Sunday, November 17, 2024

Castration Warehouse -- Original Version

Hello all! 

Yes, I'm still here, even though my postings have become rare. I actually have nearly a dozen stories to post, but I've been distracted with other things. So my apologies for not being more frequent with my posts. 

And before I post a NEW story, I thought it might be fun to post the original version of the "Castration Warehouse" series. As you can see, I expanded the original A LOT. :D

---Jayse


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CASTRATION WAREHOUSE (MMMMM/M)

Posted by RackTheSack on Sun, Dec 13, 2009, 9:58 AM. 

This is one of my darker stories. If you don't like the extreme, move
on. Comments and suggestions are always welcome: rackthesack@comcast.net.

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She was driving in the middle of nowhere. Most of the buildings were
abandoned and dilapidated, but she kept looking for the address
written on a small PostIt note. She eventually came upon the address
she sought. In contrast to its surroundings, this building from the
outside was very well maintained.

She pulled into the empty parking lot. If there was anyone in the
warehouse, their cars were nowhere to be found. She parked the car
and opened the door tossing her keys into her purse at the same time.

There was a windowless door, along side of which was a small speaker
box with a button. She pressed the button, and shortly a manÃs voice
asked, "How may I help you?"

"I have an appointment that I made earlier today," she replied. There
was no response, but after several moments, the door opened. She was
greeted by a very muscular man with a blond crew cut. He had a
handsome face and was well-dressed. His clothes were loose-fitting,
but his bulging muscles could not be hidden. "Mrs. Daniels?"

"Yes, I'm Veronica Daniels. I'm sorry that I am a few minutes early."

"My name is Mitch, Mrs. Daniels, and your early arrival is no problem
at all. If you follow me, I'll take you to Jessica's office." He
held the door open for her, and then led her down a hall. They made a
turn and arrived at an office door. Mitch knocked lightly, and a
woman's voice from inside gave him leave to enter. Mitch gave the
knob a turn, and led Mrs. Daniels into the office. As they entered, a
middle-aged woman behind the desk stood up and began to approach.

"Mrs. Daniels," said the woman, "my name is Jessica - you spoke with
me earlier on the phone." She held out her and hand the two women
shook. "You can drop the Mrs. Daniels and call me Veronica." Jessica
gave a slight nod of acknowledgement.

"Will you ladies require anything else?" Mitch politely inquired.
Jessica replied, "No, Mitch. Please close the door behind you."

"Please sit down, Veronica." Jessica motioned toward one of the
chairs on the opposite side of the desk. She obviously knew why
Veronica was sitting across the desk from her, but nonetheless, she
asked, "So how can I help you, Veronica?"

"I discovered a few weeks ago that my my husband is having another
affair. This has happened many times before, and I am tired of
forgiving him. I mentioned my frustration to a girlfriend of mine,
and she gave me the number of a friend of hers who had the same
trouble a few years back... One of your clients, I believe... I
spoke with her yesterday on the phone. She recommended I contact you,
and after sleeping on it... Well, that's why I am here."

Jessica reclined in her chair just a bit, and sighed, "Well, we offer
a variety of services to assist a woman in your... uh...
circumstances. Of course, there is a cost. Our most basic service
includes one of my men inflicting severe cock and ball torture for
about an hour. This is done here at our facility. The cost is
$5,000, and includes transportation of your husband from your home,
and his return."

Veronica's eyes narrowed and her brows furrowed a bit, "What is your
most expensive package?"

Jessica smirked, "I see... Why don't you follow me..." Jessica stood
and started walking to the door, and Veronica followed.

After a short walk, they came to another door that opened into a very
large room. The ceiling rose up the full two-stories of the building.
The walls were lined with wavy-cut foam to make the room nearly
sound-proof. On the far wall was mounted a peg board about an inch
from the wall. It was at least 10 feel wide and held a wide variety
of sadomasochistic devices, some of which Veronica had never seen before.

From the ceiling were several pulleys, a sling, and scattered about
were several pieces of bondage furniture. This was a very
well-equipped dungeon. While Jessica watched, Veronica slowly walked
around the room. She was amazed. While she was aware of BDSM, she
had no experience with it.

Veronica reached into her purse, and found a pack of cigarettes and a
lighter. "May I?" inquired Veronica.

"Of course... Well, Jessica, this is where your husband's castration
will take place. Since you asked for our complete package, I have to
assume that you want your husband castrated?"

"Yes..." Veronica sneered as she took a drag on her cigarette, "but I
don't want you to just cut off his balls - I want him to have plenty
of time to think about it. I want him to suffer."

Jessica continued, "The complete package includes castration, but
this, happens only after several hours of torture. Most men who are
fated to endure our complete service begin begging to be castrated
after an hour or so, but the session will last at least six. If your
husband passes out, he will be revived, and the session will continue.
I must warn you that it will be quite excruciating. Are you sure you
have thought this through?"

Veronica replied, "Oh, yes. I have had years to think this over, but
I suppose I should ask exactly what you mean by excruciating?"

"We can, of course, accommodate most special requests, but the
Cadillac plan begins with your Husband stretched spread-eagle,
standing in the middle of this room. We use i-hooks bolted into the
floor and ankle restraints to keep the legs spread, and our pulleys
and wrist restraints to spread out the arms." Jessica pointed out the
bolts and pulleys.

"On the night of your choosing... While you are on a girl's night
out, two of my best men will enter your home after your husband falls
asleep. They will inject him with a sedative. The dosage will depend
on how far we need to transport your husband. My men are very good at
this, so you can be assured he will not wake up until we are ready."

As Veronica began to smile and puff on her tobacco, "Before he
revives, my men will strip him and shave his cock and balls, and then
string him up. After he regains consciousness, he will be left alone
for several minutes, so that he can ponder his predicament. Five of
my men will enter. Before the torture begins, it will be made clear
to your husband that his hours of torment will end in his castration,
and that this is payback for his infidelity."

"My men will begin with a long session of electro torture. This
inflicts severe pain, but does not damage the testicles, and is solely
to make your husband suffer. From there, he will endure a variety of
cock and ball abuse - nothing to do permanent damage, yet. He will
also be tortured in a variety of other ways as well, but the focus of
the torment will be on his balls."

Veronica grinned from ear to ear.

"During the session, your husband will be repeatedly raw fucked by my
men simultaneously with the torture - all of my men are very well
hung, so this will not only be humiliating, but also painful. My men
will be prohibited from having an orgasm for one full week before your
husband's session: this ensures that my men can cum multiple times,
that their cocks will be rock hard for their first fuck, and that
their first load is as large as possible."

"The punishment will get progressively more intense, and his balls
will begin suffering damage. To accomplish the nutting, my man,
Mitch, who you met earlier, will use a bullwhip - he is very skilled."

"Your husband will then be drugged, cleaned up, and returned to your
home. He will be placed back in bed as we found him. Since you will
stay over at your girlfriend's home, you will have complete
deniability, and your husband will have no way to know about our
little warehouse."

"The cost of this service is $80,000."

Veronica took the final drag on her cigarette, and put it out in the
ashtray that Jessica offered earlier. "This is more than I could have
hope for - you have a deal." They discussed details and then parted
company.

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Mitch watched on the video monitor as Jack began to regain
consciousness. Jack was a very good looking man. He was tall and
fit. He obviously worked out, but he was not overly muscular. As
things became clearer and clearer, he struggled against the restraints
to no avail. His face showed emotions of shock and disbelief. He
looked around, and began to cry out for help.

The other men were at a table in the same room with Mitch. All were
butch, muscular types. They played cards to pass the time. Mitch
gave them the five minute warning. All five were in jeans and tight
t-shirts.

The door to the dungeon opened, and the five men streamed in. "What
do we have here?" quipped Mitch. Jack thanked God and asked for help
to free him from his bondage. "Jack, my friend, you are right where
we want you." You could see by Jack's expression that he was shocked
to realize this man knew his name, but he did not recognize any of
these men. The fear began to fill his mind.

The five men walked toward him. All had a look of anticipation. Jack
struggled more urgently as they approached. The leather cuffs on his
ankles and wrists were tight and the thick ropes gave no wiggle room.

The men circled Jack, and started fondling him. They squeezed his
ass, played with his nipples, pulled gingerly on his cock, and rolled
his balls in the palm of their hands. There was no excitement on
Jack's part. Despite the gentle treatment, Jack was not aroused - he
was terrified that these five men were going to rape him.

