Epic Night, Unforgettable Morning

Epic Night, Unforgettable Morning

Based on an original story by BustNut

This story originally ended with Mr. Cooper walking away from our hunky hero in distress and implied that the young man lost his goodies in the end. I decided to find a creative way for our handsome stud to escape that predicament. Let me know what you think... :)

Myles woke up to a bright light shining in his face. He groaned as he opened one of his eyelids to face the beam that was bothering his sleep. 

"Fuck", the young man grumbled as he pulled himself up from his prone position on the back of the overturned couch. 

Sitting up, he was momentarily confused as to why there was beam of sunlight shining into his face when the window that faced outside was directly behind him. As his vision came into focus, however, his confusion was explained -- there was a jagged hole in the wall in front of him, the result of one of several shotgun blasts that had been fired the night before. The force of the buckshot had ripped right through the wall and out to the exterior of the house. 

Myles couldn’t help but grimace again in anger and extreme annoyance. He looked to his right and saw the guilty shotgun, leaning upright against a nearby chair. A pink novelty tiki umbrella had been placed into the barrel opening. A yellow sticky note had also been placed on the stock, reading “EPIC NIGHT!!!” in rough handwriting. 

‘Epic’ was an extraordinary understatement. Looking around the large living room, Myles sucked in a sharp breath of air. The formerly exquisitely decorated living room was a complete and utter disaster area. Bottles, cans, and broken glasses of various alcohols were everywhere, and liquid stains of various colors stained the floors, walls, furniture, and even the arched ceiling high overhead. Wall sconces had been torn out on either side of the fireplace. The large HD TV that had been in the corner was missing, replaced only by a urine stain. The fireplace and the wall and ceiling above it was charred black in a wide swath -- the result of someone throwing booze into a fire. Melted DVDs and the remains of a stereo system had pooled out of the fireplace and onto the hardwood floor. The sight was appalling. 

Aside from the shotgun and the chair it was leaning against, nearly every other piece of furniture and decoration had been torn into pieces -- couch and pillows ripped open, dining chairs and table smashed, paintings shredded, pottery broken -- with the resulting debris carpeting the floor. Unidentifiable stains were on the ceiling, and there were mud footprints on the walls. The front window was missing entirely. Myles could feel the slight early summer breeze coming from outside, but it did nothing to eradicate the sickly-sweet smell of spilled alcohol, urine, vomit, and burnt hair that lingered in the room in the room. It was a disaster. 

“Holy SHIT!” Myles said with real feeling. What had started out as a fun but relatively sedate party had quickly gotten out of hand when word got out about a hot and happening party up in the hills. Hundreds of people started showing up, people that Myles had never seen before, and the party got crazier and crazier. But it was when a local gang of thugs showed up that the train really came off the rails. Myles remembered trying to get them to leave, but he had been unsuccessful. Despite his own large and muscular size, Myles was quickly overpowered by the gang members, tied up, and left behind the couch for most of the remainder of the party. Someone must have slipped him a mickey as well, because the young man didn’t remember much after that. Someone had clearly untied him before everyone left the house, though, and he could still see slight rope burn marks on his wrists and ankles. 

Myles cautiously stood up, careful of his throbbing and dizzy head. He noted that someone had apparently attempted to make waffles some time during the night. The waffle iron, along with the remnants of the batter, was stuck fast to the wall. On the ground in front of him he saw a large bronze padlock and thick chain. Myles hazily remembered that most of the thugs were armed with bats and chains, and one of them must have left his weapon behind. 

Stepping carefully through the glass and broken furniture, the barefoot Myles collected his white flip flops, put them on, and headed towards the bathroom in the back of the house. Passing through the kitchen, the smell of burnt hair grew stronger. Myles looked in the sink and saw a horrific sight -- a gnarled, charred object resting beside a stack of plates. The charred slab of meat and hair was all that remained of a white Persian cat named Mr. Fitzy. The sight of the mutilated cat reminded Myles of one of the most nightmarish events of the night. The cat had lashed out in feline anger at the exposed calf of one of the thugs, and the angry biker had shoved the offending animal into the microwave and set the oven on high for an hour. The poor creature had lasted for more than a minute before he died a terrible death, and then was reduced to this charred mess in the sink. 

“Hey guys, it’s an experiment!” Myles remembered the cruel biker saying, laughing sadistically as the cat had meowed and cried piteously on the rotating turntable. The result was in no way scientific. Myles’ empty gut heaved, and he had to struggle to keep his gorge down. 

He then walked into the master bedroom, where the damage was less extensive. The bed frame had been broken and the mattress sagged. Pillowcases swung from the hobbling, barely functioning fan in the ceiling. An appalled Myles fumbled in his baggy cargo shorts and found the key for the master bathroom door, which he had been wise enough to lock even before his first guests had arrived. He opened the door and stepped inside. 

“I LOVE DICKS” his forehead proudly proclaimed. The writing was backwards in the mirror. Myles groaned and lifted up his tank-top, finding that his thick chest and cobblestone abs were similarly covered in graffiti. Luckily the only pens in the house were the water-soluble kind and not permanent markers. A quick shower would clean up at least that much of the mess. 

