture and humiliation — the slow breakdown and destruction of his titanic testicles! 

Dethroning the King - Chapter 11 (DRAFT) - The Punishment Begins

Dethroning the King

An original story by Jayse and D.

Chapter 11 - The Punishment Begins

With Zach on the ground and cradling his wounded balls, the three opponents are quickly able to get the upper hand on their hated foe, and start enacting revenge against the handsome and muscular hero. I think that the punishments should start with Zach’s legendary rock-hard abs. But things will eventually move lower, of course, and they’ll eventually be pounding away at the stud’s gigantic gonads by the next chapter. 

The three opponents take this time to reach behind the curtain beneath the battle ring, retrieving additional items that they had stashed there prior to the match. The Annihilator reveals a massive iron kettlebell weighing a monstrous 100 kg — 200 pounds — which is even bigger than the biggest kettlebell in Zach’s own gym! The Reaper unveils a sledgehammer so huge it looks like it must have been wielded by one of the Norse gods of legend, a long steel shaft topped with a blunt-faced solid lump of iron easily as big as the Annihilator’s kettlebell! And the Kingslayer produced a set of a dozen C clamps, adjustable vises of iron used to clamp large timbers together…or to crush whatever else might be trapped between either steel jaws! 

Here are just some ideas of the brutal punishments that could be inflicted on a weak and woozy Zach, all intended to break down his strength and his magnificent body before later turning to the stud’s gigantic genitals: 

• Zach shakily gets to his feet after a particularly devastating attack, and Reaper rushed and headbutted the champ right in the gut with his iron-clad skull, and rammed him into the ropes. As Zach’s body starts to fall, the Reaper pulls his fist back and launches a devastating uppercut right into Zach’s abs, drilling the punch deep, and before firing his other fist upward right into Zach’s chin, lifting the champ several feet off the ground like a puppet. 

• Kingslayer holding Zach in a varied surfboard. Locking the hero’s arms behind him, and pinning his lower back with his knee, arching the champ backwards and exposing his lower abs to the Annihilator’s kettlebell and/or the Reaper’s sledgehammer! The other two opponents mercilessly hammer the stud’s rippling, cobblestone abs, devastating his abdominal and pelvic nerves to the fullest. 

• Zach locks fingers with the much larger Reaper in a test of strength, and despite his weakened condition and being under the influence of the drug in his bloodstream, Zach slowly manages to dominate Reaper, buckling the Reaper under the champ’s awesome might. The Annihilator then steps behind Zach, and viciously grabbed Zach’s shoulder muscles, pouring tremendous strength and pain into Zach’s delts and traps, digging his unforgiving fingers into the nerve bundles in Zach’s upper back. Zach finally howls in agony and releases his hold on the Reaper, allowing the Kingslayer to step in and attack the champ’s wounded and reddened abs. With his right palm facing down and his hand extended outward like a blade, the Kingslayer jams his hand right into Zach’s unflexed torso, directly into the spot in between his mountainous pecs and the top row of his cobblestone abs. The masked Kingslayer then digs his fingers deeply inside his opponent’s body, clutching the nerve bundles there and using his thumb as an anchor on his abs. Even Zach can't defend himself from two kinds of devastating nerve claws at the same time, to both his shoulders and his abs! He will bellow in agony, allowing the recovered Reaper to start raining more blows into the champ’s muscular flanks and colossal chest. 

• The Kingslayer’s C clamps need to be used on Zach’s magnificent, massive muscles while he is held down by the other two muscle giants. I want to use those clamps on the stud’s biceps and triceps most of all, in an epic fight between flexing guns and mechanical clamps. The clamps also need to be used on the champ’s flaring lats, cannonball delts, football-sized calves, and thickly mounded pecs. The Kingslayer will tighten each clamp in turn, mercilessly squeezing and crushing Zach’s enormous muscles, and taking them right up to the brink of bursting. These attacks will further weaken and soften up Zach’s mighty muscles, sapping even more of his colossal strength. 

• Zach’s unbelievably thick and wide pecs need to be brutally worked over, the deep and dense muscular tissue punched and clawed by all three opponents. And, of course, some cruel nipple work and tittie twisting is in order! 

Yes, Zach’s entire, glorious physique must be thoroughly worked over. This guy is a true muscle god, and the three thugs need to destroy him piece by piece. Zach is so freaking tough, however, that it takes a hell of a lot of work to break his body down, and he’d heal even that horrific battering…but if only his balls were left intact, which we all know is NOT going to be the case! (evil grin!)

Also, somewhere along the way in this chapter, Zach’s huge cock will slowly grow rock hard. His beast-like, 16-inch monster cock is so huge that it quickly escapes the bounds of his tight trunks, protruding upward from the waistband of his pants with the bulbous, swollen tip tapping against his abs just inches below the mighty overhang of his big, juicy pecs. The audience is utterly shocked by the massive proportions of Zach’s freakishly huge cock, and many quickly find themselves disgusted by the sight. Not because of the actual sight of Zach’s rock hard bull cock, for it is a gorgeous, perfectly formed masterpiece of man meat, and its sight was beautiful and magnificent to behold. No, many of Zach’s fans were confused and disgusted by the sight of their hero throwing a gargantuan boner while he was steadily worked over, beaten, and humiliated by his opponents. No one in the audience knew that Zach’s raging hard on was actually due to the effects of the serum pumping through his veins; they just figured that their proud hero was actually a secret masochist, and was actually enjoying being dominated and destroyed by his three brutal tormentors. 

The Reaper latches onto an idea as he sees Zach lying supine and defenseless on the floor, his rock hard mule dick stretching almost all the way to his massive chest. The Reaper reaches down with one goliath hand, wrapping his fingers tightly around the base of Zach’s bloated super cock and heavy nutsac through the fabric of his tight red trunks. He then lifted the champ’s massive form up into the air by his genitals alone, tearing a fresh scream of agony from the handsome muscle man as his 365 pounds of rock solid fighting muscle tore at the junction between his genitals and his crotch. Zach felt for sure like his proud cock and balls were about to be torn out by their roots, but somehow they held! 

