Gangs. Balls, and Scorpions - Jayse Version

Nathan has a number of stories in his "Gangs and Balls" series, and I've only adapted two of them to my own style and desires. This second story takes place a few months after the first, and involves an even bigger and more bull hung stud named Dan. Dan is an undercover cop who has infiltrated the Scorpion gang, and when his cover is blown, he is faced with paying the ultimate price...

Gangs, Balls, and Scorpions

Based on an original story by Nathan 

Chris Harriman looked angry. Very angry. As he stared at Dan Thompson, his eyes burned and he fought to contain himself. The big dark-haired muscle man was sitting there, in nothing but his hot little overstuffed high rise jockey shorts, and it was just so hard to believe. Dan had been one of the Scorpion's highest ranking gang members, an enforcer with more muscle than any other three gang members combined, and Chris had trusted him totally. What he had never suspected, not in a million years, was that Thompson was actually an undercover police officer, wearing a hidden microphone and setting them all up for the big fall. Not in a million years had he ever suspected that! 

Now there wasn’t any doubt. The microphone had been found carefully sewn into the waistband of the big man’s jeans, and the battery pack that was in his rear pocket was standard police issue. It had rested just below his wallet, and the little panic button on it left no doubt that Dan had known exactly what he was doing. It was a nice set up, a professional setup, and the damage to the gang was severe and would have long term consequences. The Scorpions would have to deal with those consequences in the days and months to come, but right now, here, they had to deal with the spy. Spy! That's what he was, sure as shit, and so things had to be done. Still, mad as he was, Chris Harriman wasn’t ready to kill a cop. And so while he had decided Dan Thompson would live, Chris knew the big muscle stud’s life was going to be very changed from today onward. 

Of course, the big man knew that as well. He knew he had taken a chance, a huge chance, and he’d been caught. Now it was only a matter of waiting to see what would be done to him. He also knew that since he hadn’t hit the panic button before they grabbed him, the opportunity to call for help was gone. Hell, where he was now, the police would never find him anyway, and since he was now 'off line', there wasn’t a chance in hell of getting rescued by accident. At least, not before they took his big cop balls. 

The young undercover cop had been with the Scorpions long enough to know that men who crossed Chris Harriman always lost their balls. And he knew he would be no exception. 

Dan was scared, and he watched as Chris spoke quietly with the other gang members to decide his fate. Big Dan wondered, and he waited. Of course, he knew of the infamous jar, and of the dozens of balls in it, and he had witnessed more than one set be taken. God. He didn't want to be castrated of course, didn't want that and yet he knew he was caught and he knew it would happen. It was a terrible feeling...as he waited for it, wondering how it would be done. The only thing he wasn't wondering about was who would be doing it. 

The big muscle man's mind was active. He had of course known what he was risking when he had agreed to be the 'wire'...but at the time it had seemed a good plan and he wanted the Scorpion’s leader locked up and gone, and this seemed a sure way to make that happen. Now, as he sat tied securely in a big heavy chair while the gang talked and made their decisions, he realized the idea had been stupid. He had totally underestimated Chris Harriman, and it had cost him. Shit! God...waiting...waiting for his own castration! Well...he had seen it be done before, to others, and while it scared him to the core, he fought the fear and kept it together. Besides, he tried to tell himself, it would all be over soon enough and the pain would only last a little while. He hoped... 

He figured they would probably use the bander, like they normally did, to cinch off his big nuts and strangle them. Then, after they had died, hanging like a huge pair of rotting fruit between his legs, then, of course, they would take them and add them to the jar. Yeah, a quick pull of the knife, probably after a few ratchets of the bander's handle, and it would be done and they would be gone. 

He tried to imagine his life without his huge, hairy bull balls. He was proud of his massive nuts, and rightfully so; those huge bollocks were what powered his thick and beefy musculature and made him such a stud. And god, he loved fucking! He had a steady girlfriend, and only a week ago they had talked of getting married and making babies and moving forward with their lives as husband and wife. Of course, now, well, now she would leave him. Yeah, that much was a certainty. You couldn’t build a family or a future with a guy with no nuts. 

Dan’s handsome face was grim with that thought, but if his balls had to end up in the jar, then so be it. There wasn’t anything he could do about it anyway, and so he steeled himself for what was to come. He had seen a lot of men be castrated by the gang, and he tried to see some positive end of it as he waited for it to be done to him. That was hard to do. But at least it was always done fast, and the pain would be over before he had time too much time to think about it. If they banded him first and let them die on the vine, well, he'd get through it and he knew enough to know that the pain of that wasn’t going to kill him. He had watched more than a few men beg while their balls were dying, but no, HE wouldn’t let himself panic, no matter what, and he sure wasn't going to beg! He would never give them that satisfaction. 

As Dan was having those thoughts, Chris Harriman turned to look at him and stared. He squinted, staring at the big handsome man who had turned against them. The traitor was a young bull of a man in his early to mid twenties, and he was built like some sort of super heavyweight bodybuilder. Dan was a tall man at 6’4”, and he packed easily 330 pounds of pure beefy muscular might on his massive frame. This was a guy with an enormous hard body and the chiseled look you get when you spent a LOT of time at the gym, every day, throwing around tremendous amounts of weight. Every massively bulging muscle was worked to perfection, and Chris couldn’t help but feel a stab of envy at the young stud’s massive and gorgeously proportioned physique. The gang leader had long been secretly jealous of the dark-haired man’s monumentally muscular body, and despite his own good looks and ruggedly muscular physique, Chris knew that he couldn’t hold a candle to this uber stud. Hell, he didn’t know anyone who could! 

Chris noted that Dan’s handsome face was straight, without emotion, hiding his fear and doing it well. His eyes were dark brown, and his hair looked almost jet black. The young captive stud had the square jawed, hyper masculine good looks of a comic book super hero, and Chris knew of many young women who were deeply infatuated with the muscular heart throb. His own younger sister was one of those women, and she would get doe-eyed and melt every time he was around. The thought of his little sis falling for this lying stack of muscles made Chris even angrier, and redoubled his intentions to make Dan pay and pay BIG. 

Other than the scorpion pendant around his bullish neck, Dan wore no jewelry, and no rings. He also had no tattoos, no piercings — nothing to mar the epic beauty and perfection of his extraordinary body. Chris was determined to change that forever. 

The gang leader looked down at the cloth-encased package hanging heavy and utterly vulnerable between Dan’s colossal thighs, and he once again found it hard to believe that any man, no matter how huge and muscular, could be hung to freakishly huge. Dan’s package was simply enormous, bulging out of his oversized, overstuffed, and straining underwear and filling it to capacity and beyond. The big muscle man was certainly packing some massive meat and potatoes, of that there was no doubt, and there had long been speculation among the men in the gang as to just how big Dan’s equipment really was. You could clearly see the outline of his huge, thick mule cock as it rested on top of a pair of balls that were so huge it looked like a pair of softballs had been shoved down his undershorts. Chris let his gaze linger there for a good long while as he contemplated the permanent changes there that he was going to make. Oh yes, Dan was soon going to have a LOT of room to spare in those extra large briefs. 