He stripped off his shorts and peeled off his tank, leaving on only his tight bikini briefs. He looked at himself naked in the full length mirror and admired his tanned and exquisitely muscular body. Even with the house a complete disaster and wreck, Myles couldn’t help but revel in his own masculine beauty. The handsome 24-year-old hardbody stood 6 feet, 3 inches tall and was a total muscle stud at 265 pounds with only 5% body fat. His brown hair was cut close to his head, similar to the style he had when he was in the Marines. His square and normally clean shaven jaw was peppered with morning stubble, making him look even more rugged and devastatingly handsome. There was no doubt about it -- Myles was one fucking hell of a hunk! 

His blue eyes slowly roamed down his magnificent frame --  extremely wide and muscular shoulders, a broad and very thick chest, enormous lat muscles tapering down in a perfect V shape to a spectacularly narrow, 30-inch waist. He was wearing the tightest and briefest of grey bikini briefs, which did little to conceal his truly massive cock and mammoth, sperm-churning balls. His legs were large and equally as impressive as his mighty upper body. Myles had thought about competing at a recent regional bodybuilding contest, but had decided that the attention he already received from the ladies was more than enough. Besides, he wasn’t comfortable with a bunch of gay guys checking out his beefcake bod, so he had decided against competing. Still, with his huge and perfectly proportioned muscles combined with his dashing good looks, Myles knew he would have won. 

Myles reached into the shower and turned on the water. He hooked his thumbs underneath his briefs and pulled them down, unleashing his big and enormously fat dick. It hadn't escaped the graffiti of the night before either. Scrunched up lines and more than a dozen phone numbers ran down its soft but considerable length. Even more graffiti covered his enormous, nearly fist-sized bull balls, the writing clearly visible on the smooth, cleanly shaven skin of his silky, baggy scrotum. Myles could only shake his head in exasperation as he stepped into the shower and began to soap up. 

He faced away from the hot stream of water, letting the spray of water rush down his wide and thickly muscled back. The awesome V taper of his heavily muscled back channeled the water down to the two round, perfect globes of his achingly beautiful ass. The river of hot water then sluiced down the back of Myles’ intensely beefy, lightly haired thighs before slinking around the stud’s huge calves and pooling on the tiled floor. 

The hot jets of water soothed the young man’s huge, aching muscles and helped to clear the rest of the cobwebs out of his head. Myles thought about how he was going to handle the situation once Mr. Cooper came home. Mr. Maxwell Cooper owned the mansion where Myles was staying, and the young man was supposed to house sit and look after the property while Mr. Cooper was on vacation in Palm Beach, Florida. Myles’s dad was an old college friend of Mr. Cooper, so the incredibly rich older man had decided to trust the handsome 24-year-old with watching over his property and taking care of his most prized possession, his purebred Persian cat. It had sounded like such an easy job for Myles, as well as a great way to earn some extra cash, but the epic party opportunity was just too good to pass up. 

The mansion was located at the end of a windy cul-de-sac in the hills just outside of La Jolla, California. The property was remote to begin with, but the recent foreclosure crisis had further decimated the neighborhood, leaving Maxwell's house the only one occupied for several acres in each direction. The home was enormous and very expensively decorated by someone with very sophisticated taste. Or rather, it had been beautifully decorated, until last night’s party.

Myles wondered for the hundredth time how Mr. Cooper could own such a huge mansion. As far as Myles knew, the older man worked part-time as a hairdresser at an upscale salon in town. There was just no way he could make even a fraction of the money needed for a magnificent estate like this on only a hairdresser’s salary. But the young muscle stud had heard rumors that Maxwell had been involved in some shady dealings with his older brother, Vincent Cooper. Vincent had apparently once run a very large and successful porn studio but had been a missing person now for almost a decade. There had always been speculation that Maxwell was somehow responsible for his brother’s disappearance, but no evidence had ever been found to link Maxwell to any crime. Mr. Cooper had always been very polite and friendly with Myles, but the young man had always felt creeped out by the older gentleman. It wasn’t just that Mr. Cooper was gay, though that did make Myles uncomfortable. There was just something in the older man’s cool grey eyes that could make Myles’ spine shiver. 

Whatever the case and however he had afforded this palace, Maxwell’s mansion in the middle of nowhere made for one hell of a location for a Saturday night party. 

Myles tried to think up excuses for the house being so utterly trashed. Robbery? Invasion by a street gang? Both of those happened to be true, but ignored the minor detail that Myles had been throwing a party when he wasn’t supposed to. He'd have to buy a new cat, at the very least. Myles couldn’t bear to think of Mr. Cooper coming home to find his beloved Mr. Fitzy reduced to a charcoal briquette in the sink. But a purebred white Persian was not going to come cheap! He’d also have to try to clean the place up a bit, and see what he could salvage of Mr. Cooper’s extremely expensive possessions. How was he going to frame the total destruction? And how was he going to conduct damage control with just two days left until Mr. Cooper came home?!

As Myles desperately pondered various stories, he looked out the glass door of the shower and saw a pair of handcuffs sitting on the countertop next to the sink. Spread around them were five used Trojan Magnums, which had clearly been very full as they were leaking their gloopy contents down the bathroom wall in long and chunky rivers. Myles quickly hit on a solution when he saw the handcuffs -- he’d lock himself up to the bed with the handcuffs shortly before the old guy arrived he’d tell Maxwell that it was a group of angry and violent Mexicans who had forced themselves in. The young man hoped that whatever holes there might be in his story would be masked by the sight of the muscle stud lying helpless on the bed in nothing but in his briefs. Mr. Cooper’s relief at seeing his friend’s son safe and unharmed would immediately outweigh his outrage at the destruction of his house, right? 