The Reaper then began parading the champ around the ring like a rag doll, displaying the once mighty hero to the shocked and horrified fans, and occasionally jerking upwards on his clenched fingers to tear fresh cries and bellows from Zach’s powerful lungs. Zach writhed in the Reaper’s iron grip, weakly clawing at the bigger man’s colossal arm in a futile attempt to break free and stop the terrible agony in his genitals. 

Just when Zach thought the agony could not get any worse, the Reaper began spinning the stud’s 365 pounds through the air like he was swinging a cat by the tail. Zach screamed as the pain exploded into even greater dimensions in his genitals, and he could feel the muscles, tendons, and ligaments anchoring his manhood to his crotch threatening to snap and tear. 

The Annihilator was ready. He had already grabbed the Reaper’s discarded sledgehammer, hefting the mighty weapon with both hands, and on the sixth or seventh rotation, slammed the head of the massive hammer directly into the middle of Zach’s muscled abs. The hammer head buried itself deep into Zach’s gut, and the young man would have sworn his fantastically strong abdominal muscles had been obliterated into shrapnel. But after the Reaper and the Annihilator repeated this maneuver two, three, four more times, Zach was positive that the hammer head was striking his spinal column with each blow, so deeply was it buried in his battered gut. 

Before releasing Zach’s dangling form, the Reaper forms a huge fist with his free hand and sends it careening full force right into Zach’s tightly packed and straining bull nuts. The blow all but knocks the wind out of the handsome lad, and when the Reaper unceremoniously drops him to the floor, Zach can barely muster the strength to cradle his wounded balls in both hands. 

By the end of this chapter, Zach’s fantastically strong and muscular body will be rendered soft and useless, and his fighting spirit will be all but broken. His mighty cock and balls will have been mostly untouched during all of this abuse, but that is about to change. Zach is now ready to be pumped and drained like the stud bull that he is! 

Dethroning the King - Chapter 10 (Draft) - THREE on One!

Okay, I know that I haven't yet taken all of your suggestions and fleshed out Chapter 9, but I'm eager to provide all of my draft text to you all, so I'm gonna go ahead and start posting the remaining chapters as well.

Zach survives Chapter 9 a bit battered but otherwise intact...and victorious! His body has somehow been fighting off the worst of the effects from the serum, something no other test subject has done before. But Gustav anticipated that the handsome hunk might prove to be especially tough to take down, so he has an ace up his sleeve. He announces a second bout, a double-or-nothing match, and introduces a third opponent in the form of the Kingslayer.

This chapter should involve even more brutal wrestling action. While some low blows and dirty moves should be thrown in, the focus continues to remain Zach's fantastically muscular, exquisitely defined, perfectly proportioned physique. And despite the continuing work of the serum, Zach almost, ALMOST wins this second match! But a vicious move by the mysterious Kingslayer finally lays Zach out, and the three wrestlers finally get their chance to start taking the King down...


********

Dethroning the King

An original story by Jayse and D.

Chapter 10 - THREE on One

After Zachary “The King” Sorensen defeated both Reaper and Annihilator, Gustav Billings offered him a challenge to fight against Reaper and Annihilator one more time, with one surprise newcomer added to the mix. The prize money will be triple of what he will be getting, and to top it off, a clean deed to the area occupied by the slum. However if Zach is beaten, then Gustav will take possession of “everything” that Zach owns.

Although the drug was taking effect inside of him, Zach shook it off and disregarded the uneasy feeling he has of Gustav’s offer. Zach was confident that he will emerge the victor like always. He believed that as long as he fought for what is just and good, he will always emerge victorious, and this is a golden opportunity to give all those who are living in the slums a new chance at a better life! Of course, his pride as the undefeated champion will never let him back down form a challenge that easily.

The second match is announced, and the Kingslayer is introduced to the audience. A stylized wrestling mask obscures the man’s features, revealing only piercing blue eyes and a cocky, arrogant, confident grin. The man is “only” 6 feet tall and perhaps 230 pounds, making him far smaller than any of the other three men in the ring, yet his lean muscles look powerful. The young man enters the ring with all of the confidence and swagger of a long-time champ, even though this will be his first ever battle in the arena. The lad seems to ignore the boos and jeers from the audience. 

Unbeknownst to Zach, all three of his opponents have now slipped foreign objects into their wrestling attire. All three men now have steel plates embedded in their knee and elbow pads, and have swapped out their normal shoes for steel-toed boots with steel studs embedded in their thick heels. These are accessories that should REALLY help soften up Zach’s mighty, rock-hard muscles and boulder-like balls. The Kingslayer also has a set of brass knuckles tucked into the crotch of his wrestling trunks, which he will keep hidden until the time is right…

As Annihilator, Reaper and the Kingslayer make their way to the ring, a weird sensation washed over Zach. His eyes glazed over temporarily, and his muscled body spasmed involuntarily, his balls churned, and he can feel his own huge cock start to grow. Unbeknownst to Zach, his body has been fighting against the effects of the drug ever since he drank it, and after the exertion from his initial fight, the drug has now saturated in every cell in his body. He keeps on fighting, however, shrugging off the serum’s effects as best he can and putting up one hell of a fight against his three opponents. 

The resulting fight and punishment should be brutal. The Annihilator and the Reaper have a HUGE grudge against the handsome muscle stud, and they revel at the chance to beat the crap out of the huge man. The Kingslayer’s motivations are unknown at this time, though it’s clear he is also eager to take down he champion. All three are mighty and talented fighters, and by all rights should have been able to make short work of any opponent, particularly one who is slowly succumbing to the effects of the serum. 

Zach had been able to dominate both Reaper and Annihilator completely in the previous match, but as the serum starts having its effect on Zach, the young muscle man is obviously struggling against his three opponents. Each of them take turns facing Zach head on, while the other two worked together in cancelling Zach’s attacks and defenses. The Reaper relies on his pure muscular strength and the toughness of his body in his attacks on Zach. The Annihilator, while not as massive as Reaper, he is more agile than him and known more fighting style than the enhanced soldier. The Kingslayer seems to know everything there is to know about Zach, anticipating what moves to use on the hero, how to counter Zach’s attacks, and how to predict the champion’s next moves. He relies on his agility and speed, coupled with different holds and claws, and his aim is to wear Zach out and damaging, softening up, and finally rendering Zach’s muscles useless, one group at a time.

