Sorry for taking almost a week to post a new story, but I think you'll really like this one.
Todays' story is another adaptation of one of Nathan's amazing stories. He wrote a series of stories about the "fucking table," an ancient torture device that uses a wire to simultaneously pull and pinch a man's nuts off. Most of the stories are set in the historical past, but this one was set in the present and involved a young museum guard who is so turned on by the table and the thought of castration that he tries it out on himself...with terrible consequences.
I did something a bit different with this story -- I wrote TWO endings! A happy ending, which is today's story, and a tragic ending, which I'll post tomorrow. I've done that with one other story that I haven't posted yet, but will share with you all in due course.
So please enjoy this story of how handsome college jock Luke Bradford almost lost his humongous balls. But don't get too "attached" to the stud's heavy man fruit, for in tomorrow's version, he loses them forever. :)
A Night at the Museum
Based on an original story idea by Nathan
A young night watchman at the museum tries out the "Fucking Table" for his birthday
Dear Michael,
I HAVE to tell you what happened this past weekend! It appears that at our local museum a young college lad got involved in a castration incident, and one that you won’t believe! I kid you not! I mean, I was over at the museum yesterday, and the museum curator, being a friend of mine, let me watch the security tape of the “accident.” It seems the local papers are picking up the story, so you might see something if it gets into the API. Anyway, sure as shit, this young buck ran afoul of the “Fucking Table” in the torture museum exhibit, and it’s the hottest tape I’ve ever seen!
The museum had hired the young man about a month ago to be one of the night security guards. They had one guy already, but added this college kid to the staff because he had worked for a burglar alarm company the previous summer. He was looking for part time work, as he is going to school full time at the local university, and the museum needed someone to work just the weekends to cover the nights when the regular guy was off duty. So it was a perfect match.
Anyway, the young man’s name is Luke Bradford, and he is a star football player and wrestler at the local university. He’s a BIG fucking kid, too, let me tell you! And the funny part is that it was his birthday! Yeah, just turned twenty! Can you imagine? What a birthday present to give yourself! Everything’s right on tape, clear as day, crystal clear and in living color! He’s REALLY handsome, too, just a stunning young hunk. Happy Birthday Luke! LOL. I just wish I could send you the tape, but there is no way the curator will give out a copy. Part of the reason is museum security, and part of it is that it’s just such an extreme tape. Still, oh wow, I’ll try and tell you about it.
This Bradford kid was hired, like I said, just about a month ago, to work the weekends. All he was supposed to do was walk through the museum during the night hours when the museum was closed, making sure that no one broke in or bothered any of the artifacts.
Looking at him, though, I think he was hired because he looks so damn hot in his security guard uniform! I mean, this young guy is just a fucking pure STUD, a Grade AAA super jock!! Luke is every bit of 6’5” tall, and must be packing well over 300 pounds of pure beefy muscle onto his very broad frame! God, he has the most perfect body, and he has obviously been working out at the gym, building it and toning it and perfecting it, since he was old enough to walk!
Luke has the “V” shape that all men dream of; you know, with the kind of incredibly wide, cannon-ball-sized shoulders and flaring, deeply muscular back that tapers dramatically down to a tight and lean waist that couldn’t be more than a size 31. Just having a 31-inch waist at 6’5” tall is extraordinary enough, but to be packing that much muscle and mass onto his frame and STILL have a 31-inch waist is nothing short of super human!
His flat stomach is corrugated with muscles, like a perfect cobblestone street, an 8-pack of perfectly defined and proportioned abs. The thick, beefy plates of his pecs bulge enormously over those cobblestone abs, each mighty slab of pec flesh both heroically wide and incredibly dense and thick. I swear you could wedge your hand in the deep cleft between those monstrous pec muscles, and your hand would literally disappear! The kid has the most amazing set of pecs I have ever seen, and they are topped by two of the most succulent nipples imaginable. I swear, I just want to nuzzle my face between those twin beefy mounds and pinch and twist on those big nips of his.
Unlike many weight lifters and bodybuilders, Luke’s legs are equally as enormous and awe inspiring as his fantastic upper body, with long, massive, tree trunk thighs, and muscular, hard calves, larger than the footballs he throws around on the gridiron. And Luke’s ass is simply breathtaking, two solid round globes of perfectly shaped muscle that would make you weep. When the kid flexes his ass, the striations across those enormous mounds of beef are unlike anything I’ve ever seen!
Yeah, Luke Bradford has one HELL of an amazing body, so enormous and powerful and masculine that it would make even a professional super heavyweight bodybuilder green with envy.
But as if that wasn’t enough, the young college stud has the face of an Adonis, masculine and rugged and beautiful all at the same time, with thick and wavy brown hair worn short, and stunning blue eyes. His easy-going smile is caught on the video as well, and let me tell you, even just seeing that smile on the video monitor was enough to make me weak in the knees. I swear, I think Luke is the handsomest man I’ve ever seen in my life. To be that handsome AND have such an extraordinary body, well, it just doesn’t seem fair!
Which makes what happened to him even more insanely hot and erotic!