Myles, back still facing the hot spray, looked at the used condoms again. He suddenly remembered that he had sneaked into the bathroom the night before with that hot redhead, Rachel. This was well before the arrival of the gang, back when the party was still fun, back before things got so out of hand. She had made him put on the handcuffs as he leaned against a towel rack, and he ravaged her with just his huge bull cock. He had brought her to shuddering orgasm over and over and over again, while he came five times himself, each time pumping the extra large condom full to overflowing with his super thick cum. The thick, stringy slop of jism had leaked out of the condoms and was now staining the wall and floor. It looked like at least a dozen men had shot their wads against the wall, but Myles was proud of the fact that all that funky sludge came from his own huge, power house balls. 

Myles tugged on his hardening dick as he remembered plunging it into the gorgeous girl's tight pussy. He looked down at his now massive erection and saw that the graffiti had now extended and was more legible. It was a mock-ruler, and at the stud's big pulsing cock head was the number “13” followed by three exclamation marks. Myles knew he had a truly monstrously huge cock, a bull penis that he was extremely proud of, but he couldn’t help but blush to look at the rude graffiti, wondering just how many people saw his huge cock while he was passed out during the night. 

Myles turned around and began to soap up his front side, washing the graffiti off of his face, chest, abs, cock, and balls. The hot spray blasted his meaty pecs and cannon-ball sized shoulders. His muscled chest bulged majestically over his tight, eight pack abs. The water streamed through a buzzed bush of brown pubes before meeting the base of his thick, veiny horse-dong of a cock. The huge uncut member was jutting out and pointing slightly to the left. Myles gripped it with one hand, unable to completely wrap even the fingers of his own large hand around the awesome girth of the huge phallus. He moved the foreskin back and forth over the swollen head, tugging at it and lightly pinching it. 

With his free hand he fondled his massive balls, which were so huge and so heavy that they hung an extraordinary six inches from his body. The big, smooth, sperm-filled orbs were the stud's secret pride and joy. Each one was the size of a softball and weighed a good 4 or 5 pounds of pure grade AAA man meat. The mighty bollocks were so enormous that Myles could only cup one of the massive orbs in his huge hand at a time. He knew that his cock was of legendary proportions, but it was the sheer size and mass of his oversized bull nuts that really made him extraordinary. 

Myles roughly squeezed his huge sack, mashing his two huge balls together, and began to rub the pulsing purple head of his big cock. He pulled his balls down hard, his hand pushing the big testes down even farther in their sack, really stretching them out. He let go and gasped a little as they snapped back up. The hot spray continued to wash down the expanse of the muscle stud’s gorgeous body. Myles brought his heavy right hand up and began massaging his thick right pectoral, pinching the eraser-sized nipple. He could feel another massive load building in his behemoth bull balls, and he knew he was getting close. 

Suddenly, a noise somewhere in the house alerted him. It sounded like -- a door slam?! Oh shit! He released his turgid donkey-dick and spun around, wiping water from his adonis-like face. He turned off the hot spray and stepped out of the shower. He quickly dried off his muscular frame and then wrapped a towel around his narrow waist. 

A cry of anguish came from the living room. 

“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY HOUSE!?”

Myles gulped. He hurriedly pulled up his grey bikini briefs, heaving his big softening member to the side. He quickly put on his cargo shorts and stained tank top, and grabbed the handcuffs off the counter. He put one hand into a cuff and made his way out of the bathroom, out to face a very angry Maxwell Cooper. 

“What the FUCK Myles!?”

Maxwell was standing in the middle of the living room, hands held onto the top of his head. Maxwell was 5 feet, 5 inches tall, a short, slender, somewhat effeminate man with a thick head of dark hair. The man’s face was either sunburnt or flush with anger, or perhaps both. Myles couldn't tell. The wealthy hairdresser was dressed in a short-sleeved, tropical-patterned button up shirt over linen trousers and expensive-looking sandals. Mr. Cooper looked like a well-to-do professor on a tropical vacation, only whatever relaxation the man had had from his trip to Palm Beach was utterly annihilated by coming home to a war zone. 

“Myles! MYLES, WHAT DID YOU DO!?!” Maxwell screamed, tears starting to brim in his dark brown eyes. 

“I’m so, so sorry, Mr. Cooper,” Myles said in his most placating voice. “Please hold on! I can explain everything!” 

“You’d better, young man! I get home two days early from my vacation to find -- THIS?!” Maxwell swung his arms around dramatically, gesturing to the ruins of the living room. He looked daggers at the much larger studly jock, his teeth gritted hard in fury. 

“Well, I -- I just got free from these handcuffs, you see,” Myles stammered, bringing up his beefy left forearm from which dangled the handcuffs. “Some gang members, they broke in last night. Took me by surprise and locked me up in the bathroom,” Myles said, trying to sound convincing. 

“What is that god-awful smell?” Maxwell said, his eyes widening in sudden comprehension. “Oh no! Where is Mr. Fitzy?” Sniffing the air, Maxwell moved slowly from the ruins of the living room and into the kitchen. A crestfallen Myles didn’t have the heart to follow. 

“AUUUUGGHHHH!!!” Myles heard the grieving man scream from the kitchen. The young man shuddered in both sympathy and fear as Maxwell stomped back in to the living room. 

“I -- I don't know who you think you are mister!” Maxwell hissed, his whole body shaking and tears welling in his eyes. “But believe you me! I know what you've been up to!”