Mitch observed, "Jack, my man, you're not getting hard at all..."
Jack could only think, what the fuck? "You know... some guys that
come through here get off on this kind treatment. Maybe they're
bisexual or closeted faggots. Good looking guys like us... paying
attention to their bodies... But not you. Your little prick shows no
interest at all."

Jack didn't have a little prick. It was larger than average, uncut,
and thanks to the men shaved smooth. Jack also had a nice set of nuts
that dangled free and loose.

All Jack could think of was that these five men apparently did this
sort of thing on a recurring basis. He was terrified.

As the men continued to massage his body, Mitch grabbed a copper dildo
from the peg board. It was only 7 inches long and rather thin.
Jack's eyes grew wide with apprehension as he felt a lubed finger
enter his asshole. Mitch greased Jack up very gently, and then slowly
and carefully inserted the copper dildo. Jack had no idea that this
was a special kind of gel.

Mitch then grabbed an electro ring from the peg board. The others
stopped caressing Jack and stood around intently watching as Mitch
pulled back Jack's foreskin. He put the band around the base of
Jack's cock head after lubing it up with more of the gel that
facilitated the conductivity of electrical stimulation.

Jack's expression was one of mortification. He thought he knew what
was going on, but he wasn't sure. When Mitch attached a tens unit to
the dildo and the band on his cock, there was no doubt.

Mitch turned on the unit, and applied a gentle current. He didn't
want to hurt Jack - not yet. Regardless of Jack having no interest in
these five musclemen, the stimulation to his prostrate and cock had
its intended affect. In a very short time, his dick was hard as a
rock and throbbing in conjunction with each jolt from the tens unit.
Mitch slowly decreased the interval, making the gentle shocks come
more quickly.

Jack was incensed that these guys could make him react this way. How
could this make him hard? He was engorged, so much so you could
hardly tell anymore that he was uncut.

As Jack's cock throbbed and bobbed from the e-stim, he was horrified
to watch as the five men began to strip. Jack was began oozing
precum, which dripped in a stringy stream to the floor.

Since they only wore jeans and a t-shirt, the five men were quickly in
the buff. Jack's mind was reeling. He was being electrically
stimulated, and knew he was about to cum. At the same time, he was
horrified that these five men were now naked while he as hopelessly
restrained and completely naked. Of course, Jack had no idea of what
was really going to happen.

Mitch stood in front of Jack. His crew cut, masculine features, and
built frame made Mitch the kind of man who every woman wanted, and the
kind of man who imitated most other men. He was completely waxed -
not a hair anywhere, and he was very well-hung even flaccid. His
muscles were veiny.

"There we go..." Mitch observed. Jack's body began to twitch as he
shot a huge load. Mitch caught the spooge in the palm of his hand as
one of the others turned off the tens unit. Mitch instructed Jack to
eat his own cum as he held the juice in the palm of his hand directly
in front of Jack's face. When Jack pressed his lips together and
shook his head, Mitch rammed his knee into Jack's crotch. A look of
shock came over Jack's face, and as his mouth opened to gasp in the
wake of the pain radiating from his nuts, Mitch swiped the cum into
his mouth. Mitch grabbed the back of Jack's head with his left hand,
and used his right to pinch off Jack's nose and close his mouth.

Jack gagged and thought he was going to throw up. "Swallow! Or I'll
ram my knee into your balls again." Jack had no idea that his balls
were doomed, but he would begin getting a glimpse of his future very
soon. Regardless, under threat of another ballbust, Jack swallowed
the salty fluid, and Mitch released his grip on Jack's head.

Mitch picked the tens unit up off the floor and turned it back on.
Jack was already soft after his orgasm, but as the stimulation began
again, his prick slowly came back to attention.

As Jack's cock came back to life, "So, Jack, I have it on good
authority that you are cheating on your wife." Jack's eyes were wide
with surprise. How could this guy not only know his name, but also
know that he was stepping out on Veronica? What the fuck? And how is
my cock throbbing up another cumshot from this electrical stimulation?

"Jack... In case you haven't figured it out yet, you are in the
depths of the seventh level of Hell. You're wife is tired of your
dalliances, and she has decided that you don't deserve those pathetic
balls of yours."

Jack's mind was reeling again. His cock was twitching, and this naked
bodybuilder is telling him he was going to be castrated. Why are
these four other naked guys just standing around watching his cock
twitch and throb.

As Jack began to protest, "Jack, my friend, I told you that you were
in Hell because we aren't going to just cut your balls off - we going
to torture them mercilessly for several hours until your balls are mush."

Jack was terrified, but regardless of his fear, the e-stim made him
blow another load. This one was much smaller than the first. One of
others wiped up the load from the floor. Another turned off the tens
box. Another removed the band and dildo. Meanwhile, Mitch returned
with some goodies.

"Now that we have drained your balls, they should be very sensitive."

As Jack struggled against his restraints, Mitch began to tie up Jack's
balls. Jack repeatedly asked what they were going to do to him, as
Mitch wrapped a rope around the upper part of his sack at the base of
his cock. He then wound the rope around each ball to split them and
push each nut into the bottom of his scrotum.

While Mitch prepared Jack's sack, he explained to Jack what was going
to happen: "So, Jack, my friend, as I said we drained your balls so
the agony will be exquisite. I'm trussing up your baby makers, so we
can fry them. How does that sound for starters?" With that, Mitch
began wrapping copper wire around Jack's left nut. After a few times
around, he twisted off the ends, and then did the same to the right
nut. Mitch hooked up each wire to a professional stimulation device
used by physical therapists - it packed a far greater punch than the
tens unit. All the while, Jack protests and begs.

Ignoring Jack, Mitch set the device to 20-percent and the interval to
2-seconds-on, 2-seconds-off. He flipped the switch, and Jack
screamed. Unlike the tens unit, this hurt like hell. His body
strained against his restraints as the current coursed through his
balls. "Jack, stop screaming. It's only at 20-percent - we have
quite a ways to go before we reach the maximum current."

One of the other men grabbed a violet wand from the peg board, walked
around in front of Jack, and plugged the wand into an outlet on the
floor. He turned it on, and approached Jack with a greedy grin. He
dialed it to full power, and began with Jack's nipples. "And see,
Jack, one of my colleagues here has some other fun for you." Mitch's
cock twitched as he watched the sparks arc from the wand to Jack's
tits. "Let's crank up the juice on your balls, Jack. And take a
look, Jack, my other colleagues have some more torment for you."

Mitch cranked the unit up to 30-percent.

Two others now stood on either side of Jack with tazers. Jack looked
on in horror. They randomly used them on Jack's arms, thighs,
asshole, and anything else that suited their fancy. Jack jumped and
jerked as the men laughed and taunted.

Mitch cranked the unit up to 50-percent, "More juice for your balls,
Jack. You're half way there."

Jack was screaming, crying, and begging. He genuinely was in hell,
and thrashed against the restraints. Through the pain, he saw the
last of the five muscular men off to the side with a bottle of lube.
He was rubbing his cock and playing with his balls. Before long, this
man was rock hard, and started walking over to Jack, eventually taking
up position behind him.

Jack could feel the cock rubbing in the crack of his ass. The man
just stood there with his prick pressed firmly between Jack's ass
cheeks, and with each twist and turn of Jack's body responding to the
jolts of electricity, this man's weasel got a nice workout. Jack knew
that it wouldn't stop there - he knew his ass was going to be fucked.

Mitch now set the machine to 70-percent, "70-percent now, Jack. I'm
frying your nuts, man. But we are not done with you: my friend
behind you is going to ram his cock up your ass. You ever been fucked
by a man before, Jack?" Jack screamed.

Now completely engorged, the man behind Jack rammed his cock into his
tight ass. Jack almost didn't care with everything else going on, but
the powerful thrusts just added to the pain, and even more to the
humiliation.

Mitch cranked the unit to full power, "Full power, Jack." Jack was
writhing in pain, and his body was covered with sweat. The agony was
unbearable. The men with the tazors continued their assault as Jack's
balls endured the full current of the machine in front of him. The
man with his cock up Jack's ass just stood still now while Jack did
all the work as we bucked and shook from the pain.

All the men continued their torment. To Jack, it was coming from all
sides, but the pain to his balls was at the forefront. After about
4-minutes of his balls being blasted at full power, Jack passed out.

