Samson and Delilah

Here is the next in my series of reworked stories that were originally written by Robert Moon. It's a long story about the mighty Samson, and it's broken into a dozen chapters. The massively muscular hero has the stuffing beaten out of his balls (and worse!) time and time again, and then finally faces his impending destruction at the hands of the evil Emperor.

Enjoy! :)

Samson and Delilah

Based on the original story by Robert Moon (“Lunatrick”) 

Nothing is sacred in this narrative about the misadventures of the virile Samson. The tortured stud takes it all and dishes it out in the end.

Prologue

The Emperor was outraged by the latest exploits of Samson. Too many times had Samson been the undoing of his evil plans. Common citizens adored the strapping young hero; therefore, the Emperor despised him. Samson's incredible strength and unsurpassed skill as a warrior were well known across the land. What wasn't well known was Samson's secret weakness. Using a well-placed accomplice, the Emperor was preparing a most unwelcome surprise for the young, muscled hero.

Chapter 1 – A Dalliance with Delilah

Delilah welcomed the handsome Samson into her tent, his enormously bulging muscles glistening with manly sweat and a heady musk that soon filled the tent. After eating a full meal and telling Delilah of his latest victory over the Emperor's soldiers, Samson retired to the bath to cleanse himself. Delilah removed the tunic from his mammoth frame and admired his nakedness - his beautiful, masculine face framed by thick, dark brown hair; his mighty shoulders and arms, strong enough to defeat a regiment of men; his magnificent, mountainous chest with its thick thatch of dark hair, deep valley between the enormous pecs, and peaked nipples topping each glorious mound of muscle; the slender waist and corrugated belly, with a whisper of hair starting just below the navel; tree-trunk thighs with enough power to support many times Samson's own weight; massive and perfectly proportioned calves which complemented the thighs; the deep ridge running down his awesome back, between his thick shoulder blades and into the crevice separating the beautiful round buttocks. 

And yet the most impressive of Samson’s attributes was his extraordinary set of genitalia. His thick penis hung halfway down those muscular thighs when completely limp, a mighty slab of man meat rivaling that of the most hugely hung horse. His balls, churning with super-human quantities of his virile male seed, were so large it took two hands to hold just one of them, and were so heavy that the thick ball sack stretched low from the weight of the twin eggs cradled within. His groin and balls were covered with thick, dark pubic hair, making them look even more masculine and virile. 

Delilah had spent many nights with the handsome young Samson thrusting his huge cock inside of her, bringing Delilah to erotic ecstasy over and over again. Tonight would be no different. After bathing Samson, they both retired to her bed chamber. 

Delilah prepared wine while Samson stretched out in bed, his massive, masculine, and awesomely muscular body finally relaxing. Samson sipped on the wine as Delilah slowly massaged his legs, belly, and chest. Delilah's sensual touch aroused the hero, and his huge penis began to engorge, swelling fatter and longer, pushing the outer limits of possible size. Samson gulped down the remaining wine as Delilah lowered her face into his groin. There she began licking the shaft and head of that magnificent cock, which was quickly swelling to its incredible full length and awesome girth. 

Samson spread his legs apart, exposing his big furry ball sack to Delilah. As she continued to lick Samson's penis, her hands reached into the dark mass of hair and began fondling the hot, heavy balls. Samson's breathing was becoming heavier, and his cock continued to harden and swell. Delilah enjoyed the feel of smooth, hot skin on her tongue and the pulsing, meaty, incredibly hairy balls overflowing her hands. 

Samson was starting to rhythmically lift his buttocks off the bed as Delilah continued her skillful fondling and licking of his quivering genitals. Delilah paused long enough to drink some wine, letting it dribble onto Samson's glistening cock. She quickly placed the cock head at her lips, stretching her mouth wide and letting the huge mushroomed tip force its way into her wine-filled mouth. Samson was moaning in ecstasy as Delilah closed her lips tightly around the shaft, licking the trapped cock head over and over. Still keeping her lips locked on the penis, Delilah gently blew on the cock, forcing the wine in her mouth into the piss slit. Samson could feel the sweet, warm wine flowing into his shaft and began moaning in pleasure. The thick tube running along the underside of his shaft was soon bulging with the wine. Delilah stopped blowing, letting the wine return into her mouth. 

She loved the taste of the wine, which was now mixed with Samson's salty pre-cum. Over and over she expelled more wine into Samson's dick, letting it spew back into her mouth, each time tasting saltier and thicker as it was diluted with more and more of his ball dribblings. Delilah enjoyed this foreplay, as it always provided a taste of things to come. 

Samson was panting heavily from the repeated "wine orgasms" that Delilah was giving him. She finally swallowed the last of the pre-cum flavored wine and began sucking on the cock head, reclaiming as much wine as she could from Samson's rock hard penis. Samson placed his hands on Delilah's head, forcing her down. Delilah was able to take the entirety of the enormous rod completely in her mouth and down her throat, her expert skill allowing her to cram nearly a foot and a half of the thickest, beefiest cock in the world down her throat. Her nose nestled in his pubic hair and her chin forced his huge bull balls to either side of their sack. His cock head probed deep into her throat over and over as she slid her mouth up and down the monstrous girth of his penis. 

No one else, man or woman, had ever managed to take all of Samson’s monstrous penis into any orifice before Delilah, and he doubted that he would ever meet anyone else who would equal her unparalleled skill. 

Samson began thrusting his hips and grunting loudly. He pulled his knees up slightly, cradling her body between both mighty, shaking thighs. Delilah stopped moving her head, instead letting Samson push his huge dick in and out of her mouth. His meaty, hairy buttocks clenched and relaxed with each thrust. Delilah buried her hands inside his thick pubic bush. Grabbing as much of a ball as she could in each hand, she began squeezing them with considerable strength. Samson's thrusting sped up, for he was enjoying the feeling of his virility being ravaged by a woman. Like milking a cow, Delilah continued to forcefully knead Samson's massive sperm-makers, squeezing them as hard as she could. With any other man, she would have feared that such powerful squeezing would pop a man’s balls and ruin him forever, but she knew that Samson’s behemoth balls were made of stern stuff indeed, and could in fact endure far worse than a mere woman could ever inflict. In fact, if the fantastical stories about Samson and his exploits were true, Samson’s mighty balls were as indestructible as the rest of his gloriously muscular body. 

Samson was almost yelling with pleasure as he thrust his penis down Delilah's throat. His balls were being squeezed to the point of delicious pain. Delilah could feel the manly orbs tighten. She could taste the pre-cum spurting from his cock. He was close to coming, so she clamped down on his balls, squeezing the huge manly orbs with all her might. Samson let out a loud short grunt as he began to spew a huge load of his sperm into Delilah's eager mouth. The hot man seed coated and recoated her throat as Samson grunted and groaned, thrusting his shaft deeply inside her mouth. Delilah's grip on his ball sack was relentless; she was trying to force every drop of Samson's virile juices from the engorged orbs. Samson’s mighty orgasm went on and on, blasting wad after massive wad into Delilah’s belly, spewing forth more cum in each wad than a normal man could produce in a week. 

Finally, Samson quit thrusting, his legs locked rock hard and quivering, bulging majestically with huge muscles, his muscular buttocks clenched tightly together. Delilah continued pressing her fingers together as Samson gulped for air and grunted over and over. More of the salty, thick liquid erupted from her muscular lover's penis as she milked his manly balls of their masculine cargo. Samson was lost in a heady mixture of pleasure and pain as the last load of sperm was squeezed out of him. Delilah gulped down the last of his man seed and licked the mighty shaft clean before finally letting go of his aching balls. 

Sitting up between the spasming legs, she watched Samson's massive chest heaving as he gasped for air. A smile was on his face, as the pleasure and pain of his orgasm began to fade away. The ache in his ball sack felt good and kept his penis hard. Delilah got up and fetched more wine. Besides Samson's legendary strength, he also possessed extraordinary sexual prowess. Their love making session was just beginning. 

Delilah refilled their goblets and Samson quenched his thirst with several drinks of the sweet wine. Taking her own goblet, Delilah poured wine on Samson's magnificent chest and rock hard belly. She spread it around his torso, playfully fingering his navel and teasing his big erect nipples. Samson was getting aroused again, his enormous manhood rising straight up above his hairy balls. Delilah ran her fingers through his thick hair, drawing his handsome head to her own and kissing him deeply, feeling his dark, rough stubble against her porcelain skin. She then inched slowly down his body, lapping up the sticky sweet wine from his torso. Delilah then turned and straddled his waist, facing his feet. Samson's huge penis was jutting up right in front of her vagina as she sat on his hard belly, looking down at his glorious manhood. 

Samson reached around and grabbed her ample breasts with each hand. As he fondled her, she squatted up over the tip of his penis, slowly sitting down on it. The flared head pushed against her as she tried to relax and let it enter her body. Bit by bit she sank, the massive cock working into her, filling her with its hardness and warmth. Samson continued to massage her breasts and admire the sight of his long, thick shaft disappearing inside Delilah's exquisite body. Delilah was panting when she finally was sitting on Samson's groin, his penis completely engulfed inside her vagina. 

As the pain in her groin turned to an erotic warmth, she put her hands on Samson's hands, helping him massage her bosom. Delilah looked down between her legs, marveling in the sight of her vagina stretched wide by the girth of Samson's meaty shaft. As she sat impaled on the hot, rigid penis, she reached down and once again began kneading Samson's hairy vessels of manhood. Samson watched Delilah's back as she tortured his virile balls once again. He could see her shoulder muscles contract and relax with every squeeze of his scrotum. Delilah started moving slowly up and down on his penis. The feeling was exquisite for both lovers. Delilah loved the feeling of Samson's shaft rubbing deep inside her. Between the tight warmth sliding up and down his cock and the increasing pain in his balls, Samson was in heaven. 

As Delilah quickened her pace, sliding faster and faster on the hot shaft, Samson arched his mighty back, lifting his buttocks off the bed. Delilah's knees left the bed and her legs straightened out, as Samson pushed his groin higher. Letting go of her breasts, Samson put his arms out on the bed, stabilizing his body. Samson's face was contorted with pleasure. His shoulders, arms, and feet alone supported the weight of both his and Delilah's bodies. Delilah was able to stand spread-legged on the bed, straddling the magnificently arched body of Samson beneath her. 

With his cock impaled inside her, Samson slowly relaxed down and thrust back up. Delilah was in ecstasy with every stroke. Again and again Samson would relax his back and knees, withdrawing from underneath Delilah before arching upwards again, forcing the thick, meaty penis into her. As Samson's thrusting increased, he would lift Delilah completely off the bed, her legs hanging in the air, totally impaled by his penis. As he reversed his thrust, her feet would rest on the bed, allowing him to slide most of the way out of her before repeating it all over. Without releasing her grip, Delilah would pull Samson's ball sack down and then up again, regulating Samson's thrusting. She was moaning from pleasure with each thrust. Samson groaned and grunted as he arched his body up and down in response to Delilah's tugging on his balls. When she pulled his ball sack up, she would squeeze the orbs together, causing Samson to gasp. Likewise, when she pulled his balls straight down against he clenched butt cheeks, she would mash them hard against his rock hard buttocks. Delilah was determined to mash all the ball juice from Samson and fill her womb, for she secretly wanted to bear his child. 