Finally, the leader of the Scorpions looked away and back to the members of the gang that were all looking expectantly at him. Then he nodded, and they all split up to get the equipment that was needed. Some left, and some stayed. Those that left seemed to be in a hurry, on a mission to get a few things and to bring them back. The rest of the members that stayed just milled about and chatted while they waited. Of course, the big, nearly naked man in the chair was waiting too, and he called out to Chris and said he wanted to talk. He knew the chances were slim, but still it was something to try, and perhaps he could somehow talk his way out of this, or at least get some mercy and maybe, just maybe, get a second chance. 

However, as he called, Chris only looked his way and didn't come over. Instead, he whispered something to the man beside him, and then that man just came over instead. In his hand was a gag, and as soon as the man tied in the chair saw it, any hope was shattered in an instant. It took only a few seconds and the gag was in place and his talking options went to zero. The message was clear, crystal clear; there wasn't going to be any talking or dealing or any of the rest of it. 

The gag was the open mouth style...just a shiny tube of thick, hardened rubber that was held in his mouth by a leather strap around his head. With the gag in place, Dan couldn’t talk, couldn't even close his mouth for that matter. He could stick his tongue out around the gag, or grunt and be heard, but other than that there was nothing he could do. Talking was absolutely impossible. He could breathe, groan, grunt, and drool. He was doing a lot of that...drooling, and yet with his mouth forced wide open he couldn't have stopped it for all the money in the world. He tried to talk anyway, to beg, but the sounds he made were just incomprehensible blubbering, and whatever hope he had had to talk his way out of this was gone completely. No, for the man in the chair, for Dan Thompson, there wasn’t any hope and there wouldn't be any salvation. 

After that, the gang joked and talked about other things, and for the most part ignored the gagged muscle stud who was no longer one of them. An hour went by, and then another, and nobody said a thing to the man in the chair. For the man waiting, waiting to be castrated, his mouth grew tired and sore from being forced open so wide. It was terribly uncomfortable, but the gang couldn't have cared less. In the third hour, the gang members began to filter back in, carrying some boxes and apparently successful in their various quests. Finally, there was some movement, and the final item they had been waiting for arrived. 

As Dan Thompson watched, the Scorpions brought in a large heavy wooden table. On the side of it was stamped "PROPERTY LION HIGH SCHOOL" and it was obviously a table from a shop class. It was very heavy, with a thick top and legs to match. About a foot off the floor was a wooden rail that connected all of the legs of the table, adding to its strength and its rigidity. But it wasn’t the shop table that caught his attention. No, it was the very large steel vise attached to the side of the table, the kind with the big handle and the threaded screw that it controlled. It was the kind of vise that was used to hold thick 2x4 beams in place to be cut, and so the two flat faces of the iron vise were quiet large, about 8 inches square on each side. That vise held Dan’s attention, sure as shit it did, and as he stared at the table and the vise he began to feel sick inside. 

Things happened fast then. They picked him up and dragged his hulking, struggling form to the table. Then they just lifted him up until his ass was perched on top of the table with his massive legs dangling off the side of it. His goliath, muscular thighs straddled either side of the huge vise, and the business end of the vise was less than a foot below the level of his crotch. 

Dan was wearing high rise briefs because his girlfriend had given them to him, and his package was extremely pronounced and visible. One of the gang members patted the massive bulge playfully, and then grinned as he did so. Everyone in the room knew where things were heading, and the man felt his fear rise at the same time that the gang members felt a growing excitement. 

After getting him seated at the edge of the table, the gang members tied his ankles to the thick wooden beam connecting the table legs together, spreading his legs wide apart and exposing his crotch to everyone in the room. Then, with a showman’s flourish, they violently ripped off his shorts, tearing them to pieces in the process and exposing his huge genitals to the cold night air. 

The gang members stopped for a moment as Dan’s huge junk was finally released from its cotton prison. All of the men present seemed to gape at the sight of the sheer size of Dan’s cock and balls, for they had never seen such huge genitals on a man in their lives, and they’d seen a lot of well hung men meet Chris Harriman’s wrath over the years. This stud even dwarfed the genitals of the two heroically endowed young brothers, Scott and Jeffrey, who had escaped their clutches a few months before. 

Dan’s cock was a true monster, a behemoth of a bull penis, thicker than a Coke can and measuring 10 ½ inches long in its completely limp state. Thick veins crisscrossed the enormous shaft, and the foreskin-covered head was the size of a small apple. The huge horse cock was both brutal and beautiful at the same time. 

As his balls were released from his shorts, they fell heavily to the bottom of their sac. Though they were partially hidden by the massive length of his uncut mule cock, Dan’s balls were equally as enormous, if not more so. Each mighty orb was larger than the very largest of ripe lemons, approaching grapefruits in size, and hung so phenomenally heavy and full that they stretched the young man’s hairy scrotum at least 3 or 4 inches from his crotch. The outrageous size of his enormous bull nuts and their awesome natural dangle meant that the huge orbs were resting a mere couple of inches above the vise. The vise was currently clamped closed, and as his massive balls hung heavily over those iron jaws, Dan felt his heart begin to race and his hair stand up on the back of his muscular neck. 

Of course, it was crystal clear where all of this was going, and though his eyes begged for mercy, he knew that there was no reprieve and nothing for him to do. He was no longer in control, and so what was to be done was going to be done, and he knew it, and they knew it too. Still... they weren’t really going to crush his manhood in a steel vise, were they?! Surely they wouldn’t do that! Not to his beautiful huge bull balls! God! But the bander wasn't anywhere to be seen, and it should have been out if they were going to do it that way. Dan's mind was racing...he had seen the gang castrate a lot of men, a lot of enemies, but it was always done with a knife or the bander or a combination of the two. But a vise!?! GOD! NO! Still, there was the vice, sure as shit, and his balls were resting right above it, and if they opened the jaws and fit them over his huge balls, Dan knew he was doomed. 

The leader of the Scorpions came up to him then, and the two men stared at each other, eyeball to eyeball. Chris Harriman was standing, and Dan Thompson was sitting, and the tension between them was so thick you could almost see it. Surrounding the table were the rest of the gang, there to watch, and to learn, and to teach. Dan closed his eyes. 

"LOOK AT ME YOU BASTARD!!" 

Dan opened his brown eyes and stared, looking again at Chris Harriman and trying to stare back at him to hide his fear. As he did, Chris reached out and hefted Dan’s absolutely enormous sac of nuts, fondling them and feeling them in their hairy sac. Dan’s gonads were so huge that they overflowed Chris’ big hand, so he cupped as much of that bountiful ball meat as he could, gently massaging the massive baby-makers as he began to talk. 