Anyway, the young man is an uber hunk, plain and simple, and supposedly he has a steady girlfriend that is equally as attractive. She must be one hell of a beauty to not be completely outshined by Luke!
But just wait, this story gets even better!
At the museum, they run a security tape machine that records continuously for twenty-four hours, covering every room in the place. The museum daytime security staff changes the tapes every day, and they put in a new tape for each day of the week. So they always can go back a week if they find something missing or damaged. Well, guess what? This young man was clearly already fascinated by the “Fucking Table” before last night’s disaster, and that’s what got him into trouble!
Unfortunately, there aren’t any tapes from any of the previous weeks immediately after he was hired, so we can only speculate about when his fascination with the table began. But this much is for sure...on Saturday night, his birthday and the night of the accident, you see him on the tape coming into the room where the table is located. Damn, but he looks so freaking hot in his security guard uniform, the fabric just stretching and straining to contain all of that young, powerful muscle! Anyway, he goes right up to the table and starts to feel it...rubbing his hand in the table’s hole, feeling the fur where the victim’s erect cock was inserted back in those ancient, cruel, and bloodthirsty days. At the same time he is gripping the front of his pants, rubbing himself in his crotch…which, by the way, contains a truly enormous bulge, but more about that a little later.
Before long, Luke is sporting a massive erection that is jutting down one of the pant legs of his already muscle-packed pants, reaching halfway to his knee! That’s no exaggeration, by the way; Luke’s enormous boner was truly tenting his pants more than halfway to his fucking knee!!
He looks around the room as if to give a final check that the coast is clear, and then you see him undo his pants and drop them to his knees. Man, you have GOT to see this boy’s thighs to believe them – they’re fucking HUGE! He then jerks down his boxer shorts, too, and his massive boner just suddenly juts up, stiff and hard as a piece of metal, and pointed out at about a 45-degree angle.
And God, Luke is as huge there as he is everywhere else! I’d estimate that his gargantuan pole must have measured at least 14 inches, maybe more, and was thick as a fucking forearm!! Seriously, his monster cock is almost grossly fat, so thick that it’s thicker than the business end of a baseball bat! As if the extraordinary length of that elephant schlong wasn’t shocking enough, the girth of that massive pole would have sent even the most cock-hungry woman screaming for the hills! I don’t know what Luke’s girlfriend does with that massive piece of meat, but it sure as shit isn’t going into any human orifice!
Then, well, he just grabs the table and pulls himself up onto it, and slides his massive erection right down into the hole. The fur-lined hole is big, and was meant to be a one-size-fits-all sort of opening, but you can tell that even with the fur making for a slick passage, it’s a very tight fit for Luke’s colossal cock.
When he finally gets his cock in all the way, he groans, and on the tape he says, “Ahhhh! Oh yeah, that feels so fucking hot!” The kid’s voice is surprisingly deep, and it just seems to rumble from deep within his massive chest. God, just hearing this muscle dream speak almost sent me over the edge! Anyway, sure as shit, he starts humping the table, moving those perfect, amazingly muscular hips up and down, pumping that fantastic muscle ass, and grinding his enormous manhood into the fur-lined hole.
He’s a talker too, talking the entire time as he masturbates on the table. The table isn’t running or anything, it’s completely static, but he is really into it nevertheless. He says things like, “Oh yeahhhhhhhhh! God! Oh please! Let me out! Oh please! Urghhhhhh!! Oh God! It feels so good! Yeah! Unstrap me! Don’t! Don’t castrate me!! Oh please!!”
It turns out that this huge, hunky, all-American STUD clearly has a castration fantasy!
He just keeps fucking the table. His big hands are holding the straps that were used to secure the hands back when it was used for real. His pants are down to his ankles, so you can see his perfect ass as he bobs it up and down, pumping his cock in and out of that tight hole.
This masturbation action goes on for more than 15 minutes. I’m impressed as hell, because he’s really pumping his cock hard the whole time, and the tight fit combined with the fur lining around the hole must be providing some fierce stimulation. But the hunky kid holds off his orgasm for minute after minute, letting it build, savoring it, resisting the final plunge over the edge. The big kid really has herculean stamina!
Finally, he reaches the point of no return, and he yells “Oh GAAAAWWWDDDD!!!” Then he begins grunting, really loud, and he starts shooting this truly massive wad onto the floor beneath the table.
The camera caught it all on tape. He just grunts and grunts, thrusting his hips with wild abandon, as his huge wad literally blasts out of his massive, swollen cock. His wad is absolutely enormous, with impossibly thick strings of cum shooting out with an intensity that’s hard to describe. I mean each wad was as thick as a pencil and at least 3 or 4 feet long, and if his cock hadn’t been pointing toward the floor, I’m sure his blasts of sperm would have shot clear across the room! The kid had one fucking hell of a load, and it just kept coming and coming. Again and again and again, Luke blasts out gout after massive gout of his cum, forming a big, sticky puddle on the floor.