Samson loved the feeling of having his balls crushed by a woman, since no mortal man could harm him due to his incredible strength. The thought of Delilah squeezing his huge globes of life excited him. The fate of his masculinity literally rested in her hands. The excruciating pain that Delilah was inflicting on his virility, his well of manhood, brought Samson closer and closer to orgasm. 

Delilah tightened her grip on Samson's manly orbs as he thrust his body faster. Once again, Delilah could feel his balls hardening, a sure sign that his orgasm was near. Finally, as Samson relaxed the arch in his back and legs, Delilah swung the full ball sack down and back, into the crack between Samson's semi-relaxed buttocks. As Samson thrust upward, he clenched his buttocks together. His own strength surprised him as waves of pain washed over his groin and balls. Samson was crushing his virile balls between his own mighty buttocks with each upward thrust. The pain felt so good, he began thrusting even more quickly. Delilah kept her hands underneath his butt to prevent the huge balls from escaping the grinding butt muscles. Samson was in a state of pure animal excitement. His fat balls stayed wedged in the tight ass crack. The mighty clenching of his buttocks inflicted unimaginable pain upon his humongous pair of sperm makers, and the bull-sized balls were quickly succumbing to the pressure. 

Even so, the intense hurting was like an intoxicant to Samson. He began fantasizing that his pounding buttocks would burst his balls wide open like ripened oversized grapes. Unable to control himself, he increased the speed of his thrusting motions. Finally, his trapped and nearly crushed balls released their seed in an explosive orgasm. Delilah could feel the hot jets of sperm shooting deep inside of her vagina. Each thrust sent more of the hot, white liquid blasting out of Samson's throbbing penis, coating and lubricating it and increasing the sensations of Delilah's vagina on it. Samson was making wild grunting yelps as he continued to uncontrollably spasm inside Delilah. Every spasm sent a thunderbolt of pain through Samson's loins as his balls were rhythmically crushed by his own body. Finally, Samson arched his back up one last time, sending the last remnants of his spectacular load into Delilah’s body, the thick man juice literally erupting from his penis. His legs and chest shook as he remained locked in the arch with Delilah sitting on his crotch, her legs dangling over either side of his hips. His buttocks strained, increasing the agony he felt in his man sack. As his legs began to shake, Delilah reached between the quivering thighs and pulled the tortured ball sack from between Samson's butt cheeks. Samson collapsed back onto the bed, leaving Delilah standing and empty. His cock was red and shiny with his white seed. He had spewed goblets full of his male juices in that last orgasm. 

While Samson moaned and gasped for air, Delilah knelt down between his legs. Examining the sweaty scrotum, she could see that no permanent damage had been done. Samson’s huge, beefy balls had once again proved that they were every bit as strong and invincible as the rest of his awesome physique. Both of his balls were completely intact, though certainly drained of their spectacular virility for the time being. Delilah knew from extensive experience, however, that the mighty hero’s gigantic nuts would even now be working overtime to quickly refill with their precious cargo. 

Delilah now laid herself face down on top of the exhausted hero. She gently guided his softening penis inside her vagina, relishing in its warm, sticky fullness. They kissed passionately for nearly an hour until Samson finally fell into a deep sleep. This deep sleep was partly due to the intense lovemaking and ball draining, but also partly due to the potion that Delilah had put in Samson's wine. The potion that the Emperor's Priestess had given to her earlier that same day. Delilah had begun to worry that the potion would have no effect on the muscular giant, but even the mighty Samson proved to not be immune to its sleep-inducing effects. 

Now Delilah could carry out the Emperor's orders safely. With some regret, Delilah climbed off Samson's now soft penis. Arranging his head comfortably on the pillow, she gazed at his achingly handsome features for some time. Samson was in a deep, drugged sleep, and she had no fear of him waking up. 

Chapter 2 – Delilah Betrays Samson

The Emperor had given Delilah specific instructions to find and capitalize on Samson's solitary weakness. And the previous night, Samson had finally confided in her. Now she would violate Samson’s trust by exposing his weakness to the Emperor. 

Quickly entering the bath, she retrieved a short knife used for shaving and returned to the bed. The unconscious, massively muscled body of Samson lay spread-eagled on the bed, glimmering with his incredible power in the flickering candlelight. Delilah drank in his spectacular masculine beauty for several long moments, and then went to work on her massive lover. 

Sitting on the bed, she poured some scented oil onto the groin of Samson. She worked the oil into his pubic bush until all the hair from his navel to his balls was drenched. Next, taking the knife, she began scraping the hair off from between his legs. Working down his body, she removed the hair below his navel. Then moving into the thick pubic hair around the base of his shaft, she carefully scraped and cut the thick matted hair away. The oil lubricated the blade and protected Samson's pale skin as his masculine hair was slowly and deliberately removed. Scraping upwards, the hair at the top of Samson's inner thighs was removed next. Delilah laid Samson's thick penis along his belly, stretching well past his navel even when completely soft, keeping the massive organ out of the way as she shaved the remaining hair from his groin. 

More and more tufts of thick pubic hair were piled on the bed as Delilah gently trimmed away Samson's manly hair. With some effort, Delilah grabbed each of his ankles and lifted them up and over until his thighs were resting on his chest. Using her own scarves as rope, Delilah tied Samson's knees to either side of his head. Samson was now flat on his back with his legs doubled up on his chest, unable to move. Delilah now had unobstructed access to Samson's balls and the crevise between his buttocks. Once again, she began a careful scraping on the underside of his ball sack, trimming all the pubic hair below the heavy vessels of manhood. Next, she removed the thick wisps of dark hair that were hiding around his anus. 

Finally, Delilah began shaving the thick hair off of the mighty globes of his behemoth balls. Samson’s massive balls fascinated the beautiful concubine, and she took her time in shaving the thick, curly hair from the enormous gonads, lovingly fondling and caressing the spectacularly oversized orbs as she did so. 

Once Delilah had removed every last hair from his groin, she washed him clean and stood back to admire her handiwork. The mighty Samson lay unconscious before her, his massive legs up, knees tied to his head, and his huge, temporarily depleted balls fully exposed. His pubic hair completely gone, and he now looked like a hugely muscled and enormously endowed child. 

Delilah summoned the Emperor, who had been waiting in hiding with a legion of his best guards just beyond the outskirts of Samson’s camp. The Emperor and his guards quickly entered the bed chamber to claim his prize. Delilah had done an excellent job. She told the Emperor how she had learned that Samson's super-human strength came from his hair - his pubic hair to be exact. Now that Delilah had tricked Samson and removed the source of his strength, the Emperor was no longer threatened by this handsome hero. 

The Emperor now had what he wanted, and Delilah wanted to make sure she got what she wanted in return. The Emperor assured her that Samson would sire her baby. He would be forced to orgasm inside her as many times as was necessary - a task the guards would surely look forward to assisting with. A delighted Delilah retired to a corner of the tent as the Emperor stepped forward to more closely inspect his new prisoner. 

The Emperor ordered Samson awakened. A guard threw water on the helpless warrior. Sputtering, Samson awoke, struggling to free himself from his own bondage. It was useless. With every stroke of her knife, Delilah had removed his incredible strength along with his pubic hair. Samson was helpless, robbed of his strength and dignity. Samson writhed vainly to free himself from the bindings while the Emperor watched in gloating satisfaction. The muscular stud looked like a whore as he lay on his back with his bound legs up in the air and his freshly shaved privates on lewd display. 

Proclaiming that Samson had violated many of the Emperor’s laws, the Emperor declared that a violation of Samson was in order. With that, the Emperor removed a sword from its leather sheath. Using the broadside of the pliant leather sheath, he began beating Samson's exposed ball sack with considerable force. Each whack made the bound hero yelp in pain, and caused his huge, naked balls to bounce in their newly hairless sack. His powerless muscles tightened. Over and over, the Emperor struck the bulging, naked orbs. Each ball jerked around inside Samson's thick scrotum, the agony building with each impact. 

Delilah pointed out that Samson's huge penis was getting harder. The Emperor stopped and gazed down between the humiliated Samson's legs. Indeed, Samson was oozing pre-cum from his lengthening cock. Despite his best efforts, Samson could not control the erotic feelings resulting from the Emperor's brutal thrashing of his balls. The Emperor decided to cease the painful pleasure on him and inflict a less pleasurable act. Taking the leather sheath, he placed the blunt tip against Samson's anus. With a firm shove, the Emperor slid the sheath up inside of Samson's butt. The muscled body convulsed on the bed. He had never been violated like this - like a woman. The Emperor slid the sheath in and out of Samson's butt, declaring that Samson's humiliation was his greatest triumph. Tears came to Samson's eyes as he was forced into feminine submission. The long leather sheath poked and prodded deep inside Samson. He tried with all his might to expel the intruder. The rough leather tugged on the rim of his anus, puckering it in then out. At last, the sheath was removed. Samson's precious anal virginity had been lost forever. 

Chapter 3 – Samson is taken to the Emperor’s Palace

The amused guards were commanded to cut Samson free from his bindings. Too weak to stand, Samson’s mighty form was held by the wrists and enormous biceps by two large guards and dragged into the night. 

The next day, amid great fanfare, his naked body was displayed to everyone in the capital as he was hauled through the streets towards the palace. His great balls bounced and jostled about, no longer hidden by his pubic hair - the source of his great strength and protector of his awesome manliness. The meaty shaft of his flaccid penis swung back and forth with each step, slapping into his balls, inflicting yet more pain to the already bruised orbs. 

Still, his abused and exhausted balls were already producing more and more male seed, swiftly refilling his vast well of virility. As the guards struggled to support Samson's weakened muscular body, his balls collided repeatedly with one meaty thigh then the other, sending dull aches into his belly and ball sack. Samson moaned from the pain. His balls were no longer cushioned by the thick growth of coarse, dense hair. They were now exposed and vulnerable. Every slap of his balls against a thigh or his penis sent a shudder of pain through Samson. His cock began to harden, and pre-cum once again began leaking from his cock head, leaving a sticky trail in the dirt. 

Onlookers gasped in horror at the sight of their hero being led through the streets, his now-smooth genitalia bared for all to see and his monstrously aroused horse cock throbbing before him like some fearsome weapon. Samson's symbol of virility, masculinity, and power was gone, scraped off by Delilah's treacherous blade. He had been reduced from an invincible man to a feeble boy. The Emperor had made his mark on the body of Samson by removing his pubic hair. 

Delilah followed the guards, smiling to herself as she imagined all the treasures the Emperor would bestow upon her. She giggled at the thought of using Samson's magnificent body as a breeding bull. Delilah could hardly wait for more of Samson's hot, sticky, virile seed to erupt into her womb.

Chapter 4 – Samson is Humiliated Before the Emperor’s Court

Upon reaching the palace, Samson was dropped unceremoniously into the center of the main audience hall. The Emperor's court had assembled and was jeering at and taunting the defeated hero. Samson tried to cover his nakedness, but was too weak to move, and his massive balls and engorged cock were too big to hide anyway, even with hands as massive as Samson’s. The muscle-bound hero lay on his back in pitiful exhaustion as the spectators continued their ridicule. 

The Emperor addressed everyone, telling them of Delilah's deception, the shaving of Samson's pubic hair, and how he had deflowered Samson's anus. As the audience laughed and clapped, one of the Emperor's soldiers was summoned to the hall. The Emperor explained that Samson had brought terror to his soldiers and they would soon repay the favor. 

