Here is the penultimate chapter in the Lucky series. Our young slave hero suffers even more brutal tortures and abuses in this chapter, all of which is leading up to the final installment that I'll be posting next week.
Remember, though -- YOU are the final arbiters of Lucky's fate. Your votes will determine which ending I'll be posting to this story -- a happy ending where young Lucky is able to survive with his massive, magnificent balls intact, or the tragic ending where those most goliath of gonads are brutally parted from his muscular body.
Right now we are tied in regard to Lucky's mammoth balls, with one vote for clemency, and one vote for execution. Perhaps YOUR vote will be the deciding ballot that determines the fate of this mega stud's gigantic balls!
The final chapter will be posted next week, likely around Friday, August 8th, so vote now and command Lucky's fate! :)
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Lucky’s Second Close Call: A Case of “Just a Little Bit Too Much”
Part 2
Based on an original story concept by Nathan
Lucky learns exactly how much weight his bull balls can hold...
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The platform swings gently with the quivering and straining of the young man’s gigantic leg muscles, slowly rocking like a huge pendulum and tugging even harder at the super stud’s bull balls. The platform itself has lowered just below the level of the dais and is still nearly 6 feet above the floor. Lucky’s behemoth balls are indeed holding, but Petr has unrivaled experience with the punishment and unmanning of slaves, and he knows that even Lucky’s mighty bull balls cannot hope to hold such a great weight forever. Indeed, Petr knows that it is just a matter of time before Lucky’s nuts finally weaken and tear free, and the huge platform falls crashing to the ground.
At a signal from Antonius, Petr picks up a thick metal pipe, over four feet long and nearly two inches thick of solid steel, and positions himself in front of the young slave. Petr’s excitement level redoubles, for he knows the next torture that is in store for the hapless, muscle-bound prisoner, and the young cutter’s entire body vibrates with erotic anticipation.
Antonius announces that the entertainment shall continue with the beating of Lucky’s trapped and straining balls with a metal baton. Petr, the Royal Cutter, shall have the honor of raining 100 blows of the steel pipe upon the handsome young slave’s bound and stretched balls, hitting them with as much strength as he can muster. Murmurs of approval and arousal filter through the crowd. Though brutal torments have been inflicted upon the young stud slave’s mammoth balls in the past, torments that would have easily broken any lesser man’s balls, the proposed beating is far more violent and destructive than anything that had been visited upon Lucky before, and the spectators knew that even Lucky’s burly bull balls couldn’t hope to survive such an attack, especially not when already so brutally and outrageously stretched to their breaking point.
And Petr was fully confident that he would be able to quickly bust those huge balls wide open, and spill their beefy and juicy contents all over the dais like some sort of meat piñata.
Antonius then raised his arms, once again quieting the excitedly murmuring crowd, before continuing. Over the hushed crowd, the cunning Emperor surprised everyone, including Petr, by proclaiming that if Lucky could endure all 100 blows of the pipe and hold the platform without losing his mighty balls, then the young stud slave would be granted his freedom, sparing him his nuts and awarding him the contents of the platform.
Excited shouts and shocked discussions thunderously erupt from the audience at this turn of events, and more heated betting continues. Petr’s nostrils flare and his eyes bulge in fury at the Emperor’s announcement, for the very thought of this slave not only keeping his balls, but earning his freedom as well, not to mention a fortune in gold that would make him richer than most nobles, was simply beyond enduring for the young cutter. Petr turned his white-hot anger on Lucky, and prepared to destroy the young man’s enormous, grotesque, obscenely oversized bull balls. Petr quickly controls his anger, for he realizes the he alone can prevent the young slave from earning his freedom and keeping his balls. No one but Lucky had ever escaped the cutter before, and Petr was determined that he wouldn’t escape again.
