Brokeball Mountain - Jayse Version

Greetings gentle (or not so gentle) readers!

Here is the third story in a row involving 'cowboys.' The next story I'm currently working on will be about a Navy seaman, so I'm finally getting off the cowboy kick for a while. :)

I don't usually change a story's title, but I did in this case. The story just seemed to scream for the tongue-in-cheek name of "Brokeball Mountain," so I couldn't help myself. As per usual, I turned this particular story on its head -- instead of the young new recruits losing their precious jewels, the rough veteran cowboys lose their lives. But along the way, handsome young Lukas ends up suffering a LOT! I hope you enjoy!

Brokeball Mountain

Based on an original story called “Taming of a Young Cowboy” by Missing

How Jack trained his apprentice cowboy, then tamed him through the winter. 

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Lukas decided to have an adventure before going off to his first year at college. The handsome 18-year-old wanted to see a little something of the world before going off to a four-year university, so he decided to take a year off from his studies and do something completely different. And when the city boy saw the advertisement for cattle ranchers needed up in northern Montana, Lukas knew he had found just the opportunity he’d been looking for. 

The advertisement indicated that the rancher needed strong young men to muster cattle and brand calves before the winter set in, and then to feed, care for, and monitor the cattle throughout the long cold months. The ad specifically called for fit and adventurous young men who were prepared to rough it and camp out in the wilds with experienced cowboys. The advertisement promised to make a real man out of the most citified kid. The ad stirred something deep in Lukas’ breast, a desire to experience one of the few truly wild places left on earth. He immediately filled out the extensive application form, providing detailed information about himself, including his age, height, and weight, as well as the requested photos showing himself without a shirt, ostensibly to prove that he wasn’t scrawny or a weakling. 

Lukas grinned as he enclosed those photos, for he knew he was anything but a weakling. The lad may have only been 18, but he was already a mighty big boy, weighing a massive 265 pounds of fat free, gridiron-hardened muscle on his large 6-foot 2-inch frame. Lukas had played football throughout high school and had led his team to the all-State championships three years in a row. The kid was a beast, and with his awesome size, amazing athletic ability, and stunning good looks, he could have gone straight to college on a full athletic scholarship, but the call of the wild was too great a draw. He knew that his athletic scholarship would be waiting for him for the next term, so decided to quench his thirst for adventure first. 

The young man was thus delighted when he received a letter a few weeks later informing him that he’d gotten the job. Within the week, Lukas was packed and flying off to Montana, traveling by bus to the small remote town where he met up with the other new recruits. 

Montana in late June was warm and beautiful, and so Lukas and the other greenhorns were in excellent spirits as they met at a local burger joint and got to know one another. They would be spending the next six months together in close quarters, so Lukas made an effort to start getting to know them right away. They were all of a similar age, between 18 and 20 years old, and Lukas was immediately struck by how much they were all alike. All of the boys were extremely well built, with a couple of them approaching the size of Lukas’s own mighty physique, and if Lukas was being honest, he had to admit that they were all very handsome as well. Lukas didn’t normally swing that way, but even the straightest man in the world would have realized that these were some damn hot young studs, and Lukas found himself even that much more excited to be spending the upcoming months with them. 

As the lads were enjoying their lunch or burgers and fries, an enormous bull of a man entered the room. the guy immediately commanded attention, not the least because he commanded so much space. The massively muscular man stood at least 6 feet 5 inches tall, and even through the denim pants and heavy flannel shirt, Lukas could tell that the man’s build dwarfed his own. He estimated that the guy must have weighed well north of 300 pounds, perhaps closer to 350, making him easily the most massive man Lukas had ever met. The sight of the muscle giant filled Lukas with a strange mixture of fear and arousal, bot of which confused and surprised him. 

The big man appeared to be in his mid 30’s, and was handsome in a rough, rugged, and very square-jawed kind of way. He surveyed the room and the 12 new recruits with a scowl on his gruff-featured face, then introduced himself as Jack and the head foreman on the cattle ranch. He instructed the lads to finish their lunch and gather up their things, then meet him outside in 15 minutes. The huge man then turned and left the room, leaving the boys abuzz with what was going to happen next. They quickly finished their food and filed outside, where they found Jack and several other big men waiting for them next to several heavy duty SUVs. The trucks all had a bunch of gear stowed in the back, and each lad was outfitted with his own kit, including sleeping roll, cooking gear, and survival supplies. They were also issued two-man tents and other gear. Once they were all kitted out, the eager boys filed into the SUVs, and the entire group headed off for the ranch. 

The ranch itself was very remote, and it took several hours driving down dirt roads to finally reach it. But when they arrived, Lukas’ heart soared, for this was exactly what he had in mind. A ramshackle scattering of buildings was surrounded by large pens and paddocks, all of which contained countless heads of cattle. There were hundreds, thousands of cows, calves, and bulls wandering around these open pens, and Lukas knew that he’d landed himself on a real life dude ranch. 

The boys were all informed that they’d be living at the ranch for the next few months, learning how to ride horses, herd cattle, and brand calves. A strict work schedule would extend from sun up to sun down, and all the lads would be sleeping in the same bunkhouse together. When winter approached, they would help the experienced cowboys lead all of the cattle north into a protected valley, where they would be sheltered from the worst of the winter’s snow and fearsome storms. The lads would sleep in their two-person tents throughout the winter, moving the herds as necessary and keeping the predators like wolves away. Come the spring, they would lead the herds back to the ranch, at which point their tour of duty would be done and they could head back home. Jack informed them all in his deep booming voice that the next six months would be a trial for them all, and they would face challenges — physical and mental — that they’d never faced before. But by the end of the winter, Jack assured them all that they’d be real mountain men. The boys all grinned at each other and headed off to their bunkhouse, eager to unpack and get to work. 

The weeks that followed were grueling in the extreme. Even Lukas, who had been accustomed to heavy duty workouts in the gym and long days running and training on the football field, was pushed to him limits by his daily chores. The boys were up at the first light, distributing feed to all of the cattle and rounding up any that had gotten free during the night. Their days were spent milking the dairy cows, branding the yearling calves, mending fences, scooping up massive piles of manure, and doing other back-breaking chores around the ranch. All 12 of them went to bed utterly exhausted every night, and a few of them had wanted to quit and go home, but Lukas and the others convinced them to stay. 

As the weeks rolled by, though, all the lads realized that they were adapting well to their new lifestyle. The constant exercise and hearty ranch diet was causing all of their young bodies to grow, adding thick, quality muscle mass even as they leaned even further down. Lukas responded most dramatically of them all; the already genetically-gifted young man added a dozen pounds in his first month on the ranch, and then a dozen more the second, and just kept right on growing. The young man was overjoyed at his new muscular size, and couldn’t wait to see how big he could get by the end of the six months. When he finally did get to university and started playing college football, he knew that he would be one of the biggest, beefiest men on the entire team, if not the whole division. 

Jack and the other experienced cowboys were rough and no nonsense dudes, and had no time to mollycoddle the young recruits. Even Lukas, as easy-going and charming as he was, couldn’t seem to make any headway developing friendships with the veteran cowhands, not like he did with his fellow greenhorns. There was clearly a well-defined division between the older, experienced cowboys and the young recruits. 

Lukas also caught the older cowboys sizing him up when they thought he wasn’t looking, almost like they were sizing up one of the many steers on the ranch. The cold, hard stares were very disconcerting, and left Lukas feeling very awkward and uncomfortable. He always shook the feelings off and returned to the tasks at hand, but a nagging worry remained at the back of his mind. 

The young man loved all the hard work, though, and he found himself thriving in the outdoors, drinking in the huge skies and expansive vistas even as he performed back breaking work. Lukas learned how to ride a horse like a real cowboy, and how to rope and throw the young calves. The lad was extremely strong, and growing stronger all the time, no doubt in response to lifting dozens and dozens of 200+ pound calves every day across his broad shoulders and carrying them to the castrating pens. 