But Zach amazes everyone by giving as good as he gets, and then some! Despite his growing wooziness and fatigue, and the ever-growing heaviness in his bloated (and battered) crotch, Zach continues to hold his own against all three of his assailants, and for a time looks like he might actually WIN! 

Zach finally gets all three of his opponents (literally) up against the ropes. He has brutally pummeled all three of his opponents, all they’re all looking exhausted and battered and near the end of their strength. It’s taking everything that the panting and sweating muscle man has just to stay upright and fighting, but his tremendous will and drive keep him going, and now he’s about to win! 

I am thinking that Zach might try to use his famous finishing move against the Kingslayer, a move that has become one of his trademarks in defeating his opponents:  a flying kick. Throwing all the strength in his body behind it, Zach dashed and leaped into the air, his right leg stretched to the max, aimed at the Kingslayer who is slouching against the far ropes.

The Kingslayer was “playing possum”, however; he flashed an evil grin and pulled his fists back slightly, slipping on the brass knuckles he’d retrieved from his trunks. The Kingslayer has clearly paid careful attention to every aspect of Zach’s fighting techniques, understanding every shredded and thickly corded inch of his body, his personality, and his fighting style. The Kingslayer has also figured out a counter for Zach’s favorite finisher, and lured the champ into using it! 

Zach is not wearing anything except a pair of tight, low-cut, square-cut trunks. The snug fabric kept his package in place and showed off the outline of his genitals vividly. The Kingslayer suddenly dodged to the right at the last moment and shot both of his fists out! It is too late for Zach to respond or change his trajectory, and his entire 365-pound body weight, propelled by his tremendous charging strength, drove himself straight into the Kingslayer’s steel knuckled fists! RIGHT INTO HIS BALLS!!!

The audience gasps in shock as the seemingly much younger and weaker opponent singlehandedly dismantles Zach’s finisher! The Kingslayer has used Zach’s own tremendous strength and fury to drive the stud’s gigantic testicles back into his abdominal cavity, where they make enormous bulges out on either side of the hunk’s mammoth bull cock. Zach’s handsome lantern jaw drops open and his beautiful blue-green eyes bulge out in agony and shock, and he drops heavily to the floor like an enormous sack of potatoes, big meaty hands clutching at his lower abs and crotch in a futile attempt to lessen the ferocious agony pulsing out of his nuts. His massive scrotum, so recently filled to capacity by a pair of goliath stud balls, is now empty, just a huge bag of skin flopping uselessly between his columnar legs. 

Before Zach can react, the Kingslayer performed an atomic drop maneuver, leaping high into the air and dropped down with both steel-padded knees into the bulges in Zach’s corrugated lower abs. The atomic drop simultaneously crushes the stud’s trapped balls and propels them back into his scrotum with punishing force. The blow tears a thunderous bellow of agony from the heretofore silent and stoic champ.  

These two crippling low blows would have neutered any lesser man. Zach’s mighty man rocks survive - bruised but intact - but the agony immediately forces Zach to clutch his wounded orbs with both hands, rolling around on the floor until slowly pulling himself up to his knees. The three opponents start to circle the kneeling muscle stud like vultures around a wounded animal. They all realize that the Kingslayer’s low blow signals the beginning of the end for Zach’s illustrious fighting career…and his reign as an epic alpha stud. 

Dethroning the King - Chapter 9 (DRAFT) - Two on One

Dethroning the King

An original story by Jayse and D.

Chapter 9 - Two on One

The day of the match finally arrives. The arena is absolutely packed to capacity. The champion, Zach “The King” Sorenson enters the arena first, eliciting thunderous applause. The silk robe he’s wearing does little to hide his heroic muscular size, and he has a look of focus and determination on his achingly handsome face. He enters the ring accompanied by Ian and several other staff from his gym. They help him disrobe, revealing his spectacular body to the wildly cheering and adoring crowd. Zach is completely naked except for his regulation red wrestling trunks, the tight-fitting lycra fabric hugging every bulge and curve of his fantastically muscular ass and his gigantic cock and balls. 

The Annihilator enters next, the huge man eliciting both cheers and boos from the audience. A cocky sneer is on the huge man’s ruggedly handsome face as he struts his way to the ring. When he disrobes, he reveals a physique that is even more insanely massive than ever, for he now carries 420 pounds of bloated, swollen muscle on his 6-foot, 6-inch frame. Clearly, this muscle beast has been working out in preparation for this grudge match! 

Lastly, the Reaper is finally revealed to the crowd after much fanfare, and both Zach and the audience get their first look at the 7-foot, 2-inch giant. An iron mask covers the entirety of the Reaper’s face, showing only the hard, merciless stare of his brown eyes. A black silk robe covers a body that is so enormous that it defies description. When the Reaper enters the ring and lets the robe fall, even Zach’s beautiful hazel eyes widen in surprise and shock at the sheer unearthly SIZE of the muscular giant. The Reaper is so colossally huge and muscular that his 7-foot, 2-inch  tall and 525-pound body actually dwarfs the champion’s 6-foot, 3-inch and 365-pound Adonis-like form. 

While all of this is going on, the mole in Zach’s own team secretly opens a hidden vial of clear fluid, the serum that had been provided to him by Gustav’s scientists. Though he was instructed to only pour 1 cc of this fluid into Zach’s water bottle, he empties the entire 10 cc vial into the large water bottle, an evil smirk playing across his face as he does so. The tasteless, colorless, and odorless serum is quickly mixed with the champion’s water, and the bottle placed back at ringside with no one the wiser. 

Introductions are made, rules are described (LOL - what rules?!), and the fighters take their corners. Ian leans in to his best friend and mentor and starts giving Zach words of advice and encouragement, passing the huge muscle man his water bottle. Zach’s eyes remained locked on his opponents, but he listens closely to Ian’s every word, opening up the water bottle and taking a large swig of the cold water within. 

The bell chimes, and the match begins. 