The handsome young cutter signaled to the waiting guards, and the massive men began turning a pair of cranks on either side of the dais. To the crowd’s amazement and delight, the marble columns atop the dais begin to rise, telescoping out of the floor and growing taller and taller and lifting the captive stud slave between them. The muscular young lad groans in fresh agony, as the raising of the columns places additional strain on his nuts. In addition, as the columns rise higher, Lucky’s wide-spread feet leave the ground, and his legs can no longer assist in holding up the platform of gold bricks; instead, that weight is shifted to the young man’s massive and powerful arms, which bunch and flex enormously under the tremendous new strain.
The guards raise the columns about a foot, and then Petr signals them to stop. Lucky’s brutally overstretched balls are now resting at about chest level to Petr, putting them in perfect position for the young cutter to bash them with his metal bat. Petr steps closer to the captive hunk, and reaches his free hand up to feel Lucky’s balls and scrotum. His hand glides over the smooth and glistening balls, reveling in their massive size, their raw power, the unutterably intense manliness exuded by those twin powerhouses of man meat. Both mighty orbs are slick with Lucky’s own precum, which continues to pour forth from his monstrously rampant cock like a firehose, coating the entire length of his massive schlong, the extraordinarily extended scrotum, and his huge balls before dripping in long, sticky ropes to the platform below. The young cutter notices with a start that fresh stretch marks could be seen on the paper thin surface of Lucky’s bloated sac, the normally thick scrotum stretching far beyond its design limits in an effort to contain its burgeoning contents.
Petr strokes and fondles those legendary balls for many long moments, hoping to sear the memory of these most spectacular of testicles in his mind forever before he beats them to a ruined pulp, reducing them to so much broken nut guts. Part of Petr is loath to begin his work, but only because he knows that he can destroy these paragons of masculinity only once. He could think of dozens, hundreds of ways to destroy such huge and powerful balls. His only solace was that, as the years rolled by and the untold thousands of Lucky’s children grew to adulthood, many of his young sons would eventually find their way to Petr’s chopping block, and hopefully they would inherit Lucky’s prodigious, legendary endowment. With the young man’s eldest children nearly 9 years of age, Petr eagerly knew it would be less than a decade before the first sons of Lucky were brought to his chopping block.
Petr’s precum-slickened hand also wandered up to the 12 inches of horrifically elongated scrotum that precariously connected Lucky’s supremely potent and vibrant bull balls to the rest of his glorious physique. Petr marveled at just how slender Lucky’s ballsac had become, and the fact that he could encircle the stretched scrotum between his thumb and forefinger and easily not touch the man’s sac. He did just that, then gently closed his hand a bit more until he was touching that narrow and slime-slickened tube of flesh. He then began slowly stroking his encircling hand up and down the entire foot-long length of that scrotal tube, almost like he was gently masturbating a long and slender cock. The sight and feeling of rhythmically stroking the young man’s inhumanly stretched nutsac almost brought Petr to a spontaneous orgasm of his own!
He suddenly closed his hand around the narrow neck of scrotum and gave a sharp yank, testing the strength of Lucky’s ball cords. The young man cried out in surprise and agony, as Petr’s tugging grip added even more strain to his already screaming ball cords. Lucky’s balls refused to stretch another millimeter, but Petr was satisfied that the cords seemed to have a lot of strength left in them. A surprising amount of strength, actually, but Petr wasn’t concerned. Petr knew that between the impending ball beating and the continued work of the 400 pounds literally tearing at his balls, Lucky’s days as the most famous and powerful stud slave in the history of Rome would soon be coming to a close.
Permanently.
Petr loosened his grip slightly, and once again began moving his hand up and down the elongated scrotum, as if he was stroking an incredibly long and thin penis. The action drew laughter and mild applause from the audience. The precum coating Lucky’s genitals made his skin slick, allowing Petr to shuck his distended sac with ease. The action must have been in some way pleasurable to the huge stud as well, for the quantity of clear spunk pouring forth from his achingly hard cock actually increased.