Lukas had to admit that the castration of the male calves was his least favorite task on the ranch. He felt sorry for the little guys, having their already big bull nuts cut off before they’d ever even had a chance to mount another cow. The cowboys worked in teams, with one gripping the calves’ rear legs firmly and using his booted feet to press the hocks of the calves’ feet so that they were spread wide apart, while another squatted on the beast’s shoulders, holding the terrified calf in place. Jack or one of the other experienced cowboys would then use a device that looked like a pair of pliers fitted with a green rubber band, and would stretch the rubber band over the young bull’s scrotum, push the device up flush to the creature’s groin, and then release the band with a loud snap. The sharp snap of the rubber band would often cause the calf to try to leap and buck away, but Lukas and his fellow young recruits had grown far too strong to be dislodged, so the calf would be held perfectly still while the cowboy would perform the next procedure. 

Jack had explained that, even if they did nothing else, the green band fastened around the young bull’s scrotum would quickly cause the creature’s balls to die, eventually turning black and falling off. But that always left a chance of gangrene or other disease that might sicken or kill the new steer, so Jack and the other men used small knives to finish the task faster, letting the rubber bands prevent blood loss and infection once the bull’s testicles were removed. 

The veteran cowboys were remarkably swift and adept at this procedure. They would deftly slice open one side of the young bull’s sac, and then fish out both immature, but still sizable, testicles. The blue-gray orbs would then hang freely from their life-giving cords, glistening wetly in the sunlight. The cowboy would then make two quick slices, and both alls would land with a dull thud to the earth below, cleanly severed from the crotch of the young bull — now a young steer. The animal would buck and give a pitiful bellow as its nuts fell free, but was defenseless to stop the procedure. 

After the first day that Lukas had participated in the calves’ castrations, he approached the taciturn Jack and asked him why the little bulls had to be castrated, and whether it hurt them as much as it looked. Jack was more animated than usual in his reply, his dark eyes sparkling with an inner fire that made Lukas as uncomfortable as the strange stares he’d gotten from the other cowboys. But Jack explained that they castrated the young bull calves both to control which bulls would be selected for breeding with the heifers in the spring, and also to quiet the young bulls down and prevent them from fighting as they got older. Uncastrated bulls, Jack explained, were far stronger and more aggressive than steers, and were therefore more dangerous and harder to handle. As for the pain, Jack merely said that the procedure was over quickly, and that the fresh steers soon forgot about the pain. 

Over the next couple of weeks, they branded and castrated thousands of young calves, and Lukas was finally allowed to perform the castration part of the process. He had to admit, as he cut out his first set of bull testicles, that it was strangely exciting and arousing, and he threw a massive boner that his tight denim jeans couldn’t conceal. 

Jack grinned as he noticed the huge bulge in Lukas’s pants, and he reached down one huge hand and gently but firmly patted the growing bulge, saying, “Looks like you enjoyed that, Luke!” 

Jack’s bushy eyebrows then shot up in surprise as he felt the young man’s enormous package, and his grin grew even larger as he roughly squeezed and fondled the huge set of lumps and bulges in Lukas’s jeans. 

“Damn, kid, you’re quite the bull yourself! Who knew you were hiding so much meat and potatoes in here? You know, perhaps nutting you would do you some good, too!” Jack said, barking out a gruff laugh as he gave Lukas’s tight pouch another rough squeeze before releasing it. Lukas blushed crimson with embarrassment and pretended to ignore the crude joke, but later was very troubled by the bizarre exchange. Particularly the way that Jack’s enormous hand had almost longingly caressed his huge balls… 

By October, the weather had already turned decidedly colder, and the days were getting shorter and shorter. The cowboys and recruits worked even longer hours to finish up all the branding and castrations, and by the middle of the month, the herds were ready to be taken into the mountains for the winter. The team gathered up their horses and gear and headed out, herding the thousands of cattle north toward their wintering location. The new recruits had become so seasoned and experienced by this point that they were able to handle the northern migration like old pros, and the week-long journey was almost without incident. 

Winters this far north could be brutal, and Lukas found himself wondering how cold and miserable things would have been if they had NOT been in the sheltered valley. The snows has begun in early November, and by the beginning of December, the passes were completely snowed in, and they were effectively trapped in the high mountain valley. Fortunately, they had a large amount of provisions with them, as well as feed for the cattle, so they would be able to weather the long winter. But the work was still grueling and long, and made that much more miserable by the freezing cold and frequent snows. 

Still, the weeks and months passed, and Lukas found himself getting even bigger and stronger. By early March, his formerly baggy winter clothing was becoming almost painfully tight, and Lukas longed to see what he looked like in a mirror, and know how much he weighed. Other than a few hand-held mirrors that some of the guys used for shaving, there were no mirrors to be had up in the high valley, and besides, it was too cold to get naked anyway. Lukas resigned himself to having to wait until spring to see just how big his new and improved body had become. 

A few weeks later, Jack announced over supper that since it was New Year’s Eve, they would have a big celebration that night. All the lads started cheering, for they hadn’t had a break of any kind in the past 6 months, not even for Christmas earlier that week. Even the 5 other veteran cowboys could be seen to smile, though their smiles had a certain evil glint. An impromptu party celebration was held that night, and Jack even broke out some hidden whiskey that he served to all of them, the boys included. The party went late into the night, and everyone had too much to drink. And if the boys didn’t notice the fierce and hungry looks in the eyes of the veteran cowboys, they couldn’t be blamed, for the booze had dulled their senses and they were all happily oblivious to anything but their own joy at soon being able to head home. 

The boys also couldn’t be blamed for not noticing the sedative that was included in their portions of whiskey, for they were all inexperienced with drinking alcohol and didn’t know the difference of effects. Before long, all 12 of the handsome young men were deeply asleep, numb to the world… 

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Lukas awoke with his mind still blissfully foggy, the previous night’s events a dim and fuzzy memory. He quickly shook off the remainder of his sleepiness, however, when he realized that he was not only outside instead of safely in a warm tent, he was also tightly bound at wrist and ankle. The soft morning light from an overcast sky allowed Lukas to see that he was in a small clearing, and that thick loops of rope were lashed around his limbs and tied off to four separate trees, splaying his body out wide. The ground behind Lukas sloped upward mildly, putting him into a halfway sitting position, and jamming his crotch up tight against a large, flat boulder that sat between his thick and beefy thighs. 

A large bonfire was located in the center of the clearing, and the heat from this fire had melted the snow for a good 15 of 20 feet in each direction. Several cooking pots were stewing over the fire, and a bunch of other cooking utensils were scattered before the fire. Lukas was still fully clothed in his thick winter gear, and so the heat of the bonfire was making him almost uncomfortably warm. 

Arrayed around the perimeter of the bonfire were the other 11 greenhorn recruits, their ankles lashed tightly together and their wrists bound behind their back. They were stacked almost like cordwood, with obviously little care given to their comfort. The other lads still appeared to be unconscious, but as far as Lukas could tell, they were at least all still breathing and alive. 

Also standing in the clearing and glaring down at Lukas were a very menacing looking Jack and the other 5 cowboys. 

“Told you that old Luke here would be the first one to wake up. The kid is a tough son-of-a-bitch, that’s for sure!” Jack said to the other men, a sound akin to pride in his deep and gravelly voice. “Let’s get these other young bucks up as well.” 

While Lukas looked on in fear, the men roughly hauled each of the boys upright and placed them in a sitting position around the fire, shaking them and lightly slapping their confused and startled faces until they were all awake. The young men’s eyes were all wide with fear, completely surprised by this sudden turn of events and terrified regarding what would happen to them next. 