While Jack was out, the men toweled him off. Mitch released Jack's
balls while one of the others passed out cattle prods to everyone.
Jack came to with some smelling salts. In his daze, he immediately
noticed that all five men surrounding had prods. This wasn't a dream.
Jack renewed his pleas for mercy.

Mitch began working Jack's cock. He applied the prod to his shaft and
also his head. Mitch would dig one of the electrodes into Jack's piss
slit, and the other into the sensitive head. Another began working on
Jack's balls, cupping them in his hand and then digging the electrodes
deep into one of Jack's balls. The others randomly chose parts of
Jack's body and applied the prod. Jack was jumping around again,
screaming bloody murder. This went on for some time, but the men
finally stopped.

Tears streamed down Jack's face, and he was breathing fast and heavy.
He begged the men for mercy, even though he knew that there was more
to come.

Jack saw another of the five lubing up. He knew he was going to get
fucked again. The others watched and sneered as Jack was brutally
fucked. Since the others were not torturing him, all he could focus
on was the humiliation of having another man's cock up his ass while
these others looked on.

Mitch let the fucking continue for several minutes, "I'm sorry, Jack.
No one is paying any attention to your balls. I don't want you to be
disappointed." Mitch stood squarely in front of Jack now. He put
both of his palms on Jack's chest to steady his stance. He slowly
moved his knee up toward Jack's vulnerable balls. "Just taking aim,
Jack. I wouldn't want to miss my target." As Mitch cocked his knee
for the first blow, Jack started screaming, even before the first impact.

As Jack was forced forward slightly by each thrust into his ass, Mitch
drove his knee deep into Jack groin, connecting with Jack's balls each
time. Most of the time, it was Mitch's kneecap that hit his target.
This guy behind Jack knew how to fuck, and continued to pound the shit
out of him. Mitch grabbed Jack's head and forced it down, "Come on,
Jack, watch me ram my knee into your nuts." Eventually, the thrusts
were deeper and slower as Jack's ass was filled with another load of cum.

With his hole now stretched out for the second time and no cock in his
ass to keep it in, the two massive loads started to drip out of his
crack and down his inner thigh. The men let the humiliation sink in,
and Mitch ceased his attack on Jack's balls. They cleaned him up, and
prepared for the next torment.

Jack's arms and legs were now hurting from the prolonged restraint,
but that was of little concern to the musclemen.

Mitch went to the peg board and selected a flogger. He tossed it to
one of the other men. He selected 3 more and tossed them to the
others. He then chose one for himself.

Jack just whimpered and begged for his torment to end. He pleaded
with Mitch to just get it over with. He even brought himself to ask
to have his nuts cut off if that would end his suffering. "Sorry,
Jack. I can't make this easy for you." Mitch examined Jack's ball
sack. "Not any real damage yet, but I bet these little boys are sore,
aren't they. Alright guys, time to scramble some eggs."

Two men took up station on either side of his back. The three others
were positioned in front of him. As Jack continued to beg for mercy,
the flogging began. His ass, back, and chest were the focus of three
of the men. The other two tag teamed his cock and balls alternating
back and forth.

Jack's package just bounced around helplessly as he received each
blow. You could hear the leather slap at Jack's skin, and as Jack
began to sweat profusely, the smack of the floggers took on a more
ominous sound. Jack just watched his body was belted by these naked
men with their cocks flopping about as they delivered his punishment.

After ten minutes, Jack's back, ass, and chest were welted red. Mitch
halted the flogging temporarily to inspect Jack's ball sack. Just the
touch of Mitch's hand was painful. Mitch wanted to gauge the damage
thus far. Jack's balls were beginning to swell and were bright red,
but Mitch was not satisfied, "Alright guys, you three take a break
while we step it up a notch on his cock and balls." They began again
with increased viciousness, putting their whole bodies into each blow.
Jack strained against his restraints. Another of the men who had not
yet violated Jack's ass started to lube up his cock and positioned
himself behind jack to give him another good ass fucking.

As Mitch and his partner took there best shots at Jack's swollen balls
and flaccid cock, the other began pounding Jack's ass. It was the
most ruthless fuck yet - very violent. It wasn't long before Jack's
hole was the recipient of another hot load. Jack could feel the throb
of the orgasm. After he pulled out, the cum started dripping down as
Jack's balls continued to be pummeled.

Once again, Mitch stopped the flogging to inspect the damage. As Jack
whimpered, Mitch examined the balls rolling them around in his hand.
"How are you doing, Jack? Guys, we have more work to do before the
nutting." Jack let out a very loud scream and began to bawl like a child.

"Alright, guys, let's begin the canning." This met with another loud
cry from Jack. One man gathered the floggers and returned them to the
peg board. Another moved a tall cylindrical canister close to Jack.
The canes were inside, soaking in alcohol.

"Alright, Jack, I'm going to noose these up so I have a good target."
Mitch took a short length of rope which he used to noose up Jack's
balls. He wound it several times around the sack forcing his balls
together and at the bottom of his sack, and tied it off. Mitch then
took four more longer lengths of rope, and threaded them each through
the noose. He then secured two of the ropes to two bolts in the
floor. Pulleys were used with the other two. When complete, Jacks
balls were pulled four ways, forward away from his body. His limp,
lifeless cock sagged off to the left side.

Each man went to the cylinder and selected a cane, and then took up
the stations they had before. One would cane Jack's ass, one his
back, one his chest, and Mitch and his the final man would focus their
attention on Jack's stretched out balls.

"Let's do some damage," and the caning began. You could hear the
canes move through the air and then the thwack when it connected with
Jack's skin. Jack began to scream again, but his voice was growing
horse as his ordeal continued. Tears flowed freely as Jack's head
slumped to the side almost resigned to his fate.

Soon, Jacks red welted skin turned black and blue. Not long after,
blood began to bead. The men paused briefly to get freshly soaked
canes, and then the caning resumed. The alcohol added to the pain now
that the skin was breached.

After several more minutes of caning, Mitch paused the punishment to
inspect Jack's balls. Jack sobbed. Mitch examined the sack and
applied pressure to each ball with his thumb and forefinger which
brought forth deep groans from Jack. "We are making good progress
here, Jack, but we have to dish out some more." Jack wailed and
pleaded, but Mitch had a job to do. Ignoring Jack, "Your balls are
nicely swollen, but not enough. Your sack is black and blue, but not
completely."

Jack continued to cry and plead. "You guys can take a rest," and then
to one of the men specifically, "and you haven't fucked him yet, so
lube up while we soften up his balls some more." Mitch and the other
got fresh canes while the other lubed up his cock. After this fuck,
only Mitch was left to plough Jack's hole.

The caning resumed as Jack moaned. He wasn't even crying any more -
there just weren't any tears left. As Mitch and his partner
mercilessly caned Jack's balls even more, his ass was being reamed.
Jack's ass was sloppy wet. Shortly after the man climaxed, Mitch
again examined Jack's balls.

They were now completely black and blue, and there were a few spots
were blood was beading through the skin. His sack was swollen to
nearly double its size - it looked like Jack had a saline injection.
Mitch was pleased, and the men put away their canes.

The men now formed a line behind and to the left of Jack. The first
man to fuck Jack was first in line for seconds, and Mitch was at the
end. "Jack, we're gonna load you worthless ass up with more juice -
give your balls a rest before I destroy them." As the first man
forced his cock into his sloppy hole, Jack turned to look at the line.
The four other men were intently watching his hole being used.

As soon as one man finished, the next man plunged in. The cum now
served as an excellent lubricant. As each one finished, they took a
folding chair from the wall beside the peg board, and planted
themselves in front of Jack getting ready for the finale.

Jack was at least fortunate that it was the second time for the first
four. They weren't quite as hard or aggressive the second time
around. The downside, however, was that it took them much longer to
cum. Now it was Mitch's turn.

Mitch pounded Jack's ass. Jack just moaned as Mitch took his sweet
time. Mitch had great control, and held back as long as he could
before blowing another wad of cum in Jack's ass. Mitch wasn't gay: he
got off on the fact that this straight man was being repeatedly
violated. Jack's sobbing was music. Mitch growled as he shot his
load. As soon as Mitch pulled out, the multiple loads of seamen ran
out of Jack's sore ass. This time, mixed with blood - they tore his
hole apart.