“Up to!?” Myles pleaded. “No Mr. Cooper, please, I told you. It was all a terrible mistake! I was locked up!” he said, bending forward to once again present his muscular and shackled forearm to Maxwell’s face, the handcuffs dangling listlessly. “See??”

Maxwell stood silently, looking sternly and directly into Myles’ beautiful blue eyes. 

“You just broke out of those?” he said. 

“Uh-huh...” Myles stammered like a little boy. 

“Just now? Without the key?”

“Uhh...uh-huh...?”

“Then how, may I ask, did you manage to open one end up?” 

“...Fuck...” 

Myles forgot that he had left one end of the cuffs open. He was screwed. 

“Turn my couch over.” 

“Look Mr. Cooper...” 

“TURN MY FUCKING COUCH OVER!!!” 

Myles nodded in defeat. He went to the couch and pushed it back up properly, his powerful muscles easily handling the heavy and oversized piece of furniture. The cushions were missing. Maxwell frowned severely, turned, and sat down on the exposed wood frame. 

“So what, exactly, happened he... Oh for the love of god!!” Maxwell shot back up as he noticed the waffle iron stuck to the wall beside him. He peeled it down with an effort and put it on the floor in front of him. Returning to the couch he crossed his legs and rubbed his eyes. Myles stood unsure of himself in front of the much smaller man. 

“The truth is that I threw a party last night. It was supposed to be no big deal, just me and a couple dozen friends. I was going to clean everything up and no one would have been the wiser. Only word got out about the party, more and more people showed up, and then this gang of really rough bikers showed up and things got out of hand...” 

“Out of HAND!?!” Maxwell shouted, beyond exasperated. 

“Yes, sir. There was nothing I could do! The gang members, the overpowered me, tied me up, and drugged me. I only woke up about an hour ago myself to find this mess. I am so, so sorry Mr. Cooper. You know my dad, he can cover all the damages, and I’ll do whatever I can to help put things right.” 

“I’m afraid this goes beyond just your father, Myles. I’m going to have to involve the authorities in this matter,” Maxwell sighed, reaching into the front pocket of his shirt and bringing out his cellular phone. 

“No! WAIT Mr. Cooper!” Myles begged, lunging forward and enveloping Maxwell’s hand and his cellphone in the young man’s much larger grip. “Look, I can -- I can fix this. Please! I’ll do anything...” 

Maxwell paused. He looked at the phone caught in the young man’s huge ham fist, and then moved his eyes to the massive body and gorgeous face of the studly house sitter. 

“Anything...?” Maxwell pointedly asked. 

“Yes sir!” Myles said. He thought quickly and took a step back. If that’s what it took to get out of this disaster, then Myles would do it. He placed both of his hands on either side of his narrow and muscular 30-inch waist and pushed his shorts down a couple of inches, invitingly. “Anything.” 

“Strip for me,” Maxwell commanded. Myles nodded obediently and reluctantly began to tease off his shorts. Maxwell sat back and watched as the gorgeous muscle jock and former Marine  slipped his cargo shorts down over his tanned, muscled legs. Myles then peeled off his tank top, revealing his breathtaking torso in all its muscular glory. He now stood in front of Maxwell wearing only his tight grey bikini briefs, which were a little damp from putting them on after the shower. 

Despite his anger, Maxwell’s mouth dropped open at the sight of the bulge that Myles sported in those tiny briefs. His incredibly thick, meaty cock and mango-sized balls weighed down tremendously on the straining fabric, creating a football-sized protrusion jutting from the stud's muscled waist. 

“Yeah? Do you like that Mr. Cooper?” Myles had gotten this reaction from both men and women countless times before, and seeing the naked lust in the older man’s eyes made the horse-hung stud feel a bit bolder. “You wanna see it all?” Myles said, striking a spectacular abdominal crunch pose with his massive arms in the air. His big biceps bulged as he flexed, showing off his godlike proportions to the small, slender man. 

“Let's take a gander, Myles,” Maxwell said, edging closer on his seat and his eyes bright with desire. “Mind if I do the honors? he asked, reaching out with his thin fingers towards the muscle stud’s straining basket. 

“Not at all, dude,” Myles said, a big smile lighting up his stunningly handsome face. He couldn’t believe his luck! The horny old queer wouldn’t be calling the cops if he just got a taste of Myles’ thick salami. It was perfect! 

Maxwell’s hand trembled as he clutched the sides of the thin bikini briefs. He yanked them down with one swift motion, causing Myles’ gargantuan donkey dick and huge bull balls to flop out obscenely in the open air. The young muscle stud decided to put on a show for the much smaller man and began to run his index finger gently up and down the thick flaccid shaft of his mighty tube steak. 

“Mmm yeah, man. Packing 13 fuckin’ inches right there! Biggest fucking cock you’ll ever see!” Myles boasted, his huge cock beginning to swell with arousal. The big cock arched upwards and to the right, the colossally thick shaft plumping up to even greater dimensions as the foreskin slowly slid back from the swollen head. The almighty unit pulsed with Myles’ powerful heartbeat. Maxwell looked at the big and silky smooth gonads hanging so low beneath the stud’s cock and thought he could see them visibly churning with stud jism. 

The older man suddenly recovered his composure and looked Myles sternly in the eyes. “You call that a fuckin’ dick?! Honey, I've seen bee stings bigger than that!” Maxwell said, taunting the big muscle man. Myles was instantly taken aback and his confidence began to slip. “And that body has got more rolls than the Pillsbury boy! And your miserable excuse for nuts?! I’ve eaten raisins that looked more potent!”  