I thought his mind-blowing orgasm would never end! But finally, after more than a full minute of cumming, the intensity of Luke’s orgasm diminishes until he’s just dribbling out the dregs of his load. I was so stunned that I had my curator friend rewind the tape, just so I could count the number of wads the kid shot. I counted no less than 25 huge ropes of cum, followed by almost a dozen gradually smaller blasts and spurts. It was freaking super human! The handsome hunk shot more sperm in that one orgasm than the average man could shoot in a month of constant milking!
Anyway, the kid finally finishes, and then he gets off of the table, pulls his pants up, and stuffs his still hard cock back inside with some difficulty. Right away you can see him clean up his mess. I would have thought that the huge puddle of sticky sperm on the floor would have been best served by a mop and bucket, but instead Luke uses a bunch of large white hand towels – more than a dozen of them! – to sop up the big gelatinous mess.
He then leaves the room and continues making his rounds through the museum as if nothing had happened.
Well, guess what? About two hours later he comes back to the table, and you see him looking it over again. This time he actually takes the cord and plugs it in, and you can see the table’s mechanism turning and you hear the faint whirring of the twist wheel as it spins below.
He watches the machine for a long time. He’s eating his lunch, his enormously muscular form perched on the edge of the table, and just munching down on a sandwich. You can see him looking at the table and you can tell he’s really enthralled with it running. After he finishes eating the sandwich, he grabs a big red apple, and then, before he bites into it, he just sort of stops and looks at it instead. Then, well, he puts the apple down and gets off of the table and shuts it down, and then disappears for a second from view.
He comes back a few seconds later with some wire, and the next thing you can see, he is taking the wire and threading it down through the guide hole and onto the machine. His big muscular body blocks what he is doing then, but when he steps away you can see that he has slipped the wire around the apple from his lunch, and it’s just sitting there on the table. He makes the wire really short, and twists the apple by hand a few times to cinch up the wire tight. Then, sure as shit, he plugs in the machine!
Well, he starts rubbing his crotch again while the machine is running, and he’s touching the apple and feeling the wire and rubbing the front of his jeans at the same time. Then, sure as shit, he unhooks his belt and unzips his fly, and then his huge boner jumps out for the second time that night, right into view, hot, hard, HUGE, and ready for action!
He works his cock, up and down, sliding the thick foreskin over his huge cock head as he watches the wire and the apple and listens to the machine purring along. It takes a while, even with the wire as tight as he started it with. At one point he picks up the apple to see if anything is happening, and still, as short as he made it, the wire is still long enough that he can move the apple several inches off the table. All the time the wire is twisting, as the clock on the machine is moving, and after a while you can see that the wire is starting to slice its way into the apple.
He says “OH GOD!!” when that happens, and then he really starts stroking his cock with earnest. He’s yelling, grunting as the wire is cutting its way through the apple, and just as it slices the piece of fruit in two, he screams out “FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKK!!!” and shoots another massive load.
Now keep in mind, this guy just shot a Herculean load not two hours before, by several orders of magnitude the biggest load I have ever seen, yet this second load was just as massive as the first, if not more so! This time the guy’s semen shoots out across the tabletop, squirting out again and again in absolutely massive, thick ropes, and covering both the black leather table and the big red apple with his creamy white spunk. He just shoots and shoots and shoots, pumping out his thick goo, grunting it out just as the apple was cut in half.
Again, his orgasm lasts well over a minute, and by the end, the entire table top is coated with his spunk, and thick ropes and tendrils of the stuff are dripping off the sides of the table and onto the floor. I can get a better look at his load this time around, and I can tell that his cum is incredibly thick and gloopy, absolutely packed with his powerful sperm. The stuff is so viscous that it oozes very slowly off the sides of the table, hanging in long, thick ropes before dropping heavily to the cum spattered concrete below.
Then, guess what? He shuts down the machine and eats the two halves of the apple, covered in his own jism! And I mean covered, so coated with thick, white jizz that you can’t even see the color of the apple!
He really savors it, laughs as he is eating it, and then afterwards you see him take out another bunch of towels and clean up the table, wiping it down and making sure it looks untouched. There is a dribble of his semen on the corner of his mouth, which he apparently doesn’t notice, and it’s there for quite a while afterwards until at some point, he wipes it off. Then he wanders off again for a while.
At this point, the museum curator turns to me and says that now he understands why the museum’s laundry bill had doubled over the past month! The kid had been using so many towels to wipe up his gargantuan cum loads that he was creating multiple laundry loads of soiled towels each night!
About another two hours later, at around 2:30 AM, the kid is back. He comes into the room, checks out the table, and looks under it. He is whistling “happy birthday”, which is so ironic. Then, well, you can see him as he goes right up to the machine, and seems to look it over very carefully. Finally, he takes a loop of wire, and you can see him thread it down through the little guide hole, and then hook it up to the big take-up wheel underneath the machine. He clips off the loose ends with a pair of wire cutters. Then, with the look of a man who has thought of everything, he sets the cutters gently on the little shelf that runs along the back side of the machine, within easy reach. Finally, he seems satisfied.
He makes a walk out to the hall again, and takes a minute to look around, one more time; I guess to make triple sure he has the place to himself. Then, well, he unsnaps his pants and pulls them down and off!