Petr smiled at the young man’s reaction, and wondered if the young stud would manage to unleash a final orgasm before his nutting was complete. Petr’s smile grew wider as he remembered the thick leather strap that even now had a strangle hold on the base of Lucky’s mighty, 18 ½ inch horse cock, choking the root of his massive dick and preventing even the slightest release. Petr hoped even more that Lucky somehow achieved orgasm, because the added congestion in his balls from a throttled orgasm could only increase the young man’s ultimate agony.
He moved his hand to the glorious penis itself, and roughly stroked his big hand up and down its impossible length. Petr couldn’t believe the heat radiating off of that mighty fuck stick, nor how rock solid the hot flesh felt beneath his fingers. He tried squeezing along the midpoint of the shaft, but not only could he barely wrap his fingers halfway around the mighty meat, he couldn’t get the heroically thick cock to provide the slightest give. Petr knew this mighty fuck rod was not going soft this side of ejaculation or death.
Petr temporarily put the unused metal club down and used both hands to roughly stroke the huge beast of a cock, sliding his precum-slickened hands from the strangled base all the way to the grotesquely swollen tip, clamping his hands down as hard as he could to create the maximum friction possible. His hands were quickly coated in fresh cock snot, which only served to make his job easier, pumping up and down that mighty schlong with faster and faster strokes. Lucky began to groan once again, but Petr could tell that the sounds of agony were now also mixed with the unmistakable sounds of pleasure. And to confirm Petr’s suspicions, the fluid leaking from the young man’s pulsating cock grew thicker and whiter, rich with fresh sperm. The handsome young cutter knew he was priming the pump, and he wanted Lucky fully aroused for the next part of the night’s entertainment.
After more than 10 minutes of constantly jacking Lucky’s monstrous cock, Petr could tell that the huge muscle stud was getting close to orgasm. He began stroking faster and faster still, letting the feeling of orgasm start to build in the handsome lad’s mighty loins. His hands became a blur on Lucky’s swollen and angry-looking cock, and stray ropes and ribbons of spunk were flying off the quivering cock in all directions.
At the last minute, Petr suddenly stopped and released Lucky’s cock from his strong grip. Lucky groaned in denied release, and his cock thundered and pulsed at the edge of orgasm. The huge beast of a cock reared back and slapped against Lucky’s corrugated abdominal wall with a loud and very beefy SMACK!, and then repeated that staccato beat again and again and again. The young man’s slender and muscular hips also began to buck, his rampant cock fucking air in a futile and vain attempt to achieve release. The bucking of his hips caused the weighted platform to begin to sway ponderously and oh so heavily between his widespread legs, increasing the agony on his nearly terminally stretched nuts, but Lucky seemed oblivious to the pain, absolutely desperate to relieve the ungodly congestion in his screaming bull balls.
It took several long minutes for Lucky to calm down and for his thunderhead of an orgasm to subside. Petr just watched with a wide and satisfied grin on his face, and the audience applauded his work with great enthusiasm and appreciation. Yes, the huge muscle slave, the beautiful young horse-hung man that Petr had been obsessing about for a full year, was finally ready for the next phase of his destruction.
Petr lifted the heavy metal bat off the ground, and once again took his position next to the captive and helpless hunk. He then leaned forward and, to the surprise of everyone, including Petr himself, planted a kiss on Lucky’s swollen and trembling right ball.
As Petr pulled back, his mind a confused whirl of surprise and lust and anger, he felt a wetness on his lips, and idly licked it off with his tongue. Thus it was that he tasted Lucky’s effluvium for the first time, a taste that was at once both salty and sweet, heady and gamey, rich and powerful. The young cutter had never tasted anything as delicious or powerful in his life, and it was like an aphrodisiac to him.
The audience was once again applauding, even louder than before, rewarding Petr for the respect he had just paid to this most worthy of adversaries.