******** Now, I’m not good at writing blow-by-blow wrestling stories, so I’m hoping one of you can do so. This chapter needs to highlight Zach’s terrific strength and skill in the ring, for he is able to outmatch and outfight not just one, but TWO enormous, dirty-fighting opponents who far exceed him in size and mass. I really love the idea that both the Annihilator and the Reaper are so much bigger than Zach, with the Reaper in particular being the product of military-grade genetic engineering, and STILL Zach is stronger and tougher! (The muscle giant was produced from the sperm of countless studs, but Zach’s natural genetics are still far, far superior…which is why Gustav so desperately wants the stud’s prime genetic material.) That way, it’s even more impressive when mighty Zach lays both huge men out in the first 2-on-1 match. Even though the big muscle stud is smaller than either of his opponents, he quickly proves that he is both stronger and faster than either of the larger men. 

Both the Annihilator and the Reaper need to land some terrific blows on Zach in the course of the fight, because I need to show just how tough Zach really is. He shrugs off each and every blow, even the cruel punches, kicks, knees, elbows, and upper cuts into his unprotected testicles, and continues pummeling both of his opponents into eventual submission. 

Zach shocks Gustav and rocks the UFT world when he succeeds in besting both of those gigantic studs in the most colossal battle in UFT history. And Zach wins despite taking multiple long drinks of water from his tainted water bottle, and fighting off the effects of the serum long into the match. 

In fact, the serum seems to do nothing to the huge muscle man for a good long time, much to the Annihilator’s and Reaper’s great concern (as they are in on the entire plan), as well as Gustav’s own worry and consternation. It’s not until at least halfway through the match that Zach starts feeling dizzy and light headed, and notices that he’s getting slower and weaker, if only by a little bit. Nevertheless, the handsome stud digs deep and continues fighting, in the end overcoming and defeating both of his opponents, despite their constant cheating and ganging up on him! 

The crowd goes absolutely wild at this turn of events, the applause and screaming almost deafening, and echoed throughout the rest of the sprawling city of New Angeles. Almost every resident, from the vast poor population to even most of the rarefied elites, had been rooting for the handsome hero, and they are overjoyed at his success. 

Gustav Billings, however, is visibly furious. But the Supreme Leader has a back up plan. He urges the crowd to silence and then smiles benevolently down upon the panting and winded champion. Gustav then offers another challenge, a “double or nothing” proposal, offering Zach uncontested control over a huge section of the barrio — in essence, setting Zach up at the leader of his own nation-state within the larger nation-state of New Angeles — if he can win in another fight. And THIS time, he’ll have THREE opponents:  the Annihilator, the Reaper, and a brand new, never-before-seen opponent, the Kingslayer. 

A tired and panting Zach looks to his corner for advice, only to find that Ian and the rest of his team has been whisked away by UFT officials while he wasn’t looking. The big stud realizes that he is on his own at that point, and though he’s unexpectedly tired, he realizes that the prize offered by Supreme Leader Billings is simply too great to refuse. After a few more moment’s consideration, Zach once again meets Gustav’s eyes and agrees to the match. Another round of thunderous cheers echo throughout the vast auditorium. 

But with the serum continuing to perform its quiet, evil work inside Zach’s bloodstream, can the handsome hero possibly hope to win against THREE opponents?!? ********

Okay guys! Here’s where YOU all come in! I’d LOVE to have you guys send me drafts of how you’d flesh out this chapter, and the first match between Zach and the Reaper and Annihilator. Even just suggestions for specific scenes within the epic battle would be super appreciated. I don’t intend to submit the next unfinished chapter until Friday of NEXT week, which gives you all a full week to submit ideas in the comments section. Also, feel free to post your personal email address in the comments section — I promise not to post your email address on the blog, so you can remain anonymous if you wish. 

Looking forward to hearing from you guys! :D

Dethroning the King - Chapter 8 - Preparation

Hello gang! 

This is the final completed chapter in this series...and honestly, it's not even that much of a chapter. I couldn't really think of anything particularly compelling or erotic to include in this chapter, so it's shorter than the rest. I really only intended this chapter to be the transition leading up to the epic fight between Zach and his two opponents. 

From here on out, I simply have suggestions for how the story should unfold. Tomorrow, I will post my ideas for the next chapter, and I'm hoping that one or more of you will take a stab at writing some or all of the text for that next chapter. Let's make this a team effort! :D

--Jayse

********

Dethroning the King

An original story by Jayse and D.

Chapter 8 - Preparation

The next 7 days passed with agonizing slowness for a populace excited and eager to witness the upcoming event. The excitement built throughout the city and the rest of New Angeles, quickly taking on a festival-like atmosphere. Not only was this going to be the biggest fight ever in the career of their greatest hero, but the results of this match could have long-lasting effects on the barrio, and indeed, on the entire nation. 

The media blitz was virtually around the clock, with most of the coverage focusing on Zach “The King” Sorenson, the reigning champ. In depth bios detailed the young man’s troubled and tragic past, his rise to stardom, and his training for the upcoming match. TV cameras were in his gym almost 24/7, capturing every muscle-bursting, sweat-dripping, power-packed moment of the spectacularly handsome and massively built stud’s weight training and boxing regimen. Zach’s focus on his workouts was utterly intense, and he did an impressive job of ignoring the cameras, reporters, and hordes of gawkers and fans as he thundered out one mammoth set after another. 

Between sets, however, Zach was the warm, smiling, and humorous young man that had captured the hearts and minds of the populace of New Angeles, and of people around the world. Zach was shown in his natural setting, sparring and training with his young proteges in his gym, as well as talking with members of his community, performing outreach, and otherwise showing all of the ways that he helped make lives better for all of the residents in his neighborhood. 

One particularly memorable program showed his kind-hearted nature, as well as his insanely tough body, as Zach allowed himself to be used as a human punching bag by half a dozen muscular teens at the same time. Raising his phenomenally muscular arms above his head, Zach allows all six teens to pound on his body at the same time, from every side and angle, focusing on his abdomen, midsection, and middle and lower back, with occasional punches to his colossally muscular pecs and even the deep wells of his hairy armpits. The huge dude didn’t even have to flex to ward off the bare-knuckled blows — his muscles were just so damn tough that he didn’t have to! Instead, he gave each boxer pointers on how better to land their blows. Even as they pounded away at his magnificent body, it was clear that his crew of teens absolutely adored big Zach, and at the end of the training session, they all piled on top of him, dragging his massive, laughing form to the floor in a stack of slick muscles. 