His huge prick is jutting out again in his boxers, stiff and hard, a massive tower of beefy man flesh, a monument of masculinity. He then hooks his thumbs into his boxers and pulls them down, too, and for the first time you finally get to see Luke’s balls. And the sight literally took my breath away.
The kid’s nuts are hard to describe as they are just plain enormous, and it’s no wonder that he was able to blow out the two biggest loads I have ever seen, only two hours apart from each other! Luke’s balls are hanging loose and very low in their scrotum, and they are just massive! What a package!! He has the biggest scrotum I’ve ever seen on a guy, and it is hanging down like a bull’s balls hang, stuffed with his massive balls that define his being. Each gigantic orb is literally the size of a man’s clenched fist – no exaggeration! – and they hang a good four inches from his crotch, their great weight no doubt responsible for that tremendous dangle. They just swing there heavily, ponderously, looking like two massive fruit ripe for the plucking. Hell, they even looked like they were full, swollen even, heavy with unspent cum – which had to be impossible, considering the sheer volume of spunk he had already unloaded that night!
The sight of those monstrous bull nuts hanging there and swinging gently between Luke’s gargantuan thighs was simply mesmerizing. This kid was truly a muscle GOD!
Anyway, he gives his mighty cock a couple of strokes, and then he steps out of his boxers so he is nude from the waist down. He looks around the room again, then reaches down and grabs his shirt, which he jerks up and over his head with a single movement.
God, can I just say once again that this guy is built! This giant of a kid is stark naked, standing by that table, and sprouting the biggest erection I’ve ever seen on a man. His prick is just so excited. At twenty, he’s just perfect, and so sexy that I’ll tell you I was boned up big time watching him.
Well, of course, you know what happens next. Sure as shit, he sits on the edge of the table, and you can see him take the long wires he has threaded up from underneath and he makes a loop. He scoops up his massive balls and puts the wire around the neck of his huge sac, looping it with a single twist while he holds his scrotum in his other hand. He has to grab the narrow neck of his scrotum to hold his massive balls, for his nuts are so huge that they would fill even Luke’s huge hands to overflowing. The end of his prick is glistening with precum, and he’s just so fucking hard it’s difficult to describe.
Anyway, the wire is very long. Probably three feet of loose wire coming up and out of the hole. He can move all over the table, and it’s nothing like the wire would have been if the table was really being used as it was designed. Anyway, then he lays on the table, sliding his cock into the table’s “pussy.” As he slides in his pole he moans, and he just lays there for a while, feeling that little wire around the base of his balls and the fur on his cock and humping the table, oh-so-slowly, up and down.
You just can’t imagine how incredibly erotic the sight was – this incredibly handsome, hugely muscular, perfectly built man lying face down on the table, his massive horse cock protruding proudly through the hole, his trussed up scrotum pulled out behind him, his mighty balls looking so huge, so powerful, so indestructible. So vulnerable.
Next, he pulls his cock out of the fur hole, and then he wiggles forward on the table so that he is up at the upper end. The entire end of his cock is glistening, he’s so excited, and you can see a big drop of precum slowly ooze from his cock and drip onto the tabletop. You can also see the wire, shining in the lights, coming up through that little hole and going to his massive scrotum where it has entrapped his enormous balls. He stretches way out on the table, the wire almost tight, and grabs the cord. Leaning over, he plugs the cord into the wall, and then you can hear the machine come to life, the clock’s second hand beginning its sweep and the twist wheel doing its thing.
He immediately slides back to the center of the table, where he takes his hard cock and pushes it back down, into the “pussy.” He’s beside himself then, moaning and saying “OH GOD!! Stop! Please! Let me go!” He is rocking his muscular hips and humping the table at the same time, the machine purring along like a well-oiled sewing machine, tightening the wire ever so slowly with each passing minute.
Now, the wire, like I said, was very long, and so with each turn of the wheel, the amount of actual tightening that is going on at its business end is much less than it would have been had a shorter length been used. Even so, with each minute that passes, the wire grows shorter, tighter, and as it’s happening, you can tell the young college stud is so freaking turned on.
Once, he pulls out of the table, and then slides up to the end once again and grabs the electrical cord one more time, as if he is going to unplug it. It’s like he is making sure, but after a brief hesitation, he doesn’t unplug it; instead, he moves back and re-inserts his huge, dripping cock and once again begins his fucking with the intensity that only a young man in his sexual prime can deliver. His titanic muscles bulge and flex with his rhythmic motions, and he looks like a gorgeous beast, some sort of primeval sex god.
His perfect, naked ass bobs up and down in the lights, pushing his massive cock in and out of the fur. He’s in heaven, fucking the Fucking Table, living the history so-to-speak, and enjoying every minute of it. In and out, again and again, not in any hurry but letting the intensity of what he is pretending to do overwhelm him. You can see his massive scrotum, trussed up between his legs, slamming into the table with each thrust of his muscular hips.
It’s clear that Luke must really get off on rough ball play, for he is really slamming into the table with force, and then crushing his nuts with his own great weight. The camera’s microphone has no trouble picking up the loud SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! of his huge balls rhythmically colliding with the table top, or the grunts of pleasure as Luke grinds his hips against his trapped balls, crushing and squeezing them against the unyielding table surface.