The other four were all seated now playing with themselves in
anticipation of what was to come. Mitch took his bullwhip off the peg
board and now stood in front of Jack. He cracked the whip a few times
as Jack sobbed. "It's almost over, Jack."

The unique sound of the whip flying through the air was scintillating
for the seated men. They continued rubbing their cocks and passing
the lube around. Mitch was like a machine. Every five seconds the
tip of the bullwhip connected with its target. Jessica was right:
Mitch had perfect aim, and every shot tore at Jack's aching ball sack.

The four guys were in ecstasy. They loved their work especially when
they could go all the way and destroy their victim's balls. It was a
power rush.

After forty or so slashed with the whip, blood started to flow freely.
Mitch just kept on going. There was no stopping: every five seconds,
Mitch hit his target.

Blood was dripping everywhere now. Three of the four shot their third
load of the day. When Mitch delivered the next blow, there was a
gruesome sound. Jack's ball sack was finally shredded, and his
testicles fell out. As they did, the fourth man came.

Mitch paused briefly. Even though he wasn't playing with his cock, he
was rock hard. Delivering this kind of punishment was a complete
sadistic turn on. He now targeted the right testicle as it dangled
grotesquely from Jack's bloody scrotum. With the tenth lash of the
whip, the cord snapped, and Jack's nut slid across the room.

Now, Mitch started on the left one. Fortunately for Jack, it took
only four lashes finish off that one off. As the ball fell free,
Mitch trembled in pleasure as he shot a hands-free load.

None of the men were sure when Jack passed out. He was not conscious
for the final slash of the bullwhip, but he screamed bloody murder
when he lost his right nut. The men injected him with another dose of
sedative to make sure he remained unconscious, and released him from
his bonds.

They cleaned up his broken body, and one of the men stitched up Jacks
sack as best he could. It was badly damaged - all he really wanted to
do was stop the bleeding. It didn't have to be neat.

The men cleaned up and got dressed as Jack lay unconscious on the
floor. The door opened. Jessica had watched the entire ordeal on
closed camera TV. She was pleased with the men's work.

She gave each man an envelope inside of which was $10,000 in cash.
Good pay for a day's work, and work they all enjoyed.

Jessica selected two of the men to return Jack's body to his home.

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A week later, Jessica's phone rang. She sat up straight at her desk,
and allowed the phone to ring three times before picking it up.
"Hello, how may I help you?"

"I would like to speak with Jessica, please."

"This is Jessica."

"I'm an acquaintance of Veronica Daniels. She was very pleased with
some work you did for her, and she suggested I work with you on a
problem I'm having with my husband. Could you meet with me today?"

"Of course. Would 2pm work for you?"

"That would work perfectly, Jessica."

Saturday, July 13, 2024

Castration Warehouse - Part 12 - Finale

Happy Saturday to you all! 

Here is the final installment in the "Castration Warehouse" series. I hope that you all enjoyed the ride! I don't currently have any plans to continue this series with additional "guest stars" (aka. victims), but the possibility is always there. And who knows -- perhaps Jack Samson has some equally gifted brothers or cousins who might somehow find their way into Mitch's ungentle clutches...  ;) 


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Castration Warehouse - Part Twelve

Based on an original story by RackTheSack 


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PART TWELVE — whipping

Jack half feared and half hoped that the five cruel and brutal men were going to castrate him then and there, but he was wrong. In fact, the men spent the next hour or so lounging around, talking and laughing and eating a hardy breakfast that one of the men brought in from outside the enormous room. The young football star was left to hang from his restraints in continuing agony, exhausted and utterly hopeless, as the other naked men paraded around him and largely ignored him. 

Perversely, Jack’s colossal cock remained steel hard and ramrod straight, bloated to dimensions even Jack had never seen before, looking for all the world like it was ready to fuck. Jack had never before felt as ashamed and defeated as he did in that moment, and he silently cursed his humongous cock for betraying him so many times throughout the night and morning. 

Jack’s pulsing bull cock finally caught the attention of one of the men. The curious man retrieved the sperm-drenched measuring tape that had been discarded hours ago in one of the many huge puddles of the young man’s slowly cooling splooge, and then advanced on the bound college jock. While the other men smiled and watched, the goon unfurled the damp fabric down the length of Jack’s titanically tumescent dick. The man’s arrogant smirk turned to a look of stunned surprise as he read aloud the length of Jack’s hyper bloated cock — 16.5 inches! The lad’s monstrous dick had been so terminally aroused by the night’s proceedings that it had gained a full TWO INCHES in length!! 

With slightly trembling hands, the big man started taking other dimension of the young man’s herculean cock, reading the numbers aloud to an appreciative and impressed audience. The purple-hued bulb of the lad’s enormous cock head alone was 3.5 inches long and damn near 10 inches around! The thickest part of the towering shaft, just a couple of inches behind the head, was a monstrous 4 inches wide and 12.5 inches around! Talk about a hole buster!! At this size, there was no orifice in the human body that the kid could possibly fuck! The thug let out a low whistle as he discovered something else — tiny, almost invisible stretch marks were now running up and down the entire length of the stud’s cock! That almost certainly meant that the added length and girth to Jack’s already-gigantic erection was permanent!! Even if the five big men untied the handsome college jock now and let him go — something that, of course, would never happen — the hyper endowed kid would never be able to fuck again!! The cruel men laughed and guffawed and high-fived one another, congratulating themselves on having already wrecked the ridiculously beautiful stud’s love life forever, before they even got around to nutting the big lug. 

Eager hands then started measuring the equally stratospheric dimensions of the lad’s newly-bloated bollocks. The impossibly huge sex organs hung extremely heavy in their abused and abraded sac, their natural and already impressive 3-inch dangle having now doubled to a truly extraordinary 6 inches. That mind-boggling scrotal stretch looked to possibly be permanent as well… not that it would matter soon. The neck of his stretched-out scrotum looked very narrow compared to the swollen immensity of the two titanic testicles below, but was actually quite large itself, measuring 5.5 inches around and nearly 2 inches in diameter. That incredibly long scrotal neck contained the all-important cords, cables, tendons, and blood vessels that kept those massive nuts attached to his body, as well as the unusually thick cum tubes that helped drain the sperm from those almighty spunk bunkers whenever he ejaculated. 

Before moving on to the dimensions of the balls themselves, the big thug — a born showman — first took very thorough measurements of the rest of the young man’s spectacularly muscular body, from his almost comically thick bison neck (23.5 inches around) to his feet (size 14 hooves that were just as insanely muscular and veiny as the rest of his magnificent body), and everything  in between. As awesome and awe inspiring as all of those numbers were, the other four men grew more and more impatient, until the thug with the measuring tape finally knelt down and turned his attention to the lad’s monstrous bollocks. 

The beautiful grapefruit-sized orbs from earlier in the evening had been replaced by a pair of hideously bloated monstrosities, the delicate and tender testicles having swollen until they’d more than doubled in mass and were now even larger than the largest of ostrich eggs. The big thug first measured the vertical length of each identical orb, which had originally been 5 inches, letting out a low whistle when he read the new result of 7.5 inches! Their width was nearly as impressive, increasing from an already massive 4.5 inches to a full 6 inches! The circumference around the body of each puffy and distended orb was even more eye popping, swelling from an already obese 14 inches to a truly mind boggling 19 inches, bigger around than most men’s upper arms!! And combined, that double-barreled mass of brutally battered male flesh stretched the measuring tape to a staggering 30 full inches!! That was nearly as big around as Jack’s own tight, muscular, and exquisitely chiseled waist!! 

Another thug retrieved a scale on a wheeled table against the far wall, the kind used in grocery stores to weigh meat in the butcher department, and placed the table in front of the immobile and softly whimpering football jock. He then gently, almost reverently, lifted up both of Jack’s whopping huge bollocks and placed them on the scale, eagerly watching the digital readout. Quiet gasps could be heard coming from all five men when they read the combined weight of the young man’s monumentally swollen balls, which was an astonishing 19.2 pounds! That was just over 8.5 pounds per nut!! The density of ball meat within each orb must have been almost super human, for the lad’s behemoth bollocks weighed even more than they appeared, if that was even possible! 