The soldier walked up to where Samson lay. Delilah joined them and began removing the soldier’s tunic. He was a large, thickly muscled, stocky man, with handsome, rugged features and dark blond hair. His thick, muscular chest was covered with dark hair, which tapered down across his firm belly. Fine dark hair covered both his muscular legs, joined by the thick garden of pubic hair from which his ample penis and large balls hung. Though the big, handsome soldier paled in comparison to Samson’s awesome size and beauty, he was still a spectacular example of masculinity and clearly the second-most mighty man in the entire chamber. 

Delilah started using her skills as a seductress to quickly arouse the handsome and proud soldier. She stroked his thick manhood to a full erection while fondling the large balls squirming in their sack. Though ample when soft, the handsome young soldier’s cock was truly huge when hard, though no rival for Samson’s own mammoth cock. Adding some oil to the thick shaft, Delilah began pumping the soldier’s huge hardened cock with all her might. The soldier began groaning as Delilah smiled at Samson. She kissed the big oily cock head, causing the soldier to shudder with delight. Samson could only watch as his lover continued to excite the soldier. Delilah ran her fingers through the thick pubic hairs, gently pulling them aside so Samson could glimpse the large sweating balls hidden within. 

With one foot, the soldier rolled Samson's massively muscled body onto his stomach. Delilah knelt down, straddling Samson's lower back. She reached up and gently guided the soldier’s throbbing penis down. The soldier dropped to his knees between Samson's spread legs. His big oily penis hovered just above the valley between Samson's massively muscled buttocks. Delilah leaned backwards, using Samson's body as a bed. Samson and Delilah lay back to back, Samson's upturned buttocks jutting out from between Delilah's spread legs. The soldier crouched over Samson and Delilah, placing his hands on either side of Samson's broad shoulders. Burying his face between Delilah's breasts, the soldier began kissing the smooth bosom. Delilah continued guiding the rock hard penis forward. Samson could feel the hot, hard shaft resting along the crevise of his butt. Slowly the soldier slid upward towards Delilah's vagina. 

At the last moment, Delilah pushed the rigid cock downward. Samson felt the oily member push between his tight buttocks. He pleaded for them to stop, but Delilah whispered that he was to be raped as a woman. The soldier’s hot cock head slid up and down between Samson's huge buttocks, searching for his manly opening. Samson clenched his teeth when the penis found its target. The huge, slick head pressed hard against his anus before popping in. Samson grunted as more of the thick shaft entered his body. While kissing and licking Delilah's breasts, the soldier began forcefully pumping his penis in and out of Samson's ass. Heat and pain spread through Samson's butt as the hairy soldier assaulted the helpless hero. He could feel the soldier's pubic hair mashing into his buttocks with every thrust. And as the soldier’s large ball sack swung back and forth, it collided with Samson's huge defenseless balls, shooting even more pain into his body. 

The audience watched in awed silence as the spectacle unfolded before them. The sounds of Samson's painful moans, the slurping of a well oiled penis thrusting in and out of a tight muscular hole, the slapping of one massive ball sack hitting an even larger one, and the soldier's groans of rapture echoed off the walls. Delilah ran her hands along the soldier’s back, urging him on. Every impact on Samson's naked balls caused his own penis to stiffen. Samson could feel the sticky clear juice beginning to leak from his cock head. Fortunately, his penis was trapped between his belly and the stone floor, out of sight, at least saving him the embarrassment of having the crowd see how aroused his cock had become from his own rape. 

As the tortuous rape intensified, Samson's moans became more lustful. The virile soldier’s huge heavy balls were beating Samson's mighty orbs to the limits of pain. Hearing the change in Samson's moans, Delilah immediately realized what was happening. She deftly slid out from between the soldier and Samson. Ignoring her absence, the soldier continued his relentless attack on Samson's muscular anus. Delilah positioned the soldier’s hands on Samson's hips. The soldier lifted Samson's body off the floor until Samson was on hands and knees. Without missing a beat, the soldier, now kneeling upright behind him, continued to thrust in and out of Samson's loosening anus. No longer restrained by the floor, Samson's balls swung forward, striking his groin before swinging backwards to be slammed again by the soldier’s own swinging ball sack. The erotic throbbing in his hairless scrotum caused Samson's mighty penis to arc forward, parallel to the floor. 

The audience watched in disgust as Samson's penis swelled even larger and more erect. The fallen hero was obviously being excited by being plowed by another man. Despite Samson's revulsion of having another man's penis inside of him, the constant rubbing on his prostate was pushing his sexual arousal to new dizzying heights. Clear pre-cum was dribbling from the end of his penis in a nearly continuous as the soldier's thrusting intensified. 

Delilah, knowing that the unrelenting smacking of Samson's balls was the primary reason for his erection, decided to add more humiliation to his rape. She crawled beneath Samson's heaving belly and looked up at his fat, drooling penis. Watching his manly eggs tossing back and forth, she reached up and caught them. After the evening's earlier massive orgasms, Samson's balls had shrunk just enough for Delilah to get her hands wrapped around both orbs. She fondled the smooth, hairless ball sack, enjoying the unusual sensation. She could feel his male seed makers constricting as they prepared to purge a fresh load. Samson uttered a long, low moan as Delilah began forcing her hands together, trapping his aching and beaten balls with increasing pressure. Intense pain radiated into his loins. 

Samson was helpless as the soldier began to grunt and bury his penis deeper inside his aching butt. The soldier's body started to spasm as he unloaded torrents of sperm deep inside Samson's ass. The hot male juices flowed within Samson, coating the recesses of Samson's anus and the soldier’s hard penis. Delilah pressed harder on Samson's agonized balls. The incredible ache running through his scrotum finally pushed Samson over the edge. 

Samson’s balls began to unleash a monstrous load of his powerful seed. It spasmed out of his penis, shooting out onto the floor and Delilah's face and body in seemingly never ending thick streams of cum. The members of the court watched in disbelief and amazement at the sheer volume of spunk that Samson was blasting forth from his quivering cock, and yet the orgasm continued with no end in sight. Delilah maintained the crushing pressure, forcing his orbs to cough up their remaining juices. Spurt after huge spurt of white liquid continued to erupt from Samson's cock head. 

At last, the liquid slowed and thinned to a clear consistency. Samson's vessels of manhood had finally been drained of their contents. The exhausted soldier slowly pulled out of Samson's butt, his penis coated with his own slimy juices. Huge amounts of the soldier’s salty, thick cream oozed from Samson's anus, running down the back of his huge, naked ball sack and onto Delilah's clenched hands. When Delilah released her grip, Samson's scrotum was almost wrinkled and baggy, and his slightly shrunken and temporarily empty balls rested in agony at the bottom of the hairless sack. 

Delilah slid out from underneath Samson and cleaned his sticky seed from her face and hands. The soldier released his hold on Samson's hips, sending the raped hero crashing into the floor. The audience applauded wildly as the soldier raised his hands in victory. He had been the first to satisfy himself with Samson as he would with a woman. Reveling at the sight of Samson lying trembling in a pool of sperm, the soldier rose to his feet and walked into the crowd. The Emperor was satisfied with the conquest of Samson's manliness, and the muscular soldier would be very handsomely rewarded. 

Samson sobbed quietly as his drained and aching balls convulsed sporadically. Guards lifted his raped body and began dragging him to the prisoner cages. The crowd parted to let them pass. Samson’s spectacularly muscular physique was liberally coated with his own male juices. Samson's scrotum was sticky with the soldier's sperm, which was still leaking from between his firm and muscular buttocks. The mighty hero's disgrace was complete. He was dropped inside a large cage, which was chained shut, and left alone to fall into a much-needed slumber.

Chapter 5 – Samson becomes a stud horse for Delilah, and is forced into hard labor

For the next few days, Samson was displayed like some sort of caged wild animal. The Emperor took great delight in telling and retelling the story of Samson's capture and rape. 

Samson's naked groin was examined and shaved daily by the High Priestess. As expected, within an amazingly brief period of time, Samson's enormous balls were once again engorged with his manly sperm. His ball sack grew heavy with the weight of the juice-swollen orbs, and within days, Samson’s balls were painfully engorged with sperm, visibly swollen even larger than their normal gargantuan size. The mighty warrior had rarely allowed his balls to go unpurged for so long, and the congestion in his huge bloated nuts was very painful. 

After three days of being on display, Samson was brought back to the dungeons. Once there, Samson was escorted under heavy guard every other day to Delilah's sumptuous bedchamber and shackled with heavy chains. Here, Delilah exercised her almost limitless techniques for bringing the reluctant hero to orgasm. His sexual appetite was insatiable when his huge meaty balls were abused, and abused they quickly became. The exquisite pain that Delilah would inflict on them always brought intense, earth-shattering orgasms from Samson. Time and time again all throughout the night, he unloaded mighty wads of his sperm into Delilah's womb, grunting and groaning as he was repeatedly raped of his powerful, plentiful seed. 

On the days he didn't spend with Delilah, Samson was made to perform demeaning and grueling manual labor. Even with the hair shorn from his groin, Samson was stronger than any other man alive, and the Emperor used this strength to the fullest. Often, Samson  would be forced haul a massive pair of iron buckets on a huge yoke, each filled with over a hundred gallons of water, making dozens of long trips each day between the royal well and the palace cistern. 

On other occasions, the 40 or so prisoners that turned the massive stone wheel used for grinding grains would be removed, and Samson would be forced to turn the mighty wheel himself, his massive muscles bulging with the effort. The guards would often spur Samson along by striking their whips against his massive, naked, low-hanging balls, causing tremendous pain to the muscular young hero. This testicular abuse would frequently keep Samson’s massive cock in a constant state of hardness, and the guards would place bets on whether they could make the mighty stud cum just by whipping his great balls. Very quickly, the guards learned to bet not on IF Samson would cum, but HOW MANY times he would cum. After a day at the wheel, the circular dirt track would often have been churned into mud from Samson’s many forced ejaculations. 

Occasionally, a group of soldiers or guards would be allowed to pleasure themselves in Samson's ass. He had become the palace whore for many of the men. They always enjoyed spewing their masculine juices into the mighty and hugely muscular form of Samson. And all were curious about Samson's huge, smooth genitals. Sometimes the men would grope Samson's hairless penis and scrotum, much to the handsome young warrior’s disgust, fondling the great genitals and abusing his titanic testicles. 

Chapter 6 – Delilah becomes jealous and has a showdown with the High Priestess, with horrific consequences for young Samson

Over time, the High Priestess' visits to check on Samson’s health and well being became more frequent, much to the annoyance of Delilah. The beautiful High Priestess was always very gentle with the mighty warrior, particularly with the daily shaving of his muscular crotch and copious genitals, and Delilah's jealousy intensified with each passing day, for she believed the Priestess was gaining Samson's affections. The Emperor finally intervened when he tired of hearing the two women fighting over Samson. 

The Emperor ordered both Delilah and the High Priestess to join him in the palace. Samson was brought in and tied to a large granite column, his mighty, muscular arms secured above his head by massive iron chains. The Emperor decreed that Samson would pay the price for causing the conflict between Delilah and the Priestess. While both women watched, a metal urn of glowing coals was placed on the floor beside Samson. The blade of a long, thin knife rested on top of the coals, its metal glowing a dull orange. The Emperor ordered Samson blinded, so he could no longer gaze upon the beauty of the two women. Samson struggled vainly to escape, his great muscles bulging heroically against the mighty chains. Guards held his handsome head immobile and forced his eyelids open. 