“Good, now you’re all up and ready to face your last big day,” Jack said to the terrified boys. “Today marks the end of your training. In the past 6 months, my men and I have taken you raw recruits and turned you into real mountain men. We’ve toughened you up, made you big and strong, turned you into real men. And now my men and I get to reap our reward.” 

The cruelly smiling Jack drew a large hunting knife from his belt and started to approach the bound and helpless Lukas, menace clearly written in his eyes. Jack continued addressing the boys, “My men and I have been luring young bucks like you to our ranch for more than a decade. Every year, we work our new recruits until we’ve transformed them, building their young bodies into tough machines, bulking them up into exquisite examples of young masculine perfection. And that’s when we harvest them.” 

Jack dropped down to one knee beside the bound and terrified Lukas, his 350-pound bulk actually making the hard ground shudder beneath the young man. 

“You boys ever heard of ‘Rocky Mountain oysters’? Heh heh, from your expressions, I’m guessing most of you have. They’re considered a delicacy in these parts. Most fans of the delicacy use cow or sheep testicles to make the dish, but we prefer something a little more…unusual.” Twelve sets of eyes flared even wider as the reality of what the huge man was saying sunk in. “Yeah, we like to eat the balls of studs like you, harvested from beefy young bucks in their sexual prime. We fry ‘em up in a skillet with their own thick ball sauce and a few mountain herbs, then have ourselves a big New Year’s Day feast while our freshly nutted young steers are forced to watch.” 

“Afterwards, the boys and I have some fun with our new steers. Since they’re no longer men, we each take turns fucking the shit out of them, as hard and as rough as we want. Most of the geldings don’t last very long, with most expiring after a few days. But the tough ones, they last a bit longer. We had a particularly built and tough young stud out here a few years ago named Hank. Hung real huge as well, balls the size of big lemons, which I loved slicing from his big muscular body. Hank lasted almost two weeks before he gave out. They’re buried all over this valley, these past ‘new recruits.’ And soon you all will be joining them in the cold, wet ground.” 

Jack gave the boys a particularly evil and menacing smile at this point, and all 12 of the bound lads began struggling even harder against their bonds, but to no avail. The 6 cowboys had spent years roping cattle and tying up calves; they knew their knots, and there was no way the young men could work themselves free. 

“Now Luke here, I believe he’s even bigger than our legendary Hank. I’m going to nut him first, since he’s the biggest and toughest out of all you lot. I find that nutting the big guy first quiets the rest of you down a bit,” Jack chuckled. 

Lukas squirmed even more frantically against his bindings as Jack brought his big hunting knife to bear. The big cowboy carefully inserted his knife beneath the bottom of the young man’s down coat and multiple layers of shirts, and then swiftly drew the blade upward, cleaning slicing through the many layers of cloth in one deft motion and baring the young man’s body from navel to neck. 

“Damn kid, you’re even bigger than ol’ Hank! Hell, you’re nearly as big as me!!” exclaimed the surprised and mightily impressed Jack as he gazed down at Lukas’s massive and work-swollen muscles. And it was true — the 18-year-old’s body had exploded under the 6 months of the back-breaking, dawn-to-dusk work routine, allowing him to pack an astounding 70 pounds of muscle onto his already extraordinarily beefy frame. The hulking teenager now weighed a goliath 335 pounds of rock solid muscle, and had a spectacularly chiseled physique that would have been the envy of any professional super heavyweight bodybuilder more than twice his age. His pecs in particular were phenomenal, two monumental plates of muscle more than half a foot thick and nearly three feet wide. The very first sprinkling of downy chest hair was scattered across both mammoth pecs, concentrated in particular around his silver dollar sized areolas, and also ran down the centerline of his corrugated, brick-like abs in the beginnings of a treasure trail. 

This light dusting of body hair did nothing to protect Lukas from the cold, which hit him in the chest like a fist. The nubs of his eraser-sized nipples instantly hardened into sharp points, and the heat of the bonfire was the only thing preventing the young man from shivering with cold. 

“Now let’s see just how big your equipment is inside these pants,” Jack said as he started fumbling with the fly to Lukas’s jeans. The young man suddenly realized that he’d woken up with a raging boner, even bigger and harder than his usual morning wood, and embarrassment and confusion were clearly written across his devastatingly handsome features. 

Jack saw the look of confusion on the young man’s face, smirked, and said, “Do you know why we always castrate young cowboys like you in the morning? No? Well, it’s because young men like you always wake up with a nice big piss horn like this. We also added our own special mix of Viagra and other drugs into that whiskey last night to further insure you’d all be good and hard for your geldings. Not that it’s really necessary for a naturally horny and randy bunch of young studs like you, but it does tend to keep you rock hard even through your castration.” 

The giant cowboy ignored Lukas’s pleas for mercy as he ripped open the front of the young man’s pants and then carefully sliced through several layers of thermal underwear to reveal his prize. Jack hauled out the huge, bone hard cock into the open air, and all 6 of the veteran cowboys gawked at what they saw. Protruding proudly and defiantly from Lukas’s crotch was the biggest, thickest, juiciest cock any of them had ever seen, a true monster of a penis measuring an awesome 14.5 inches from base to tip and bigger around than a beer can. Thick veins snaked up the colossal length of the shaft, and the thick foreskin was fully retracted to reveal a huge glistening glans the size of a large red apple. 

One of the older men let out a low whistle and said, “You picked a good one here, Jack! Loo lat the size of his cock!” 

Jack just smiled and said, “Yeah, he really is a superbly well-hung young man, isn’t he? Well, not for long. I am really going to enjoy cutting this young bull!” 

The big hairy brute then reached one massive paw back into Lukas’s open pants, grabbed around the neck of the young man’s scrotum, and hauled his huge nuts out into the open air. The gasps and reactions that the sight of his massive balls elicited from the men present eclipsed even their surprise and shock at the sight of Lukas’s monster cock, for his magnificent balls were even more impressive. 

“Holy SHIT, Luke!!” Jack exclaimed. “Your mom fuck a horse or something!?! How’d you get nuts so fucking huge!?! I knew you were hung big, but not THIS big!! These fucking huge spuds of yours are as big as the stud bulls back at the ranch!!” 

It was true, Lukas possessed a truly massive set of testicles. His four older brothers all had huge balls as well, though Lukas had the biggest of them all. Each colossal gonad was as big as the biggest, fattest Russet potato, and hung exceedingly low and loose in their virtually hairless scrotum. Jack hefted and jiggled the huge orbs several times, marveling at their great weight, and turned to his fellows and said, “Boys, these here monster nuts will be enough to provide all SIX of us with a feast tonight!” The five other cowboys chuckled and laughed in response, and several rubbed their own hardening crotches in anticipation of cutting, cooking, and eating the impossibly enormous set of balls dangling from Jack’s grip. 

The young man’s rampant horse cock gave a series of big throbs as the hairy brute manhandled his huge nuts, and a clear stream of slick precum began to ooze from the swollen tip. 

“The other reason why we nut you boys in the morning,” Jack said as he continued to fondle the enormously oversized gonads, “is that your scrotums are always nice and soft and hanging low and loose when you wake up, which makes it easier for us to band you and then cut out your big balls. And just like with the calves, once you’re nutted, you’ll quiet down and put up less of a fight when we fuck you later on. Remember, I told you once before that nutting would be good for you, didn’t I? Now you know that I wasn’t kidding.” 

At Jack’s command, one of the other men stepped forward and gave the big man a bander, one of the very same instruments used to band the calves back at the ranch. A thick green rubber band had already been fitted to the device and stretched to its maximum setting, ready to use on the handsome young stud. But even though the device had been constructed for use even on mature bulls, the sheer mammoth size of Lukas’s humongous testicles meant that they had to be pushed through the open rubber band one at a time, and even then required some firm pro king and prodding from the other cowboys until first one and then the other mighty gonad popped through. Finally, Jack had the bander pressed up tight against the base of Lukas’s crotch with as much of his scrotum pulled through the opening as possible. 