After hearing those final dimensions read, all five men stepped forward and began fondling every inch of Jack’s magnificent bound form, reveling in the almost impossible size and beauty of the college jock’s incredible body, still utterly magnificent even in its current severely bruised and battered state. They all knew that they would never see a stud of Jack’s unbelievably lofty caliber ever again — not unless Jack had any equally gifted brothers, or if they perhaps sought out the young man’s studly sire — so they took their time in engraining every last delicious detail of this paragon of masculine perfection into their memories before moving on to his ultimate unmanning. 

Two of the men began operating a winch, and a weary and quietly sobbing Jack suddenly found himself rising higher in the air. He had been just below eye level with his unusually tall and ridiculously muscular assailants, but now he was hoisted upward until his deep and sexy navel was at about even with the men’s faces. The two men backed away to join their fellows while Mitch stepped forward, brandishing a long bullwhip made of supple black leather. The big blond man uncoiled the whip and cracked it a few times in the air as if to test it out, making Jack flinch each time. And then the cruelly smirking man turned to the bound football stud and said, “It’s almost over now, Jack.” 

The big man then began to expertly slash and swish the long leather whip through the air, drawing out Jack’s terror like a fine wine. He was toying with the lad, while simultaneously reveling in the handsome young jock’s last minutes as an intact male. The other four men took up positions with the best view of the events to come, sitting in their folding chairs and playing with themselves, tremendously aroused as they prepared to watch a master artisan at work. They all loved their work, especially when they were allowed to go all the way and destroy a man’s balls, and surely no man on earth had a set of testicles that could even remotely rival the colossal set hanging from their achingly handsome young captive. 

Without warning, the bullwhip suddenly lashed out and struck the side of Jack’s goliath left nut, creating a gash several inches long in the young man’s bruised and abraded ball sac. Jack cried out in equal parts pain and horror as he felt the sharp and stinging bite of the whip, but could only watch helplessly as the grinning muscle titan began swinging the whip once more, looking for his next target. Mitch circled his prey for a bit before lashing out again, this time striking the right side of the heavy and overloaded sac and opening up a second long gash. 

So it began. Mitch continued attacking Jack’s scrotum from various and unexpected directions, opening up a new gash in the enormous sac every 15 to 20 seconds, flaying open the nutbag more and more with each strike. Blood was soon dripping freely into the lake of milky white sperm below as the big man steadily slashed the huge sac apart, opening up more and more holes in the soft, thin, tender skin. The glistening orbs underneath were wholly untouched, however, for Mitch was an unparalleled maestro with the whip, wielding it with the exquisite precision of a surgeon. 

After about 20 minutes, Mitch had opened up a good 50 or 60 gashes in Jack’s bleeding nutsac, reducing the enormous pouch to a lattice of skin strips barely containing the colossal testicles within. The shiny walls of the great balls themselves were now showing through dozens of large holes, a mottled reddish-purple hue showing through the shiny whiteness of the thick outer walls, visible evidence of the heavy bruising that had been inflicted right down to the very heart of each titanic orb. 

Sweat glistened on Mitch’s heroically muscular form as he gazed on his handiwork with arousal and pride. The big man knew that if he stopped now — as in right the fuck now — the ridiculously handsome muscle jock’s shredded scrotum could still be stitched back together. It wouldn’t be pretty, as it would be a patchwork of lacerated skin that would forever bear the ugly scars of his epic whipping. But even at this late stage, the gorgeous lad could still leave the vast room as in intact male, surviving to live and rut and cum another day. Mitch’s cruel grin grew even wider as he quashed any hope of a reprieve, and he began to slash the deadly bullwhip through the air once more. 

The subsequent whip strikes began to tear away entire strips of shredded scrotal skin, excising the nutsac bit by bit and gradually exposing more and more of the naked testicles beneath. As the structural integrity of the massive nut pouch began to falter and fail, Jack’s huge and heavy balls began to sag even lower still, their ballsac no longer able to support and contain the vast oval orbs of the young man’s gargantuan manhood. Torn strips of scrotal flesh hit the sperm-drenched floor with wet, gruesome sounds. After about 30 more strikes, Jack’s goliath right nut tumbled out of his shredded sac, the whitish orb glistening wetly as it drooped down yet another inch or two on the ends of its cords, exposed to the open air for the first time in its existence. It took another 20 or 30 whip strikes before that nut’s twin also spilled forth to the end of its cords, and then another 20 or 30 more blows before all that remained of the young man’s once-gorgeous pouch was a few tattered shreds dangling from the base of his crotch. 

Mitch paused at that point, temporarily laying down his whip so that he could examine the young man’s wet and naked nuts. The testicles themselves looked even more monstrous and obscene than ever with their protective scrotum removed, looking simultaneously hideous and deeply erotic as they dangled from their separate bundles of cords. The big blond drank in the sight as he came closer and stood before the softly panting young man, his handsome head hanging down in bone-deep exhaustion and extreme burning agony. 

Mitch had seen literally hundreds of sets of naked testicles in his life, but he’d never seen a set as beautiful and magnificent as these. The gigantic bulky orbs themselves weren’t smooth like other men’s nuts, but were instead covered in a complex tracery of thick, tortured blood vessels, their bluish-purple color adding to the rosy hue of bruising shining through the thick white walls of the balls themselves. The raised tubules of dozens and dozens of veins on each behemoth ball gave the otherwise smooth and gently curved surface of each nut a complex webwork of ridges, turning each ball into an epic relief map of extreme maleness. The tops and backs of each nut were covered by an unusually large and dense epididymus, the complex network of tissues that collected the sperm cells manufactured within the testicles themselves and prepared them for transport up the vas deferens. 

Unable to resist, Mitch reached forward and cupped one gigantic testis in each of this huge hands, the shiny orbs feeling slick and incredibly heavy. Jack winced and grunted as the big blond’s hands came into contact with his naked nuts, deeply disturbed by the sensation of direct contact with his excised bull balls. Mitch ran his thumbs over the wet, vein-ridged surface of each orb, marveling once more at their spectacular size, and awed by the raw power and virility he could feel surging through each rotund nut even now. His fingers then began to probe and explore the squishy epididymus tissues along the back of each orb, the painful sensation causing the young lad to groan in protest once more. The big man fondled those two oversized ostrich eggs for many long minutes, overwhelmed with lust as he groped and caressed the largest set of nuts in human history. 

Mitch finally released the massive orbs and instead began to explore the complex bundle of tendons, cables, cords, and blood vessels that extended from the tops of the two huge testicles to their anchor points beneath Jack’s towering pillar of a cock. He was fascinated by the dense bundles, and was astounded by the unusual thickness of the tendons and other connective tissues, as well as the massive size of the two vas deferens. The gently pinched these bundles between his big thumb and forefinger, becoming extremely intimate with the inner workings of the lad’s sexual plumbing. 

By the time Mitch was finished fondling and exploring Jack’s exposed and naked manhood, it was late morning. It had been two hours since he’d planted his third load up the hunky stud’s exquisitely chiseled ass, and extraordinarily more than 16 hours since Jack’s tortures had begun. The young man had lasted more than three times longer than any previous man, and endured abuses and torments MANY orders of magnitude greater than the most brutal tortures the five men had ever meted out before. The breathtakingly handsome muscle hunk had taken nearly a score of bull loads up his battered chute, and had himself reached orgasm twice as many times, evincing a level of virility and staying power unequalled among men. He had been the most magnificent subject of torture and abuse that the five big men had ever seen, but now it was time to bring his legendary manhood to a brutal end. 

The big blond giant once again retrieved his bullwhip, and began circling the young muscle stud once more. Jack was quietly whimpering and mewling, far beyond pleas for mercy at this point, and could only watch with terror-stricken eyes as Mitch prepared to unman him. 

Mitch took his time, and selected his targets with the utmost care. His detailed exploration of Jack’s nuts hadn’t been for nothing, as the big man wanted to target only the tendons and cables and other connective tissues attaching the young man’s bollocks to his body, but leaving the blood vessels, nerve fibers, and vas deferens intact. With uncanny precision, Mitch began to strike these cords and cables, slashing at them over and over again. Jack’s tendons proved to be unusually tough, however, and put up a surprising amount of resistance. But it wasn’t long before the tough tendons began to snap one by one, gradually untethering Jack’s mammoth nuts from his body, and allowing them to drop lower and lower on their remaining cables. 

The four seated men were furiously fisting their rock hard cocks as they watched their big blond leader ever so slowly emasculate the handsome and hunky captive. They were all rapidly approaching orgasm, eager and hungry to see Mitch bring a painful and violent end to the young lad’s ridiculously oversized manhood. 