“Danny boy...I'm really ashamed of you. Never would have suspected, not you. A cop of all things?!? Well...no matter. But man, you’ve got such a nice set of nuts, an honest-to-god set of huge bull balls, I would have thought you would have wanted to protect them and keep them. Especially with that nice girl of yours. What's her name? Jenny? No…Janet? Yeah, that's her. Damn, you and Janet were even talking marriage! Hell, you told me that three days ago! What the fuck were you thinking?! She's a nice girl, with a nice set of tits. She sure as hell won’t want you after tonight, though. I would have thought you would have been smarter than this. Well, it was your choice. Guess those tits won't mean much to you after today. One thing...you need to watch me...to keep your eyes on me. Right now I'm inclined to let you keep your cock...yeah...a man needs his cock to piss, even when he's got no balls. And you’ve got one huge monster snake of a cock hanging there between your legs, don’t you buddy? But if you don't look at me when I'm castrating you, then I'm not so sure I'll let you keep even that. Do you understand?” 

Thompson's Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in his thick, muscular neck as he swallowed his fear. He nodded...and stared. God! The gang wasn't into taking cocks and he sure didn't want his to start a new trend! 

Chris Harriman grinned. And as he continued locking eyes with Dan and holding his massive balls, he just grinned bigger and bigger from ear to ear. Then he slowly reached up to the pendant around Thompson's massive bull neck, the one with the scorpion on it. With a pull, he jerked it, hard, breaking the silver chain where it attached at the clasp. It was a nice chain, a thick one, and it didn't break easily. 

Chris looked at Dan and said, “Now, we can't have you wearing this scorpion anymore. This symbol is reserved for gang members only, which you haven’t really been for a very long time, have you?” 

Then, without warning, Chris spun open the vise. The big clamp opened, the iron jaws gaping wide, as if it was ready for some high school kid to drop in his class project and glue it up for the teacher. Of course, as he spun open the vise, Thompson's massive bloated scrotum hung right over it, hanging right over the big jaws almost as if it was eager and ready and anxious for it to be done. 

You could see the fear climbing up inside of Dan as the big man felt his balls hanging down over the vise. He was looking right at the gang leader, and the two men stared each other down, eye to eye and face to face. Chris stared back at the man he was going to castrate, and then he took the broken chain like it was a piece of twine and slipped it around the top of the man's gigantic balls. He made a loop in the chain and pulled it hard, closing it like a knotted string and choking the huge orbs to the bottom of their sac. It wasn't that tight, at least not so tight as to crush the sac closed or cut off the blood supply feeding those huge cajones, but it did form a very small noose and it was enough to trap the man’s balls down in his scrotum and in so doing doom them in the process. The little scorpion from the pendant was hanging there, next to the balls...the little silver symbol resting against his sac as it hung there, on his balls, and unbeknownst to Dan a foreshadowing of what was going to happen next. 

Chris reached forward with both hands and once again started groping and fondling Dan’s enormous bull balls. “I can’t get over it, Danny boy. You’ve really got a MASSIVE set of balls! Biggest ones I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot of balls! They’re as big as my two fists combined! And heavy, too! I just never knew balls could be so big! Or so heavy!! Who would have thought? You probably cum like a fire hose, huh? Guess that's why Janet likes you so much. Feels like there are a few gallons of your baby batter sloshing around in those huge spuds right now, as a matter of fact. When was your last fuck? Was her pussy hot? I bet it was! I hope it felt good, because that memory's gonna have to sustain you. Your days of fucking pussy are over. Over! How does that idea sit with you? Your oversized balls look ready, anxious even. How do they feel, all noosed up and wearing your pendant? Do you like it? Do you like feeling that noose around your balls? No...I don't suppose you do. Well, I do, and I guess right now that's all that counts.” 

Big Dan Thompson swallowed, open mouthed, his beautiful brown eyes wide with fear. The leader of the scorpions had him by his huge balls, holding them, feeling them, working the individual orbs within his fingers as he pulled the little chain tight and cinched off his sac, trapping them. Of course, he had seen this done on countless others, although usually with a piece of leather or a bootlace, and so as he felt it happening to him he knew where things were going. Still, the vise was new, and it scared him even more than the pendant his big balls were wearing. 

Chris Harriman nodded, and one of the younger gang members climbed up on the table behind Thompson and put his arms around the big man, holding him. The kid’s arms could barely reach around Dan’s hugely muscular form, such was the stud’s massive size. The kid was there in case Dan started to struggle too hard, and he kept him upright and staring at the gang leader. Still, the boy was almost hugging him, licking his ear and running his fingers up and over the man's tight, hard nipples. He toyed with them, and pinched them, and played with them as if they were toys for his amusement. And there was nothing the big man could do to stop any of it, and so he sat there, naked and helpless, and felt the humiliation as the rest of the gang watched and stared and grinned. 

Chris nodded again, and another member came forward with a box. It was wrapped in gold paper, like a Christmas present. Chris opened it, and pulled out a giant lead paperweight. It was made in the shape of the gang's symbol, a giant metal scorpion, and it weighed a little over 40 pounds. The sculpture had claws extended and its big metal tail was curved up over its back, as if it was about to strike. 

Thompson stared at it, and his eyes registered his question. Chris just slowly took the end of the pendant chain that was hanging free, and then slowly reached down to the big metal scorpion, and clipped the chain to a small little hook in the middle of the sculpture’s back. As he closed the hasp, Chris effectively chained the big paperweight to the big man's huge balls, the chain connecting the two until they were literally a part of each other. As he did so, he smiled, and then without warning he opened his hand and dropped the metallic creature. 

As the chain snapped tight, the young man's massive balls took the weight of the metallic scorpion, and he grunted in surprise and pain. His balls were violently jerked down, immediately stretching to move than 6 inches from his crotch, where they hung loose, like a bull's balls hang. Even as the gang members watched, Dan’s scrotum slowly elongated out even further, the heavy weight stretching the ball cords and forcing them to hang down, lower and lower. As the heavy weight tore are Dan’s screaming balls, the huge orbs were pulled down between the jaws of the gaping vise and held them there, centered perfectly between the jaws of the vise and now completely and totally helpless and vulnerable. 

Without any further hesitation, Chris spun the handle of the vise, and the jaws started to close. After only a few turns, the cold steel plates of the vise were touching the warm flesh of Dan’s trapped bull balls, and after only a few more turns, the plates were tight up against them, pushing on his massive testicles and pressing them, compressing them and flattening them slightly within its steely embrace. 

The young muscle man reacted, feeling it, feeling the plates pressed tight against his huge balls, knowing now what was their fate, and as he felt the discomfort and the pressure of it the fear rocked through him and his eyes went wide. He was trapped, and Chris wasn’t wasting any time. He was going to crush them! No! Oh GOD!! It couldn't be true but it was...and the pressure on his nuts was there, and it was real enough, pressing the essence of his manhood and slowly flattening it towards oblivion. 