Petr stepped back, lifted the metal pipe in a two-handed grip, squared his shoulders, and took aim. The young cutter was now grateful for all of his hard work and exercise over the past year, for he knew that his great strength was more than up to the task ahead. He practiced his swing several times, bringing the bat forward to lightly touch the surface of Lucky’s trapped and completely helpless balls several times. He imagined his swing passing through the other side of the humongous balls, splattering them on the first strike, and he smiled.
With that image in his mind, Petr mustered his more-than-considerable strength, and swung the bat with all his might.
The thick metal pipe cut a graceful arc as it sailed through the air…and connected with a mighty and meaty THWACK!! directly into both of Lucky’s gigantic bull balls.
The first blow landed with such spectacular force that it would have instantly obliterated any other man’s balls, shattering them and reducing them to so much broken ball meat. With the tremendous 400-pound weight pulling Lucky’s nuts down and rendering them immobile, the entire blow was absorbed by the young man’s massive, beefy balls. Lucky threw back his handsome head and bellowed in unimaginable agony as the pipe struck his awesomely sensitive bull nuts. Petr fully expected Lucky’s huge balls to burst asunder in their stretched sac, but to his surprise not only did the young slave’s balls endure the blow, his enormous cock burped an even larger slug of milky precum! It was almost as if the young muscle hunk was actually getting OFF on the unimaginably brutal ball abuse!!
Antonius had told Petr that testicle torture could make Lucky cum, but Petr had not believed him until now. The hugely muscular stud slave actually got off on having his balls beaten to a pulp! Petr silently vowed that Lucky was about to receive a ball beating that he would never forget, and he made it his goal to beat the young man’s meaty balls until he came, or until they burst – preferably both!
Petr raised the heavy metal bat again, and a second powerful blow landed on the backside of Lucky’s swollen bull nuts, wrenching another agonized cry from the young muscle stud and yet more pearly precum from his massive cock. But still Lucky’s balls held, defying Petr once again. Petr knew that he had swung hard enough to crack one of the marble pillars flanking the bound bull, and so he was stunned to see Lucky’s balls still intact, defying him and taunting him to visit even greater harm upon them.
And Petr was more than happy to oblige.
Petr threw himself into the brutal ball beating with a vengeance, hammering Lucky’s massive balls from every direction, raining terrible agony and destruction upon the young muscle slave. He barely paused between blows, giving the handsome stud no time to recover his breath or his balls to recover from the blow. Yet Lucky endured it all, bellowing in agony as his balls were simultaneously stretched past his knees and beaten to a jellied pulp.
In a matter of minutes, 10 mighty blows had hammered into Lucky’s unlucky balls, then 20 blows, then 30 blows, and STILL Lucky endured it all. His massive balls had turned an angry lobster red from the abuse, and were in places turning purple with bruising, but they were clearly still vital and whole. Whether his balls had already suffered irreparable harm, however, was open to debate, for even if Petr stopped the horrific ball beating now, who could say if the combination of stretching and pummeling hadn’t already rendered the massive stud slave sterile. But it was unquestionable and obvious that two very solid and VERY large orbs of man meat were still firm and whole inside that overstretched pouch.
But permanent sterility and utter nullification of the uber hunk was Petr’s goal, so his powerful arms swung again and again and again and again, raining terrible, destructive force directly into the handsome stud’s unprotected and completely vulnerable gonads. Petr had to admit that the muscular prisoner possessed balls of steel, for his extraordinarily powerful and dense bull balls had already deflected dozens of blows, and were still intact. Petr could tell, however, that he was steadily wearing down the resistance of those mighty nuts, and even now he could feel the metal bat dig deeper and deeper into Lucky’s thick nut flesh with each successive blow.