“This is gonna hurt you more than it will me,” Jack joked, and then released the spring-loaded bander. The thick rubber band snapped shut around the young man’s scrotum, crimping the very top of his sac closed. Lukas’s whole body gave one muscular convulsion as the sharp string of the band snapped against his tender loins. Almost immediately, a throbbing pain began to build in the young man’s mammoth balls as they were robbed of their customary blood supply. It almost felt like a donkey was repeatedly kicking him straight in the nuts, and the feeling was indescribably painful. 

Jack watched in approval as the normally pink orbs began to quickly turn a dark red, slowly beginning to strangle. He said to Lukas, “Now you know as well as I do that even if I left you alone at this point, your huge bull balls are as good as dead. It usually only takes an hour or so for a calves’ balls to blacken and die from insufficient blood supply. Your huge balls are considerably larger, so it might take them longer to perish, but the end result is just the same.” 

“However,” the big brute continued, “I prefer a more active approach to gelding my young recruits. First, though, we need to make you whip up some of your ‘special sauce’ for the frying pan. Rocky Mountain oysters are no good without the sauce!” he joked, getting another chuckle out of the other eager cowboys. 

Jack began to masturbate Lukas’s massive penis, wrapping both rough and work-calloused hands around the incredibly thick meat and vigorously jerking them up and down. Fortunately, Lukas’s huge cock was burping out enough slick precum to coat the entire length of his awesome shaft, but the man’s rough hands still felt abrasive against his tender flesh. Nevertheless, Lukas hadn’t jacked off in weeks, and the drugs still coursing through his system made him even more randy than normal, so it wasn’t long before the vigorous and almost downright violent jacking and rubbing of his massive cock began to have its anticipated effect. 

“Duke, get the sauce pan ready,” Jack ordered, sensing that the young muscle stud was close. The cowboy grabbed hold of the end of Lukas’s quivering dick and aimed it at the waiting quart-sized pot, waiting for the young stud to give up his big load. 

Lukas fought against the mounting and growing sensations in his loins as hard as he could, knowing that they would nut him once he’d blown his load, but he was just too phenomenally strong and virile to hold out for long. In fact, it took Jack less than 5 minutes minutes to coax Lukas to an earth-shattering orgasm. 

“OH GOD!! OH NO!! OH FUCK!! I’M GONNA CUM!! I’M GONNA CUM!! NO!! NOOO!!! UNH!! UNNNNHH!!  GAAAAAHHH!!!” the young man cried, and the first titanic blast of sperm flew from his pulsing cock into the waiting container. The cowboys — and, indeed, the other captive young men as well — were all shocked and astounded by the sheer force and power of the first shot, as it smacked into the bottom of the waiting pot with a loud and wet SPLAT!!! Even more incredible, however, was the VOLUME of that single slug of cum, for it was a colossal rope of cum over 5 feet long and thick as a pencil, containing more sperm than most of these men could produce in a full week of constant milking. It shattered against the steel bottom of the pot, sending white shrapnel and thick droplets flying in all directions, but most of it stayed within the pan. 

But that was only just the beginning. As Lukas grunted and groaned and bucked his hips in exquisite pleasure, his huge cock kept blasting out slug after slug after knock-you-to-the-ground slug of his precious baby batter, splattering with its fellows in the bottom of the sauce pan and quickly coating the entire bottom of the pot with his extraordinarily thick and gloopy cum. Lukas’s splooge was always unusually thick with sperm, but after building up in his balls for several weeks, his load was unnaturally viscous, nearly more solid than liquid, which made the force and speed with which it was being propelled out of his massive cock even more astounding. 

Lukas shot out nearly 20 massive blasts of sperm before the size of each salvo began to decrease, and then shot out more than half a dozen more steadily diminishing blasts for good measure before his orgasm finally ebbed to a stop. 

Jack and his cohorts were momentarily stunned. They had just witnessed the most awesome display of hyper masculine virility they’d ever seen, many orders of magnitude greater than anything they’d ever seen or even heard of before. Duke glanced down into the heavy sauce pan in his hand and was shocked to find that the quart-sized pot was filled several inches deep with the young man’s powerful nut spew. There had to be a good 6 or 7 PINTS of the stuff swirling around at the bottom of the pan, and the heady and gamey fragrance of fresh sex began to permeate the clearing. 

Jack recovered his composure first, saying to Duke, “Get another pot. A bigger one this time. I’ll bet by the size and weight of these big beauties that there’s more than one load trapped inside them, and I aim to get it out.” 

Duke rushed to comply with Jack’s command, and soon had a gallon-sized metal pot waiting to catch Lukas’s next batch of thick and gloopy effluvium. Jack never let up on his pumping hands, powerfully stroking the young man’s cock all through is first orgasm and beyond, and Lukas found that his toes were curling with the overwhelming sensation of being jacked off even after he’d already cum. The feeling was intense, exquisite, and a confusing mixture of pleasure and pain, and in no time he felt a second thunderous orgasm building in his loins. 

The cowboys were unprepared for the suddenness and violence of the young muscle man’s second orgasm, and Duke in particular was caught completely off guard. As Lukas arched his back and bellowed, sending each of his massive and magnificent muscles into deep relief, a colossal gout of smegma erupted from the swollen, bulbous tip of his cock. Duke didn’t have the pot at the ready, so the first blast of cum shot a good 6 feet nearly straight up into the air, and then fell back down to paint a thick and gooey stripe across Lukas’s corrugated abdomen and mammoth left pec, and then past his massive shoulder to the cold, hard ground behind him. Steam rose from the thick slash of his hot sperm, even as a second massive bolt of cum followed on the heels of the first, this one catching Duke across the chest and face. The big man cried out in shock and pain as the thick and clotted spunk ran into his eyes, stinging them like fire, and he stumbled backwards and dropped his pot. 

Another man jumped forward to grab the pot and hold it in place, but in the meantime Lukas managed to shoot out another three impossibly thick and copious wads of spunk, further coating his naked chest and belly, and making a mess of hot splooge puddles behind him. 

The remainder of Lukas’s second titanic load was caught in the larger pot, and proved to be perhaps even bigger and more copious than the first. The young man bucked and bellowed as his massive balls purged themselves of a second tremendous volume of jizz, pumping out more than two dozen slugs of the incredibly thick stuff. But Jack could tell that there was yet more cum still trapped inside the huge and cum-laden bull balls, so he kept right on pumping Lukas’s cock. 

The young man was now writhing in significant pain. His incredibly over sensitive cock was burning with a pleasure that bordered closely on pain, and his assailant’s calloused hands were starting to rub his smooth flesh raw. But there was nothing he could do to stop the attack on his loins, as his gigantic and extraordinarily powerful muscles were rendered completely useless by the thick ropes tied at his ankles and wrists. 

Amazingly, it took once again just took a few minutes before Lukas was blasting out yet ANOTHER massive load. This time, the veteran cowboy holding the pot was ready to catch the unnaturally fertile load. But while still extraordinarily powerful, the young man’s third load wasn’t as unnaturally thick, the thick splooge having the consistency approaching that of a normal man’s load and not the gloopy, custard-like thickness of his previous two emissions. The volume of each blast was just as tremendous as the previous ones, though, and fresh slugs of sperm were soon splashing into the waiting pot, continuing to fill the big container. 

Lukas’s third load began to peter out after about 14 or 15 titanic blasts, ramping down more quickly than his previous two loads but still jetting out an astounding amount of cum. None of the men could believe that a man’s testicles, even a pair as fantastically enormous as those possessed by this young muscular stud, could hold so much virile spew. 