The teenager holding him upright was still playing with his humongous, meaty pecs, running circles around them and pinching the stiff, erect nipples. As this was happening, in spite of his fear and the growing ache in his balls, Thompson's prick began to grow stiff and eager, almost as though it sensed this was its last and final opportunity to fuck something. His huge billy club began to swell and thicken, adding to its already awesome girth before growing in length. Dan's massive cock was a full foot long before it even began to rise, cranking steadily upward with each heartbeat, growing longer and thicker and harder and stronger with every pulse. Once again, the eyes of the assembled gang members grew wide in amazement as they saw Dan's mighty truncheon swell to truly inhuman dimensions. 

Finally, within the space of a dozen heartbeats, Dan's mega cock reached its full length. Even Chris had to give a low whistle of awe and appreciation, for jutting proudly before them was a majestic masterpiece of a cock that stretched the measuring tape to a full 16 ¾ inches of throbbing, rock-hard man meat. The shaft of that bloated, behemoth BEAST of a cock was thicker than a baseball bat, and nearly as long, and the swollen, helmet-shaped head was as big as a man's fist. Chris teased the erection by toying with the tip, rubbing his thumb over the swollen knob and working the gigantic pole. The attention make Dan's cock stiffen even more, if that was possible, and caused the huge stud to groan. Thompson stared in horror at his traitorous prick, and at the man that was playing with it, and as he did he looked at the vise and the fear shook him to the core. 

Chris continued to slowly turn the handle on the vise, ever so slowly grinding Dan's huge balls between the merciless steel plates. The handsome young muscle man possessed truly mammoth bull balls that measured just over 4 inches thick each, and so it took a long, long time for the jaws of the vise to really start compressing Dan's man fruits. Over the course of nearly an hour, his huge nuts were crushed to 3 inches, and then 2 inches, and then 1 ½ inches, and then just 1 inch. 

The ache in Dan's screaming balls was beyond severe at this point, an ache that ripped through his muscular gut and had tears pouring out of his eyes. Yet at the same time, his cock couldn't have gotten any harder, feeling like it was so swollen that it would split its skin. Dan was desperate for a release, and escape from the searing agony, but he knew that he would not be allowed a moment's respite. 

The brutal cranking of the vise continued, crushing Dan's balls even farther. His huge nuts were now horribly bloated and distorted, bulging so obscenely in their sac that they looked like they would rupture at any moment. Just ¾ of an inch separated Dan Thompson from becoming a eunuch -- less than an inch between manhood and nothing -- between having huge balls full of powerful stud cream and having no balls at all. It was a nightmare, only it was real, and as he looked down at the vise and the handle in Chris's hand, he knew that everything was on the line and there was nothing he could do but wait to feel it happen. 

Chris leaned forward onto the vise and began to talk again “I told you to look at me. I don't want you watching your balls when they die, I want you watching me. I want to watch your expression when I nut you. You know Danny boy, you know your big bull balls are doomed. All those huge, overdeveloped muscles of yours can't save you now. The problem of course is that it's just not enough to take them, not for you it’s not. I trusted you, I trusted you with my life, and you betrayed me. You are a traitor, yeah...a traitor…and a traitor doesn’t deserve to be castrated quickly.” 

Dan Thompson looked down, again, away from the man who held the handle. He felt the fear, and the humiliation, and the awful gut-wrenching PAIN, and there was no way he could look at the man who was going to neuter him. 

Chris spoke then, with an edge to his voice. “I SAID LOOK AT ME!” As he spoke those words, Chris also turned the handle, bringing the jaws even closer together around Dan's bulging balls. Pain tore through Dan's nuts and his rock hard abs, and his eyes jerked straight up until he was eye to eye and staring at the man who was taking his balls. The feeling was primal and deep and his entire belly ached with a burning fire. He almost vomited, and he tried to jerk his massive legs together, but they were tied up, splayed out, and it was pointless. He next tried to rise up, to lift his body off the table, to pull out his nuts perhaps and to save them from destruction. But the way the ropes held him made any such movement impossible. Even if the chain wasn't tied around his scrotum, and the statue’s heavy weight tugging mercilessly on it, pulling it down, his entire sac was now so tightly trapped within the vise that there was nothing he could do to save it. 

Then, unexpectedly, Chris Harriman reached to his waist and unbuckled his belt. He opened the front of his pants and allowed them to slide down to mid thigh. His underwear was the tight, low rise brief kind, and it accentuated his own very large manhood. The pouch was bulging, jutting, and as his jeans slid down his prick pushed outward, eagerly. Then, without any embarrassment, Chris grabbed the waistband of his shorts, and lowered his underwear until his prick popped free. 

Thompson looked down and watched him do this, so he was staring when the gang leader's erection popped out, and his eyes went wide as he looked at it. The erection was massive, hard, and thick, and it jutted up with a glistening knob, anointed with a drop of semen that was beaded on the end. The gang leader's cock wasn't nearly as massive as Dan's own monster schlong - no man's cock could be - but it was still a giant by anyone's measure, a full 12 thick inches of powerful man cock. Slowly, Chris reached upward, took Dan's handsome head in his hands, and pulled him forward until they were looking at each other eye to eye. Then he said, "You know Danny boy, if you aren’t willing to look me in the eye when I take your nuts, then perhaps you aren’t quite ready to be castrated." 

As he said that, he pulled the man's head downward, toward his crotch, and maneuvered it so that the man's open mouth gag was aligned with the end of Chris’ own bobbing pole. For Thompson, his eyes went even wider as he stared at the jutting cock of the gang leader, and then, as he was pulled down to it, he started to beg and he grunted through his open mouth. Of course, Chris could have cared less about his grunting, and he just slowly lowered the man's head farther, until his prick slid inside, through the open gag, deep, all the way in until he was pushing up against the back of his throat and his coarse pubic hair rested against the man's lips. 

Chris threw his head back, and said "Oh yeahhhhhhh!! Oh...yeah! GOD! GOD that feels good!!! That’s it...swallow my prick you cocksucker...blow my prick and eat my wad!" 

The other gang members were laughing, watching their leader as he pushed and pulled Thompson's head up and down over his huge cock. With the gag in place and holding his mouth open, Dan couldn't bite down and he couldn't stop what he was doing. Instead, he just felt it, felt the man's cock in his throat, up and down and in and out...thrusting continuously and with a vengeance. The tears came then...as he felt his balls and that vise crushing them...the pain so bad and in sharp contrast to the pleasure being experienced by the man who was fucking his face. 

As Chris Harriman fucked Dan's stunningly handsome face, he stopped long enough to rotate the handle of the vise and screw the plates even closer together. The reaction was immediate, and as the big muscle man felt his balls being utterly crushed, his entire body spasmed and he struggled like a madman. He tried desperately to sit up...to pull his face off of the cock he was deep throating, but the teenager behind him was still holding onto him, constraining him, and so his struggles did nothing but make them all laugh. 