By contrast, the camps for both the Annihilator and the Reaper were almost completely secretive, particularly that of the Reaper. No one in the public had even SEEN the new UFT contender yet, so there was great speculation as to who he might be. Not even Zach got a chance to see or meet the newest UFT contender, and he had to content himself with waiting to meet one of his opponents until the very match itself. 

Dethroning the King - Chapter 7 - The Proposal

Dethroning the King

An original story by Jayse and D.

Chapter 7 - The Proposal

Gustav Billings came up with a wicked plan inspired by both his profound jealousy and unrivaled greed, a plan that would see to Zach’s ultimate downfall and his own elevation to even greater wealth and power. 

The young fighter had long since earned the Supreme Leader’s enmity due to his enormous popularity as both a sex symbol and as a ray of hope to the masses, not to mention his extraordinary masculine beauty and utterly phenomenal strength. Now, knowledge that the young champion was also spectacularly endowed, gifted with genetics almost beyond imagining, and a walking one man sperm bank was enough to throw Gustav into nearly apoplectic fits of anger and envy. Watching the clandestine recording of Zach’s solo performance in his gym, bludgeoning his behemoth balls and busting out four almost inconceivably massive loads, only further reinforced Gustav’s resolve. The King must fall. 

The deeper truth, and one that Gustav was unwilling to admit even to himself, was that he felt threatened by Zach and all that the young man represented. The young champion’s sense of honor and justice was starting to reshape the slums, awakening the cowed and tractable populace in a way that nothing else had done before. The Supreme Leader knew on an instinctive, gut level that he not only had to take down “The King”, but he had to do so in the most brutal and permanent way possible, quashing the hopes of those in the slums at the same moment that Zach’s own colossal gonads were squashed forever.

But Gustav didn’t want the young man’s fall from grace to be swift and merciful; no, he wanted the handsome hunk to suffer like no other man had suffered before. The Supreme Leader wanted Zach dismantled piece by piece before a roaring crowd, taking the sexy stud down in every way possible. And when the young man’s destruction was complete, Gustav vowed to have the only source of Zach’s fantastically potent sperm in the world, a resource that could make the already phenomenally wealthy man rich beyond his wildest dreams. 

The Supreme Leader wanted the young man’s fall to be a public event, so naturally it would take place in the UFT arena. And Gustav would pull out two secret weapons that he’d been waiting to use until just such an occasion. The first such secret weapon was a brand new entry to the UFT league, a monstrous warrior named The Reaper. 

The Reaper

The secret breeding and eugenics experiments conducted by Gustav’s scientists over the past few decades had not been a complete failure. While the scientists had not been able to overcome the fertility plague, their efforts did bear some fruit when it came to creating super soldiers, and the Reaper was the greatest success ever to come out of that military program. 

Standing a full 7 feet, 2 inches tall, the Reaper was a true giant of a man, and his gargantuan weight of 535 pounds made him unquestionably the largest muscle man that the world had ever seen, dwarfing even the mighty and muscle-bloated Annihilator. The Reaper was built on a truly massive scale, thickly thewed with almost impossibly massive muscles, and he possessed a frightening amount of strength, capable of hurling his fist through concrete walls and lifting mind-boggling amounts of weight. He represented the ultimate wet dream of dictators throughout history, an unquestionably loyal super soldier of almost unimaginable size and strength. 

Like all of the offspring produced by the scientists’ experiments, however, the Reaper was far from perfect. His face was monstrously deformed, so hideous that the scientists created an imposing metal mask that the huge man wore at all times. And though the Reaper was endowed with a set of genitals equally as massive as the rest of his gargantuan body, the mutant creature was completely sterile, unable to transfer his colossal size and strength to future generations. He was a genetic dead end, but also the most powerful warrior in the Supreme Leader’s arsenal. 

Supreme Leader Billings wanted to stage a two-on-one match with Zach, including both a third rematch between the handsome hunk and the mighty Annihilator, and adding the Reaper as a second and even more massive and powerful combatant against the popular champion. Surely such a mighty and muscular brute as the Reaper could make short work of even Zach Sorenson! Especially when combined with the Annihilator! Gustav had already secured the participation of the Annihilator, who was more than happy to take part in the King’s downfall after years of defeat and humiliation at Sorenson’s hands. 

The Serum

Gustav was certain that the combination of both the Reaper and the Annihilator in a two-on-one match would be more than enough to defeat the handsome stud, but as insurance, he intended on unveiling his second secret weapon on Zach. This second weapon was a serum that had been developed by his scientists during their experiments on male fertility. A team of brilliant scientists had been struggling to find a way to boost a man’s virility and increase his sperm production, and after years of experimentation had succeeded in achieving their goal. A single dose of the serum accelerated the growth and maturation of a man’s sperm cells by upwards of 5,000%, vastly increasing the size of a man’s cum loads, and simultaneously cutting down his “recharge time” to a fraction of its previous length. 

The first test subjects who were given the serum soon had the laboratory awash with their overabundant ejaculate, and it looked like the serum would be heralded as a watershed breakthrough in the fight against the fertility plague. 

Unfortunately, the serum was soon discovered to have a series of severe adverse side effects that more than negated its virility-enhancing benefits. First, the serum dulled the mind, causing hallucinations in extreme cases and releasing a man from all mental inhibitions. Second, the serum caused severe weakness, weakening a man’s muscle fibers and slowly eating away at their very protein structures, which were then used as building blocks to produce even more sperm. 

In and of themselves, these first two side effects weren’t too severe, but it was the third and final side effect that rendered the serum a failure…for the effects of the serum were permanent. A permanent 5,000-fold increase in a man’s virility might sound like a fantastic benefit on the surface, until one considered that such a massive volume of sperm production required a vastly increased amount of fluids and nutrients to fuel a man’s testicular furnaces. The first test subjects expired within just a few hours of receiving the serum, dying of extreme dehydration and electrolyte loss. The scientists thought to solve this problem by hooking up the next test subjects with intravenous fluids and nutrients in the hopes that they could supply these young men with their fluid needs as fast as they were converted into sperm and ejaculate. 