But Jack STILL wasn’t done yet, and continued his unrelenting pillaging of Lukas’s overabundant loins. Tears were now streaming down the young man’s stunningly handsome face, and his balls were positively cramping from having pumped out three such colossal loads in only 10 minutes. But the cruel cowboy demanded more, and he would not be denied. 

Lukas was screaming and bellowing at this point, the sensations too pleasurable and painful for words, and his massively muscular body writhed as much as his tight restraints would allow. His massive balls, already throbbing in agony as they slowly choked on the vine, felt like they would turn themselves inside out in an effort to pump out still more splooge. He thought for sure his massive young gonads would surely explode from all of the mind-searing pain, yet they continued to endure. 

After several more minutes of merciless pumping and jacking, Lukas once again arched his back and bellowed as his cock began to quiver and thrash like some sort of huge python snake. A massive gush of sperm erupted from the bulbous cock head, followed by another and another. The fourth blast was noticeably smaller and more watery than the third, as was the fifth and sixth, and by the seventh weak blast, Lukas’s cum had the color and consistency of nonfat milk. A few more smaller and even more watery blasts spurted out of the young man’s pulsating cock until repeated throbbing pulsations produced nothing but a thin watery gruel that ran down the length of the man’s titanic cock. Lukas’s mammoth balls were well and truly drained! 

Jack looked into the gloop-filled pot and saw that it was nearly halfway filled with Lukas’s thick nut juices. Combined with the first load in the smaller pot and the stray shots that had blasted all over the young man’s phenomenal physique and the frozen ground behind him, Jack estimated that the hunky young super stud had just pounded out well over half a gallon of his impossibly thick splooge in less than 15 minutes, perhaps even closer to three-quarters of a gallon. The kid was incredible! Surely the young man’s epic sexual performance must be an all-time world record! 

Another cowboy poured the gloopy contents of Lukas’s first load into the larger pot and began adding spices and seasonings, preparing the sauce that would be used to sauté the young man’s colossal bull balls. 

Lukas was panting for breath like he had just been running a marathon. His humungous balls throbbed and ached with a pain he’d never before experienced, far worse than any blow he’d taken to the crotch in his four years playing high school football. And considering that he’d always played without a protective cup (for the young man couldn’t find one that would fit his enormously oversized genitals), the tough young man had certainly taken plenty of devastating blows to the groin. But nothing could have prepared him for this level of agony. His huge balls felt like they were on fire, screaming for the oxygen and sustenance that had been cut off by the cruel green band, and throbbing with an even deeper ache for having been forced to pump out four mighty loads in less than a quarter hour. 

Jack hefted the massive double sphere of ball meat in his massive hand, the sheer awesome mass of the young man’s balls overflowing even Jack’s huge paw. The huge orbs had continued to darken, turning a frightening shade of reddish purple, but the big cowboy could still feel that there was a tremendous amount of strength and life left in these huge balls. They weren’t going to give up easily, and Jack couldn’t help but respect and even admire the young man’s phenomenal endurance and strength. But he planned on breaking the mighty stud’s strength before the morning was through. 

“You know, Luke,” Jack said to the terrified boy as he bounced the heavy bull balls in his open palm, “these elephant balls of yours are incredibly dense. Densest balls I’ve ever seen in fact. Why look, they barely even deform as I squeeze my fingers around them!” Lukas screamed in pain as Jack clenched his fingers tightly around the huge orbs. But indeed, they were so thick and dense with tough ball meat that they barely even dimpled in the man’s fantastically strong hand. “If we cut these bad boys out and cooked them up like this, they’d be tough as gristle, and who’d want that? No, we’re going to need to tenderize these babies first, soften them up so that they’ll be tender and juicy. Whaddya think, Luke? That sound ‘bout right to you?” 

Lukas began to beg and plead for mercy again, tears continuing to stream from his beautiful eyes. But the young man’s terror and pain only seemed to arouse Jack to greater torments. He gently, almost reverently, laid the lad’s two massive balls down on top of the flat boulder between Lukas’s massive thighs, making a perfect table and backstop for what he planned next. Jack then laid one wide palm down on top of the neck of Lukas’s loose and baggy scrotum, pressing the smooth sac flat against the rock and forcing the young man’s huge balls to the very bottom of their sac. Jack’s palm was massive, easily 6 inches wide, so Lukas’s huge balls were forced more than half a foot from his crotch. The massive orbs bulged enormously at the very bottom of their scrotum, looking even more massive than ever (if that was possible). 

The mighty gonads were now completely vulnerable and defenseless against the brutal punishment that was about to come next. 

Rearing his other arm back, Jack punched his huge fist forward with all of his phenomenal strength, driving his bony knuckles deep into the heart of Lukas’s massive balls and crushing them against the unyielding stone. 

WHAM!!!!!

The young man thought a grenade had exploded inside of his balls, and the pain was so inhuman and intense that it knocked the wind from his big lungs. His massive balls were squashed halfway flat, bulging enormously and grotesquely around the invading fist as Jack ground his knuckles into the surprisingly tough ball meat. 

Jack pulled back his fist, and was surprised to see Lukas’s huge balls immediately plump right back to their normal healthy shape. The huge, 350-pound muscle man knew from previous experience that most men’s balls shattered after just one blow from his huge ham fist, so he was mightily impressed that Lukas’s balls had endured. But he also knew that no man’s balls, no matter how big or powerful, could endure such punishment for long. Jack gave an evil smile, cocked back his fist, and then plunged it again into the massive target below. 

SLAM!!!!!

This time Lukas found his voice, bellowing in terrible pain. But once again, the stud’s huge and heroically tough nuts rebounded, resisting Jack’s invading fist and all but daring the big man to try even harder. Jack’s smile grew even broader, for he was more than ready and eager for such a challenge. 

WHACK!!!!!  

WHAM!!!!!  

BLAM!!!!! 

SMACK!!!!! 

BOOM!!!!!

Five more devastating blows, any one of which would have demolished a lesser man’s balls, but still Lukas’s huge nuts endured. Jack’s bushy eyebrow rose in surprise and even greater respect; here were a set of nuts worthy of a muscle giant like himself, a pair of mammoth testicles that were a formidable adversary for a masculine beast such as himself. And he was determined to smash them to smithereens if necessary. 

CRUSH!!!!!

SMACK!!!!!

FOOM!!!!!

SPLAT!!!!!

CRUNCH!!!!!

Jack noted with satisfaction that his fist was now plowing deeper and deeper into Lukas’s huge balls with each mighty punch, crushing the tough yet delicate tissues flatter and flatter with each blow. The amazingly resilient flesh was still rebounding after each blow, but it was taking slightly longer to plump back to full size. Jack gave the huge orbs no time to recover before striking them again, slamming his massive fist down again and again like some sort of horrible pile driver. 

WHAM!!!!!

WHACK!!!!!

CRUNCH!!!!!

CRACK!!!!!

BLAT!!!!!

Poor Lukas was sobbing and shrieking in agony, his massively muscular body thrashing about as he felt his mighty nuts gradually being reduced to rubble. Jack’s face was set in a rictus of evil glee as he hammered the young man’s failing eggs over and over again, crushing them nearly as flat as pancakes now. The big man’s grinding fist was was kneading the massive orbs like dough after each punch, and Jack was certain that he could almost feel his knuckles grinding against the flat boulder beneath the huge squishy balls. His brutal punches were now producing wet and disturbing crunching sounds from the steadily crumbling bull testicles, and Jack knew that it wouldn’t be long now before the mighty stud balls exploded in their sac. He really threw his back into it now, slamming his fist down with even greater force and allowing no time between blows for the screaming lad to recover. 

WHACK!!!!!

CRUNCH!!!!!

SPLISH!!!!!