The face fuck lasted about 10 or 12 minutes, before Chris Harriman looked at the ceiling and began to grunt out his load. Of course, it all went down Thompson's throat, every drop of it. Chris just came and came and came as he squirted out his huge load of goo. As he was doing so, he was grunting, saying "OH YEAH!!" and "I’m CUMMING!!!" and "SWALLOW IT...YEAH...THAT'S IT--SWALLOW MY LOAD YOU FUCKER!! ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" 

His mammoth orgasm lasted more than a minute, and it just seemed to go on and on. Finally, spent and VERY satisfied, he just held the man's head and left his cock buried to the hilt inside the handsome stud’s thick bull neck. He stayed that way for several minutes, until his cock slowly grew smaller, and then he popped his wilting cock free of the open mouthed man. After he did so, he reached down and stuffed it back into his pants, pulling up his underwear and jeans as if nothing had happened. 

Chris was smiling though, and he beamed as he enjoyed the afterglow of sex. He reached down and fondled Thompson's pole, which had for some strange reason grown even stiffer as he had been forced to suck the gang leader's cock. Chris worked it some more, to tease it and make it stiffer, almost as if he needed it hard in order to finish the castration. Dan's bloated horse cock was now hard as a crow bar, stiff and eager, and as Chris worked the man's pole he just ran his hand up and down the enormous shaft. 

Chris Harriman was so satisfied that he could have just sat there, toying with the hunky muscle man's enormous monster cock and torturing his goliath bull balls forever. But there was work to be done, and a man to be castrated. So instead, he slowly reached down and picked up Thompson's face again, and pulled him up until he was seated again, once more upright and straight and still with his humongous balls tight in the vise and his handsome mouth drooling semen and spit. 

Then, leaning forward so they were eye to eye he said, "Thanks Danny Boy, I really enjoyed that. I hope you liked my wad -- you sure swallowed it like a whore. Perhaps that would be a good job for you in the future, playing the whore and sucking cocks?" He grinned then, and made a motion for one of the other gang members to come forward. 

The youngest gang member, a handsome boy with strawberry blond hair, came forward, carrying another box, wrapped like the first in gold paper. As he came forward, Dan looked at the box, Chris’ thick cum still dripping out of his mouth, and watched with wide eyes as the teenager approached him. 

Chris said, "You know Danny boy, Billy here's just a kid. Yeah, just eighteen and fresh and eager. Look at the fuzz on his lip...yeah...it's not much but hell he's working on it. He's just a virgin you know. Well, don't put it down though...yeah, because you know what Danny? Well, you see the kid's got balls, and a big fucking cock, and soon enough he's gonna be a lot more of a man than you ever will be again. Of course, he's a Scorpion, and he's a man. Soon, well, you're not going to be either. Perhaps Janet will do him a favor and take his cherry. We'll have to go see her and find out. I want you to think about that when I'm nutting you." 

"You know, we were friends, you and I, and I'd like to just rotate this handle and get it over with. I'm actually mightily impressed that your balls are still intact. Those are some damn strong fuckers you've got swinging between your legs there, man! Real balls of steel! There's only about a half inch separating those iron plates from each other, crushing your huge gonads nearly as flat as pancakes, yet they seem eager for even more abuse. Looks to me like they're bulging awful bad, though, and your scrotum looks stretched so tight that it's about to burst. Yeah, I don't think it will take too many more twists of this crank to turn you from a prize bull stud into a useless steer. "

"But the problem with taking your nuts is that you apparently aren’t that fond of them. You and I both know it's got to be done, and so I know that you have resigned yourself to it happening. Well, I'm not taking them quick, not for you I'm not. I want you to feel every moment of your castration, I want it to last as long as possible, and I want you to remember this night forever. To make sure you do, I've brought you a little friend to help you get through it." He looked to the teen holding the square box and nodded. 

The youth smiled, and he pulled off the gold paper, and when he did the gang members gasped collectively. In his hand there was a clear plastic box, with tiny air holes in the top and the sides. It wasn’t very big, a little less than 2 feet long on each side. It was just a clear, square box. Thompson stared at it, and his full attention was riveted on it. It wasn't the cage itself that had everyone's attention then. No, it was the scorpion inside, alive, and moving, a great big scorpion, and it seemed to be very agitated. 

The boy moved the cage up to where the traitor's lap was, next to the vise, and as he wiggled the cage the scorpion inside scampered around and tried to climb the walls. Then, without anything being said, the boy peeled off a piece of duct tape from the bottom of the cage, and in doing so he opened a hole in the very center. The hole was ringed with rubber, and the rubber ring formed a small elastic opening. 

Chris took the cage then, and smiled, and then looking at the man who had turned traitor, he carefully and oh so slowly put the cage up until it was resting on the tip of the man's huge, quivering prick, which was jutting upward and bobbing to his powerful heartbeat. Dan's beautiful brown eyes opened wide in panic, and he rocked his head side to side and grunted out through his open gag, breaking his promise to himself and begging for mercy. Chris Harriman just ignored him. Instead, slowly, he pushed down on the cage, and let the man's huge cock head pop through the tight rubber ring and into the hole. Despite the extremely tight fit, Chris kept pushing down on the cage until Dan's entire stiff prick was stuffed inside, and the bottom of the plastic cage was resting against the muscle man's dark pubes and flush with his muscular groin. Dan was now one with the cage and with the scorpion. 

Dan's humongous cock jutted up inside the clear cage like a mighty, bald tree branch, and it quivered and pulsated as his heart raced with fear. For Dan Thompson it was a living nightmare, and he jerked his hips and fought as hard as he could to prevent it from being done. The man holding him gripped him tighter, steadying him, and as he struggled there was nothing he could do. The boy holding him reached around and pinched his hard muscle tits once again, playing with the big nipples and twisting them as his cock quivered and pulsated. The rubber ring in the bottom of the cage rested up against the base of his cock, gripping his shaft with constricting force. The rubber ring was very tight, and it held his blood inside and kept his prick engorged and hard. With the elastic band choking the base of his cock, Dan's entire shaft grew even thicker and the end flared large and purple, like a gigantic swollen plum that looked ready to burst. The gang members all watched in awe as Dan's quivering prick grew ever larger, stretching past an absolutely eye-popping 17 ½ inches of rock hard monster cock. Dan knew his cock had never been this hard in his whole life, and despite the brutal throbbing ache in his crushed balls and the massive scorpion running around in the clear cage, the huge muscle stud wanted more than anything to blow his mammoth load. 

As Dan's mighty phallus intruded into the cage, the animal inside began to run around and around and around, more agitated than ever before. Thompson went ballistic -- he was in a total panic, and yet with his legs tied wide apart and his huge balls caught in a crushing vise, he couldn't do very much but scream and jerk and twist. 