Petr also noticed that Lucky’s mighty balls were continuing to lose their battle with the 400 pounds of weight tearing at them, and the platform was continuing to ever so slowly and inexorably lower toward the floor. Lucky’s huge balls continued to sag under the great weight suspended from their bulky, meaty mass, and stretched now to 12 ½ inches. Clearly, Lucky’s super human bull balls could not hold out too much longer. Either they would burst open like overripe fruit under Petr’s ferocious assault, or they would finally rip free of his crotch from the tearing weight of the platform of gold. For Petr, it was a race against time to see which would be the first to claim Lucky’s herculean manhood.
Again and again and again and again, Petr hammered the heavy metal pipe directly into Lucky’s screaming nuts, each time impacting with obliterating force. The blows were raining so hard and so fast that the young prisoner’s massive balls were actually quivering under the assault, and the 400-pound weight hanging from Lucky’s bull nuts was set to swinging. The handsome young stud’s shrieks and bellows of agony continued unabated, punctuated by the steady THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! of the pipe against his nuts.
Then the amazing happened. Something in Lucky’s gigantic balls must have snapped, for the young man began bucking his hips with a fury and bellowing in a mixture of ecstasy and agony. The huge 400-pound weight started to swing more wildly, and incredibly even bounced up and down a few inches, such was the fury of the young man’s bucking and thrashing. Lucky’s already bloated and distended horse cock swelled larger still, looking like it would split wide open down its incredible length, and the flow of thick and milky precum from its gaping tip suddenly ceased.
Moments later, a freight train of an orgasm hit Lucky directly in the loins, and a constant and impossibly thick river of pure white cum began to gush from his throbbing, quivering cock with a volume that could not be believed. To the shock and amazement of all save Antonius, Lucky was actually cumming under the unimaginably brutal torture.
The crowd could actually hear the thick leather strap, bound so tightly around the base of Lucky’s rampant cock, creak loudly in protest as it was forced to expand and allow the young super stud to begin purging his colossal load of too-long-held stud spunk. The thick and very tough strap continued to prevent the handsome young hunk from shooting his wad in his characteristic massive salvos, however, slugs of cum that were known to blast upwards of 40 feet or more from his cannon of a cock. Instead, Lucky’s cum poured forth from his cock in a great, pulsating river, 10 days of pent up stud cream issuing forth in a single, mighty deluge. So much cum was pouring forth that it ran in great rivers down the entire length of Lucky’s huge cock, and then down the length of his ridiculously over-stretched scrotum to pour over his bruised, bulging balls and onto the platform. And still more cum fell in an unbroken stream directly from his cock slit down onto the brick-covered platform.
The platform itself had a 4-inch-tall lip all around the outside in order to help keep the bricks in place, and this lip was now forming a container to catch Lucky’s unnaturally over-abundant and incredibly heavy load. The platform quickly began to fill with Lucky’s own male juices, adding the weight of his titanic load to the great weight already suspended from his aching bull nuts.
The sight was awesome and intensely, mind-blowingly erotic, and many in the audience shot their loads then and there, some for the second or third or even fourth time of the evening.
Petr nearly shot his load himself, his huge 12-inch cock untouched and still trapped in his tight leather pants. But he regained control of himself, just barely, and continued beating the young man’s muscle balls with renewed vigor and fury, knowing that the pain of Lucky’s ball beating would increase ten-fold now that he was cumming.
Petr surpassed 40 blows, and then 50 blows, and then 60 blows. The severity of the blows caused Lucky’s great, magnificent cock to bounce and wiggle in every direction, sending cum splashing everywhere. Petr was getting drenched in Lucky’s awesomely potent spunk, and the feel of the hot and chunky fluid striking his bare skin, the taste of his supremely potent muscle sperm on Petr’s lips, the thick and heady and incredibly arousing stench of all of that thick, musky spunk, only drove Petr to redouble his efforts and increase the force of his blows.
Still Lucky somehow endured it all, while continuing to shoot the most mind-numbingly massive orgasm any of them had ever seen, including the Emperor, who by now had become almost accustomed and perhaps even jaded to the young stud slave’s super human loads. But this orgasm was clearly going to shatter even the legendary records already set by the handsome and helpless young muscle hunk.