Myles was confused. He was a fucking sex god! His handsome face, powerfully muscled body, huge unit, and massive balls got him looks wherever he went, and hot pussy whenever he wanted it. The sheer size and weight of his horse cock and bull balls made them virtually impossible to conceal, but that was no matter as he loved flaunting them. He’d always get nasty stares from mothers and old folks -- not to mention looks of jealousy from every guy he saw -- whenever he walked down the Venice Beach boardwalk in nothing but a flimsy red speedo, showing off his glistening muscles and the pendulous bulge of his big fat dong and huge meaty balls that stretched the fabric to its limit. Now some old queer was making fun of him?! The young bull stud couldn’t believe it! 

But Myles contained his anger with some effort, remembering that he was trying to get himself out of trouble by showing the old guy his enormous fuck tool. 

“Yeah, I guess,” Myles sullenly responded. 

“Get up over against the wall over there,” Maxwell said. “We’re going to have some fun.” 

Myles did as he was told. He stepped over to the back wall, next to the shotgun holes. The drywall had been stripped away, leaving the studs exposed. Myles faced forward towards the wall, the stud’s perfect, naked, intensely muscular ass and wide, rippling back gleaming in the early morning light from the window opposite. 

“No, I want you to turn around. Put your hands behind your back.” Maxwell said. Myles complied and turned around. His erection was going down, the hefty phallus drooping lower but still amazingly impressive in both length and girth. Maxwell stood and admired Myles’ spectacularly impressive musculature once again. The stud was incredible, a perfect specimen of masculinity and virility, from his thick bull neck, to his wide shoulders, to his huge and heavy pecs, to his bulging arms, and right on down to his lean and tight stomach with that awesome eight pack of abs. And that gigantic cock! And those humongous balls!! Myles was a stunning sight to behold. 

Maxwell approached the anxious young muscle stud and forced Myles’ hands backwards towards the hole. 

“H-hey, what are you doing?” Myles asked nervously, but before he could react, Maxwell had pulled the loose end of the handcuffs back through the hole and secured them onto Myles’ other hand. The young man’s big hands were now trapped behind him with the handcuffs wrapped around a big supporting beam. The young man’s blue eyes flew wide with fear, and he began to struggle against his bonds. 

“Relax!” Maxwell said with a sly smile. “I'm just having some fun. If you don't want me to fuck up your life and call the cops, then you’ll just play along like a good boy. I'm sure you know where the key is, don't you?”

“Y-Yeah,” Myles stammered. “It’s in the bathroom, on top of the toilet tank.” 

Maxwell smiled and nodded. He left and shortly returned with the key, as well as some baby oil. 

“I'm going to put this key right here, between your legs. Just relax Myles.” Maxwell bent down and placed the key on the floor. “Now I'm going to have a little clean fun with you!” 

Maxwell spurted some of the clear baby oil in his hand and began to rub it across Myles’ tanned and flawless skin. The smaller man couldn’t believe that he was now fondling the massively muscular body of one of the hottest studs he had ever seen in his life, a bull stud of a man that was easily twice the size and mass of Maxwell. The older man roughly kneaded the stud’s huge hairless pecs, paying special attention to the meaty nipples before moving down towards the hunk’s chiseled, cobblestone abs. Maxwell began to breathe heavily as he rubbed his slender fingers greedily into Myles’ naked flesh. 

“My God, you’ve got the body of a young Steve Reeves, only bigger!” Maxwell said breathlessly. “And without the beard, of course!” He smiled up at Myles, and the young man grinned back uncertainly, not knowing where things were going and wanting more than anything to get the hell out of the house. 

Maxwell knelt down and began to oil up Myles’ extremely thick thighs. The stud's massive uncut phallus was just inches from Maxwell’s nose, and he could smell the heady scent of cum and sweat wafting from the man’s massive gonads. When he finished oiling up Myles’ legs, Maxwell squirted a big puddle of baby oil into his greasy hand and started to stroke the huge limp cock and massage Myles’ pendulous balls. 

“Mmm...fuck!” Myles sighed, leaning back against the exposed beams and studs behind him and pushing his muscular crotch forward. He began to get hard yet again, and his big dick grew to even more eye-popping dimensions in Maxwell’s palms. Maxwell rubbed the entire length of the impossibly huge 13-inch shaft. The stud’s massive cock had a girth greater than that of a beer can. Maxwell had never seen such a huge dick in all his life, not even among the talent of his brother’s former porn studio! He squirted some more lotion in his hands and began to massage the equally enormous balls in front of him. As he rubbing the lotion into the smooth skin of Myles’ baggy scrotum, Maxwell began to squeeze the huge nuts, gently at first, pulling the big jizz-filled orbs downwards and tightening the scrotal skin around its massive contents. 

“Unnngh...! Yeah, that feels so damn good!” Myles said, closing his eyes and gently bucking his muscular hips in pleasure. Maxwell squeezed some more, harder and harder still, feeling the enormous weight and surprisingly solid density of the fat balls hanging so low between the muscle stud’s huge legs. The massive balls were so tough and hard that they barely dented in Maxwell’s clutching fingers, and the rough man handling only seemed to arouse the big lug even more. With his left hand, Maxwell began to furiously stroke Myles’ big leaking cock. Pumping it. Stroking it. Beating it. Myles started to breathe heavily, flexing his muscles and giving his superb body even more definition. The young bull stud was clearly getting close. 