You can also see the little silver wire wrapped around the base of Luke’s big scrotum, squeezing his massive nuts down to the bottom of their huge sac. The wire looks like a little ring, a birthday ring if you will, holding his balls and tying him to the table, and in a very real way, to history.
He’s living it, experiencing it, and pretending to be tied down in the fantasy. He grips the restraints with his hands, pulling on them and jerking them, as if he’s testing the bonds that were once used to hold down other men for real. He hooks his ankles around the edge of the table, and then strains with his thighs as if he is trying to pull his legs together but can’t. He’s begging, as if there are people around to hear him, even though of course it’s all pretend. “Oh please! No!! Don’t take my balls! Oh please! I beg you sir! Please!! Oh fuck! Oh not my big balls!!” On and on it goes, as he humps the table with an increasing intensity.
The whole scene is indescribably hot, but then, impossibly, it gets even better.
After about 15 minutes of this, Luke finally lets loose with his gargantuan wad. He bellows in pleasure and awesome release as he is doing it, and just pumps out his third load with a frightening power. You can see it in the video, splattering the floor beneath the machine, as he is grunting out the essence of his manhood. And it’s a HELL of a wad! Huge. White. Thick. He shoots and shoots and shoots, and his load is, if anything, even BIGGER and more powerful than his previous two!! This guy’s balls are just pure sperm factories, plain and simple!!
No doubt the acting out of his fantasy was what put Luke over the edge, and made his orgasm even more intense than those that came before.
Finally, after a full two minutes of cumming (again, we rewound the tape, and I counted 34 massive blasts of splooge, followed by 8 or 9 lessening spurts of cream), Luke’s titanic load finally ebbs and ceases. He lays there for perhaps a minute or two, savoring the post-orgasmic letdown, and then says to the air, “That… was… AWESOME!!!”
Finally, he slides out of the hole in the table, and then he wiggles back up to the end of the table to unplug it. But he can’t! He tries to reach again. Then, with a look of disgust, or surprise perhaps, he looks down, at the wire that is restraining him, and then he tries again. God, he can’t quite reach it! I mean, the wire that is around his huge, fat bull balls has grown shorter while he was doing his humping, and so now it’s just about four inches too short to allow him to reach the cord!
I wish you could see his expression! God!! He freaks, then really pulls hard, brutally stretching out his entire scrotum! The man is one hell of a muscular beast, but the wire is fastening him to the table and keeping him from reaching the outlet. He stretches his scrotum from four inches to five inches, and then to six inches, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes against the searing pain, really straining against the cable, but he’s still a couple of inches shy of the cable box.
He laughs, just for a second, then he just sort of relaxes, and bending around, he reaches behind him to the shelf where he has put the wire cutters. He reaches for them, but his hand is at a funny angle, and so as he reaches for the wire cutters his hand bumps them instead, and then, suddenly, they are falling from the shelf. He grabs for them, desperately, a look of shock on his face, misses, grabs again and then as he screams “NO!!!!!”
The wire cutters flip off his hand and, with a clatter, they hit the floor by the machine.
He screams, “OH GOD!! FUCK!! OH FUCK!! OH FUCK ME!!”
He bends over the table after them, but he’s well short of the floor, and as he is bent over reaching for the cutters, he stares at the machine, spinning, around and around, the wire twisting and twisting and twisting oh-so-slowly as he stares at it happening.
He moves back to the top of the table, and reaches again, one more time, for the wall and the cord and his salvation. He yells, “OH GOD!! OH JESUS!! PLEASE!! Come ON!!! PLEASE MAN!!” He’s reaching with total desperation now, stretching out his long, thick fingers, the wire between his legs and around his balls like a cable from hell. The wire is stretched out, still very long but not long enough, pulling on his scrotum and his two big bull balls trapped inside. Still, as hard as he is pulling, it’s still not quite long enough to let him reach the plug to turn off the machine!
Now, he changes his position. He sits up, rocking back and sitting on his knees, so his feet are under him and his big muscular ass is on his ankles. His legs are spread, and he reaches under himself, and grabs the wire that is coming up from underneath the table. He looks at it, and pulls on it with his hand, trying to pull it out of the table and away from the mechanism. He then wraps both massive hands around the wire and pulls. His incredibly huge and powerful arms bulge mightily as he pulls with all of his awesome strength, his gigantic muscles quivering with the effort, but it’s to no avail. Of course, the cable is double stranded stainless steel, and it’s a waste of time, even for a man of Luke’s undeniable power.
The twist wire that has his balls disappears down through the little guide hole, and there it continues to turn, the twisting going slowly, relentlessly, shorter and shorter, tighter and tighter. The look of horror on his intensely handsome face is priceless. He tugs on the wire, pulls on it, his hands trying to wrap the wire beneath his balls and to somehow pull it from the table.
He stares at it, freaking out, tugging on it. His mouth is open, staring, his beautiful blue eyes wide with fear and desperation. “God! Oh please! OH PLEASE!! FUCK!! OH GOD!! NO!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!! GOD!!!”