The High Priestess was instructed to carry out the punishment. She reluctantly grasped the glowing knife by the handle and held it in front of Samson's face. When Samson began begging for mercy, a cloth was forced into his mouth to silence him. The Priestess gazed into Samson's beautiful eyes as she quietly apologized for the violent act that she was about to commit. 

Then turning to Delilah and the Emperor, the High Priestess explained that if she could not possess Samson, no one should. She turned back to Samson and, using her free hand, grabbed his enormous, sperm-filled ball sack, pulling it safely away from between his columnar legs. In one swift move, she plunged the glowing blade directly into the side of his scrotum, easily piercing the sack and both immense balls with the red-hot dagger. 

Samson's mighty vessels of manhood were skewered on the hot knife, causing Samson to throw his handsome head back and bellow in unimaginable agony. His huge scrotum was illuminated from within as the glowing metal began to boil away Samson's sperm. The searing pain was so intense, Samson's gigantic penis stiffened almost instantly, and huge boiling globs of sperm began to erupt from Samson's erect shaft. His spontaneous orgasm intensified as his meaty balls themselves began to dissolve under the intense heat. The searing-hot man juice burned his penis like lava as it flowed out his thick cum tube and over the massive, fist-sized cock head. 

The Priestess withdrew the knife almost as quickly as she had inserted it. Thanks to the high temperature, the slits in either side of Samson's scrotum sealed up, cauterized by the heat of the blade and locking his mortally wounded balls in their sack. Samson mercifully blacked out from the pain as soon as the High Priestess removed the blade, hanging limply from the ropes like some massive slab of beef even as massive gouts of scalding man juice continued to erupt from the thick, rock hard penis. 

Staring in utter disbelief, everyone could not believe what just happened. Delilah fainted dead away at the sight of the skewering of her mighty lover's gargantuan bull balls and seeing his virile liquids boiling away forever. 

Using the still hot knife, the Priestess slashed through the ropes that bound Samson to the column. The huge, unconscious man fell into the guards’ arms, and before anyone else could recover or react, the High Priestess quickly ordered Samson to be moved to her own private chambers. 

Once the mighty warrior had been dragged from the room, the Emperor stood quietly, looking at the huge steaming puddles of cooling sperm on the marble floor, and smiled cruelly to himself. Seeing Samson’s massive testicles harpooned by a jealous woman seemed a the fitting destruction of the super-human virility of his hated arch nemesis. The Emperor then left the audience chamber, leaving the remaining guards to rouse the unconscious and still form of Delilah. 

Chapter 7 – A wounded Samson is nursed back to health by the beautiful Priestess

Back in the High Priestess' chamber, the mighty Samson was laid out spread-eagled on a large stone table, his wrists and ankles bound to each corner by heavy iron manacles. A square stone tile was placed on the table between Samson's knees. It was turned diagonally and slid into place, acting like a wedge, forcing Samson's heavy thighs further apart. His genitals were gently set on top of the tile, elevating them for easy access. Samson's mule-sized penis lay across the top of his ball sack while huge hot clumps of fused sperm still oozed and burped from the blistered cock head. 

Quickly gathering an assortment of medicinal herbs, ointments, and salves, the Priestess began rubbing the healing potions onto Samson's injured scrotum and penis. She stroked Samson's penis, spreading the medicine over the entire shaft. Starting at the base of his cock, she pressed her thumbs into its thick underbelly. Working her way towards the cock head, she squeezed the fat tube that still carried the remnants of Samson's final, scorching orgasm. A steady flow of congealed man juices bubbled out of Samson's piss slit, pooling on the stone tile. When the shaft was emptied of the jellied male seed, the Priestess laid it over onto Samson's hairy, corrugated belly, out of the way. 

She proceeded to apply generous amounts of herbal balm to the recently speared ball sack. Using her fingers, she gently pressed on the clean-shaven sack, being careful not to open the knife wounds. As she traced the outlines of the skewered, quivering balls, she was relieved to discover that they were not totally destroyed. In fact, they were far from it, as it appeared that the vast majority of their immense bulk had been undamaged by the searing hot knife. But though they were still of the prodigious proportions that would make a prize stud bull jealous, Samson's once-bloated balls no longer strained to contain their enormous volumes of sperm. 

The Priestess boiled a flask of her healing potion over a small flame. Various herbs were dissolved into the mixture. The strange brew was then poured into a goatskin bag and set aside to cool. Removing a marsh reed from a pot of boiling water, she gently dried it off. The hollow-tubed plant was now soft and flexible. She trimmed the ends off until she had a section that was as long as her forearm and no larger in diameter than her little finger. 

Hearing Samson start to awaken, she returned to the table. The dazed warrior twisted weakly on the hard stone table. The Priestess caressed his face and told him not to worry. The medicinal salve coating his genitalia produced a numbing side-effect. Samson no longer felt a searing agony in his loins, for it had been replaced by a dull soreness that was spreading throughout his groin. Occasionally, a sharp spike of pain would cause his brawny body to twitch, his great muscles bunching and relaxing in majestic relief, but for the most part, the salve had eliminated the majority of Samson’s tremendous pain. 

The Priestess placed the warm, fluid-filled goatskin bag in the deep cleft of Samson's mighty chest where the bag was held upright by his extraordinarily thick pectoral muscles. Samson continued to calm down as the soothing warmth of the goatskin bag radiated throughout his torso. Taking the supple hollow reed, the Priestess applied olive oil to its outer surface. One end of the reed was inserted into the neck of the goatskin bag and secured with twine. She gently squeezed the bag until the warm liquid began dripping out of the reed's free end. Next, she held the reed above Samson's belly. A few drops of ointment were dribbled onto his cock head. The Priestess massaged the liquid into his piss slit working it deeper inside his penis. The oiled reed was placed directly in the piss slit, at the entrance to the fat tube running along the underside of Samson's meaty penis. Still lightly squeezing the bag, she inserted the reed further into the slit. The lubricated reed easily slid down the entire length of Samson's enormous shaft, forcing the thick cum tube to swell outward to even greater proportions. 

The potion coated the inner walls of the vein as the reed probed closer to the cock root. Even when the fat tube bulged out along the entire length of his penis, the Priestess kept slipping more of the reed deeper into the canal. Samson rolled his hips, trying to escape from the intruder snaking its way inside his penis and groin. He could feel the uncomfortable fullness in his stretched tube and piss slit. 

The Priestess finally stopped sliding the reed into Samson, satisfied that she had reached as far into his loins as she could go. While maintaining pressure on the goatskin bag, she placed her free hand underneath Samson's scrotum. Finding a spot between the top of his ball sack and his anus, she pressed hard, pinching the vein closed. The potion continued to flow through the reed, but was blocked just after the scrotum. The ointment backed up, spilling into the canals leading into Samson's injured balls. Samson could feel the warm fluid coursing through his balls. The strange ointment saturated his balls, with the excess seeping into his ball sack. 

Slowly, his balls visibly grew in size, becoming plump with fluid once again, though this time the fluid wasn’t Samson’s own powerful spunk. The Priestess watched as Samson's scrotum expanded larger and larger still. Samson began to moan in a new kind of aching pain, for his balls were becoming more bloated than they had ever been before, swelling to previously unheard of size. And still the High Priestess kept on pumping ointment into his penis and ballsack, only quitting once the ball sack was almost completely round and swollen much larger than ever before, larger than a bowling ball. Samson’s massive, injured balls floated around within the fluid- engorged scrotum, the overstretched skin straining to contain both the massive balls and the huge quantity of liquid. 

The Priestess allowed his massive balls to soak in the healing potion for what seemed like an eternity. At last she pulled the reed from Samson's cock. Draping his penis across one hip, she put a goblet underneath the massive cock head, which hung over the side. Samson felt relief as the ointment drained from his scrotum and out his penis almost like he was peeing. Dead sperm was flushed out in coagulated lumps. The Priestess carefully lifted and massaged Samson's scrotum, allowing gravity to empty the excess fluids. His invigorated balls were clearly outlined as the scrotum shrunk back to its normal size. The Priestess once again laid his penis against his belly. 

Now she needed to give Samson's genitalia a chance to heal. Using a long strip of ointment-soaked cloth, the Priestess began wrapping the tender ball sack. Taking care to use as little pressure as possible, she completely enveloped Samson's scrotum in the fine linen. Continuing to unroll the wet cloth, she passed it underneath the base of Samson's penis, arcing it over his left hip and across the small of his muscular back. Angling the strip around his right hip, the Priestess again brought the strip under the penis. She spiraled the strip around his abundant shaft, moving upwards toward the tip. Leaving a gap over the piss slit, she tied the strip off. When she was done, Samson lay outstretched on the table with the stone tile wedged between his thighs supporting the huge, cloth-encased ball sack. Likewise, his wrapped penis lay limp and heavy across his belly. 

The High Priestess then summoned her attendants. They lifted Samson's massive body from the table and laid him on the Priestess' bed. She made him as comfortable as possible by arranging pillows under his head and genitals. The attendants then cleansed his enormous, muscular body, taking great pleasure in cleaning and massaging his beautiful, bountiful physique. Food and wine were brought forth, and Samson ate and drank huge amounts until his appetite was satisfied. Excusing the attendants, the Priestess joined Samson in bed. Her hands massaged Samson, enjoying the feel of his warm skin stretched tightly over his dense muscles. She vowed to take care of him while his wounds healed. Though he was a prisoner and locked in her chambers, the High Priestess assured Samson that she would make his imprisonment as pleasant as possible. 

For the next week, Samson's every need was attended to. The medicinal salve and bandages were reapplied daily. His genitals recuperated at a fantastic rate due to the medicine's potent effect and Samson’s own remarkable healing abilities. At last, he was allowed to leave the bed and accompany the Priestess to her bath where, for the last time, she removed his bandages. Washing the salve away, she saw his pristine penis and scrotum, which appeared to be completely healed except for the two narrow scars on either side of his fat ball sack. Even these matching scars were only noticeable due to the fact that Samson’s huge balls were still kept hairless and were shaved on a daily basis. The scars were intended to serve as a visible mark of Samson's impotence, but the High Priestess wondered if the handsome warrior’s massive balls and mighty virility could have actually recovered from a seemingly mortal wound. 

The Priestess sat Samson down on a short wooden stool in the bath and poured buckets of warm water over his body, soothing and refreshing him. As she continued to bathe him, she pressed the side of her face against his warm, wet, and incredible solid flesh, which felt like warm marble. She relished touching every part of his massive, masculine body. Samson groaned with delight when she licked and nibbled on his protruding nipples. His breathing became even deeper as she slid lower, kissing the area just below his navel. Kneeling between his legs, the Priestess lifted his hardening penis in both hands. Placing the growing crown between her lips, she began licking and sucking on it. Samson threw his head back in pleasure as the Priestess stimulated his growing cock. Her lips were stretched tight when Samson's penis stiffened into a full erection. His girth was enormous, and the length even more so. Though she only dared to swallow the cock head, fearing injury to her own mouth, Samson was experiencing intense erotic pleasure. Samson had been deprived of sex for more than a week, and he was used to having many orgasms a day, so the feelings of erotic stimulation were even more heightened for the young warrior. 

The Priestess moved her hands underneath Samson's enormous balls, cupping the huge orbs in her overflowing palms. The Priestess fondled his naked balls, delighted by the curious sensation of their baldness. His groin resembled that of a young boy's – a heroically well-endowed young boy – and this thought vaguely repulsed her. However, there was no denying that the genitalia in her mouth and hands belonged to a legend of a man. 