Suddenly, Maxwell squeezed Myles’ huge left nut with crushing force, digging his fingernails into the stud's pendulous jewel. 

“AAAAUUUUGHHH!!!” Myles cried in in both shock and pain. The nude, defenseless, and oil-slick stud all but doubled over, trying desperately to escape the grip of the pint-sized hairdresser. But the handcuffs held him fast, and the handsome young stud could do nothing as Maxwell squeezed some more, feeling the huge beefy testicle compress even farther in his fist. The muscle stud was utterly helpless. 

“OH GOD!! LET GO!! OH PLEASE LET GO OF MY BALL!!!” Myles shouted. Maxwell continued to squeeze, and kept jacking off the stud’s big 13-inch dong. 

“Did you kill Mr. Fitzy?!” Maxwell shouted, adding his second hand to the task and gripping the dangling bull nut even harder. Myles looked down in terror and thrashed uselessly against his restraints. 

“N-NO!! It was one of the gang member!!” Myles yelled, bucking backwards now to try to pull his screaming nut away from Maxwell’s surprisingly strong clutching fingers. 

“Are you telling the truth?!” Maxwell said, squeezing even harder. He could see the massive testicle going dark red and bulging obscenely through the gaps of his fingers. The smaller man wondered just how much more the tortured orb could take before it burst in his hand. 

“YES!! Oh I swear to god!! YES!!! Now please!! PLEASE!!! Let go!! FUUUUCK!!! My balls are my pride and joy, man!! Just please let them go!!” Myles whimpered pitifully. 

Maxwell finally relented and removed his hands from Myles’ horribly aching left ball. The stud’s big cock was still hard as a rock and precum continued to leak from its tip like a broken faucet. The young man’s enormous left testicle was swollen, bruised, and an angry red, with small cuts where Maxwell’s nails had dug in, but was otherwise intact. 

“Well, that's that.” Maxwell said, turning away from the naked muscular jock. Myles breathed heavily from a mixture of fear and pain. He was immensely glad that Maxwell hadn’t gone any further. Although as far as punishments went, having a ball roughly squeezed and his big cock jacked halfway to orgasm wasn’t too bad considering the circumstances. 

“I’m glad we had this talk, Myles,” Maxwell said, still kneeling to the floor. Myles closed his beautiful blue eyes as he panted to regain his breath. 

“Yeah, sure, me too. I’m so sorry about the house and your cat. Just -- can you please let me free now?” 

“Oh, of course! After you join me for a nice hot breakfast.”  

“Uhh...okay. Sure Mr. Cooper. Whatever you say.” 

“I was thinking,” Maxwell said as he slowly rose from the floor, “of having some waffles and sausage!” 

In a flash, Maxwell spun around. Using both hands, he opened the waffle iron wide and clapped it down sideways onto Myles’ oversized cock and balls. Myles screamed as his big uncut  sausage and huge mega nuts were brutally squashed between the two waffle-plates. His huge horse cock was simply too large, too thick and meaty, to be smushed, which in turn spared his massive balls from being crushed completely and left the waffle maker opened half way with a gap of about two inches between the plates. Maxwell quickly grabbed the gang member’s discarded chain and wrapped it several times around the waffle iron, cinching it tighter and tighter around the iron until he had the gap between the plates down to just one inch. Then he sealed the chain and waffle iron in place by using the large padlock that had been lying next to the chain. 

Myles was now consumed by terror, and his cock and balls were in considerable throbbing pain. 

His big veiny dong and bull-sized balls were trapped inside the waffle iron, crushed down to a mere fraction of their usual thickness. His gargantuan balls looked like a pair of huge hamburger patties, bulging enormously between the two heavily corrugated plates and turning an angry dark red. The hugely swollen head of his cock stuck out grotesquely from the side of the appliance, a large drop of clear pre-cum leaking from the tip of his massive purple phallus. The great weight of the combined waffle iron and chain, perhaps 40 pounds in total, tugged painfully on his genitals and had his rock hard cock pointed nearly straight down at the floor. 

Myles’ naked and gloriously muscled body shimmered with baby oil, and Maxwell couldn’t help but admire this masterpiece of musculature as he bucked and writhed against his restraints. There was nothing like some serious ball pain to make a man’s muscles bulge and flex so invitingly, Maxwell thought. The older man thought it almost a shame that he was about to destroy such masculine perfection forever. 

“Well Myles, enjoy your breakfast,” Maxwell said as he plugged in the waffle iron into a socket on the far wall. “Such a shame, ruining a big handsome stud like you. And that huge cock and balls of yours! Yes, it’s a shame indeed,” Maxwell said, smiling as he waltzed back over to the struggling muscle boy, leaned forward, and turned the waffle iron’s knob up to ‘High’. 

“You destroyed everything I had and took my pride and joy. Now, I’ll take yours!” 

Myles bellowed in horror as he felt the elements begin heating up, preparing to roast his 13-inch monster dong and softball-sized balls. He thrashed more powerfully than ever against the handcuffs, his fantastically muscular body flexing and bulging dramatically as he desperately tried to escape. Maxwell admired the sight for several moments more before turning his back and walking out of the house. The first faint wisps of smoke had already begun to creep out of the sides of the waffle iron, a sizzling sound began to emanate from the stud’s smoking crotch. 