“HEEEEEEELLLP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
He yells so loud that you can hear his deep voice echo through the museum. He yells again, his deep, sexy voice cracking from the strain.
“PLEASE!!! SOMEBODY!!! SOMEBODY HEELLLP MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”
Again, the bellows echo as his own voice comes back to him. He gasps then, starting to feel the wire as it pushes into his scrotum and begins to pull downward, and he gasps again and looks down, between his legs at the piece of thin steel that is slowly taking his manhood. Looking down there, he cries out “Oh God...this is hurting!!”
He is still on his knees, his legs spread, sitting back on his ass as the wire begins to do its work. His thick prick, which had only partly softened even through all of his terror, grows rock hard once again as he looks out, into the room, staring at nothing and feeling the wire. His prick then grows even harder than before, if that’s possible, up and eager and almost as if it’s trying to get out of the way of his balls.
Luke is facing the camera, looking right at it although he doesn’t know it’s there, and he is gasping for air... freaking... in a total panic and with nothing he can do. His big right hand is on the wire... still pulling on it, trying to stop it from doing the unstoppable. Tears run down from his beautiful eyes and down his breathtakingly handsome face as the pain intensifies and his huge cock bounces to his heartbeat.
“OH GOD....OH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!”
As the birthday boy pulls on the wire that is slowly castrating him, he is slowly being drawn down, lower and lower, to the table. His massive and powerful legs are spread wider and wider as the young hunk is forcibly drawn down to the table. The wire still has some slack, allowing him to move, but soon that slack will be gone.
But don’t forget, the wire is cutting at the same time that it’s growing shorter, and it isn’t the shortness of the wire that causes the cutting. No, it’s cutting by the twisting movement, tighter and tighter, pinching off his massive bull balls one tiny twist at a time. Every thirty seconds its makes another tiny twist, making the loop smaller, and then smaller still. As it does so, the wire pushes down, into his flesh, down into the boy’s big, meat filled scrotum just above his phenomenally huge testicles.
At the same time, of course, the wire grows shorter and shorter, stretching his balls farther and farther away from his crotch, relentlessly pulling them down toward the foot of the table. The fucking table has always been a race between what would castrate its victim first – the pulling of the cable, or the tightening of the choking wire.
“OH!! OHHHHHHHHHH!!! OH GOD!!!” he says, his mouth agape, and his eyes wide in panic.
The minutes continue to tick by, and the wire continues to twist closed and pull harder on Luke's massive baby makers. He looks down and wails.
“Oh! OH SHIT!! FUCK!!! IT'S CUTTING ME!! IT'S CUTTING MY FUCKING BALLS OFF!!!”
“PLEEEEEEAAAASE!!!”
Luke's huge, monster cock bounces up and down without him touching it, and a thick stream of clear sticky honey oozes from his gaping piss slit in a steady river. If his gigantic cock were bouncing any harder, he'd be beating out a staccato rhythm on his abs and the leather table top. A pool of his viscous precum starts forming on the table top, his mammoth cock pumping out more and more of the stuff as if he hadn't already shot the three biggest loads in human history that night!
He looks down, and he can see that his balls have been stretched to twice their normal dangle, pulled to an incredible 8 inches from his crotch!! Shit, I don't think I've ever seen a man's balls stretched that far before, not even by guys who have been stretching their sacs their whole lives! And as he looks at the wire, he can see that the wire itself has disappeared into his scrotum. You can’t see it anymore, just the line of flesh where it is, cinching so tight that it is all but cutting the blood flow off to his massive bull nuts.
I fully expected Luke's nuts to rip off of his body at any moment, either pulled past all endurance, or pinched off by the twisting wire. But this young muscle stud is made of some stern stuff, and his massive balls proved to be just as tough and powerful as the rest of his extraordinary physique. On and on, the wire pulls at Luke’s huge, trapped bull nuts, stretching them farther and farther from his body as the minutes slowly tick by, but they simply refuse to rip free. 8 inches becomes 8 ½ inches, which becomes 9 inches, and then 9 ½ inches! I would have never have thought such a thing was possible!
Luke is whimpering throughout his torment. Just sobbing really, and the agony in his bulging nuts seems to rack his entire glorious body. His enormous muscles are bulging and straining and quivering as he feels his nuts stretched inexorably away from his body, stretched far beyond any lengths that they were ever designed to endure. He continues to hold the wire in his left hand, beneath his balls, feeling it pulling and feeling his agonizingly slow castration.
10 inches!!
10 ½ inches!!!
Like countless other hapless males before him, Luke feels the wire as it takes his manhood, a tiny bit of him at a time with each sweep of the second hand. He just stares now, open mouthed, staring straight ahead again, into nothing, as he lives and feels and experiences his own castration.
11 inches!!
11 ½ inches!!!
You can’t begin to imagine the sight! This college kid's gargantuan balls, what have GOT to be the biggest balls in the entire world, are stretched nearly a FOOT from his crotch, almost twice as far as I have ever seen a man’s balls stretched before! They are bulging, bright red and shiny, at the absolute bottom of their scrotum, threatening to burst forth at any moment, but somehow they endure as the wire continues to pull at them. This guy’s nuts are just so fucking strong, the ball cords enduring what no man’s balls should be able to endure! But I know that even this super hunk can’t hope to hold out forever.