She could taste a trickle of Samson's thick pre-cum now. The Priestess swirled the viscous fluid over his sensitive cock head, sending waves of pleasure through his muscular body. Letting the slick head slide out of her mouth, she let go of Samson's trembling ball sack. With one hand she stroked his rigid shaft while the other hand was placed palm down on his oozing cock head. She rubbed her palm firmly against the flared tip, spreading his manly lubricant around. Samson slouched forward, trying to back away from the intense feelings on the end of his penis. But he couldn’t bring himself to escape the High Priestess’s erotic tough, and in moments the erotic sensations brought him over the edge. Clear, sperm-less juice spurted from Samson's cock with awesome power and intensity. The Priestess could feel the hot liquid shooting into her palm and along the entire length of her delicate forearm as she continued rubbing the man’s monster cock. Samson grunted over and over, lifting his convulsing legs into the air. As more of his impotent juices flowed from him, Samson leaned his torso backwards until his shoulders and head were resting on the floor and his spurting cock was protruding straight up in the air. He lay arched over the stool, while the Priestess continued to fondle his slippery penis, forcing huge quantities of the clear seminal fluids to spurt from the great cock. 

She finally removed her hands from the spasming penis. Samson was breathing heavily, his massive body draped across the stool, his glistening penis pointing straight up. Great streams of his infertile secretions ran down the shaft and over his muscular belly, and also coated his pulsing scrotum. The Priestess examined the liquid, but could find no trace of milkiness in it. If Samson's balls were producing sperm again, they had certainly not given any of it up this time. 

The Priestess was determined to prime Samson's well of fertility. She lifted his fatigued legs up and placed her shoulders under his knees. Pressing up and forward, she curled his thighs over above his chest. She stopped when his fleshy buttocks were rotated into view. Samson's low hanging ball sack lay against his butt, covering the crevise leading to his anus. The Priestess then brought his legs back down in front of the stool, trapping Samson's ample balls between his buttocks and the stool. The exhausted warrior began squirming in agony as the weight on his balls increased. He was too weak to resist as the Priestess pulled his torso upright, into a sitting position. His weak legs could offer no support, bringing all of his great weight to bear on his mighty scrotum. He could feel the two fist-sized balls wriggling against each other, pressing against his buttocks, trying to escape the mounting pressure. 

As the pain increased, so did his erection. Samson's penis pointed upright between his bulging thighs like some mighty, fleshy lance. The Priestess grabbed his hips, pulling them forward and back, grinding his muscular buttocks over the confined balls. She became strangely excited at the sight of Samson's clean-shaven groin. The big cock was throbbing upwards, but no balls were visible hanging underneath it. The top of the sack was just visible before it disappeared into his ass crack. Once again, Samson's penis started to leak pre-cum. He actually began rocking his hips on his own, causing his balls to ache even more. The Priestess sat on Samson's thighs, facing him and adding to the weight on his enormous balls, which by now must have exceeded 400 pounds. His huge, oozing cock was pressed upright between their two bellies, leaving large trails of clear slime over both their bodies. The Priestess stood up slightly, letting her belly and groin rub Samson's shaft. Reversing direction, she slowly descended to sit on his legs again, once again adding her weight to the crushing pressure on the warrior’s huge balls. She repeated this faster and faster, enjoying the sensation of her body rubbing up and down against his rippled abdomen and hot, monstrously huge penis. 

The pleasure coming from his cock was the extreme opposite of what he felt from his squashed scrotum. The fiery ache in his manly eggs stimulated his sexual reflexes. Samson discovered that he craved the torture on his bull balls. The more they hurt, the more excited he became. Recalling the sight of a blazing knife poking through his enormous balls caused Samson's penis to seep even more pre-cum. Both his and the Priestess' bellies were soon thoroughly lubricated by Samson's emissions. The Priestess increased her sliding motion, landing harder and harder on Samson's legs. Every time she sat down on Samson's legs, a terrific bolt of pain shot through his already agonized balls. He urged the Priestess on, begging her to crush his huge balls. With that, she wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her feet together against the small of his back. Samson writhed in agony, adding more grinding pain to his ball sack. Their combined weight was being applied mercilessly to Samson's steadily flattening balls. Samson could feel his manly eggs starting to succumb to the pressure. 

Suddenly finding an opening, one of his balls squeezed part way into Samson's flexing anus. For a moment, he thought the ball had burst. His other ball slid into the crevise between his buttocks, relieving most of the crushing pressure on it. However, the first orb continued to be pressed up into his ass hole. His anus felt like fire as the massive ball penetrated his man hole. Involuntarily clenching his muscles, the ball was caught midway through by the constricting anus. Horrible waves of pain passed through Samson's groin as his tightening ass hole continued its crushing grip on the massive intruder. Samson began screaming while the fist-sized ball slid further into his ass. His ball and anus were being simultaneously tortured, and the mighty warrior was almost delirious at the pain. 

Without warning, a pencil-thick stream of white fluid over three feet long shot from Samson's erect cock, liberally spraying his chest, stomach, and belly with impossibly thick and rich stud cum. A second and even more massive blast of his man juice spewed forth, almost completely coating the Priestess' ample bosom. Samson thrashed about wildly, his orgasm flowing unrestricted between their two bodies. His tortured ball finally penetrated the anal opening, popping into his ass, rubbing against Samson's prostate, and multiplying the power of his orgasm many times. Copious amounts of white, chunky, sperm-laden juices were surrendered from Samson's rejuvenated balls as blast after mighty blast continued to erupt from Samson’s horse cock for several long minutes, literally drenching both Samson and the Priestess with his powerful stud cum. 

When the virile fluids finally stopped flowing, the Priestess and Samson sat embraced, trying to catch their breath. They both felt great relief as they watched the globs of sperm running down their bodies. The Priestess’s medicine had certainly been effective in restoring Samson's bull balls’ virility. In fact, if anything, the medicine seemed to have increased Samson’s virility beyond anything the young warrior had experienced before. 

She lapped up the streams of sperm hanging from Samson's hairy chest and protruding nipples. Biting and sucking on his erect nipples, she enjoyed the salty, gamey taste of Samson's manly fluids. Scooping some of the sperm onto her fingers, she guided them into Samson's panting mouth. Scraping her fingers gently against his teeth, she deposited the thick white juice onto his tongue. Samson was startled at the thought of eating his own sperm, but the taste was curiously pleasant. He willingly opened his mouth when the Priestess offered him more of the tangy substance. As she cleaned the sperm from his torso and penis, they shared the remaining masculine nectar. There was more than enough spunk to provide a rich and filling meal for them both. 

At last they untangled from their embrace. The Priestess helped the physically and sexually exhausted warrior to his feet. His enormous, flaccid cock still leaked an occasional wad of sperm now and then, the thick member hanging halfway to Samson’s knees. Half of his scrotum was visible as one huge ball bulged tightly between his sweating buttocks. The other half of his scrotum was still tucked inside his anus along with his other mighty ball. The Priestess tried to get Samson to relax as she started to gently pull the trapped bull nut from its musky prison. His anus widened as the ball started to emerge. Grunting with the pain building in his ball and butt, a thick stream of ball milk poured from the flaccid cock. The tight anus pressed the remaining, pent up sperm from Samson's ball as it slid from his butt with agonizing slowness. Finally, the ball popped out from within his anus. Once again, Samson's huge scrotum swung low, cradling his two immense balls. Samson was thankful that he had survived yet another sexual encounter with his genitalia intact. He and the Priestess returned to her bed, falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Chapter 8 – The Emperor learns of the Priestess’s duplicity, and recaptures the fully-healed and virile Warrior

Hours later, the pair of lovers were suddenly awakened by the sound of the Emperor's guards rushing into the bedchamber. Pulling the mighty Samson from bed, the guards hauled him off to the palace. Once there, he was presented to the Emperor. The Priestess was forbidden to be with Samson again. 

The Emperor then ordered Samson's hairless groin covered. The Emperor had a special treat for his guests at the upcoming Festival of Dagon in two month’s time. He didn't want the festival attendees seeing Samson's gargantuan, baby-smooth genitals ahead of that date. A white cloth sack was placed over Samson's gigantic manhood. His penis and balls were clearly outlined against the tight fitting bag. Cloth strips sewn into the top of the bag were tied around his waist, preventing the bag from sliding off. The Emperor instructed Samson to wear the thong-like garment whenever he was in public. The penalty for disobedience would be extreme. With that warning, Samson was led away to resume his manual labors. 

Each day, Samson worked tirelessly at the Herculean labors he was ordered to perform, amazing the guards with his incredible strength and stamina despite the loss of his special abilities. Each night he was fed, bathed, and locked in his cell. And, more often than not, the mighty warrior was beaten and abused each night by the jealous palace guards. 

Chapter 9 – Samson is attacked by several jealous soldiers

One particular night, three soldiers entered his cell, surprising Samson in his sleep. The two older soldiers held Samson down on his back, placing their armored knees on the warrior’s massive, muscular shoulders. The third soldier was young, barely into manhood, though at only about 20 years old possessed an impressive physique. The handsome youth was about to leave for battle and wanted to lose his virginity before departing. The two older soldiers convinced him that planting his seed in their once mighty enemy would prove his manhood. 

The young soldier removed his clothing, revealing a tight, firm body rippling with muscles. Fine blond hairs covered his lower abdomen above his penis. His balls were equally furry, and they were large, plump, and full of his youthful juices. But as handsome, muscular, and well endowed as he was, the soldier hesitated for a moment as he examined the heroic physique and unbelievable endowment of the legendary warrior lying before him. 

At the other soldiers’ urging, he sat on Samson's massive chest. While he laid his large penis across Samson's lips, the other soldiers grabbed Samson's powerful jaw and forced his mouth open. The young soldier slid his hard cock into Samson's mouth. The soldiers began taunting Samson while cheering the young soldier on. Wrapping his hands in Samson's thick dark hair, the young man began thrusting his cock in and out of Samson's hot mouth. 

Samson was sickened at having another mans penis in his mouth, and he could feel the big cock getting rock hard. Warm pre-cum quickly started oozing from the lad's stiff penis. Samson tried not to swallow it, but without success. The soldier's pace increased, causing his big balls to slap repeatedly against Samson's strong, prominent chin. Samson was gagging as the throbbing, oozing cock head reached the back of his throat. The look of panic on Samson's face excited the young man. He buried his crotch against Samson's mouth, sending torrents of sperm flooding into Samson's throat. Samson shook his head from side to side, trying to get the spewing penis out of his mouth, but most of the copious hot seed flowed down his throat and into his belly. 

The young man kept his hard cock pushed into Samson's mouth until his orgasm subsided. Samson coughed up some of the sperm, coating the soldier’s penis and crotch hairs. The soldier pulled his dripping cock out of Samson's mouth, spreading his virile ball milk across Samson's lips and cheeks. The older soldiers howled with laughter, obviously amused at the unmanly act that Samson had just performed. They congratulated the lad who was leering down at Samson. 

The young man shakily stood up, weak kneed from the intensity of his first fuck. He walked over to the cell door, checking for the guards. Seeing none, he returned to where the other soldiers were now spreading Samson's legs apart. They removed the cloth thong from his penis and ball sack until his vulnerable genitals hung heavily between his thick, powerful thighs. All three soldiers were fascinated at the size of Samson's manhood. 