Maxwell calmly walked out of his ruined mansion, Myles’ bellows and screams of agony following him out of the house. The older man smiled again with satisfaction, knowing that there was no one who would hear the muscle boy’s screams until it was far, far too late. He picked up his bags from the driveway and loaded them back into his car. Biker gangs, that’s who it was. It was a good explanation. 

Maxwell drove down the driveway smiling to himself. He still had two days left of his vacation. 

Meanwhile, the heat of the waffle iron had quickly built to a white, searing pain, and Myles found himself uncontrollably screaming and thrashing as the agony burned into his massive genitals. The skin of his cock and baggy scrotum was starting to sear and blister, while the incredibly dense meat of his shaft and balls was slowly starting to heat up. He knew that his most prized possessions would soon be cooked, reduced to so much blackened and useless meat much like the dead Mr. Fitzy. And there was absolutely nothing the young muscle stud could do about it. 

Nevertheless, the handsome hunk’s enormous elephant cock somehow remained rock hard. Incredibly, Myles could feel his long-denied orgasm continuing to build, and he realized that he was going to shoot one last magnificent load before his oversized cock and balls were viciously and painfully taken from him forever. 

Myles’ trapped cock throbbed, then throbbed again, pulsing so hard that it actually managed to lift upward by several inches despite the more than 40 pounds of metal strapped to the huge organ. The young man could begin to smell the odor of cooking meat, a smell that was both delicious and horrifying as it was the smell of his own genitals cooking. But the unbelievably agony in his groin only served to bring the cum in his huge balls closer and closer to the boiling point. The young man bucked his muscular hips harder and harder still, setting the huge pendulous mass of metal and flesh rocking wildly between his muscular legs. Myles let out an animal bellow of pain, terror, and defiance, and his tipped over the edge. 

His cock gave a mighty lurch, hauling itself and the 40 pounds of metal upward by nearly 45 degrees as the first mighty pulse of cum erupted from its tip. Myles painted a thick white line across the debris-covered hardwood floor, a nearly 6-foot-long ribbon of baby batter splattering wetly and loudly and stretching nearly halfway to the far wall. That single slug of cum contained more spunk than a typical man could produce in a week, and was so thick that it was almost chunky. His second blast was even bigger, and the third more powerful still, landing just a foot or two shy of the far wall. 

Myles never knew that he could feel such agony, even as he was pumping out one of the biggest loads of his life. But the pain seemed to add an urgency and a brutal power to his orgasm, for the fourth wad shot even farther, striking the far wall with a resounding splat and landing smack dab on the center of the wall socket. The outlet and waffle iron plug were coated in a thick, gelatinous mass of the young man’s blindingly white and impossibly thick ball goo. 

The young man’s cock lurched upward a fifth time, the awesome power of the young man’s mighty bull cock lifting the huge weight nearly to horizontal as it blasted out yet another magnificent slug of nut spew. The fifth wad struck several feet up the wall, as did the sixth, seventh, and eighth massive wads, literally white washing the wall with the young stud’s pearlescent and hyper abundant effluvium. The ninth and tenth wads joined the fourth as they shattered against the wall socket, coating and recoating the plug in more thick and rich ball juice. The eleventh and twelfth gigantic slugs of cum landed just shy of the far wall, and the subsequent five or six steadily diminishing blasts fell further and further from the wall. 

After blasting out nearly 20 mighty slugs of premium ball butter, Myles’ monumental orgasm finally came to an end. Everything in a foot-wide swath from the bound muscle stud to nearly halfway up the far wall as drenched in a thick and gloopy layer of nut sludge, the hardwood floor and stained wall literally hosed down with a colossal deluge of stud cum. In some agony-addled corner of his mind, Myles was immensely proud that his final orgasm had been such a spectacular display of masculine virility. 

The massive weight was once again pulling Myles’ tortured junk toward the floor, and the waffle iron had reached its hottest setting. The young man could feel the thick meat of his manhood cooking and blistering under the intense heat, and he began to sob as he realized that his astounding masculinity would soon be but a memory. 

The enormous slugs of cum on the far wall oozed slowly down the drenched wall, looking like someone had thrown several pints of plain yogurt against the wall. The gelatinous mass moved as slowly as molasses, oozing downward in thick globs and rivers. 

Myles was openly sobbing and begging for mercy, yelling and screaming in the vain hope that someone might hear him and rescue whatever was left of his genitals. But the hapless young stud knew it was no use. The smoke rising from the waffle iron was getting thicker, and Myles knew his oversized junk was probably ruined already. 

Suddenly, sparks began to fly from the socket in the far wall. The young man’s thick baby batter had penetrated into the socket itself and was starting to short out the electrical connection. Black smoke began to issue from the socket, and then after a few more sparks and a very loud “POP!” the circuit burned itself out in a shower of blue sparks and dark grey smoke. 

Myles barely registered the short circuiting of the wall socket, for the already super heated waffle iron continued to scorch his trapped genitals. Even as the heat began to dissipate, the young man thought at first that the ramping down of his pain was only a symptom of his dying and cooking flesh, and it took him a while to realize that the iron had been shut off. He began to sob once more, this time in tremendous relief. He didn’t know if there was anything left of his genitals worth saving, but at least the worst of the pain had ended. 