It sadly occurs to me at this point that the young super hunk has got to be ruined already. Even though his scrotum hasn't actually torn yet, and the cables attaching his behemoth balls to his body have not yet snapped, there is just no WAY that the muscle stud's plumbing is still intact -- even if the machine were turned off right now and his nuts freed from the wire, Luke's gargantuan bull balls must already be doomed, his sex life over, any chance of him becoming a father destroyed forever. All that remains is the finality of having his balls detached from his body. Despite the awesomely erotic sight and the massive boner tenting the front of my pants, I couldn't help but feel sadness at the destruction of such an absolutely perfect specimen of masculinity. I know that I’ll never see a man as beautiful and perfect as Luke again as long as I live.
Of course, the machine and the wire and the motor could care less that they are steadily ruining the most insanely handsome, built, and hung stud that’s ever lived. On and on they turn, twisting the wire, ever shorter and ever tighter, and as it happens he feels a pain so intense it seems to overwhelm his being.
12 inches!!! A full FOOT!!!
12 ½ inches!!!!!
At this point, Luke’s balls have been stretched more than three times their normal and already enormous dangle, and they simply cannot stretch any farther. His ball cords are stretched as taut as bowstrings, and refuse to stretch any more. The horrifically elongated neck of his supremely overstretched scrotum is now ridiculously thin, perhaps only a quarter of an inch thick, maybe even less. It doesn't seem that such a narrow and thin strip of flesh could be all that is keeping Luke from castration, all that is separating this super man from becoming less than a man. And, as the machine continues its work, it’s clear that Luke’s balls have only moments left before they are torn from his body forever.
Then, without explanation or warning, his gigantic cock gives a mighty pulse, and then another and another, and then an almighty load of his spunk just begins to pump from his rampant cock with an intensity I have never before seen! Somehow, miraculously, Luke's balls are still 100% fully functional and fully connected to the rest of his gorgeous body, which they quickly prove as they pump out a colossal load that makes his previous three mega loads utterly pale in comparison!
Since his cock is actually pointing forward this time, free from the fur lined hole and pointing proudly before him like some vein-gnarled limb, Luke’s load blasts unimpeded, covering a truly eye-popping distance. Luke's first enormous blast of sperm was a rope of spunk at least 6 feet long and nearly as thick as a finger, and it blew out in a majestic arc, sailing clear over the velvet rope to land well over a dozen feet beyond. That's more than 20 feet altogether! You can actually hear the wet SPLAT! on the videotape as that huge rope of cum slaps against the floor, leaving a long, thick streak of creamy white splooge on the uncaring concrete.
The second blast looks even larger, and hurtles even farther, joining its brother by splashing wetly on the cold floor.
What follows is a veritable deluge of sperm. I watch in utter amazement, convinced that even balls as extraordinarily huge and powerful as Luke's just simply cannot not be huge enough to contain so much fluid, and I suddenly realized that the internal pressures inside those twin bull nuts must have been beyond extreme! The sheer volume of sperm packed in those enormous man eggs just could not be believed. Blast after blast after knock-you-to-the-ground blast of thick, sticky goo rockets forth like it's being propelled from a cannon, which in a very real way, it was. Luke’s colossal cock just shuddered and vibrated and pulsed with awesome power, spewing forth slug after slug of his thick nut butter.
On and on he pumps out his goo, and you guessed it, this one is even BIGGER than the three loads that came before!! The mess on the floor is unbelievable, and just continues to grow! Salvo after salvo is launched from his pistoning cock, jettisoning the very last wad of his young life, blasting out the essence of his masculinity and his future as a father. The phenomenal load is a fitting swan song to a masculinity and virility that is unparalleled, a final and ultimate testament to the young man’s awesome maleness. And it’s all wasted, pumped out onto the cold concrete floor, pumped out and worthless now, his last seed spurted for nothing.
Amazingly, Luke is so overwhelmed by the power of the orgasm pulsing through his magnificent loins that he begins to gently buck his hips in time to each pulse of his cock, actually increasing the torc and stretch on his already perilously overtaxed balls, and threatening to finish the work that the machine has started! I tell you, this kid was simply a god of sex!!
Luke’s monumental orgasm lasts for over two and a half minutes, and pumps what looks like a fucking gallon of his hot and sticky man cream! I had my curator friend rewind the tape at least a dozen times so that I could absorb the full wonder and awe of the young man’s ultimate release. When I was finally able to break free of simply staring at the screen in slack-jawed wonder (after perhaps the 8th or 9th time watching the video), I was able to collect my thoughts enough to actually count the number of wads that Luke managed to shoot in this final orgasm.
76 blasts.
That’s right, 76 blasts!!! More than six DOZEN massive blasts of cum!!! Each blast containing more sperm than even the most prolifically virile porn star could produce in an entire day of milking his nuts dry!! Followed by more than a dozen wads of lessening power and volume! The young man’s final orgasm was beyond epic – it was simply legendary!!!