Without warning, the young man hauled back and kicked Samson's balls with his heavy iron-shod boot, striking the defenseless orbs with enough force to send the heavy penis flopping over against his straining abdomen. Samson grunted in great pain and bucked his hips in an effort to break free, but the other two soldiers continued to hold him down. The handsome blond soldier kept kicking Samson in the balls, disgusted by the obscene size of the two man fruits, trying to kick the great orbs clear off of Samson’s body. 

As the brutal, devastating kicks continued, Samson closed his eyes, trying to shut out utter agony in his balls and the inevitable humiliation that was soon to come. In disbelief, the soldiers watched as Samson's penis grew larger and harder with each kick. Somehow, even as the young guard was slowly and steadily reducing the mighty warrior’s massive bull balls to rubble, the huge muscle giant was clearly getting turned on. A slimy patch of pre-cum trailed up his muscular belly as his magnificent cock lengthened. Samson's shaft soon arced up off his stomach, bubbling copious amounts of clear fluid from its huge tip, which quivered directly over the man’s enormous, hairy bull pecs. 

The young man shouted that he was going to turn Samson into a woman. He then began stomping on Samson's already weakened, meaty balls, trying to burst the great orbs against the unforgiving stone floor. The lad’s booted foot came crashing down again and again into the screaming testicles, mashing the twin spheres of thick ball meat and causing them to flatten against the floor. Samson tried to block the erotic feelings produced by the abuse on his mighty nuts as they were mercilessly crushed and squashed harder and harder by the young soldier. The blond guard seemed determined to bust Samson’s titanic nuts and grind his broken ball meat into the floor, and that thought was quickly sending Samson toward the brink of orgasm. 

The older soldiers finally and mercifully stopped the lad, reminding the blond soldier of the terrible consequences they would suffer if they unmanned the Emperor’s prize captive. Fortunately, despite ten minutes and countless stomps, Samson’s mighty balls had not yet suffered any permanent injury, though they were now very squishy and had begun to swell from the abuse. Samson’s pre-cum had also turned a milky white and continued to literally pour out of his cock to coat his corrugated, muscular belly. 

The two older soldiers had the young soldier hold Samson’s ankles apart so they could each grab one of Samson’s massive balls in both their hands. The two soldiers then started forcing each ball into his crotch at the base of his penis. As the balls began to disappear into Samson's pelvis, they could feel them harden, becoming as solid as rocks as they resisted being forced back into his groin. To their surprise, Samson's started bucking his hips and bellowing an animal cry. His pre-cum suddenly ceased, his cock darkened, quivered, and throbbed three times, and then Samson let loose with the largest orgasm these three men had ever seen. 

Mighty ropes of thick cum jetted from Samson’s powerfully throbbing cock again and again, criss-crossing his powerful body and coating it in his hot spunk in a matter of moments. Each mighty wad was quickly followed by another of the same gargantuan size in a seemingly never-ending display of hyper-masculine virility. 

Quickly recovering from their initial wonder and shock, the older soldiers continued to mash the jerking bull balls deeper, attempting to push them completely inside the hero’s lower abdomen. Samson's ball milk squirted on his chest and belly with even greater force, some shots actually clearing his body entirely to strike the wall behind him with and audible splat. And still the mighty orgasm thundered on, lasting for many long minutes. 

When Samson’s orgasm finally ebbed, the two soldiers ceased their efforts to stuff Samson's quivering balls inside his groin, releasing their iron grip. Samson looked down at the pair of wriggling balls that were hugging the base of his cock. He could see the twin bulges in his groin where they had been partially inserted into his pelvic cavity. The young soldier released Samson's ankles and stood between his thighs. Stroking his own thick cock, the lad erupted with another huge load of hot sperm, blasting his thick white cream onto the protruding ends of Samson's half-buried balls, marking his territory. The older soldiers rubbed their shafts to hardness and added their own virile seed to Samson's trapped scrotum. 

The hot sperm of three men was soon splattered against Samson’s pulsing ball sack. His lips and cheeks were wet with young ball milk. Samson's own juices filled his navel and cascaded down the thick, mighty muscle of his neck, chest, shoulders, and stomach. All three soldiers spat on the powerless warrior then dressed and hurried out of the cell before any other guards appeared. 

A weakened Samson struggled over to a bucket of water and slowly washed away all traces of shame and humiliation from his body. Next, he tried to dislodge his bruised and battered balls from his pelvis. The upper ends of both balls were wedged tightly between the root of his cock and his pelvic bone. No matter how gently he tried to pull them out, the intense pain caused his legs to weaken. Finally, using both hands, Samson drove his fists into the bulges in his groin. His balls shot back into his scrotum as he let out a loud, anguished yelp. He then massaged his bruised ball sack, easing away the pain. But Samson resisted the powerful urge to blow a second load, for he did not want the pain to drive him to another orgasm. He instead wanted to conserve his manly seed in hopes that its potent virility might strengthen his will, making him less docile. 

Chapter 10 – Samson is punished for cumming

After his attack by the three soldiers, the guards discovered that Samson’s cock and balls had been released from their cloth bag and that the huge muscle-hunk had sprayed nearly a gallon of his own seed all over his prison cell. As promised, the punishment was extreme. 

Samson was taken into the torture chamber and strung up spread-eagled between two vertical iron posts. Knowing the stud’s enormous balls could endure punishments that no normal mortal could withstand, even with their hair shorn and their strength dramatically reduced, the jailer hung a 200-pound weight from the warrior’s huge gonads. The weight pulled mercilessly at the huge nuts, stretching them well over three inches away from his groin and making the huge egg-shaped spheres bulge bright red and shiny in their hairless sac. The pain of the weight also caused Samson’s mighty cock to quickly engorge to its full, eye-popping hardness, throbbing defiantly before him. 

While the Emperor watched from his balcony above, the jailer set to work torturing Samson’s great nuts. Using great clubs, maces, and sledge hammers, the jailer and his men took turns striking Samson’s bulging and defenseless nuts, causing the warrior to thrash about in his bindings and bellow in agony. Though the Emperor thought that surely no man’s balls, not even Samson’s, could endure such abuse, endure they did, and within ten minutes of the start of the tortures, they released a tremendous load of white hot man cream. The jailer and his men continued to strike the manly orbs throughout the incredible orgasm, forcing more and more of the thick sperm from the great balls, until a thick pool of the cooling man juices lay puddled at Samson’s feet. 

But this was just the first of Samson’s many orgasms during that long and unimaginably painful night. The jailer’s tortures were incredibly varied and devious, and each one brought Samson to another majestic orgasm. Samson’s mighty and powerful testicles were pummeled, punched, kicked, slammed, squeezed, squashed, crushed, and pulverized to within an inch of their destruction, all while the weight hanging from those great beefy orbs was steadily increased, stretching his balls farther and farther from his crotch. 

Finally, after five hours and over a dozen orgasms, Samson had over 1,200 pounds of steel – more than half a ton! – hanging from his screaming nuts, stretching them to an unbelievable six full inches from his crotch, where they strained to not rip from Samson’s groin. Samson’s scrotum was stretched to paper thinness, and could barely contain the massive contents that were threatening to burst forth at any moment. The pain was unimaginable, and caused a steady stream of milky cum to ooze from Samson’s throbbing cock. 

The jailer decided on one last torture for the evening. He selected two large vises, and instructed his men to secure one of the huge metal clamps over each of Samson’s bulging nuts. Samson’s enormous balls were severely bruised and battered by this point, and so squishy that their thick meat was easily stuffed into the two vises. The vises were tightened until they were snuggly clamped over the two gigantic orbs. At the jailer’s signal, the two guards began to tighten the vises further, causing the meaty orbs to gradually flatten as the twin thick plates of each vise drew closer together. As the pain increased, Samson began to groan, and the pre cum flowing from his cock became thicker and whiter. Samson’s enormous nuts, the seat of his vast masculine power, were squeezed to 3 inches in thickness, then 2 inches, then an inch and a half, and then a single mere inch. At this point, the twin balls looked like two massive dark red pancakes, the thick ball meat oozing out the sides of the two vises. 

The jailer let Samson hang in his restraints for a few moments, relishing the sight of this fantastic specimen of a man, over half a ton of weight hanging from a massive pair of balls that themselves are threatening to burst from the two vises clamped so tightly to them. He then gave the order for one of the guards to resume tightening the vise over Samson’s right nut. Harder and harder the vise squeezed, threatening to pop Samson’s bulging right nut at any moment, the huge nut quivering on the edge of destruction. Finally, at a mere half-inch thickness, Samson bellowed in agony, and a thick river of white cum began to erupt from his trembling cock. Unlike before, the cum did not pulse out in an orgasm, but was actually being crushed directly from his huge nut, undiluted by any seminal fluids. The thick, pure-white goo had the consistency of molasses, and ran down the sides of Samson’s huge horse cock in thick, lumpy rivers, running down onto his vise-trapped balls before dripping in large globs onto the dangling weight below. 

Once Samson’s ejaculation had ceased, the jailer ordered the other guard to start tightening the vise over the hunk stud-warrior’s huge left nut, leaving the first vise firmly clamped in a death-like grip over Samson’s quivering right nut. This guard was even stronger that the first one, and quickly had the vise clamped to half-inch thickness. But though Samson was bellowing like an animal, his ball juices had not yet been crushed from his bulging ball. The guard tightened the vise further and further still, threatening to rupture the meaty ball, but still Samson’s ball would not let loose its mighty load. Finally, at one-quarter inch thickness and the utter, absolute limit of Samson’s endurance, a second river of molten lava was crushed from his nearly busted left ball, adding its huge cargo of man juices to the loads that had been spilled before. 

Samson’s nuts had finally been drained completely bone dry for the very first time in the young warrior’s life. As his 14th orgasm a the evening ended, the hero finally and mercifully passed out from the agony in his crushed nuts. The unconscious muscle god was left in that position, massive weights hanging from his squashed and nearly cracked bull balls, while the Emperor gave instructions for the continued treatment and torture of his hated nemesis. 

As the weight and clamps were finally removed from Samson’s nearly destroyed nuts, the Emperor decreed that, for the final six weeks leading up to the Festival, Samson would not be allowed to cum again. With that, the unconscious warrior was dragged from the room and returned to his cell. 

Chapter 11 – Samson continues his labors as the Emperor prepares for the Feast

The next six weeks became almost uneventful and routine as Samson continued to toil at his daily herculean labors. The cloth thong he was forced to wear in public quickly grew uncomfortable. Within 24 hours of his assault by the soldiers and subsequent torture by the jailer and his men, Samson’s balls had completely recharged and had refilled with another batch of their massive, milky cargo. But as the days continued to roll by and he was not allowed to cum, Samson’s huge balls continued to produce ever more vast quantities of sperm, and his scrotum gradually enlarged. The cloth bag enclosing his balls and penis was soon stretched tight, applying great pressure on Samson's genitals. And of course, the pain aroused Samson, causing his penis to stiffen somewhat, packing his balls even tighter into the unyielding cloth bag. 