The young man was still in excruciating pain, however. Not only were his huge cock and massive balls at least half cooked, but he had also finally lost his enormous boner. With his rock hard bull cock becoming soft and spongy once more, his huge balls were forced to take more of the crushing pressure of the waffle iron and constricting chain. As his huge cock deflated, the walls of the waffle iron pressed closer and closer together, until Myles’ limp cock and trembling balls were crushed to a mere one half inch thickness. The agony in his throbbing and nearly bursting balls was extreme, but Myles took solace in the fact that his balls still hurt at all, which meant that at least they were still alive. 

Exhausted by the brutal punishment he had just endured, Myles finally and mercifully passed out from the pain. 

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When Mercedes, Mr. Cooper’s cleaning woman, arrived at the mansion the next morning, she was horrified by the extensive damage she found to the once elegant home. She was stunned into immobility in the front entry, and almost fled the building at once. But she slowly crept farther in, trembling in fear at the vicious destruction she saw everywhere she looked. She screamed when she found the remains of Mr. Fitzy in the sink, and once again almost fled in terror. But some twisted fascination forced her further into the shattered interior of the beautiful home. And it’s a good thing she did, or Myles might have never been rescued. 

Mercedes entered the living room, and at first her mind couldn’t register what she saw. The most stunningly handsome young man she had ever seen in her life was standing, slumped and unconscious, against the far wall, his hands protruding through holes in the wall behind him. The young man was spectacularly muscular, his massive muscles glistening with oil, and completely naked except for a large chain-wrapped waffle iron strapped to his genitals. The young man’s head slowly lifted, and his beautiful blue eyes cracked open. In a hoarse voice, the muscular stud begged the woman for help. Mercedes screamed once again, and this time she did flee the mansion, grabbing her cellphone from her purse and calling 9-1-1 as she did so. 

The police and paramedics arrived some 15 minutes later, and they, too, were initially paralyzed in shock by what they found. They quickly recovered and rushed to the aid of the young man bound to the far wall, releasing the huge stud and rushing him to the hospital. It was only once he arrived there that the medical team finally unwrapped the thick metal chain and opened the waffle iron’s death grip on Myles’ trapped cock and balls. 

The initial sight of the young man’s mangled genitals was horrific. The imprint of the waffle iron was seared into the top and bottom of Myles’ huge cock shaft and pendulous balls. His entire manhood glowed an angry red, with his balls showing significant signs of bruising from bring crushed for so long. The char marks and blisters were the most frightening sight, though, and the damage looked so extensive that the doctors feared they would have to remove the whole set. That fear was even more tragic considering that no one in the operating theater had ever seen a set of cock and balls so unbelievably enormous before. They decided to slather the young man’s genitals in healing ointments, wrap them in bandages, and wait. 

When Myles finally regained consciousness, he gave his statement to the police, telling them every detail of his horrific ordeal, from his party to the invading gang members to his near emasculation at the hands of Mr. Maxwell Cooper. A warrant was issued for the older man’s arrest, and a search began for the biker gang. 

As the days went by, the doctors were amazed at how quickly Myles’ blistered junk was healing. It was clear 24 hours after the incident that the young man’s genitals would survive, and another day or two more before the doctors were convinced that their function would be intact. And just one week after having his genitals crushed and nearly cooked, Myles surprised the doctors yet again when it began to look as if he would heal without any lasting injuries, not even a scar to mark where his oversized goods at nearly been charred to a crisp. 

The court trials that followed were a media sensation. Mr. Cooper was caught trying to flee the country, and he was indicted on multiple counts of aggravated assault and attempted first degree murder. A search of his hillside home also revealed damning evidence that he had killed his brother Vincent and stolen his estate. Maxwell Cooper was found guilty on all charges and sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. 

The biker gang members were quickly caught and tried for felony charges of aggravated assault and destruction of property. Most were sentenced to lengthy prison sentences as punishment for their crimes, with the most severe penalties awarded to the gang member who had so brutally and cruelly killed Mr. Cooper’s cat. 

Perhaps the most surprising outcome of the trials were the damages awarded to young Myles. The young man, who had quickly become a media darling with his stunning good looks, magnificent physique, and star-quality charm and personality, was awarded the entire Cooper estate. Vincent Cooper had no next of kin other than his brother, so there was no one else to inherit his estate. And the extreme brutality of the abuse inflicted on Myles by Maxwell Cooper meant that everything owned by Maxwell would be awarded to the young man. The older man’s estate, combined with the insurance money for the extensive damage inflicted by the biker gang, meant that the young man was wealthy beyond his imagining and set for life. 

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It was a few months after the trial before life began to return to something approaching normal for the young man. The mansion had been fully repaired and furnishings purchased to match the new owner’s tastes, and Myles was growing accustomed to his new life as a wealthy celebrity. But he lacked a purpose and drive, and found himself wondering what he would do next. 

One evening, Myles was cleaning out yet another room of Mr. Cooper’s old possessions when he found a huge collection of Vincent Cooper’s porn films. Out of curiosity, Myles put one of the films in the DVD player, then another, and then another. A light bulb went off in the young man’s head as he watched film after film. There were some seriously good looking and well hung men in these films, but no one that came close to matching Myles’ own combination of dashing good looks, massive muscles, and heroically oversized cock and balls. Myles knew he could make a killing as a porn star, especially with his existing fame from the nationally televised court trials. He also had more than enough capital to start his own porn company, reviving Vincent’s old business. 

Myles smiled as he watched yet another porn film, his huge cock lurching in his shorts and his balls beginning to churn. He knew that he would soon become the greatest porn star that the industry had ever seen!