At first, adding IVs seemed to be the solution, for the young male subjects could keep their bodies replenished even as their balls churned out staggering amounts of semen. What the scientists couldn’t relieve, however, was the extreme stress that such heightened production levels placed on the men’s balls. Their turgid testicles would start to heat up after perhaps 6 or 8 hours of accelerated production, an indicator of just how hard those twin sperm tanks were working. A few hours after that, and their genitals began to swell larger. This genital swelling was partially due to hyper-engorgement of the sexual tissues by increased blood flow. But astonishingly, this increase in both penile and testicular size was also caused by an increase in the size and volume of the testicular matter itself! With an ever-mounting drive to produce greater and greater volumes of sperm, the man’s nuts actually began to grow and enlarge in order to further increase their production capacity! Their penises grew as well, though not at as great a rate as their balls, in order to create a thicker and stronger cannon capable of ejaculating the insanely copious amounts of fluids being manufactured within their serum-enhanced balls! 

The men experienced a doubling or more of the size and mass of their testicles after taking the serum, which also resulted in an associated increase in the volume of their ejaculate. Even the scientists were unprepared for just how much chunky jizz these young men were capable of producing! 

The human body wasn’t meant to accommodate such rapid growth, however, and it was quickly obvious that the serum was redlining the young men’s endurance limits. What happened next still gave even many of the hardened and jaded scientists nightmares. 

The serum caused a man’s balls to switch into overdrive, making them grow and swell and heat up until they became bloated furnaces of sperm production. Inevitably, however, they reached a point of no return, exceeding all design capacity…and that’s when they would explode spectacularly within their sac. Unable to endure the extreme stress and strain, the test subject’s bloated and swollen bollocks would explode, usually one right after the other. This violent, brutal, and sudden end to the subject’s manhood was fatal to the young man, and his heart would give out moments after his emasculation. 

In short, the serum was deadly. 

Most men would last less than a day before their balls exploded and they expired. Some of the tougher and bigger built test subjects could last a bit longer, and one particularly bull-balled young stud lasted a full three days before his massive balls catastrophically and simultaneously exploded, killing him instantly. 

The scientists had no antidote for the serum, so once the fluid was introduced to the subject, there was no cure. The only way that they could save the life of a test subject was to cut off his monstrously swollen balls before they exploded, and even this effort wasn’t a sure-fire way of saving the man’s life — some still died anyway, their bodies pushed too far beyond their limits. Regrettably, the serum was therefore deemed a failure, for one way or another, the serum resulted in the violent end to a test subject’s manhood, if not his very life. Worse, the serum did nothing to increase the amount of viable sperm in a man’s ejaculate; if the test subject was already experiencing infertility, then the serum did nothing to correct that, it just made him produce vastly greater volumes of useless sperm. Experiments using the serum were finally halted when it was proven that this avenue of inquiry would not lead to a solution to the infertility plague. 

But for Gustav Billing, he couldn’t imagine a more appropriate way to destroy the oversized and oversexed young champion than to use his own phenomenal virility against him. The serum would make Zach’s mammoth bollocks bloat up like bowling balls, pumping out so much of his thick and supremely potent sperm that the whole damn arena would be awash in his fertile male juices! Gustav idly wondered if the awesome, super human toughness of Zach’s elephantine nuts would allow them to endure the serum even longer than the current 3-day record, or if the already record-breaking fecundity of those mighty bollocks would cause their premature demise when pushed to the maximum. Either way, Gustav knew it would be quite a spectacle, a UFT match that would go down in legend. 

The savvy and devious Supreme Leader never wasted his resources, and he intended to harvest Zach’s profuse and overabundant emissions in the arena in order to stockpile the world’s only supply of the stud’s championship jizz. For one thing was for certain, Zach Sorenson’s mighty bull balls would not survive the match! 

Plans were set in motion for the ultimate fall of Zach Sorenson, the forced retirement of the King, and the destruction of the very thing that made him what he was today, the very symbol of his superior manhood. All Gustav had to do now was entice the young hero an offer that he couldn’t refuse…

The Proposal

A surprise televised announcement was made at the end of that week’s UFT event. The mighty Zach Sorenson had once again handedly defeated a series of six opponents in quick succession, one right after the other, earning thunderous applause from his always capacity crowds. The Supreme Leader himself appeared on the huge arena TV screens via satellite to congratulate the handsome muscle stud on his latest victory, and to make a proposal for next week’s event, an even that would be more exciting than any that had ever come before. 

The event would be a two-on-one match between the undefeated champion and both his greatest rival, the Annihilator, and a brand new competitor in the UFT, the Reaper. The match would be the typical no-holds-barred type of bloodsport that the fans had grown to love, and would take place one week from tonight. 

The crowd cheered and whistled at the proposed match, as they knew such an event could actually prove to be a challenge for the handsome and heroic fighter, and the lustful audience wanted to see their dashingly handsome champion pitted against difficult odds. 

But the Supreme Leader wasn’t yet done. Smiling benevolently upon his TV audience, Gustav Billings then announced that the prize for the bout would be something special and unique in the history of the UFT, a cash prize that was more than ten times the amount of the highest and most lucrative pot ever awarded in the games. The prize would therefore be a vast sum of money, enough to allow someone like Zach to retire and fund, even expand, his philanthropic projects for the rest of his young life. 

At this announcement, the crowd went utterly wild. Zach’s efforts to improve the lives of everyone in the barrio were well-known throughout all of New Angeles, and even beyond into the neighboring nations that also watched the UFT, and the young man was greatly respected and revered by many in the slums for his good and honorable deeds. In fact, the young Sorenson had begun to inspire others throughout the city and beyond to start helping out in their neighborhoods, and improve the conditions for themselves and others by working together. Everyone knew that the vast prize money being proposed for this next match would allow Zach to achieve even more changes and improvements for his fellow man, and the people began to beg and plead for Zach to accept the proposed match. 

Young Zach Sorenson stood silently in the ring for many long moments, staring back at Supreme Leader Billings’ smiling image on the enormous television screen. The champion was surrounded by a cheering crowd chanting his name and shouting at him to accept the match. The handsome stud had never looked more glorious, standing there in his skin-tight wrestling trunks, his unbelievably massive and perfectly proportioned muscles glistening with the sweat and exertions of his previous six matches. The mammoth lad didn’t even look the least bit winded, like he could easily take on another 20 opponents, supremely confident in his awesome strength and fighting abilities. 