After he had lowered the cage all the way to the base of the man's cock, Chris Harriman took a bungee cord and secured the cage in place, bringing it up under the vise and around the top of the cage...so that no matter how hard the man struggled, there was no way to throw the cage off of his cock. For all practical purposes, the cage and the scorpion were now a part of his genitals. 

"You know Danny boy...fucking a scorpion is a bad idea. Yeah...they don't like that...not at all...and when you fucked with me you fucked a Scorpion. And well, frankly, I don't know why you love fucking Scorpions so much, but I do think it's important that you learn that it is not a wise thing to do." 

The young man's eyes were wide, the fear real and intense, and as he looked at the cage and watched the big scorpion flying around inside, his whole massively muscled body shook with fear. Suddenly, the Scorpion ran up the man's huge cock and then back down, and then it did it again and then one more time. As the creature's eight legs moved over his cock, it grew even harder, rock hard, jutting forward defiantly. The skin on his shaft was stretched so tight that it almost appeared glassy, like you could see through it to the muscles and veins beneath. Dan just grunted and gasped and stared and screamed. 

Chris giggled. Then he turned the handle a sharp quarter turn, and Dan Thompson screamed into his gag. The pain was immediate and intense, and he knew his massive balls were on the brink of rupturing. 

The young muscle man's eyes went wide...and he gasped, and the pain shot up from his flattening nuts with a vengeance. He felt his balls on the verge -- they were crushed so tightly between the flat plates of the vise that they were beginning to bulge out beyond the edges of the plates. Oh GOD!! He bucked his hips and grunted. The scorpion felt his movement, and ran up his cock again, like he might run up a tree branch, and then stopped, and hesitated near the fat and glistening knob. 

Chris said, "I told you to look at me when I am castrating you." 

Thompson looked up quickly, and just as he did he felt a pain in his cock that could not be described. He jerked his eyes back down then to the cage and to the creature, and he saw it was now pinching his cock! The animal had two giant pincers, and they were both now embedded in the meat of his dick head, pinching hard! The pain shot through his shaft and he bucked his hips and jerked like there was no tomorrow. Of course, with every movement he jerked the cage, and as he did so the animal twisted its pincers and gripped its enormous prey even harder. 

Dan screamed, and shook his head back and forth, side to side, fighting the feeling as the thing pinched his cock. His eyes were wide, begging, and he slammed his big, muscular buttocks up and down as far as his ropes would let him. He struggled violently, pulling so hard against his trapped bull balls that he nearly castrated himself then and there, fighting with total desperation to get loose and get free and to somehow be done with it. He screamed louder, a primal, begging scream, then he looked up at Chris Harriman and mumbled out his begging, babbling through his stretched and wide-open mouth. As he screamed, the remains of the wad he had swallowed drooled down his chin, and it glistened in the light of the room. 

As they stared eyeball to eyeball, Chris very slowly rotated the handle of the vise, one full turn, and as he did the plates came even closer together. The man in the vise spasmed, and the bile rose in his throat. Somehow his mighty balls still held, but they were being crushed almost flat and the pain shot through his very soul! He gagged, swallowed his vomit, and his eyes were wide with fear and desperation. Thompson's entire massively muscular body was shaking, and he fought with everything he had, trying to pull his gargantuan legs together, willing his cock to get smaller and somehow escape the cage. 

Chris Harriman then said, "Tsk tsk tsk...Danny...yeah...I can see that you are beginning to learn that fucking a Scorpion is not such a wise thing. You know, scorpions are predatory animals. They normally feed on insects, spiders, and other scorpions. Of course, the big ones, like this guy here, they sometimes feed on lizards, mice, and even snakes. Yeah, I guess they feed on cocks too." 

"You see, they locate their prey primarily by sensing vibrations through little sensory hairs all over their body. On the tips of their legs they have small organs that detect vibrations, and, well, I guess your humongous cock is vibrating right now like a son-of-a-bitch. Yeah, I'm sure to your friend here it probably represents a hell of a meal. Do you feel his teeth yet?" 

Dan Thompson was absolutely ballistic. The scorpion was working the head of his cock with its pincers, and the pain was driving him insane. It had moved up, to the very tip, and it began to bite into the tiny lips there, pinching into his glans at the same time. The feeling overwhelmed him and Thompson screamed. He screamed and screamed, and yet he was powerless to prevent any of what was being done to him. Nobody else seemed to be in any hurry, and so the gang just waited as their mascot worked on the opening to Thompson's cock. 

Fifteen minutes? Thirty? An hour? Who knows how long they watched and stared and laughed? Chris Harriman was in no hurry, that much was for sure. He waited, watching, savoring the struggles and the fear and the panic of the mighty muscle man who had turned traitor against them. As he sat there, with his balls on the verge of popping, that creature was working on his cock, playing with it, pinching it deep and hard and biting it again and again and again. It would pull out a pincer and grip a different spot, hard, and each time a new pain shot through the young muscle man’s entire body. 

Dan stared at the scorpion, willed it to stop, but it just played on the end of his cock, biting into it occasionally, pinching it continuously and not letting go. The pain could not really be described, and it consumed him. Even so, his cock stayed hard, rock-fucking-hard, stiff and eager, the rubber ring holding it and keeping it hyper engorged. Still, the gang was happy, watching their own brand of justice being played out, and they laughed and laughed and laughed as the bug chewed on the traitor's cock. All the time the man stared and watched and felt it, and as he did he screamed continuously, blabbering out his begging in an incomprehensible babble. 

Finally, after some more minutes had passed, Chris Harriman had seen enough. He said, "I told you...I want you looking at me when I castrate you. I'm not going to do it until you are staring at me, and if that takes all day then so be it. I'm in no hurry. If you want it to end, then just look at me and I'll do you the favor and take your balls." 

Dan Thompson, cop, muscle man, handsome and powerful uber male, hung his handsome head dejectedly for several long moments, knowing that the end had come but not yet ready to accept it. Then he steeled his courage and looked up, locking eyes with his assailant with defiance and fury in his eyes, and forced himself to stare at the man who was waiting to finish castrating him. He forced himself to stare, in spite of the feeling of the creature attacking his dick, and the feeling of his balls being crushed nearly flat. His expression said it all, a mixture of begging and defiance, almost eager to be castrated so the nightmare could end. At that moment all he wanted in the world was for this to end and his balls to be taken. 

As he looked up and stared at the leader of the gang, he saw him grin, and then, slowly, so so slowly, he watched Chris Harriman begin to close the handle of the vise. Slowly, oh so very slowly... a half turn... then another... and then one more. The two men stared at each other. One was smiling, grinning really, and the other was screaming... grunting... straining with wide, fearful panicked eyes...staring like a madman stares, desperate, and almost insane as he felt his balls being crushed past all endurance. Barely ¼ of an inch now separated the steel plates of the vise, and Dan's gargantuan bull balls were truly now crushed as flat as pancakes. Both men knew that the end was just a moment away. 