Cables and tendons snapped one after the other, forcing the far more elastic blood vessels and vas deferens to take up the slack, straining to carry a weight far in excess of what they were designed for. Jack’s nuts were now hanging well over a full FOOT from his crotch, and drooping even lower with each passing whip strike. It was the most intensely erotic sight the men had ever seen. 

Suddenly and without warning, Jack hit an unexpected and brutally violent orgasm, his 40th of the night. Perhaps his testicles sensed that their untimely end was imminent, and were desperate for one last chance to impregnate something, anything, before they were destroyed. Regardless of the reason, this final ejaculation was Jack’s most powerful and intense of the entire night, and his entire magnificently muscular form bucked and quaked with the unearthly force of his orgasm. 

And perhaps even more amazingly, the young man’s mighty sperm factories had taken the past two hours to recharge faster than they ever had before, and were now throwing everything they had into the single greatest and most voluminous ejaculation of the young man’s life! 

The first almighty rope of the young man’s spunk shot out with such force that it nearly reached halfway to the ceiling high overhead, launching out in a wide, graceful arc to strike the gray cement floor a good 50 or 60 feet away! That first gigantic slug of creamy white splooge was so dense with sperm that it had a consistency thicker than yogurt, and was so voluminous that it easily eclipsed anything else that they sexy football stud had shot that entire night! A second, equally massive blast of cum shot forth, followed by another, and another, and another and another, in a seemingly endless barrage of hyper virile magnificence, a testicular purging of near mythic proportions. 

The four seated men instantly began to groan and shudder in their own violent orgasms, sent hurtling over the edge by the sight of the handsome football star’s final and utterly epic release. Mitch held on to his own load by the barest of fractions, however, and continued slashing away at Jack’s balls, rapidly eliminating the final cords and tendons supporting the enormous, heavy, sagging orbs, even as they throbbed and convulsed and tried to pump out every last sperm within their vast interiors. 

Finally, the only tissues supporting Jack’s beyond bovine balls were the blood vessels, nerve fibers, and thick tube of vas deferens that Mitch had carefully avoided whipping. The young man’s bollocks were bouncing and jiggling on the ends of these slender and stretched out tethers even as they continued their astounding purge of sperm from their meaty interiors, and were now hanging impossibly low, five or perhaps even six times lower than their original 3-inch dangle. But incredibly, despite all of the horrific abuse they had suffered over the previous 17 hours, they were very much still alive! Perhaps they could still have been salvaged as well, though who could say if a man’s testicles could survive long outside the protective embrace of their scrotum and without all of the cords and cables that usually anchored them in place. 

Mitch lashed out with the bullwhip, striking one, two, three, four more times, and Jack’s bloated and swollen right testicle was severed forever from its owner, dropping very heavily to the cum-flooded floor with a loud and meaty splat. Jack cried out with a truly thunderous bellow of epic agony and loss as he felt half of his mighty manhood ripped from his body. Yet his monumental orgasm continued, though instantly reduced notably in size and volume, as his final nut tried to desperately blow it’s thick and chunky ballast. 

Jack was bucking and thrashing so hard against his restraints that it looked like he might tear himself apart. But Mitch paused only briefly before turning his attention to the young man’s last dangling nut. Unfortunately for Jack, it took another ten lashes to finish off his left nut, dropping his final bowling ball of a gonad into the veritable ocean of procreative fluids covering a vast swath of the concrete floor. As the gigantic bollock fell free, Mitch trembled in pleasure as he shot his own massive hands-free load, signaling his victory over the fallen football hero. 

None of the men were sure when Jack passed out. The sudden and violent loss of his manhood was more than even his mighty body could take, and the handsome young muscle stud had finally, mercifully fallen unconscious. He remained unconscious as four of the men lowered Jack down and cleaned up his battered and broken body, with one of the men trimming away the dangling cords and shreds of scrotal skin — the last remnants of his obliterated manhood — and roughly stitched the raw wound at his crotch closed. Mitch meanwhile picked up the young former stud’s two severed testicles off the floor, amazed that they seemed to weigh even more now that they had been separated from the handsome lad’s spectacular body. He had an enormous glass cylinder filled with preservative fluids waiting in the next room, and he intended to place the glistening white testicles within as a trophy and keepsake, so that he could forever remember and relish this moment. Once the other men had patched Jack up as well as they could, they then pumped him full of antibiotics and additional sedatives, wanting to ensure that he remained unconscious. Finally, they released him from his bonds, placing him on a large wheeled gurney and preparing to secret him back to his college apartment. 

Meanwhile, Jessica Akers smiled contentedly as she watched the proceedings on closed circuit TV from her office. More than a dozen hidden cameras had been trained on young Jack Samson throughout his torment, torture, and unmanning, with each camera recording more than 18 hours of absolutely incredible footage. Jessica herself was still reeling in amazement, and would not have believed the amazing events of the night and morning if she had not seen it herself. The recordings would be added to her vast personal video library — which she used for her own amusement, as well as insurance against any of her clients if they should try to cross her in the future — but she already knew that she would be accessing these recordings again and again and again. She also decided that she would be giving each of her men a $10,000 bonus on top of their usual fee, twice that for Mitch, in recognition of the absolutely stellar work they had accomplished that night. 

As she watched her men wheel Jack’s beautiful but inert form out of the warehouse, she picked up the burner phone on the side of her desk, and dialed a phone number. The cultured voice of a young woman answered on the other end, the sounds of a busy restaurant audible in the background. 

“It is done,” Jessica said before hanging up the phone, and then removing and destroying the phone’s SIM card. She then leaned back in her expensive leather chair and contemplated the ways she could spend the small fortune of money she had just earned… 


Epilogue

Ten years later…


Veronica sat in the shade of an umbrella, gazing across the lush grounds of the estate to watch her eldest children play tennis with Richard. Her husband was more handsome than ever, his masculine beauty having deepened over the years, and her heart swelled with love for him. But she felt that her chest might burst for the love she felt for her children as she watched them laugh and play with their beloved father. They were all spectacularly beautiful and gifted children, ranging in age from infant to age 9, and they all looked like a perfect blend of her and her husband. 

The gorgeous young woman felt a slight pang in her side, and her soft blue eyes gazed down lovingly at her swollen belly, where the next in her large brood of children were steadily maturing. She and Richard had caused quite a stir among the rich and elite when they had decided to have a large family, something very uncommon in today’s world, particularly among the upper crust. The beautiful couple claimed that they simply wanted to avoid having their family lines end, as had almost happened to the two of them, but the reality was that Veronica and Richard both loved being parents, and her husband supported her in having as many children as she wanted. And in the end, though many of the elite quietly gossiped behind their backs, almost everyone was jealous of the wealthy couple, not only for the obvious loving closeness of their relationship, but also for the staggering beauty of their many children. 

Veronica’s first pregnancy had resulted in the birth of fraternal twins, both boys, and she had instantly fallen in love with them both. So much so, in fact, that a few months after their birth, she had decided to become pregnant once more, accessing her hidden canister of frozen sperm to inseminate herself again. And again, and again, and again each subsequent year thereafter. She and Richard now had 12 children — 7 boys and 5 girls — with another two on the way. She had given birth to three sets of fraternal twins already, so her current pregnancy would be the fourth. There was no history of twins in either her or Richard’s family, so she suspected that there must be a genetic predisposition for twins in the canister of frozen sperm that she had kept secret and hidden all these years. 

The beautiful blond woman was still quite young, only in her early 30s, so she knew that she had a decade or more of potential childbearing years ahead of her. And considering the enormous volume of sperm she had harvested on that fateful night with the handsome and charming and impossibly virile Jack Samson, she had MORE than enough of his seminal fluids to sire another dozen children, if she wished! 

Speaking of that remarkable young man, Veronica tried not to think of Jack, but every know and again, her mind would wander back to that epic night of lovemaking. She felt a great deal of gratitude to the young man for having blessed her with so many beautiful children, and so she had secretly followed his life since their brief encounter. 

After Jack Samson had been discovered in his apartment, severely beaten and missing his huge testicles, the media storm that followed had been intense. But the authorities were never able to find any clues as to the identity of Jack’s attackers, let alone anything that would have tied his abduction and castration to her, and so over the months that followed, the media finally moved on. Jack himself had immediately quit football, of course, and also dropped out of college and went into hiding, trying to hide away from the press and the public, and trying to put some semblance of a life back together. 