The devastatingly handsome stud seemed to consider the Supreme Leader’s offer for quite some time, mulling it over in his mind and making the crowd’s cheers grow to even greater, almost deafening levels. No one could say that Zach Sorenson wasn’t a showman as well. The young man then began to nod his handsome head in approval, accepting the challenge with his famously deep and sexy voice. 

he resulting roar from the audience was echoed all across New Angeles as the people cheered. Everyone knew that this would be an event unlike anything they would ever see again, a grudge match to eclipse all others, and tickets for the following week’s event sold out within minutes of the announcement…and were then resold on the various black markets for outrageous sums on money. Anyone who was anyone wanted to be ringside for the upcoming event of the century! 

Dethroning the King - Chapter 6 - Laboratory Testing

Dethroning the King

An original story by Jayse and D.

Chapter 6 - Laboratory Testing

The man in black rode his motorcycle all through the night, the precious towels soaked with Zach Sorenson’s thick and gloopy stud jizz encased in a plastic bag and carried in a dark backpack. It was only about 100 miles to Gustav Billings’ secret laboratory, but the eternal martial law imposed on the populace, dozens of check points, and heavy traffic that had infamously plagued the city for centuries all added greatly to the time it took for the mysterious man to reach the hidden redoubt. 

Dawn was about to break on the unusually chill night when the man finally arrived at the secret biotech installation. A team of taciturn scientists were waiting for the man’s arrival, and quickly chastised him for the length of time it took for him to arrive. When they then discovered that his backpack wasn’t even heated or otherwise insulated, they made their extreme exasperation known, and told the masked rider that he would not be receiving any payment if his payload was delivered cold, dead, and useless. 

The dark rider just shrugged his shoulders at the scientists’ harsh words, saying in a nonchalant and helmet-muffled voice that there was plenty more where this came from, and that he could always obtain more. He then handed over a copy of his video recording. His assignment had not including making a video recording of the break in and of Zach’s marathon masturbation session, but the rider said that he wanted to throw it in for free, knowing that Gustav would get a kick out of it. 

The scientists were deeply offended to hear this lowly lackey speak of the exalted Supreme Leader in such a familiar, intimate way, and they shooed the cyclist away. The dark-clad figure just chuckled, revved his engine, and sped off into the morning. 

The scientists had already forgotten the masked man, however, for their concern was now focused on the precious contents of the backpack, and their worry that the long timeframe and extended exposure to cold temperatures may have killed all of the sperm contained within. Using great haste, the scientists rushed back into the ground-level bunker, then rode the elevator down hundreds of feet into the vast and hidden biotech complex below. 

********

The scientists quickly deposited their invaluable cargo in a warm, sterile, and sealed room, and then began using robotic arms to extract the towels from the plastic bag and harvest as much of the male fluid as they could, praying to find at least a few viable sperm cells still surviving in the cold and wet towels. 

They were unprepared for the sheer volume of fluid contained in that heavy bag. 

The scientists were flabbergasted by the amount of gooey liquid that slowly dripped from the first towel removed from the plastic bag, almost like it was soaked with some sort of white, chunky honey. They were certain at first that the dark motorcycle rider was playing some sort of dangerous prank on them. Had he soaked the towels in the collected sperm of 1,000 men?! There was no conceivable way that one man could have produced this much cum! The lead scientist very nearly gave the order to have the rider captured at the next security checkpoint and summarily executed, but then the initial tests started coming back, confirming that all of the sperm shared the very same genetic signature. 

That was just the beginning of their many surprises that day. 

The scientists used their advanced technology to extract every last drop of fluid from the three towels, and were astounded when they collected more than a full QUART of the thick white paste from those sperm-drenched cotton towels. They had to use several containers to hold all of the liquid that they were able to harvest, and they immediately sent the first samples to the laboratory for testing. 

Their next surprise was that, despite the more than 6 hours that had elapsed between Zach’s last orgasm and the rider’s arrival at the lab, the cold temperatures that the man’s sperm had been subjected to during that entire timeframe, and amount of bleach and detergent that was mixed in with the huge collection of sperm (the dark intruder hadn’t been as quick as he’d thought in removing those towels from the final washing machine), it turned out that a staggering 98.75% of Zach’s swimmers were still alive! By all accounts, 100% of the muscle man’s sperm should have been cold and long dead after being exposed to such conditions, but Zach’s sperm cells were so fantastically strong and hardy that almost all of his collected sperm was still very much alive and viable! 

The following shock was at the sheer number of sperm cells contained in the collection flasks. A normal man ejaculated anywhere between 60 and 70 million sperm per milliliter of fluid, and a man was considered especially virile if his sperm count was around 200 million sperm per milliliter. Zach’s sperm count was literally off the charts, exceeding 1,000 million sperm per milliliter! The lab technicians were speechless as Zach’s semen analysis came back and the results came up on their screens. This extraordinary sperm density helped explain why the young man’s spunk was so unusually thick and chunky, appearing more solid than liquid, as it was the sheer awesome volume of sperm cells in that fluid that gave it its characteristic pudding-like consistency. 

One of the scientists actually fainted when they calculated just how many live sperm cells that they had in their sample. With more than 1 billion sperm in each milliliter, and more than 1,000 milliliters collected in the series of glass flasks, that was more than one TRILLION individual living sperm cells! There was enough of Zach’s sperm in the laboratory to theoretically father nearly 200 children with every single woman on the planet!! The young man’s sexual potency was simply mind-boggling!! 

This shocking finding was further compounded by the fact that Zach’s sperm cells were more than four times the size of a typical human sperm cell. The huge, bloated head of each of Zach’s sperm cells was encased in a thick and protective outer shell — a shell that was clearly tough and durable enough to resist extended exposure to both extreme cold and harsh chemicals. The sperm head also contained a staggering number of mitochondria, each tiny factory pumping out the fuel that propelled each sperm’s unusually long and thick whip-like tail. It was therefore no wonder that Zach’s sperm cells moved at more than twice the speed of a typical sperm cell, despite their greater size and mass. They were just that strong! 