Suddenly and without warning, Dan's mammoth dick erupted with a force and fury that really could not be described. Huge ropes of cum just shot out of the pulsing monster cock like a cannon. It was his last orgasm, his body's final attempt to fertilize something, anything, as he lost his balls, and it was a fitting swan song to his extraordinary manhood. 

Who would have thought? He squirted his last wad with a vengeance, pumping out his goo in incredibly thick ropes and ribbons. The first wads splashed into the scorpion, which quickly scurried part way down the length of the thundering pole. The next wads shot upwards against the roof of the cage, splashing across the entire surface and painting the top of the cage white. Subsequent wads continued to whitewash the top and sides of the plastic cage, and great ropes and strands of his incredibly thick and potent semen dripped and oozed heavily out of nearly every air hole in the cage. He spurted under intense pressure, just like a fire hose, and as it was happening he grunted and grunted as he shot his truly gargantuan wad. It was without doubt the most violent orgasm of his life, and he seemed to spurt forever as he emptied his final load from his soon-to-be ball-less cock. 

Chris Harriman paused to watch the magnificent orgasm for several long moments, awe struck by the muscle bull’s awesome display of hyper masculine virility. It was a damn shame that a pair of balls that wonderfully huge and powerful were about to become ground beef, thought Chris. He would have loved to play with and torture these super human bull balls for weeks on end, forcing load after spectacular load out of them, but he knew that was not meant to be. Instead, he just watched in amazement as the titanic orgasm raged onward with no end in sight. 

The scorpion didn't like it at all when the man's cock began to ejaculate. It ran up and down the thundering organ several time, growing more and more agitated. Finally, several minutes into the orgasm, as Dan's mammoth horse cock continued to pulsate and pump out his never-ending supply of nut goo, the venomous arthropod reacted with a vengeance. It pulled back, and using its pincers to hold on tight and get a good purchase on the thick, meaty shaft, and then it suddenly moved the last five segments of its abdomen in a lighting-fast striking motion. In a blur, the big tail slammed forward over its back, driving the sharp, curved aculeus into the man's squirting cock and injecting its venom directly into the traitor's massive, swollen cockhead in the process. It stung three times -- BAM! BAM! BAM! -- driving the sharp spike deep each time, squirting out its poison from its tail again and again and again. 

The pain was instant and incredible. The complex neurotoxin was dumped into Thompson's engorged cock and then, literally and figuratively, the man's pole began to froth at the end, a mixture of thick semen and something else as well. The entire cock began to twitch instantly, and the cum turned to a foam that pumped out the end of his prick as it began to react to the toxins surging through it. The man bucked his hips and screamed as his cock burned like it was on fire. As for his orgasm, it continued unabated, heedless of the searing pain now coursing through his massive cock. The pain far overwhelmed any possible pleasure from the orgasm, even as he continued to squirt out massive ribbons of his frothy goo. Even so, as the pain took him, he thrusted wildly, the box with the scorpion in it riding up and down with the motions of his crotch. The severe pain multiplied a hundred times, and then a hundred more, and after that he just started to bellow and scream like there was no tomorrow. 

Dan's cock started swelling fast, growing impossibly wider by the minute and stretching the already super taut skin in the process. As the massive cock continued to twitch and pulse, and the bellowing muscle man continued to slam and buck his muscular hips, the cage slammed up and down, and as it did the Scorpion stung again, and then again and again one more time. It literally was slamming its tail into the man's cock, puncturing it each time and in different places all up and down the shaft, driving more and more toxin into the swelling tissue with each strike. 

The cock swelled so fast you could actually see it happen. The skin stretched tight, and then tighter, looking like it would just split along the entire length and turn inside out. It was bright red too, flame red, and it grew redder by the second as the excruciating toxin surged through the hyper engorged cock. He screamed, a wild, primal, panicked scream, the scream of a soon-to-be ball-less man with a dying cock. The toxins that had been injected into it were intended to stun and immobilize its prey by overwhelming its pain sensors, and with nearly a dozen stings already in his massive schlong and more on their way, Dan felt like every massive muscle in his body was about to seize up. 

Chris was thoroughly enjoying the sight of Dan's extremely violent and tortuous orgasm, and decided it was time to bring the night's entertainment to a conclusion. He looked at his handsome young captive and said, "I am going to take your balls now, Dan, but I'll let you keep your huge cock. I think your little friend has dibs on it anyway. You fucked a scorpion and you got stung. I guess you should have expected that. You're not gonna die, at least not from this you won't. This species isn't lethal, and besides, that rubber ring will keep most of the poison trapped within your cock. Not sure about your cock though, it pretty much looks done already. It's bright red now, and if it swells any bigger, it's gonna fuckin’ explode. Well, I guess you deserve that, so I'm happy for you there. Hey, don't look so worried, I'll let your cop friends know where you are...in the morning. I think you and your scorpion friend ought to at least spend the night together. It's your last chance to spend time with a Scorpion and you guys do seem kind of close. See you around..."

The gang leader grabbed the handle and started turning the crank again, tightening the vise even further. The pressure being exerted on Dan's trapped balls was enormous and growing with every moment. The extreme pressure caused Dan's orgasm to actually redouble in power, pounding out even more extraordinary quantities of his rich nut milk in an effort to empty his mighty sperm tanks before they burst. It was simply impossible that any man's balls, no matter how tough or how strong, could have survived this much abuse already, but there was definitely no way Dan's behemoth bull balls could take any more. The purging of his titanic sperm load wasn’t helping matters any either, for the vast reservoir of thick and gamey splooge had actually been helping to reinforce and maintain the structure of his humongous nuts. With his balls nearing empty, his gigantic gonads, the well spring of his extraordinary masculinity, were about to be demolished absolutely and totally and forevermore, leaving his big hairy sac empty and useless. At any moment, his mighty baby-makers would finally succumb to the brutal crushing forces, and the contents of his nuts would spew out in all directions, exploding with a loud THWAT! sound and plastering his massive, muscular legs with shattered pieces of broken ball guts. 

Suddenly, the muscle man let out a mighty bellow, louder than any cry he had uttered before. He threw back his head, and every massive muscle on his body stood out in deep, extraordinary relief. Chris knew the moment of Dan's destruction was upon him, and he threw his weight into turning the crank one last time...

The mighty muscle stud somehow found a tremendous hidden well of strength, and with a roar he simultaneously shattered the cuffs clasping his wrists behind his back, and cracked the wooden beam holding his legs open. The gang members, Chris included, all jumped back in utter shock -- surely no man could be strong enough to break free of such strong bindings! 