Veronica had quietly tracked him down, however, and learned that he’d moved to a small rural town in Washington State, where he lived like a hermit. He had continued to take hormone replacement therapy to make up for his lost testicles, so he was just as fantastically handsome — and nearly as muscular — as the night the two had met. But he had never dated anyone else or ever had a romantic relationship again, instead becoming very quiet and introspective, and living on his own. 

Jack had become a very talented carpenter and wood worker, however, and crafted exquisitely beautiful furniture. Perhaps merely out of a desire to secretly have something of their real father in their lives, or perhaps out of a lingering and deeply suppressed sense of guilt, Veronica had amassed quite a collection of Jack Samson’s creations. At least one piece of furniture in each of the children’s bedrooms had been crafted by Jack’s own big, strong, powerful, and talented hands. She always purchased them through a series of intermediaries, was careful that nothing could ever be traced back to her, and always paid well over and above the asking price for each piece. And she was privately very pleased to maintain this secret connection with the fantastically handsome young man, and sometimes found herself absentmindedly stroking the grain of a particularly exquisite piece of furniture, knowing that her delicate hand was gliding over the wood that he had so lovingly and expertly carved. 

Speaking of furniture, with two little ones on the way, it was once again time to select some pieces for the nursery. She had her eye on a magnificently carved four-poster bed for one room, and an elegant low dresser for the other… 




Saturday, July 6, 2024

Castration Warehouse - Part 11

Castration Warehouse - Part Eleven

Based on an original story by RackTheSack 


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“Boys, line up!” Mitch exclaimed with lusty heartiness. “Let’s give our young stud here a final send off, and load his big muscle ass up with our juice.” As the other four men formed a line off to one side, the big blond turned to Jack, winked, and said, “We’re gonna give your balls a little rest… before I destroy them.” 

The first eager man moved around behind the bound stud, grabbed his muscular hips, and forced his cock into Jack’s still tight but sloppy hole. The cum of the previous loads served as an excellent lubricant, and the powerful man was able to quickly force his way past the young man’s muscular defenses and bury himself to the hilt. The grinding and grunting man then began to plow Jack’s well used ass, pumping himself in and out in slow strokes, really savoring the moment. His big hands played over Jack’s magnificently muscular body, gripping great handfuls of bruised and beefy flesh and tweaking the lad’s tortured nipples as he plundered the depths of the young man’s gorgeous muscle butt. 

It was perhaps fortunate for Jack that the four men had each already raped him at least once or twice before, for they weren’t quite as hard or aggressive the second or third time around. The downside, however, was that it took them much longer to cum. 

As each man fucked Jack, the relentless pounding of his battered and overactive prostate had the desired effect, sending the hyper virile stud over the edge into orgasm again and again and again. With each rape of his magnificent ass, the helpless young man moaned and grunted and shot out spectacularly huge ribbons of fresh stud cum to join the enormous lake of baby batter that had already formed on the floor. His colossal gonads had had time to recharge during the several hours of brutal punching he’d endured, and they were once again pumping out the stud’s supremely potent spunk in staggering displays of prime jock virility. 

But once all four men had had their turn, they began to line up again, and Jack knew even greater despair as they began fucking his ass all over again. Great rivers of cum were flowing down the insides of Jack’s enormously muscular legs as the men’s huge cocks forced the excess slurry of jizz to leak out of his used and abused ass. Jack himself kept right on cumming, too, even though each orgasm was tremendously painful. His brutalized sex organs were so deeply injured and bruised that just the act of swinging lazily between his massively muscular legs was painful enough, and when they would flex and convulse with each new ejaculation, squeezing down on their own traumatized tissues, the resulting agony was knee buckling, and kept increasing with every orgasm. And as the pain in his swollen orbs increased, the volume of his loads began to taper rather quickly after the first half dozen or so. After all, his behemoth bull balls had already been emptied completely dry twice that night, and had only had a couple of hours to recharge since their last extreme draining. Still, those mighty stud nuts produced an utterly astounding amount of prime jock jizz before the size of the cum loads began to drop off. By the end of the marathon fucking session, though, when all four men had cumulatively plowed Jack’s magnificent ass four times each, the young man’s now somewhat watery loads were paltry affairs compared to his earlier geyser-like ejaculations. Still extremely impressive compared to the cum loads of an average man, but much diminished from the staggering size of their earlier brothers. 

Jack was barely even moving in his bindings by the time each man had raped him a fourth time. He had long since lost the energy to struggle, and even his tears seemed to have all been expended. His entire body ached with a deep soreness unlike anything he had ever felt before, and the ring of his swollen and blistered asshole felt like it was on fire. His gigantic mule cock was a rock solid column of fiery pain, the much-abused organ having remained in its bloated and distended state for many hours straight by this point, and absolutely covered in shallow lacerations and welts. But nothing compared to the constant, throbbing agony that was his hideously bruised and bloated testicles, which each pulsed with the blazing heat of a thousand suns. His monumentally swollen bollocks hung extremely low, the dark purple, lacerated ballbag straining heroically to contain the goliath gonads within, both testicles having inflated to their absolutely maximum possible size from all of the abuse and trauma they had already endured, exceeding the epic size of the nuts on a bull elephant. 

The young man knew each thug was finished when he would remove a folding chair from the peg wall and plant himself in front of Jack, hungrily watching the other men have their way with the impossibly handsome hunk. In time, all four men were seated in front of Jack, eagerly awaiting the finale. 

Now it was finally Mitch’s turn. 

The enormous blond muscle giant hadn’t cum yet this entire night, though his monstrous cock had been leaking milky precum for hours. As he came to stand in front of the bound jock, Jack began to tremble in new fear, for other than the lad’s own gargantuan horse penis, none of the other men could hold a candle to the mighty 13-inch mega schlong that protruded so hard and proud from the blond man’s crotch. The majestic phallus was dripping long strands of ropey precum, for Mitch was powerfully turned on and eager to claim the young man’s hole. Still, he let Jack stare at his huge, throbbing cock for a few moments more, knowing that the young man’s growing terror would make his conquest even more sweet. 

Mitch then moved behind the quivering, shaking lad, lined himself up, and plunged his colossal cock up Jack’s well-churned ass all the way to the root in one mighty, brutal thrust. 

Jack felt like he was being torn in half by the sheer overwhelming size of Mitch’s monster cock, and his bellow of agony threatened to finally shatter the high windows on the warehouse wall. The blond bull pulled his cock almost all of the way out of Jack’s burning ass until only the huge, swollen head was still inside him, and then he plunged all of the way back in again like some sort of fleshy battering ram. Jack looked down at his belly in wide-eyed shock as he saw his tight and chiseled abs actually bulge slightly outward, the head of Mitch’s enormous cock slamming against the interior wall of his abdomen. It felt like he might die as the blond assailant proceeded to violently rearrange his insides, and all he could do was groan and scream and thrash in protest. 

The young man’s traitorous cock, however, looked to be galvanized even further by the anal assault, straining skyward and so freakishly hard that the skin stretched tightly around it looked like shiny glass. His poor prostate was taking its greatest beating yet, and Jack soon found himself hurtling toward another agonizing orgasm. 

Jack’s orgasm finally hit like a sledgehammer blow to the balls, the ill-used organs convulsing dramatically as they tried to pump out another huge stud load. By now, however, his poor gonads were so depleted that only a dozen or so weak spurts of watery cum shot out of his powerfully throbbing cock. His muscular guts clenched down as hard and tight as ever, clutching at the 13-inch mega cock buried inside him with incredible strength. 

Every previous time Jack’s convulsing muscles had gripped an invading cock like that, the muscular thug raping him had been quickly sent over the edge into a rapturous orgasm of his own, his body overcome by the sensation of the young man’s impossibly muscular body clutching so tightly at his cock. But Mitch just let out a low growl and started fucking even faster, the vise-like grip of Jack’s flexing muscles barely even slowing him down. Showing extraordinary cock control, Mitch rode out Jack’s entire orgasm without cumming himself, and then kept right on fucking. 

The young man was delirious with burning agony as the titanically muscular brute kept on pummeling his guts with his ridiculously huge cock. He thought he might actually pass out from pain and exhaustion, but the young stud’s jock body was just too strong, too tough, and he continued to suffer every moment of his beyond brutal rape. 