At the end of each day, the guards would taunt and beat Samson, focusing their cruel tortures on Samson’s cum-bloated balls. Each evening, his swollen thong would be drenched and dripping with pre-cum. But Samson was not allowed to reach orgasm, and the gallons of pre cum he released each night did little if anything to relieve the growing pressure in his aching balls. After each night’s tortures, Samson would pour cold water over his steadily enlarging balls, cooling the erotic fire that he felt in them. The mighty warrior had rarely gone more than a couple of days without cumming in his adult life, and by the end of the first week, his gargantuan nuts were painfully bloated with cum. By the end of the second week, his titanic testes were so congested with sperm that Samson thought they really might burst, and were so painful that he had to walk bow-legged throughout the day during his strenuous labors. His huge bull balls continued to swell with each passing day, and he genuinely feared that they would not be able to endure six full weeks without cumming. 

But somehow Samson’s balls continued to endure, swelling larger and larger still until they completely filled the young man’s massive scrotum, stretching the hairless skin tight against the huge twin cum tanks. The Festival of Dagon was now fast approaching, and each passing day brought Samson closer to finding out what the Emperor had in store for him.

Chapter 12 – The Festival of Dagon arrives

The day of the Festival of Dagon finally arrived, and the Emperor was gleefully contemplating what would soon be his ultimate conquest. The day before the Festival, the Emperor announced that the main event at the Festival was to be the castration of Samson, which would be performed in front of the noble guests for their entertainment and amusement. The scourge of the Emperor would soon find himself permanently crippled, reducing him from the most powerful man in the world to something less than a man. Soon, Samson would be unable to partake of sexual gratification; unable to sire children; and, most importantly, unable to further foil the Emperor's plans. Samson's loyal followers would cringe at the sight of their former hero. The Emperor would parade the naked, emasculated Samson throughout the city and then the Empire. Everyone would know the Emperor had claimed Samson's mighty strength and manhood in victory. Samson and his allies would be defeated! A gloating Emperor summoned both Delilah and the Priestess so that they could escort him to the temple.

Samson's heart was racing when the guards fetched him from his cell. He didn't know what the Emperor had in store for him, but he was sure it would be most unpleasant. As the guards led him to the vast temple, he could see the huge audience that was gathering. The common folk, who loved and worshipped Samson as their greatest hero, thronged around the base of the huge temple, while the Emperor’s many friends among the noble and the rich, and all of them were Samson's enemies, gathered within the temple proper. 

The crowd moved aside to let the small procession through. The guards and closest members of the crowd could readily see patches of naked flesh peeking through the bulging cloth thong wrapped tightly around Samson’s manhood, his enormous swollen genitals nearly ready to burst forth from their bindings. 

Samson's huge, sweaty muscles gleamed and rippled in the sun as they began the long ascent of the temple steps. Upon reaching the top, the guards stood Samson behind the altar and bound his muscular arms and legs to a pair of massive stone columns. His monumentally muscular, spread-eagled body was stretched upright between the columns for all the audience to see. The crowd applauded at the display of the Emperor's most powerful adversary in such a helpless position.

The Emperor, followed by the Priestess and Delilah, arrived before a wildly cheering audience of the rich and powerful. They formed a regal procession climbing the steps to the temple to join the captive Samson. Once there, the Emperor welcomed his many guests. He promised them good food, good wine, and, pointing at Samson, good entertainment. Thunderous cheering shook the temple as the crowd roared their approval. The Emperor and his court sat in front of the altar, looking down at the hundreds of guests below them. Samson remained tethered behind and above the royal table, silently observing his enemies. Food and wine were then served and the Festival of Dagon commenced. Neither the Priestess nor Delilah cast a glance in Samson's direction, not daring to call down the Emperor's wrath upon themselves -- the Priestess hiding her love for the handsome young warrior, and the courtesan hiding her lust for his mighty form and enormous genitals. Hours of gluttony passed by as the crowd indulged themselves on the Emperor's generous feast, while the commoners below hung their heads and silently prayed for their hero’s salvation.

Finally, with the feast complete, the Emperor addressed his guests, cautioning those with weak appetites to refrain from further meals until after the main event. He then turned his attention to Samson, walking around the bound muscleman while telling the story of Samson's capture and downfall at the hands of Delilah, the Priestess, and himself. The audience listened intently as the Emperor's story unfolded. Samson hung his head in shame as the agonizing details of his tortures were described. The guests cheered when the Emperor finished his tale. The powerless prisoner remained strapped to the columns, his bulging legs and arms stretched wide. Thick, dark hair flowed around handsome his face and over his straining shoulders, shielding his anguished features from view. 

At the Emperor's command, a multitude of torture devises were brought to the altar. The Emperor examined the various implements before taking a short bladed knife. The guests were silent when he approached Samson. He took the knife and gently placed the tip into Samson's navel. Samson's muscles strained at their bindings while the Emperor ran the blade lightly down the smooth skin. Much to the young warrior’s relief, the blade didn't penetrate the skin. The Emperor laughed, for he enjoyed tormenting his helpless opponent. 

When he reached the top band of the thong, the Emperor plunged the blade straight down into the cloth pouch. Samson gasped in fear as the blade approached his penis. The Emperor thrust the blade outward, slicing the thong open. When the cloth surrounding his loins fell away, Samson's genitals were finally revealed. The crowd gasped with awe and  delight upon seeing the unnaturally large penis and hugely swollen balls swinging between Samson's muscled thighs. 

After six weeks without being allowed to ejaculate, Samson’s humongous balls had swollen to nearly twice their normal size. No longer “merely” fist-sized, Samson’s gargantuan, beefy balls were larger than even the largest, juiciest grapefruits, and were closer to cantaloupes in size. Given Samson's marvelous physique and enormously proportioned genitalia, his public emasculation would no doubt be spectacular indeed. The crowd could hardly wait to see the handsome warrior's balls drained of their male essence and then severed from his body, reducing him to a passive eunuch. The Emperor had announced that Samson’s balls were to be roasted on a spit and served as a final course in the great feast, and the gathered nobles and merchants could now plainly see that there would indeed be enough beefy ball meat to serve them all. 

The Emperor tossed the knife aside and returned to his seat. Samson stood naked and helpless before the Emperor and his guests, his mighty genitals hanging thick and heavy between his wide-stretched legs.

The Emperor had decided to ridicule Samson in front of the many guests before castrating him. Several of the Emperor's guards surrounded Samson and olive oil was poured onto the warrior’s thick, flaccid penis. Several pairs of hands were needed to spread the oil over the massive length and girth of Samson's gigantic manhood. Soon, the manipulations caused Samson’s huge horse cock to engorge and swell, until his erect shaft was shimmering with oil and throbbing powerfully before him. Even his plump, bloated scrotum was fondled and slathered with olive oil. The guards could not resist squeezing his gargantuan balls while they smeared oil across his tightly packed scrotum. The crowd gazed silently at Samson's muscular body, stretched between the columns, as it was groped and manhandled by the Emperor's minions. The captive hero wept as his body was violated by the guards’ roaming hands, and his pulsing cock began to dribble thick streams of clear pre-cum. 

While Samson writhed behind the altar, the Emperor pondered out loud for his guests, considering the method of Samson's imminent castration. Should it be by hot poker? No, he's seen that before, and besides, Samson had somehow managed to survive that torture. Perhaps by attaching heavy weights to his balls. They could stretch until they were ripped off. Maybe the super-human hunk would indeed be able to endure a full ton of weight before his balls tore from his muscular body. The Emperor was also partial to having leeches placed on Samson's thriving balls. They could eat their way into his manhood until he begged to have his balls cut off. The slow agony would be delicious. 

At last, the Emperor settled on the means by which Samson would be castrated.

A thick length of hemp rope was produced, and a team of guards began to coil the rope around Samson's bulging scrotum. Starting at the top where his scrotum joined his cock, the rope was wound tightly about Samson's virile scrotum and balls. At first, the coils served to stretch Samson’s huge nuts farther and farther away from his body, forming a coiled cylinder of rope. His huge nuts were stretched to 3 inches, then 4 inches, then 5 inches, and then finally a full, eye-popping 6 inches from his groin, where they quivered and bulged dramatically, threatening to burst forth from their overstretched sac. Then the guards began to coil the rope tightly around the bulging nuts themselves, strangling the swollen orbs in the tight coils. Lesser-endowed men would have long since succumbed to the stretching of their scrotum and the strangling pressure of the rope. Samson's huge, meaty balls, however, painfully resisted the tight coils, defying the Emperor and his men. 

Sweat once again poured off Samson’s massive muscles as the aching throb in his swollen scrotum increased. It had now been six weeks since his last orgasm, and his balls were positively overflowing with sperm, becoming tender and ripe. Ripe for the picking, thought the Emperor! 

Each end of the rope was tied to a ring set in the floor between the two columns. Samson was bound by wrists, ankles, and now balls. The grunting hero was even more helpless than before. Once more, the feeling of captivity and the pain in his balls triggered erotic sensations deep in Samson’s powerful loins. Even as the rope was crushing and strangling his scrotum, Samson's fat penis arched upward, swelling to even greater proportions. More cheers erupted from the audience as his penis began to throb above his trapped scrotum. 

Everyone had a clear view of Samson's manhood now. The Emperor was delighted at the sight. Samson's agony was providing an exciting spectacle. True to his desire to make Samson's castration as slow and painful as possible, the Emperor held a pitcher of water up. He calmly started to pour it over the rope, drenching the coiled hemp thoroughly. At first the water felt refreshing on Samson's confined balls. Soon, however, the water caused the rope to begin swelling. As the rope grew, it began to crush his plump balls and strangle his scrotum further still, and even caused the rope cylinder around his scrotum to expand, stretching his screaming balls even farther from his crotch. First to 6.5 inches, then to 7, then to 7.5, and finally to 8 unbelievable inches! 

The agony in Samson’s scrotum intensified with each passing minute. One guard continued to wet the rope while the Emperor and his guests kept eating and watching Samson's dilemma unfolding before them. Pre-cum continued to drip and dribble from the tip of Samson's erect penis, getting thicker and whiter as time went by. Standing high above the gluttonous crowd, Samson stood helpless and ashamed. His lustful groans became more throaty as the wet rope tightened its grip on his trapped ball sack. Everyone gloated at the slow torture the Emperor was inflicting on Samson. The guards laughed as Samson's monstrous balls started turning cold and blue, their powerful life being slowly choked from them. The crowd began to take bets on what would happen first, whether his balls would be ripped from his body, whether the strangling rope would cause his bloated balls to simply burst, or whether the choking noose would kill the huge baby makers on the vine. 

But then the amazing happened. Samson’s sperm-ripened balls were in agony, their life force being slowly choked out of them, and he knew it would not be long before they were dead. The pain grew to overwhelming proportions, and the crowd grew silent while they watched the huge stud thrust his hips against the rope, stretching his aching balls even further from his crotch. Suddenly, a thick, short spurt of jism shot out of his penis. The first shot was followed by a veritable torrent of cum, as long, white jets of sperm spewed forth and rained down upon the Emperor and his guests. Six weeks worth of pent up cum began to blast from Samson’s wildly throbbing cock with a force and power that surprised even Samson himself. Each shot was so thick and copious that it was almost impossible to tell where one shot ended and the next one began. Instead, the cum seemed to erupt from Samson in one thick, unending, pulsing stream of cum. And the force of the orgasm was so tremendous that thick ropes of his man juice flew all the way to the edge of the temple steps, and no one in his path was safe from being struck by wild strings of flying cum. 