SQUICK!!!!!

CRACK!!!!!

SCRUNCH!!!!!

SPLAT!!!!!

SMACK!!!!!

BLAM!!!!!

BLOOSH!!!!!

After raining down dozens and dozens of destructive, ball busting punches into Lukas’s pulverized gonads, Jack finally stopped the inhumanly brutal beating, panting heavily from the exertion. He fully expected to find a shattered and pulp ruin between the young man’s legs, but his eyebrows once again shot upward in surprise as he saw Lukas’s mammoth balls slowly plump back to size. The beefy stud’s huge balls were horribly battered, swollen, and turning an even more angry and mottled shade of purple from both the bruising and the continued oxygen starvation, but there was no doubt that two intact and supremely virile testes still sat, unspeakably huge and meaty, in the bottom of the kid’s tortured sac. It simply wasn’t possible that any man could have endured such a beating, but there was the proof right before Jack’s amazed eyes. 

Jack used both hands to fondle and roughly squeeze the humongous orbs, and was delighted when his thick fingers dug deeply into the formerly rock solid meat with virtually no resistance. It almost felt like the kid’s massive sac was filled with dense gelatin instead of the two biggest stud balls on the planet. But Jack’s prodding and probing fingers confirmed the truth — both mighty testicles were still intact. Jack chuckled once again to himself, utterly impressed by the muscle stud’s awesome resilience and staying power. Such a display of brutal and super human strength would only make the young man’s castration that much sweeter. 

It was finally time to end the first phase of the gorgeous young man’s torment. Jack pulled a small but very sharp knife from his belt, and Lukas’s eyes widened in immediate recognition — this was the same knife that the huge cowboy used to castrate the calves back at the ranch! And the cruel and wicked blade was now being brought to bear on his battered and starving nuts. 

Lukas was paralyzed with fear as Jack hefted his bruised, dark purple sac with one hand and brought the knife right up alongside the massive scrotum. Time seemed to stand still as Jack drew out the moment, letting the young man’s fear and panic grow to even greater levels. 

Jack said, “I knew you had a massive set of nuts that time I felt you up in the castration barn, Luke, but I had no idea of the prize waiting for me inside this oversized ball bag of yours! I can tell you, there is nothing like cutting out the big mature testicles of a young stud who knows what’s happening to him, and your huge bull balls are by far the biggest I’ve ever seen. I’m gonna save them both for myself — just cook ‘em up nice and tender, and then wolf them both down until there’s nothing left. Gonna lick that plate clean, I am! Might take me a while to finish a feast as huge as that, and I’m sure my belly will be bloated and full after such a huge meal, but it’s gonna be immensely satisfying.” 

The handsome young lad felt Jack maneuvering his huge, throbbing balls into position for the knife that would cut open his sac and free his nuts so that they could be cut out. He began to struggle more mightily than ever, giving one last heroic effort to escape and save his precious stones. But it was useless — the ropes were simply too thick and too tight, and they held him easily. 

“That’s it, boy!” Jack cooed. “Try to save these big nuts of yours! Damn, I love the way those huge muscles of yours bulge and flex as you struggle! And shit, your huge horse cock is pulsating and leaking drooling strings of precum like you hadn’t just blasted out the four biggest loads anyone’s ever seen! You’re fucking UNREAL, kid! Just unreal! Well, get ready stud, cuz it’s nuttin’ time. Time to lose these massive balls of yours. Get ready to be turned from a bull into a steer!” 

Then, with an evil glint in his eye, Jack drove the knife into the beef-packed pouch. 

Jack was careful to merely puncture the protective skin covering the huge balls and not skewer one of the nuts themselves, but the sharp pain and the sight of a carving knife disappearing into his nutsac had an immediate and dramatic effect on the young stud. As he felt the knife point push into his sac, Lukas threw back his handsome head, arched his entire body backward, and bellowed a blood curdling scream. And from some reservoir deep within his dying nuts, the young uber stud tapped into a hidden supply of ripe sperm, and his rock hard cock began to thunder out his fifth orgasm in less than an hour. 

The first slug of splooge was a lush river of chunky white sperm, the single greatest wad that the muscle boy had shot yet. The colossal splurt of sperm shot with such force and power that it cleared the young man’s flexing and bulging body entirely, landing in a long messy line across the frozen ground and extending to the snow drifts beyond the reach of the fire. A second almighty burst of cum followed the first, and then a third blast, and then a fourth. It was clear that Lukas’s behemoth balls were making one last, glorious attempt to fertilize something, anything, before they were cruelly cut from his magnificent young body. It was the most intense orgasm Lukas had ever felt. 

The cowboys were utterly stunned by this incredibly erotic and powerful display of ultimate male virility, and even Jack had to stop for a moment to admire the gigantic ropes of sperm shooting from the kid’s colossal, 14.5-inch super cock. Oh yes, he thought to himself, these would be the most delicious mountain oysters he’d ever eat. 

“That’s it, Luke!” he said. “Empty those huge stud balls for me! Pump out that mighty load of yours! Aw FUCK yeah! FUCK!! Keep pumping it out, kid! Gotta empty your fit young balls of their semen. That’s right! God DAMN! You’re cumming like a fucking FIRE HOSE!! Yeah! Fuck! Keep on cummin’! That’s right stud! Cuz it’s time for me to cut off your right ball now!” 

As the huge man talked, he tightened his grip on the gigantic testicles and continued slicing downward, opening a long slit along the sac in an effort to pop out the first of the two grapefruit-sized bull balls. The kid’s enormous right gonad, a mammoth, oblong, blue-gray orb pulsating with life and virility, finally plopped free, falling heavy from its protective sac and dangling a good 8 or 9 inches from the young man’s crotch on the end of an amazingly thick set of cords, ducts, and tubes. Jack’s hungry eyes focused on the goliath orb, and he brought his sharp knife up against the thick bundle of cords and tubes, and prepared to make the quick slice that would part the mighty testicle from the young man’s glorious body forever. 

At that same moment, with a strength born of desperation, Lukas pulled at his bindings with all of his awesome might, and the thick hemp rope binding his massive right arm suddenly snapped under the strain, freeing his enormously muscular limb. Without hesitating for a moment, Lukas drove his fist into the side of the cowboy’s head, knocking the huge man off of him. Jack stumbled backward onto his ass, taking the castration knife with him, and Lukas began to frantically try to free his other trapped arm. 

Jack recovered with amazing speed, however, and bellowed to Lukas, “You’re going to PAY for that, you little shit!! I’m gonna kill you and then hack those huge stones out of your dead body!!” Then he leapt onto the struggling young man, wrapping one huge hand around the lad’s muscular, bull-like neck while he tried to plunge the knife down at the kid’s face. Lukas used his only free hand to grab the descending wrist, temporarily halting the downward plunge of the knife but unable to dislodge the huge hand attempting to choke his thick neck. Jack had the advantages of greater size and weight, as well as gravity, but somehow the fantastically strong kid was able to hold the deadly knife at bay, even as his handsome face started to darken with loss of oxygen. 

The furious cowboy continued to grapple with the desperate lad, fighting the teenager’s surprising strength and trying to plunge the bloody knife through one of his beautiful eyes. Eager to slay the struggling lad, Jack saw the young man’s excised but still attached right testicle lying huge and unprotected on the cold flat rock, and saw his chance to weaken the kid. The huge kicked his lower body into the air, took careful aim, and brought the majority of his 350 massive pounds down knee first into Lukas’s mammoth gonad. 