It didn’t take long, however, before the perpetually randy football hunk was nearing orgasm once again, his battered prostate unable to resist the steady pounding of Mitch’s fat cock. Jack sobbed with despair as he felt the too-familiar stirrings of an impending ejaculation building in his tortured loins, and he let out a wild scream as he hit orgasm yet again. Even smaller spurts of diluted cum squirted out of his cock, a dismal showing for this his 25th orgasm of the night. But once again, big Mitch exercised awesome cock control, riding through the younger man’s heaving orgasm without blowing his own cookies, and continuing to hammer away at the lad’s heaving guts. 

Mitch then kicked things up another notch, if that was even possible, and began fucking Jack’s ass like he was some sort of pistoning, destructive machine, slamming his hips against the young man’s enormously muscular glutes so hard that it had to hurt. Each driving thrust of his hips sent his own big, hard, lemon-sized bollocks colliding into Jack’s far, far larger but unspeakably bruised and profoundly wounded testicles. To Jack, it felt like the men were driving their fists into his heavy hanging sac again, so hard were Mitch’s rock solid nuts striking his much softer and puffier ones. But if the big blond man was feeling any pain from these self-inflicted testicular collisions, he showed no sign. 

Jack’s battered body had no choice but to endure this brutal assault as well, the steady slap-slap-slap of two muscular bodies colliding with great force almost completely drowned out the weak and pitiful moans escaping the young man’s lips. 

The young man was soon heading toward yet another orgasm, his third in a row under Mitch’s raping of his ass and his 26th of the night. Mitch could feel the telltale signs of a growing orgasm building inside of the young man’s weakly writhing body, and his thrusts became even faster and more violent, threatening to tear Jack’s asshole right out of him. The big blond giant allowed his own much-delayed orgasm to start to build as well, planning on letting loose at the same time as the bound football jock. 

Jack threw back his head and moaned weakly as his latest orgasm crashed into his battered loins like a wrecking ball. His titanic cock began to bob with mighty ejaculatory pulses, but only a few drops of barely milky fluid dripped out of his dilated piss slit. In contrast, Mitch let out a mighty roar a few seconds later, and began to power wash Jack’s violated insides with a truly goliath orgasm, nearing one of Jack’s own monumental loads in both power and volume. 

Mitch kept right on pumping his hips and filling Jack’s guts with his pearlescent goo long after the young man’s own comically weak ejaculation had come and gone. Jack’s rock hard, flat belly actually began to distend with the volume of hot spunk that was jetting into his bowels, and his blue eyes went wide at the sight. The warm, wet heat suffusing his guts actually felt almost pleasant at first, but as the volume grew and began to back up inside his intestines, the distention began to cause Jack’s belly to cramp. 

It took more than a full minute for Mitch to shoot his massive load up Jack’s well-churned ass, but even once his orgasm was complete, the blond giant barely even paused in his rutting, and kept right on fucking the college jock’s meaty ass. With each thrust of Mitch’s hips, great gouts of sperm shot out of Jack’s overloaded bowels, plastering their immensely muscular legs in the mixed ejaculations of five big, muscular men. Jack could only pathetically moan in agony and despair as the brutal rape of his ass continued. 

Mitch had incredible staying power, and he kept on grinding and thrusting his cock in and out of the handsome young man’s mighty ass for more a seeming eternity. Jack’s overactive libido just couldn’t take it, and he was forced to orgasm again and again and again, his titanic testicles flexing and squeezing in agony, but no more than a paltry few drops of downright watery jizz dripped out of his cock each time. Each orgasm was more painful than the last, especially now that his horrifically battered balls had been completely plundered and emptied for the THIRD time that night. It was only after Jack had helplessly and fruitlessly orgasmed four more times before Mitch let himself cum again over half an hour later, blasting a second enormous stud load up Jack’s leaking bum. 

But Mitch was a fucking MACHINE, and he still wouldn’t let up even after his second huge orgasm was complete! He wrapped his gigantic arms around Jack’s muscular torso, clutched him tight, and just kept right on riding the moaning and softly sobbing stud, pressing his body tight against the big football star and utterly dominating the helpless hunk. The big blond bull couldn’t believe how incredibly tight Jack’s ass was, especially after being fucked more than a dozen times by some really huge cocks, and he loved the way the lad’s guts gripped and squeezed at his massive invading schlong. It was the best fuck he’d ever had in his life, better than any mouth, pussy, or ass he’d fucked before, and part of him wished he could plow this ridiculously handsome and hung stud jock forever. 

The big blond giant fucked Jack’s ass raw for more than an hour more, forcing the quivering young man to orgasm another incredible eight more times, bringing his grand total of orgasms to a mind blowing 38. Each mighty orgasm was so powerful and intense that it felt like Jack’s balls were trying to turn themselves inside out. But by this time, not even a thin drool of watery liquid escaped the gaping and dilated piss slit of his bloated cock head, for the well of his staggering virility was well and truly dry. Hell, it looked like Mitch had fucked the lad into permanent impotence, succeeding in sterilizing the lad through excessive orgasms where he had failed with hours of beyond-brutal testicular tortures! 

Despite the lack of seminal fluids, however, Jack’s mammoth cock kept flexing and throbbing with each orgasm like he was pumping out a gallon of the stuff. His gigantic phallus was so bloated and swollen and distended that it had turned a purple nearly as dark as his trashed testicles, the tortured vasculature running up and down its length unlike anything any of the other men had seen before. Mitch occasionally grasped and stroked the magnificent man tool with his calloused hands, and continued to be astounded by how even his oversized hands couldn’t wrap all the way around the extraordinary girth of the lad’s record-shattering cock. 

It was past mid morning when Mitch decided to plant a third and final load up Jack’s tight shit chute. He kept on tightly hugging Jack’s magnificent body as he plowed his cock into the young man’s guts, and he leaned his head forward and began speaking into Jack’s ear, his rough stubble rubbing against the lad’s tremendously thick and muscular bison neck and his warm breath wafting across his face. 

“You’ve been an incredible fuck, boy,” Mitch said in his deep and rumbling baritone voice. “But it’s almost time for us to end our little game, so I’m going to flood your guts with my bull spunk one more time. And then in just a little while after that, the only sperm left inside your body is gonna be the jizz I’ve pumped up your ass. You’re gonna be shitting my load for a week, Jack!” 

The big man’s hips began to pick up speed as he pumped his cock in and out of the weakly struggling lad faster than ever before, really slamming his 13-inch monster home each time while Jack’s even bigger cock quivered and throbbed in the open air. All of the men could see the telltale signs of the handsome young man approaching yet another orgasm, and they knew that their leader would time his own orgasm perfectly to coincide with Jack’s. 

When Jack’s 39th orgasm hit, the pain was so insanely intense that he felt like he was transcending his body, reaching such an unbelievable level of agony that it nearly touched the divine. His humongous cock was throbbing so hard that he wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised to see the pulped remains of his imploding testicles pumping out of its gaping tip in a macabre parody of a normal ejaculation. But instead, not a single drop of fluid came out of the wildly throbbing cock, further underscoring the utter decimation of this once-fabled virility. 

Mitch’s virility was still going strong, however, which he proved by squirting yet another gigantic load up the lad’s tight butt. The big man growled and roared as he experienced one of the best orgasms in his entire life, and he pumped what felt like a week’s worth of splooge up the young man’s battered tunnel. 

The big man kept on slowly rocking his hips forward and back long after his third ejaculation was complete, pumping his still rock hard cock in and out of Jack’s overloaded guts and enjoying the wet and sloppy sloshing sounds as his big dick stirred up the no less than 19 loads that had been planted inside the lad. It was another 10 or 15 minutes before Mitch slowly pulled his massive cock out of Jack’s clutching guts, the raw and puffy ring of his sphincter seemingly reluctant to let the huge organ go. As the huge, helmet-shaped cock head finally popped free, a huge geyser of sperm slurry erupted out of Jack’s butt with considerable power and force, his guts trying to void themselves of a truly insane amount of spunk. A good quart or so of the sticky and smelly stuff shot out before the surging river was reduced to a mere trickle running down the young man’s enormously muscular and exquisitely toned legs, restoring Jack’s distended abdomen to its former flat and deeply chiseled glory. 

Mitch gently patted the nearly unconscious lad on his deeply bruised and heavily welted ass, and then said to the others, “Okay boys, it’s time.”