Never before had Lucky been forced to go so long without cumming.
Never before had his balls been so brutally and relentlessly tortured.
Never before had his huge aching nuts, the wellspring of his masculinity and power, been brought so close to destruction.
Never before had Lucky felt an orgasm of such all-consuming intensity and power.
The almighty flood of Lucky’s thick and creamy stud cum had long since filled the platform beyond capacity, and still more of the hot, sticky fluid was pouring out onto the gold bricks and platform, overflowing in great globs of smelly sperm to plop onto the uncaring marble floor below. Gallons of the stuff had already poured forth from Lucky’s rampant horse cock, and there still seemed to be no end in sight to his monumental orgasm.
However, the buckets of cum pumping from Lucky’s loins were adding to the already tremendous weight that was even now threatening to rip his great balls from his body. Petr watched mesmerized between mighty blows from the metal pipe as Lucky’s enormous balls gradually sagged farther still, stretching in tiny increments as they edged toward destruction!
At 13 inches, Lucky’s balls finally seemed to refuse to stretch any farther, his ball cords stretched to the absolute limit of their endurance, unable to stretch even another millimeter without snapping. Petr could see micro tears forming in the surface of Lucky’s almost terminally overstretched scrotum, a sure sign that the end of Lucky’s legendary masculinity was drawing near. Petr knew it would not be long before Lucky’s super human bull nuts finally gave out, and he smiled at the cruel irony that it was Lucky’s own awesome virility that might be the final arbiter of his undoing.
The flurry of blows continued to rain down on Lucky’s defenseless and weakening balls without pause, turning his already dark red balls an ugly shade of purple with fresh bruises. The young bull stud’s massive balls were becoming positively squishy with each fresh blow, and Petr wondered if the huge orbs weren’t more than halfway ruptured already. But the mighty nuts continued to rebound to their healthy egg-like shape after each terrible strike, defiantly refusing to burst under even the most heinous and crippling of blows. Already Petr had struck young Lucky’s balls an unbelievable 70 times, and then 80 times! Amazingly, the metal pipe itself was starting to distort and twist under the continuous abuse, actually bending around the young muscle god's titanic testicles. Petr couldn’t believe his eyes, and the sight only served to increase both his lust and his fury.
To Petr's great delight, he could actually feel Lucky's huge bull balls begin to crumble under the assault. Where once Lucky's formerly solid and incredibly dense balls were deflecting the blows with barely a dent, the heavy metal pipe was now sinking deep into the very heart of the young man's thick and squishy ball meat, meeting virtually no resistance as it pulverized the very core of the young stud's awesome manhood. The entire audience could now hear a wet and sickening crunching along with every beefy smack of the pipe, and it was clear that the young stud slave's very masculinity was being ground to a pulp before their very eyes.
Yet still, somehow, Lucky's behemoth balls endured, and continued to squeeze out inhuman amounts of jizz.
At 90 blows, Petr began to worry that Lucky might actually survive the torture, saving whatever remained of his colossal bull balls and walking away with both his freedom and an incredible wealth in gold. Petr knew that he could not, would not let that happen, and so he tore into Lucky with everything he had, throwing his whole body behind the final 10 blows.
THWACK!!!
91.
THWACK!!!
92.
Lucky’s balls were finally beginning to rupture, their super tough outer shell finally beginning to succumb to the brutal ball beating. The massive orbs began to lose their healthy egg shape, deforming grotesquely with each new blow and no longer rebounding to their original dimensions. Yet, while each new, terrible blow appears like it will be the one to cause the catastrophic collapse of Lucky’s gargantuan balls, the frighteningly powerful and resilient orbs somehow manage to continue to endure. But as weakened and battered as they already are, how can Lucky’s balls possibly survive these final blows?!
THWACK!!!
93.
THWACK!!!
94!
THWACK!!!
95!!