Lukas emitted a short choked yelp of pain as his goliath orb was crushed almost completely flat, but he didn’t release his desperate grip on Jack’s knife-wielding wrist. The huge man brought his enormous bulk down again and again and again, driving his bony knee over and over into the exposed orb. The brutal pounding threatened to finish what Jack’s pistoning fist had started, the blue-gray gland squashing and bulging grotesquely around the invading knee on each devastating drop. It was clear the mauled and battered ball couldn’t endure much more, and would soon burst open like an overripe fruit, spilling its shattered meat across the flat boulder in a spray of gore. Jack grinned in fierce, evil delight, knowing that he was about to simultaneously choke, stab, and nut the biggest young bull stud that had ever lived. 

Jack’s confidence slipped for a moment, and quick look of fear and uncertainty entered his eyes, as he saw Lukas’s beautiful eyes harden into a look of pure fury and hatred. Even as Jack’s gargantuan body crashed down yet again into the young man’s nearly-busted nut, Lukas found a reserve of unprecedented strength and, in one mighty, heaving motion, bucked his massive body and threw Jack off of him. So powerful was this action that Jack virtually flew backwards, stumbling and unable to catch himself as he fell backwards into the huge bonfire. 

The gigantic cowboy shrieked in inhuman pain as he landed in the red-hot coals and his clothing and hair caught ablaze. As the screaming Jack thrashed about in the blaze, Lukas seized the discarded knife and quickly sliced through the ropes binding his left arm, and before the other cowboys could even react, was sawing through the ropes securing his massive legs. By the time the fire other cowboys were upon him, the huge teenager had leapt upright and bellowed an angry challenge at his attackers. 

The 11 other bound lads couldn’t see what was happening as the 5 cowboys swarmed over the huge teen muscle stud. They could hear the loud, beefy smacks of fists on flesh as the cowboys tried to pummel Lukas into submission, and they knew that their friend couldn’t hope to fend off so many big men at once. 

Suddenly, the crowd around Lukas parted as 5 cowboys flew in all directions, one clutching his torn belly as his guts slipped through his bloody fingers and another grasping spasmodically at a small knife buried to the hilt in his neck. Lukas stood in the middle of them all, his massive chest heaving, looking like some sort of warrior out of legend. His tattered clothes had been torn from his upper body, revealing the rest of his glorious torso — cannon ball shoulders over a yard wide, incredibly thick lats like a pair of barn doors, and colossal arms that must have measured more than 26 inches around! The front of his pants remained ripped away, with his still rock hard truncheon of a cock protruding proudly before him, and his mangled nutsac dangling heavily between his columnar thighs. The little green rubber band was still cinched tightly around the base of his scrotum, continuing its insidious work of choking his huge balls to death. His massive left ball, still encased in its protective scrotum, was a deep, dark shade of purple, having been denied its customary blood supply for close to an hour now. His right bull nut still dangled free of the long slice in the side of his sac, the mammoth orb hanging almost to his knees and jiggling on the ends of its life-giving cords as the young man panted and crouched, ready for his next attacker. Both of his goliath balls looked heavily battered and mauled, covered in angry bruises and clearly dying on the vine, but for the moment, they were still miraculously intact and whole. 

But that looked about to change in the next few moments. 

While Lukas focused on the two cowboys threatening him from the front, he didn’t see the last remaining cowboy crouched behind him, starting at his naked, glistening, dangling orb and flexing his fingers. The big man leapt forward, wrapped his fingers around the base of that enormous spud, and then pulled backward with all of his might. Lukas arched his back, threw back his head and shoulders, and let out a thunderous howl of agony. His colossal bull nut was stretched to over a full FOOT from his crotch, and the delicate cords and tubes threatened to snap at any moment. Lukas’s right nut, one half of his extraordinary manhood, was about to be violently torn from his body.  

The other two cowboys used that moment to rush the bellowing muscle boy, crashing into either side of the huge lad and pummeling their fists into his corrugated sides. SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! echoed throughout the clearing as the two men pounded the kid’s rock-hard gut, which behind him, the third cowboy continued yanking mercilessly on the horrifically stretched nut while pounding his own free fist into the massive trapped sphere of nearly jellied meat. Lukas looked down for. 

The mighty youth somehow mustered his strength once again and, looking down at his two primary attackers with hatred in his blazing eyes, he raised both massive fists up high and brought them down with unbelievable force on the backs of the two men bent over and battering his torso. The sharp retort of a CRACK!!! CRACK!!! could be heard as both men’s spines were simultaneously shattered and broken, dropping both dying men instantly to the ground where they twitched and jittered in their death throes. 

Only one cowboy remained, but this one had a deadly grip on Lukas’s rapidly failing nut and was continuing to tug and punch the life out of it. The battle seemed to be a race against time to see which would happen first — the young stud’s mighty bull nut would tear free from his unbelievably muscular body, or the colossal orb would simply explode in a shower of meaty chunks. Either result was just moments away. 

The overwhelming pain finally forced a hollering Lukas to drop to his knees, bellowing in unimaginable agony as his tortured manhood was further abused and mauled. The frenzied cowboy stopped his punching and instead trapped the goliath orb between both hands, lacing his thick fingers around the thick meat, and began squeezing for all he was worth. The young man’s achingly handsome head flew backward as he let out the most deafening howl yet, and his mighty bull cock began to spontaneously orgasm for the SIXTH time that morning. 

The tremendously brutal force being applied to Lukas’s right nut must have been forcing the sperm right out of the tortured orb, for the cum that flew from the young man’s thundering cock was the thickest any of them had yet seen. Great clots and chunks of the stuff flew in great globs of spew, shooting out over the bonfire and landing all over Jack’s burning corpse, making sizzling splashes wherever the thick wads landed. 

Somehow, despite having blown five magnificent loads already and even while being choked to death, Lukas’s pendulous, powerhouse nuts had already manufactured yet another mighty load of cum! These were without a doubt the most powerful, most virile human testicles on the planet. And one of them was about to be ruined forever. 

The cowboy’s interlocked fingers squeezed harder and harder, forcing little bubbles of bulging nut meat to ooze between his thick digits. His calloused palms were less than an inch away from touching, and it was clear the trapped testicle would simply HAVE to explode any second now. 

Mustering the dwindling remains of his awesome strength, Lukas arched his back and reached out with both massive arms, fingers lancing out and wrapping around the surprised cowboy’s thick, scruffy neck. Before the shocked cowboy had more than a moment to realize his danger, Lukas heaved his body forward, sending the man sailing on a high arc over his head to land with a solid impact right into the fire. The man screamed as the flames hungrily consumed him, and he thrashed for many long moments before he finally grew still. 

The only sounds that could be heard were the cackle of the flames and the heaving of Lukas’s enormous chest. The young man was still leaning backwards, his eyes closed and his beautiful lips parted as he struggled to regain his breath. His massive cock was still coughing out the remains of his sixth gargantuan load, pumping out the dregs of his cock snot onto the cold, hard ground. His excised nut was now hanging so low, his cords and tubes brutally overstretched by their recent ordeal, that the slick, glistening orb was actually dragging in the earth between his massive legs. 

The throbbing pain in his dying nuts was excruciating. Lukas fumbled around for the small knife, and then very carefully moved his cock out of the way and placed the tip of the knife next to the deadly green band. With a deft slice, the offending band snapped away, finally releasing his balls from its deadly grip. 

As fresh blood finally flowed back to his massive balls, it felt like an 18-wheel truck slammed right into his starving gonads as every nerve ending sent screaming pain lancing out from his loins. Lukas bellowed once again in ungodly pain, nearly passing out from the severity of his agony, but somehow maintained his consciousness as he breathed through the incredible pain. The slice alongside his scrotum, which up until now had barely bled at all, now began to bleed freely, dripping thick crimson drops onto the cold earth. But the bleeding wasn’t life threatening, and the important thing was that the band had been removed from his sac before his balls died of starvation. Even now, the dark purple color was fading from his battered nuts, being replaced by a healthier shade of pink, though it was heavily mottled with the dark reds and purples of fresh bruises. Lukas’s balls would no doubt be extremely tender and painful for many days to come, but they were alive! 