With the fact that Zach’s sperm cells were so huge, and that there were so many of them condensed into each drop of semen, it was therefore no wonder that the man’s splooge had the consistency of an extremely thick paste. In fact, the greater wonder was that the man could ejaculate such a thick fluid at all! A normal man’s ejaculatory muscles simply were not equipped to pump out such an astoundingly thick substance, and such a man would be lucky if he could force such a thick gloop to ooze out of the tip of his cock like toothpaste. But as the scientists were to learn later as they watched the pirated video of Zach’s almighty ball workout, the handsome and unbelievably hunky young lad could blast that thick ball batter out for a dozen yards or more! (When that video was finally viewed later that day by a team of scientists, no less than four of them passed out before the video was finished.) 

An entire laboratory of excited scientists and technicians begin working around the clock to further analyze this astounding and potentially world-altering discovery. Who knew what other revelations would be in store in the days and weeks to come? 

********

Within days of obtaining a sample of Zach’s sperm, the lead scientists decided to green light further genetic testing by impregnating a selection of fertile young women (each snatched from the slums, unlikely to be missed, and of a suitably high genetic caliber themselves). Inseminations were attempted with what was considered the bare minimum of fluid — perhaps 1,000 of Zach’s sperm at a time— and the results closely monitored. 

What the scientists discovered was perhaps even more astounding than any of their previous findings. 

The chemical properties of Zach’s testosterone were slightly different from that of other men, but the scientists didn’t know what difference that slight alteration would make until it came to the insemination experiments. However, they soon discovered that the introduction of Zach’s testosterone-drenched sperm into a fertile female womb caused her to immediately go into ovulation, no matter where she was in her cycle. What’s more, Zach’s astoundingly powerful male hormones caused BOTH of the woman’s ovaries to release an egg at the same time, causing two eggs to make their way down the fallopian tubes. 

Conception took place with record breaking speed, with the longest duration from insemination to fertilization taking just under 2 and a half hours. Zach’s swimmers were mighty fast indeed! Both of the woman’s eggs would be fertilized within this timeframe, resulting in the conception of fraternal twins. This result took place every single time, without fail. Before Zach, a man would be considered exceptionally virile if he could impregnate a woman in 25% of his attempts, and even then only if the woman was actively ovulating. Zach shattered that record with his 100% success rate, regardless of a woman’s ovulation cycle, and further cemented his title as most virile man in history by fathering twins with every single insemination. 

The scientists had clearly found a possible solution to the growing male infertility problem — a one man sperm bank of truly epic proportions! 

A small selection of the fertilized eggs were harvested for closer genetic analysis, and the findings that the scientists made were perhaps the most astounding discoveries of all. The quality of the genetic material contained inside each of those fertilized eggs was utterly incredible. Even with just their most preliminary tests, the scientists quickly concluded that Zach’s sperm had properties they’d never seen before. The genetic material contained inside each of the harvested eggs was unlike anything they’d ever studied, containing hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of beneficial mutations that each increased an individual’s resilience to the harmful environmental effects that were now plaguing mankind. 

The scientists realized that they’d found the holy grail of genetics. Zach’s super human DNA contained the cure for nearly all of humanity’s ills. Any offspring fathered by the young, burly, and achingly handsome UFT champion would likely be immune to all cancers and all other known diseases, extremely resistant to the harmful effects of toxins, pollution, and radiation, and better equipped to endure periods of prolonged starvation or lack of water. 

In a word, Zach represented the next, giant leap forward in human evolution. 

********

The scientists’ detailed preliminary report was submitted to Supreme Leader Gustav Billings within a month, listing all of the extraordinary properties of Zach’s super human sperm, and the results of all of their early studies. 

The scientists’ great excitement was evident in almost every line of the 600-page report, for they saw in Zach humanity’s salvation. Only a select few of the world’s top scientists knew that the male infertility problem was getting exponentially worse with each decade, and predictions were extremely confident that essentially all human males would be sterile within 50 years. These doomsday findings had thus far been kept from the public in order to avoid a worldwide panic and the collapse of the world’s already precarious civilizations. But with the discovery of Zach’s extraordinary DNA, the scientists felt that they’d finally found a way to stem the tide of humanity’s impending extinction. 

Unfortunately, they didn’t believe that there would be any way to use Zach’s sperm or DNA to repair the reproductive systems of already living men, such as Supreme Leader Billings himself. Indeed, the scientists had finally concluded that there could be no cure for the infertility plague, as the existing human genome just wasn’t resilient enough to cope with the ever-increasing poison and pollution that was slowly killing the planet. The only viable solution that the scientists saw for heading off the mass human extinction to come would be to inseminate as many women as possible with Zach’s super potent sperm, creating enough male offspring to mate with the rest of the world’s female population, and spread his spectacular genetic legacy as far and as wide and as quickly as possible. 

The report concluded with the information that 100 women had already been inseminated with the cache of sperm already in the scientists’ possession, with plans for another 200 inseminations in the weeks to come, and a gradually expanding program after that. A vastly larger supply of the young man’s pearlescent crude would be needed to implement the recommended insemination program in the territory of New Angeles alone, and an even more enormous stockpile required if the Supreme Leader intended to help turn the tide at a worldwide level. But it was doable, assured the scientists, stating that Supreme Leader Billings would be heralded as the savior of mankind for initiating such a dramatic proposal. 

Gustav Billings was furious by the time he finished the report. Reading that there was no hope to reverse the sterility of those men already affected by the infertility plague felt like the final nail in the coffin of his own virility. Gustav’s hopes of fathering his own children, of creating a lasting legacy, a dynasty to carry on ruling this mighty nation-state that he’d built, were all shattered. And if HE wasn’t going to have any children, he vowed, then NO ONE was going to have any children. 

Supreme Leader Billings immediately contacted the head scientist at his research lab and ordered the 100 inseminated women immediately sterilized, and all plans for further insemination halted. The shocked scientist stammered at the other end of the phone, begging Gustav to reconsider, but when the Supreme Leader started threatening to have the scientist and his entire team executed, the terrified man quickly acquiesced and set the wheels into motion to carry out the Supreme Leader’s order. 

Gustav was about to order Zach “The King” Sorenson immediately assassinated as well, and his remaining store of collected sperm incinerated, but then he reconsidered. A cruel smile played across the dictator’s features as a new idea came to him. Oh yes, he would indeed find a way to insure a dynasty that would last for centuries. In fact, his newly hatching plan could conceivably give him worldwide power and influence! All that his plan required was the brief and unwilling participation of a certain UFT fighting champion…