Lucky’s agony is unimaginable, and his beast-like bellows are so loud that the very walls of the great marble hall sound like they could shake apart. His great bull nuts are beginning to turn to mush, and the young and extraordinarily handsome muscle stud can feel every last inch of their gradual and steady destruction. Any blow now could be the one that cracks Lucky's huge nuts wide open, spraying their meaty contents across the room in a magnificent shower of gore.
THWACK!!!
96!!!
THWACK!!!
97!!!
Petr has turned his entire body into a weapon of testicular destruction, using every swollen muscle and every ounce of his considerable strength to drive that heavy pipe through Lucky's utterly pulverized and nearly busted balls. The thick metal pipe is indeed bludgeoning deeper and even deeper into the young slave’s beefy ball meat, causing the nearly gelatinous mass of Lucky's mighty nuts to bulge and quiver in a disturbing and clearly unhealthy manner.
Only three more blows remain, and it seems clear that Lucky's already mauled and brutally mangled balls can't hope to survive to the end, and in fact may already be mortally wounded and damaged beyond repair.
THWACK!!!
98!!!!
THWACK!!!
99!!!!!
Lucky’s balls somehow endure the next two blows, the most powerful yet, and are on the very verge of becoming liquid nut guts, shattering into a shapeless mass in his hideously distended sac. Tears of utter agony and hopelessness stream down the young slave's achingly handsome face as he prepares for the final blow that will end his herculean manhood forever.
THWACK!!!
100!!!!!!!!!!
Petr struck the final blow with such awesome force that the pipe actually shattered, sundering in two as it struck Lucky’s horrifically beaten and battered bull nuts with critical force. Lucky’s beautifully muscled body arched backward in unspeakable agony, each muscle etched in perfect detail, as yet another ear-bursting bellow was torn from his giant lungs.
But unbelievably, impossibly, his balls held!!!
Lucky’s gargantuan bull balls had just survived 100 devastating blows while supporting well over 450 pounds of gold and sperm. Lucky had won his freedom!!
Petr was dumbfounded, and dropped the shattered end of the metal pipe from numb fingers onto the cum-drenched floor. He could not believe that the young muscle slave had actually endured such devastating abuse. He watched as Lucky continued to groan and pump out the largest load of sperm ever shot in the history of man, his balls stretched to more than twice their already unbelievable and unnaturally long dangle, hanging over a foot from his crotch while straining to support an unimaginable amount of weight of gold and cum.
The handsome young stud slave was truly a GOD!
Lucky’s massive and horribly bruised balls had swollen to even greater dimensions from all the beating, looking like a pair of oversized, reddish-purple cantaloupe. The twin orbs were mushy and pulpy, having lost nearly all of their strength and solidity, and were lumpy, distended, and misshapen, but whole. Petr knew that just one or two more blows with the pipe would have ruptured them like a pair of overripe melons, but he would now never get the chance to finish them off. Lucky's nuts may very well already be beaten and pulverized into sterility, damaged and mutilated beyond repair, but they were still whole and still attached to his body. Lucky had won!
The audience exploded into thunderous applause, everyone jumping to their feet to enthusiastically cheer the young man and his impossible feat of strength and endurance. Even the Emperor was on his feet, adding his own loud shouts of joy and congratulations to the cheering throng. Lucky had more than earned a place of honor among the nobility of Rome, and the cheering crowd was welcoming him with open arms.
A white hot fury began to overwhelm Petr. Now, for a second time, Lucky had thwarted him, and was going to walk away this time not only intact, but free and rich beyond his wildest imaginings. Petr simply could not let that happen.
With a bellow of animal fury, Petr leapt high into the air and crashed down onto the cum-drenched platform, adding the over 245 pounds of his own beautifully muscular body weight to the tremendous weight of gold and fluids already tearing at Lucky’s nearly busted nuts.