The young muscle man weakly pulled himself up to his feet, and then stumbled over to the closest of the bound recruits, using the bloody knife to cut through his bindings and release him. He then collapsed back to his knees as the first lad rushed to the next boy, cutting bonds until all 12 of the young muscular lads were free. 

Lukas had miraculously fought off and killed all 6 of the brutal and evil cowboys, and saved the lives — not to mention the balls — of all 12 of the handsome young men! 

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The grateful boys laid out an exhausted and nearly naked Lukas on a bunch of blankets, and then began to inspect his crotch. The brutal damage to his monstrous genitals was extreme, but not mortal, and they knew the burly young lad would be able to recover. One of the boys — the one with the most experience treating wounded cattle and stitching wounds — was the one to treat the young man’s battered and bloodied sac. As gently as he could, he slathered both the wound and the massive, dangling nut with a disinfectant salve. Lukas’s breath hissed between clenched teeth as the ointment burned into his exposed flesh, but he breathed through the pain. Once the wound was completely cleaned, several boys worked together to gently insert the dangling bull nut back into its silky home, and then the first lad expertly stitched the wound closed. The young man would forever bear a long white line down the right side of his scrotum, evidence of his near-brush with castration, but other than that scar, Lukas would soon recover fully from the incident with no other lasting effects. 

With his wound treated, Lukas allowed himself to finally sink into blessed unconsciousness. The other young men bundled Lukas in blankets and other warm clothing, and then carried him the half mile back to their main camp. His massive 335 pounds was like a dead weight, so the other lads had to rotate carrying him in teams of four, but they soon got him back to camp and set up in a warm tent. Several of the concerned lads stayed with Lukas throughout the night, letting him sleep and watching for signs of fever or infection. 

The next morning, Lukas awoke amazingly rested, and even the bruising on his huge balls seemed to look better. There was no sign of infection, and it was clear that the young man would be alright. 

The 12 muscular young teens spent the morning gathering up the supplies they would need for the long trek out of the mountains — food, winter clothing, tents, and other survival gear. Lukas and several of the others opened up the feed storage area, allowing the thousands of cattle free access to the hay and other grasses stored there, and then prepared to head out. They knew that braving the mountain pass in the dead of winter was a dangerous and risky exercise, but they couldn’t take a chance that Jack’s other cowboy friends wouldn’t come to the winter camp looking for the missing men. Lukas and the others knew that their best chance was to escape on foot, as soon as possible. 

The young men’s harrowing journey out of the mountains and back to civilization was an extraordinary tale of courage and perseverance. The lads nearly met their end a dozen times during the three-week journey south, especially when a blizzard struck while they were still stuck out in the open, but the bravery and strength of the dozen young mountain men saw them through when almost anyone else would have perished. They realized with great irony that they owed their survival to the many skills that Jack and the other cowboys had taught them during their 6-month tour of duty on the cattle ranch. 

The arrival of the ragged team of exhausted young men into the small Montana town was met with great shock. No one traveled in the dead of winter, let alone on foot, so just their very appearance in town was met with amazement. But as the boys told their tale of terror to the police and horrified townsfolk, their shock turned to disbelief. The police from the big city were called in, and then the FBI, and the worn and tired young men were soon all over the news as their incredible story of brutality and survival spread like wildfire. 

The FBI had to wait until the spring thaw to visit the high mountain valley and confirm the young men’s stories. But sure enough, the found the slain bodies of the six men, partially eaten by wolves and other predators, as well as the thousands of head of cattle waiting to be driven back south to the ranch. They also soon made a horrific discovery — just as Jack had said, there were dozens of shallow graves all over the mountain valley, each containing one or more bodies of young men. Dental records and other clues allowed the exhumation team to confirm the fates of dozens of missing persons cases, some of them over a decade old. 

Each of the young men became a media darling, and their stories were followed for years to come. But none of the boys ever became as famous as young Lukas, the great hero of the story. 

Lukas went on to start college the following autumn, just as he had planned, his athletic scholarship paying his way through his entire scholastic program. The hulking young man had grown into a tank of muscle, and his college football career saw his team undefeated for four years in a row, a record that had never been accomplished, and likely never would again. Since everyone had heard the stories of the mammoth size of Lukas’s genitals, players from opposing teams would often try to tackle the young man and throw their padded shoulders, helmets, or even cleated feet into the stud’s groin. Mighty Lukas would shrug off such crippling blows as if they were nothing, which was even more extraordinary considering that the massive lad continued to play without a protective cup for the entirety of his college football career! 

Lukas had a growth spurt in college, sprouting up another 3 inches to reach a very imposing 6 feet 5 inches in height. He also continued to pack on quality, lean muscle throughout college, bulking larger and larger and weighing a massive 385 pounds of gridiron muscle by the end of his senior year. That made Lukas not only the heaviest man to ever play college football, but also heavier than any of the men currently playing professionally. With the young man still growing and vowing to break the 440-pound record for the heaviest man ever in professional football, the various talent scouts were literally salivating over the young man, and it was clear that he would be the NFL’s number one draft choice when he finally graduated from college. 

The young man capitalized on his fame by signing a series of extremely lucrative endorsement contracts, and by his sophomore year of college was earning more than even the most successful professional sports athletes. The kid was worth a fortune before he’d even turned 20, and it was clear that he was going to be a superstar. 

Offers poured in for movie roles, particularly action-adventure movies, but Lukas turned them all down. Though the naturally charismatic young man would have no doubt been a huge hit, he preferred to focus on completing his business degree and starting his professional football career. He also received dozens and dozens of extremely lucrative offers to pose nude for magazines or star in porn films. The public was exceedingly eager to see proof of the lad’s monster cock and mammoth genitals, as described by the 11 other survivors, but Lukas flatly refused all such offers, preferring to keep his privates private. 

Unfortunately for the young man, an enterprising reporter managed to set up more than a dozen tiny cameras in the locker room and showers at the university, as well as drilling tiny holes into the walls of the young man’s apartment and setting up cameras into every single room in his place. The young reporter spent the next three months collecting hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of hours of high definition footage of the young man, changing clothes at the gym, showering in the locker room, walking around his house in the nude, having sex with almost a score of beautiful young coeds — and shockingly, with four gorgeous young men, including two of his own teammates — and just jerking his massive meat off to spectacular orgasm at least three or four times a night. 

By the time that the reporter had sold his footage to the highest bidder and fled the country with millions of dollars in his bank account, there was nothing that Lukas could do to prevent the release of the footage. A major porn site released the footage, and its server crashed within an hour, and kept right on crashing again and again no matter how many additional servers were brought online. A lawsuit and emergency injunction were able to shut down the website about a week later, but by then the videos had gone viral and there was nothing anyone could do. 

If Lukas had been famous before, then the fallout from the secret videotapes sent his name into the stratosphere. Lukas had to move out of the dorms and buy his own private estate in order to maintain any semblance of privacy, and he was mobbed everywhere he went. Women and men by the thousands threw themselves at him, eager to be mounted by his colossal meat pole and filled with gallons of his incredibly copious seed. 

No, the handsome ad monumentally muscular bull stud would never again have anything resembling a normal life. 

But in the quiet hours of the middle of the night, when he was alone in his bedroom and slowly stroking his enormous, 14.5-inch monster cock, Lukas thought back to that day years before, when Jack’s big, calloused hands were wrapped tight around his strangling nuts and the sharp knife was about to slice open his sac. And he fantasized about what would happen had Jack succeeded in his task, and cut his huge stones from his body forever. The thought always sent Lukas into the most intense and explosive of orgasms, coating his entire massively muscular body with thick layers of his thick nut crude. And he wondered if, someday, someone might finish the task that Jack had started…