Dan swung his arm back, knocking the kid behind him clear across the room, and then placed both hands on either side of the cum-slick cage. Grunting with the effort, even as the huge scorpion continued to sting his spasming cock, Dan began to pull the cage off of his dick. However, his already huge cock had by now swollen to truly grotesque dimensions within the cage, bloating to more than twice its already stupendous girth, and try as he might, Dan could not force the cage off of his cock. He began to pull so hard that the gang members could see the very base of his massive cock straining, and it looked like he might tear his own cock off at the root. With lances of fire continuing to shoot into his cock, Dan's fury grew to a new level, and with a mighty roar he pressed his hands together, shattering the cage and freeing his cock. 

Amazingly, Dan's cock CONTINUED to pound out what must surely be the granddaddy of all orgasms. To Dan's horror, however, the scorpion still clung to his horrifically swollen cock, clutching it with its fierce pincers and driving its stinging tail into his massive meat again and again and again. With another roar of fury, Dan backhanded his own cock, dislodging the scorpion and sending it flying across the room. 

Chris recovered from his shock and shot forward, clutching the vise handle once again in both hands and, grunting with the effort, gave it a mighty turn. Dan’s massively muscular arms flew wide and he threw his head back again and screamed, the agony in his nearly busted nuts utterly crippling him. Had his balls not still been trapped in the death grip of the steel vise, big Dan would have dropped to his knees in agony. 

Not wasting his advantage, Chris turned the crank again, and again, and again, expecting with each turn that Dan's humongous nuts would finally explode. The huge steel plates were almost touching -- just a couple more turns, and the jaws of the vise would be slammed shut, destroying anything in their path…

A massive hand suddenly shot out and grabbed Chris by the neck. The surprised and terrified gang leader suddenly found himself hauled into the air by the massively powerful muscle stud. Even with his bull nuts quivering on the razor's edge of destruction, Dan's strength was phenomenal, and with just one arm, he hurled Chris against the far wall with a resounding crash. Chris struck the wall so hard that he was nearly knocked unconscious, but he quickly staggered to his feet. His fellow gang members were already starting to flee the warehouse, and Chris decided that the wise thing would be to follow suit. 

Dan, his massive arms trembling with the agony coursing through his crushed nuts, grabbed the vise handle with both hands and began to quickly open the jaws, bringing his tortured bull balls back from the precipice of destruction. It would take him several minutes to free his balls from the vise, and then another minute or so to remove the 40-pound weight hanging from his huge orbs. Chris took those moments to taunt the big muscle man. 

"Danny boy, it's been a lot of fun, but it's time to leave you now. Yeah, high time I'd say. You get to walk away with your balls today, but you better make sure you keep your cop buddies off of us. If you don't, well, we'll have to come back and find you, and if that happens, today will seem like a picnic. I promise you I will take your balls, and it will be more painful than you could ever imagine." 

With that, Chris scampered out the door and disappeared into the night. 

A couple of minutes later, Dan finally succeeded in freeing his screaming balls from both the vise and the weight that had been pulling mercilessly at them for hours. His huge balls were bright red and swollen to even greater dimensions, and now hung more than 6 inches from his crotch. But they were remarkably, miraculously, thankfully still intact. Though they had been crushed to within a hairsbreadth of bursting like a pair of overripe melons, they had survived the horrific ordeal and would be completely healed within a matter of days, though they would forevermore hang awesomely low in his huge, hairy scrotum. 

Dan's horse cock was definitely the worse for wear from all the abuse it had suffered. Small rivulets of blood seeped from several dozen puncture wounds, and his cock was swollen beyond all human dimensions. The rubber ring was still choking the very root of his cock, and Dan realized that the ring was the only thing keeping the scorpion's poison from coursing through the rest of his body. 

Dan began searching the room for his hidden microphone. In the process, he found the giant scorpion backed into a corner of the room. The huge creature arched its tail and lifted its pincers menacingly, threatening Dan with even more punishment. Dan grimaced at the ugly creature, picked up a nearby cinderblock, and dropped it on the huge insect. The crunch and gory splat of the scorpion's demise put the first smile on Dan's handsome face that day. 

The weakening muscle man finally found his hidden mircophone, and with a profound sigh of relief, hit the panic button. Help was now just minutes away...

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When the police arrived at the scene, they found an amazing sight. Their fellow officer Dan Thompson was laying back on a large wooden table, completely buck naked and nearly unconscious. His massive, gorgeous muscles glistened in the light, for they were slick with multiple coatings of his own thick spunk. In fact, everything within 10 feet of the table appeared to be covered in ropes and streamers of thick, funky, sticky spunk, and the whole room reeked of the stuff. 

More amazing still was the mighty tube of flesh that jutted up from the young muscle stud's groin. The sheer size and mass of the huge fuck cannon was simply inconceivable. Dan's heroic monster cock had swollen from its original mammoth 16 ¾ inches to a whopping, extraordinary 20 inches! Its girth had increased proportionally as well, and the mighty truncheon was now as thick as Dan's own muscle-corded forearm. 

The huge cock was an angry lobster red and showed signs of extreme trauma. There was also a hard rubber ring around the base of the huge cock that was so tight, it constricted the massive phallus to barely ½ its regular diameter. An exhausted Dan told the EMTs on the scene what had happened to him, and they rushed to give him anti venom for the scorpion toxins. They injected 4 syringes full of the anti venom directly into Dan's cock. Normally the pain of large needles being stuck to the hilt into a man’s erect phallus would make him scream in agony, but Dan was already in so much horrific pain that the needles barely registered. He just grunted and clenched his teeth and bore the additional agonizing pain. 

The EMTs said it was a good thing that they had arrived as quickly as they had, for if left unchecked, the scorpion's toxin would have liquefied his cock from the inside out, destroying it completely and making it an easy meal for the scorpion. They also told Dan that it was a good thing he had not removed the ring from around the base of his cock, for he had had enough toxin pumped into his body to kill an elephant. As it was, the paramedics were amazed that his cock had survived, and they determined that it was only the sheer size and mass of his huge monster schlong that allowed his cock to survive long enough until the anti venom could be administered. 

Dan was rushed to the hospital, where he stayed for several days. It was hours before his cock finally began to grow soft, and even then, it remained grossly swollen and puffy for days afterward. After 4 or 5 days, Dan's cock had almost entirely healed, but it did not return to its previous size. Dan's mammoth cock was now never less than 12 ½ inches when completely limp and flaccid, hanging down past his knees like a third leg. And when fully hard and erect, Dan's gargantuan penis stretched the measuring tape to 18 ½ throbbing, mouth watering inches. Dan smiled to himself at the irony that he had the Scorpions to thank for the new and improved size of his heroic monster dick. 

Speaking of the Scorpions, Dan's testimony over the weeks to come resulted in the arrest and ultimate imprisonment of more than 30 active members of the gang. Chris Harriman and several other members of his notorious gang, however, could not be found. But Dan knew in his heart and in his gut that he would meet Chris again, and next time, only one of them would walk away with their balls intact...