The audience cried out in shock and dismay, and the recoil was awesome. Lucky bellowed in his greatest agony yet as over 700 pounds of metal, muscle, and cum pulled at his agonized bull balls. Every mammoth muscle in his body instantly flexed, swelling to even more impossible dimensions, and his mighty cock gave such a powerful lurch that the entire platform bounced several inches into the air.
But somehow, incredibly, impossibly, and against all reason, Lucky’s nuts continued to hold, bearing nearly TWICE the young muscle stud's own gargantuan body weight and still pumping out even more of his thick and chunky cum!! Lucky's mighty bull balls refused to drop any further in their horribly stretched scrotum. His ball cords simply could not stretch any more, and therefore had no choice but to either hold the additional weight, or snap. Lucky’s agony was beyond imagining.
The Emperor furiously shouted for his guards, who began to rush forward in an attempt to save Lucky from his imminent castration. Petr knew he had very little time if he wanted to finish off the newly christened young nobleman. He began to bounce up and down violently on the platform, hoping to wrench Lucky’s nuts off. Again and again and again he bounced his muscular weight up and down, and the micro tears in Lucky's straining scrotum began to widen. Petr could now glimpse the pale gray walls of Lucky's titanic nuts through more than a dozen tiny but widening tears, and the slight was overwhelmingly erotic to him, spurring him to even more frenzied yanking and pulling. But Lucky's balls were simply too powerfully tethered to his crotch, and refused to tear free.
Realizing he wouldn't be able to pull Lucky's nuts off in time, Petr grasped the impossibly narrow base of Lucky’s swollen, tenderized nuts in one hand, began to pummel the great orbs with his naked fist, hoping to finish the work that he started with the metal pipe.
So battered and beaten were Lucky’s bull balls that the normally rock solid flesh gave like putty to Petr’s pistoning fist, allowing his huge fist to disappear deep into Lucky’s ball flesh with each devastating punch. Such was the size of Lucky's mammoth bull nuts, however, that Petr could only strike one massive ball at a time, but his punches landed with such a furious speed that it hardly mattered. Lucky's balls bulged and distended grotesquely around each obliterating punch, looking like a pair of overfilled water balloons that were about to burst. It indeed looked like Petr would get his wish, reducing Lucky’s balls to rubble while also tearing them from his supremely muscular body.
With the guards almost upon him, a desperate Petr knew that he was almost out of time. He swiftly pulled a hidden knife from his leather boot and placed the wickedly sharp blade behind the base of Lucky's huge balls. He prepared to cut the narrow neck of Lucky’s overstretched scrotum, severing the young man’s gigantic gonads and rendering him a eunuch at last, even as he was thundering out his final, mammoth orgasm.
Petr smiled, for there was no way the guards could reach Lucky in time to save him.
The last seconds before Lucky’s unmanning seemed to pass in slow motion, and Petr savored these last few moments, knowing that they would be burned into his memory forever. He knew that his own balls, and perhaps even his life, would be forfeit if he completed this deed, for he was now technically attacking a nobleman of the Empire. But he simply HAD to destroy those huge, perfect orbs, those mighty testicles that were so much more massive than even his own lemon-sized nuts. He readied the knife for the single, final cut that would end it all…
What happened next would live on in the legends of Rome for thousands of years to come.
Perhaps it was the added weight of Petr’s own massively muscled body tearing down on Lucky’s swollen bull balls.
Perhaps it was the powerful throbbing and pumping of Lucky’s mighty horse cock as it continued to purge his loins of literally bucket loads of supremely thick cum, desperate to fertilize someone, something, ANYTHING, before his manhood was stolen forever.
Perhaps, perhaps it was the weight of Lucky’s very own gargantuan load, the deluge of his own sperm, that had filled the large metal platform to overflowing.
Whatever the reason, whatever it cause, it proved to be just a little bit too much...
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So what will it be? Will Lucky be saved by some sort of last-minute intervention, or will his magnificent bull balls be plucked from his loins at their absolute peak of ripeness...?