Finally, only a steady and thin stream of milky fluid oozes from the quivering tip of the young stud’s bloated horse cock. As the orgasm slowly winds down to a single bead of cum dangling on the end of his pole, Luke gasps, louder, and then, with a grunt, prepares for his imminent castration.
The malevolent machine has continued its diabolical work throughout Luke’s titanic orgasm, pulling and tightening further still. Luke’s mammoth bull nuts are now pulled to over 13 inches from his crotch, past his damned knees, and the loop around the base of his screaming balls is cinched so tight that it seems impossible that any flesh could possibly still be connecting Luke’s magnificent balls to his mighty physique!
Luke’s supremely powerful balls had finally reached the very limit of their endurance, and were about to be vanquished and destroyed by the fucking table. It was clear that the moment of truth had finally arrived, and my pulse was racing with excitement.
Maybe it was the tugging caused by Luke’s own orgasm, or the pulsing of unimaginable quantities of sperm through the tiny opening in the loop of the wire, or maybe it was simply losing a prolonged tug-of-war against something that proved ultimately to be stronger.
Regardless of the cause, just as Luke’s thunderous orgasm ceased, the amazing happened.
Luke’s massive stud nuts were quivering mightily at the very end of their thick ball cords, a hairsbreadth from ripping off Luke’s body and being destroyed forever. The young man hung on that razor’s edge for a seeming eternity, uttering a bellow of sheer agony and hopelessness, waiting for the inevitable. Every massive muscle in Luke’s awe-inspiring body tensed dramatically, bulging and flexing and seeming to swell even bigger before my very eyes. At that moment, Luke was the very essence of everything that was male, and all of that awesome masculine perfection was about to be destroyed.
The moment of truth had arrived.
Suddenly, at the last possible instant before the destruction of Luke’s awesome masculinity, the cable itself simply snapped, about four inches below Luke’s bound balls. Yes, you heard me right — the tempered steel, double twisted wire actually snapped, proving no match for the unbelievable strength of Luke’s ball cords!! The fucking muscle stud truly proved that his balls were indeed tougher than steel!! CRACK!!! The sharp retort of the snapping steel sounded like a gunshot going off in the big museum chamber, a loud thunderclap that echoed down the empty halls.
Released from their horrifically brutal stretch, Luke’s balls shot back to his crotch like they had been launched from a sling shot, slamming brutally into his muscular, sweaty crotch before falling downward once again. To my amazement, Luke’s gargantuan balls now hung over 6 inches from his crotch, looking even more masculine and powerful than ever, apparently permanently stretched by his ordeal. As if his original dangle wasn’t extraordinary enough, now the young man’s balls had a resting dangle that might just break all previous records! His massive scrotum almost looked like a bowling-ball-sized sack of meat hanging from a rope. An angry purple bruise encircled the base of his scrotum right above his balls, the only obvious sign that his behemoth bull balls had so very nearly been pinched from his body.
As his enormous balls struck his body with a load smack, Luke let out one final bellow of agony and triumph, and a last, massive wad of sperm squirted out of his throbbing cock to join its brethren on the cum soaked floor.
At 4:47 AM this morning, young football star Luke Bradford became the first man in recorded history to be subjected to the Fucking Table and survive intact!
Luke passed out once his balls were freed, collapsing forward like a felled oak tree and smacking down onto the table’s surface, and splashing into the big puddle of cum that had formed on the black leather. Luke looked even more insanely handsome and powerful in his unconscious state, his huge muscles slack and relaxed, the only movement the steady rise and fall of his chest with each breath.
That was how he was found a couple of hours later by the morning museum staff, face down and unconscious in a pool of his own sticky goo, a veritable flood of sperm soaking the floor in front of the table. Luke’s massive balls rested heavily on the table, stretched hallway to his knees, with the shattered wire still looped around his incredibly massive spuds, a visible testament to the power of muscle over metal.
Paramedics were immediately called, and Luke was rushed to the local hospital. They held him there for several hours, as they apparently were concerned that the unnaturally huge size of his nuts was the result of some sort of brutal and devastating trauma. In fact, I heard that they very nearly cut his balls off, thinking that his sac contained nothing but heavily traumatized and ruined testicle meat! Fortunately for Luke, he regained consciousness and stopped them just before they would have made a terrible mistake. A second threat to his massive nuts avoided in one day!
Luke was released several hours later with a clean bill of health, needing nothing more than an ice pack and a bottle of aspirin to relieve the pain in his throbbing bull nuts. Before the doctors released him, they wanted to make sure that Luke’s plumbing had not been damaged by his ordeal, and the embarrassed young man was made to stroke himself off to yet another orgasm to prove that he was indeed still intact.
In the aftermath of his altercation with the fucking table, it was no surprise that Luke lost his job at the museum. To add insult to injury, the young muscle man was also forced to pay for a replacement wire for the table, and the cleanup bills to mop up all of the buckets of nut sludge that he spewed all over the room.
But on the bright side, at least he didn’t lose his balls!
Happy birthday!
Your friend,
Nathan
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