Despite his dire predicament, Samson was in momentary ecstasy. The feeling of his bountiful balls being choked to death while he was bound to the columns had triggered his spectacular climax. He grunted and moaned with each spurt of thick, hot jism that erupted into the air. The Emperor and his guests went wild with surprised and excitement. They were witnessing the annihilation of Samson's heart of virility. His potent juices streamed out for everyone to see, lashing everyone and everything before him in the largest and most powerful orgasm even seen. 

A huge pool of sperm rapidly formed before Samson's feet and ran in thick rivers down the temple steps. Delilah fought back sadness while her former lover’s potent man seed spilled onto the altar and down the steps below. She yearned to have Samson's mammoth penis inside her body one last time, impregnating her with his over-abundant sperm. Now his semen was being wasted for the enjoyment of the Emperor. For a moment, she considered mounting her muscular lover's cock right in front of everyone, but after quickly contemplating the consequences, Delilah remained seated. 

Delilah and the others watched as Samson's monumental discharge finally began to subside. In all, the super-stud had just pumped out several gallons of his hot male essence, more than a team of men could produce in a year. His erect penis shone with ejaculate as it dripped down from the tip along the shaft before splattering onto the altar. Samson's mighty chest and corrugated stomach expanded and contracted while he took deep breaths. The thick chains creaked as he hung by his wrists. His mighty legs quivered, momentarily weakened by the intensity of his climax. Samson's handsome head slumped forward, his chin resting in the valley between his chest muscles. His titanic orgasm to end all orgasms had finally ended. 

The Emperor's guests went wild, cheering at the fantastically powerful and masculine scene that had just unfolded before them. It appeared that the ropes had squeezed the sperm right out of Samson's testicles, causing him to pass out when they had finally run empty. But despite having unleashed the largest load in his life, Samson's balls were still swollen and achingly bloated with his fertile seed. Fortunately, however, his mighty balls had shrunk just enough to prevent the swollen, wet rope from crushing them. Little by little, warmth and color returned to Samson's nearly choked scrotum. 

When the guards removed the damp rope from his intact scrotum, the audience moaned with shock and disappointment. Samson still retained his huge vessels of manhood. And from their tremendous, swollen size, the crowd knew they had not yet been drained of their precious sperm. Not by a long shot. 

The Emperor quickly addressed the unhappy audience. He explained that this was merely the prelude to Samson's castration. They should treat it as an appetizer for what was to come. More food and wine was brought in as the food orgy continued. Between the food and the prospect of seeing Samson tortured even further, the crowd quickly became jovial. The Emperor, pleased that his guests were anxious to see the big muscle man mutilated, allowed Samson some time to recover from his profuse orgasm. He wanted Samson to know that his balls would be plucked from his body while still brimming with fresh sperm. Once more, everyone ate, drank, and watched the captive Samson. It was well into the afternoon before the Emperor once more turned his full attention to Samson. 

As the moment of his manly destruction loomed near, an intense feeling of anger and hatred overcame Samson. The great warrior had never been so enraged as he was at the Emperor and his followers. From deep within his heart, Samson's will to survive rushed out. Amidst his fury, he suddenly realized that a portion of his legendary super-human strength had returned. Indeed, while his cock and balls had been confined in their cloth bag, the Emperor had neglected to keep Samson's groin sheared of manly hair. The stubble of fur sprouting between his legs and across his heavy balls was plentiful enough to start to rejuvenate him! Having regained a portion of his mighty strength, Samson pushed against the great stone columns. Everyone watched him struggling against his bindings. The crowd laughed and cheered at the Emperor's muscular foe. They were convinced that Samson had become terrified and was simply trying desperately to free himself. 

The Emperor approached Samson, deciding that he would now permanently destroy Samson's virility in front of the roaring audience. As he grasped Samson's throbbing, low-hanging scrotum in both his big hands, the Emperor remarked that it was like holding a massive beating heart. Indeed, within the silky confines of Samson’s bulging ballsac beat the two most massive orbs of manhood ever seen on a man. Bountiful quantities of Samson's vital, masculine sperm were growing within the marrow of his meaty testicles, just waiting to be unleashed. 

The Emperor tightened his grip on Samson's enormous nuts. He was going to burst those ripe balls with his own bare hands, and in the muscle man’s weakened state, the Emperor knew he was strong enough to do it. 

Samson realized that he was now in a race against time. He had to break free of his bonds before the Emperor crushed his balls. The bound warrior also knew he had to overcome his own innermost, secret desire to have his balls burst wide open. He could already feel an approaching orgasm building as the evil Emperor began to squeeze and crush his bull balls. If he ejaculated before freeing himself, he may not have the strength to break loose, and his mighty balls would be forfeit. 

The Emperor laughed as he clasped Samson's silky scrotum in his powerful fingers. He could actually feel the incredible amounts of sperm sloshing around inside while he strangled the twin cum tanks. The Emperor felt drunk on power, and his own boner was soon tenting the front of his robes. 

Samson tried to direct his attention on escaping. Unfortunately, his lustful ambitions were proving to be as menacing an adversary as the Emperor! Samson's penis had never grown soft, but was now even more erect than before. The crushing grip on his balls by his mortal enemy caused intense erotic feelings to spread through his loins. Here he stood, spread out and exposed before his foes. His captor was pulverizing his balls while he was strapped to the thick stone pillars. It was a secret fantasy coming true. 

Samson tried to fight the desire to have his balls split open. He wanted to escape, but his sexual urges were beginning to overwhelm him. The Emperor was surprised when Samson thrust his groin forward, grinding his ample balls further into his hands! Samson's will was caving in. He wanted and needed the Emperor to destroy his masculinity. His ability to reproduce had to be removed and, along with it, his great strength and sexual prowess. As the Emperor mashed Samson's balls, he could feel them harden. Knowing that the helpless stud was close to orgasm, he doubled his efforts to flatten the massive nuts, to burst them within Samson’s own ball sac. He was determined to deny Samson of this final ejaculation. 

The mighty Samson was in a state of erotic delirium. He struggled to force the pillars apart, but his sensual longings were sapping his determination. Samson imagined that all of his masculine milk was spilling from his body and oozing from his broken balls between the Emperor's clenched fingers. Even while his bulging shoulders, biceps, and forearms strained against the columns, Samson started begging the Emperor to rip his balls open. The Emperor and the crowd were amazed when they heard Samson begging to be castrated. The audience cheered and urged the Emperor on. They wanted to see the muscle man's scrotum ripped apart. The Emperor dug his fingers into the ball sack with all of his cruel strength. He was attempting to gouge out Samson's testicles and shred them before the great stud could ejaculate. Samson could feel the fingers trying to claw their way inside his scrotum. He yelled out in agony as his immense testicles began to deform grotesquely in the Emperor's hands. It would only take a few more moments for Samson’s mighty balls to finally succumb to the crushing abuse, bursting open in their sac and utterly obliterating the most fantastically masculine and virile set of nuts in existence. 

In the midst of his ultimate sexual desire, Samson's muscles strained until, finally, the columns began to yield. Even as the Emperor began to crush and destroy the seat of Samson's manly essence, cracks appeared in the stone supports. At first, no one noticed. All eyes were focused on Samson and the Emperor. Suddenly, the guards became aware that small stones had begun to rain down on them. But it was too late for, with a mighty shout, Samson smashed his bulging arms against the columns once more, forcing them to collapse. 

A titanic cascade of huge stones and massive columns rushed down into the large crowd. The temple walls and ceiling dropped onto the stunned audience, instantly crushing nearly everyone within the huge temple. A great rumbling echoed throughout the city, rolling over the massive throng of stunned commoners surrounding the demolished temple. The few remaining temple walls continued to fall into a pile of dust and debris. The Emperor, the Priestess, and Delilah had been buried beneath the shattered ruins, along with most of the nobles and rich merchants who had gathered to watch Samson’s destruction. The last thing they ever saw was Samson breaking free of his bondage, and the ruined temple would now become their tomb. 

As the dust settled, only the occasional crash of falling and shifting stones could be heard. Most of the temple lay in utter ruin. The Emperor and nearly all of his guests had been crushed by the heavy stones. But Samson was still alive, his slowly returning strength enough to shield him from being crushed to a pulp beneath tons of falling stone. As the mighty warrior moved and shifted beneath the piles of rubble, large chunks of debris were pushed off of him, revealing most of his fantastically muscular upper body. Samson was pinned on top of the altar, thrown onto his back and with both of his brawny legs buried under large slabs of granite. His long, thick penis hovered over his corrugated belly and massive chest, throbbing with his heartbeat; his huge, mighty balls rested, bruised and battered but otherwise safe and unharmed, on top of a large granite slab; and his meaty buttocks and muscular back lay on the smooth, unbroken surface of the altar. With his newly recovering strength, Samson had survived the temple’s collapse unharmed. 

Samson used his newfound strength to raise first one massive leg, then the other, slowly clearing them from beneath the debris. As the last heavy pieces of stone rolled off his legs, Samson lay quietly in the remnants of the temple. Though a bruised and a little  scraped, and his balls aching with their near-miss with destruction, his body was otherwise unharmed. Samson was glad to be alive. The hatred within him slowly ebbed away as he caught his breath. He listened intently, but could hear no sounds coming from the toppled remnants of the temple. Samson had destroyed his enemies and his lovers in one lethal act. He quietly lay where he had fallen, allowing his body to recuperate. Once and for all, he had triumphed over the Emperor. 

Without warning, a huge granite slab that had been balancing on a broken column fell from high above. Samson watched in horror as the huge stone boulder, easily weighing more than 5 tons, plummeted downward directly toward him. Samson had no time to react, and could only watch helplessly as the granite slab landed with a deafening crash directly between his legs, the full weight of the slab of roof landing directly on Samson’s gigantic balls. Samson threw his head back in unbelievable pain, his bellow of animal agony reverberating off the walls of the city as his mighty balls were crushed completely and utterly flat. Such was the force of the blow that the granite block itself sundered in two directly over Samson’s pulverized nuts. 

Incredibly, a mighty gout of cum erupted from Samson’s quivering rod at the moment of impact. This huge blast was followed by another, and another, and another, quickly coating Samson’s body in fresh, white-hot seed. It appeared that the 5-ton boulder had finished the work that the Emperor had started, utterly shattering Samson’s swollen, bruised, and battered balls and forcing one last magnificent load from his massive horse cock. 

Samson continued to bellow in agony as more and more sperm blasted from his mighty cock, coating everything around him in his hot, sticky essence. This orgasm was greater than any Samson had ever had before, even greater than the orgasm forced from him less than an hour before, and yet it still continued to thunder on, minute after minute, gallon after gallon, until Samson’s enormous, cum-swollen nuts had finally been drained of their entire load. 

Groaning in agony and near collapse, Samson wedged his fingers in the crack between the two sundered halves of the boulder and, with all his might, tore the two halves apart. He fully expected to see nothing more than the gory remains of his once proud balls, their beefy guts splattered all over the stone altar. But to his incredulous surprise, he instead found his two massive, meaty balls, tender and bruised, but miraculously still intact and unharmed. Their strength had been restored just in time to save them from being destroyed in a massive explosion of ball flesh and male seed. Indeed, such was their great strength that the twin orbs of Samson’s awesome manliness had actually riven the granite boulder in two. 

Breathing a tremendous sigh of relief, Samson extricated himself from the rest of the ruins, and emerged from the rubble of the temple to a rejoicing crowd. The people had been saved from tyranny, and now cheered their new leader, the mighty Samson!