Haunted Mansion - Chapter 4

This week's installment features Tor, the 6-foot, 6-inch blond shot putter, who proves that even 24-inch guns and nearly 300 pounds of prime stud beef are useless against a violent and horny ghost.


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Haunted Mansion - Chapter 4

Based on an original anthropomorphic story by Wyndfeld

Tor, the big blond giant, wanders into the drawing room and sits down where he shouldn’t. 

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The massive form of Tor emerged from the hallway and into the kitchen. The huge muscle man looked more than a little concerned to not find Ryan here in his assigned room, but his expression eased a bit when he saw the very normal-looking kitchen, and a plate of what looked like a huge, freshly-cooked hamburger patty sitting on the counter. The meat patty was huge, nearly an inch thick and filling up almost the entire plate, and it smelled delicious. 

Tor picked up the plate in one huge hand and examined what looked and smelled like pork sausage, only cooked with a waffle griddle shape seared into the top. The smell was very enticing, and since the big man hadn’t eaten for several hours and nothing else looked to be available, he decided to chow down. 

“No ketchup? Hmm, oh well,” Tor said in his deep, rumbling voice. 

He picked up the huge flat sausage patty off of the plate and took a big bite, and moaned in appreciation at how good the hot, sweet meat tasted as he slowly chewed it. “I wonder where Ryan got this,” Tor thought. “I hope he doesn’t mind that I’m taking it.” Shrugging his massive, cannon ball shoulders, Tor took the plate with him back to the drawing room, his assigned room for the evening’s paranormal experiments. 

The large drawing room was virtually empty except for a rusty steel chair squatting ominously in the center of the room. All of Tor’s cameras and equipment were trained on the chair, which had a plaque on its base that read ‘Corbin’s Emasculation Chair’. The steel chair looked sinister and malicious, with its rust stains looking like blood, and it had horrified and frightened the big and hugely muscular shot putter when he first saw it. But as he had later examined it, seeing its cordless electric motors and its gears frozen in rusty blocks, Tor’s fear had vanished. This was definitely an old, broken down piece of equipment, and would clearly never function again. 

Tor didn’t want to remain standing to eat the rest of his sausage, so he flopped his great muscular bulk down onto the cold steel seat, and began consuming more of the huge sausage waffle. Spreading his thickly muscled legs, he could see that the machine’s gears were there… big nasty interlocking teeth just ready to rip and pulverize a male’s nuts between them. Tor shivered at the thought, but kept on eating. 

His mind drifted aimlessly as he enjoyed his delicious, meaty treat. Finishing his repast, Tor sat back in the big chair, licking the grease off of his lips and setting the empty plate aside. As so often happened to the young tank of a man, Tor realized that he was becoming really horny. Something about being in a supposedly haunted house on Halloween night, and sitting in an old chair that had probably unmanned more than one young stud, made Tor unaccountably aroused. So after taking a quick look around to make sure no one else could see him, the big man unbuttoned his tightly packed jeans and freed his enormous, but still mostly flaccid, man meat. 

Tor's gigantic cock was as spectacularly massive as the rest of his huge body, and as he fondled and stroked himself to hardness, his randy cock quickly grew for him, bulging with power and masculinity, the cooling air of the room caressing it as it grew to its full, mammoth size. Tor's truly enormous hard on measured more than 12 inches in length and was every bit as thick as the business end of a baseball bat, protruding proudly like a sturdy oak limb from between his massively muscular thighs. 

The young blond giant reached back into his open blue jeans with his other huge hand and then hauled out a colossal pair of balls easily the match for his penis in both size and sheer mass. Tor’s nuts were the size of a huge pair of oranges, and hung extremely low and loose in their floppy sac. The enormous gonads were nearly the size of the shot put weights that the young man hurled so expertly on the field, and appeared to be very nearly as heavy as well. Such was the enormous weight of the great orbs that they stretched his scrotum to well over 4 inches, and that was at the tender young age of 19; who knew how far they would hang by the time he was 30! Or 40! 

Hauling his huge nuts out into the chill air, Tor squeezed the mighty orbs down to the bottom of their sac and toward the wicked looking metal teeth of the chair below him, making his huge testicles bulge bright red and shiny, and if anything looking even more enormous than before. The big man continued to grip and fondle his huge stud nuts in one hand while he continued to frig his massive cock with the other. 

Forgetting for the moment he was on camera, Tor began to fist his gigantic cock, thinking of the pleasure he would soon be getting from his studly roommate, Jon, when he returned to campus. Very few of the other jocks knew that the blond titan was actually gay, and the quiet young giant wanted to keep it that way. As he sat back in the chair, slipping his jeans down over his columnar thighs, Tor pictured Jon, his hot and hunky friend and fellow track and field star, squirming under him, writhing around his massive cock. He pictured the handsome young man grinning over his shoulder at him, hugging his huge stallion stud dick with that gorgeous, tight, muscular ass of his. 

Feeling hot despite the chill in the room, Tor paused in his self-pleasuring long enough to strip his baggy sweatshirt up and over his head, revealing his fantastically muscular upper body for the first time. Tor's body positively bulged with huge, perfectly formed muscles. His shoulders and chest in particular were extraordinarily huge, a perfect match for his colossal arms. It was no surprise that the young man was already breaking records in strength events like shot put with massive muscles like these powering his every move. Tor’s lats flared nearly as wide as barnyard doors, yet he tapered down dramatically to a tight, very muscular waist. A dusting of blond body hair lay scattered across the top and plunging down the cleavage of his massive pecs, and also surrounded his thick, succulent nipples in a fine halo of golden hairs. A faint trail traveled the rest of the way down to the young man's hairy crotch, where his spectacular endowment sprouted like some monument to masculinity. 

Tor had his sweatshirt off in seconds, and was quickly back to jacking his cock and roughly fondling his mighty bull balls. The big stud panted, fist sliding up and down over his thick sturdy meat, as more thoughts of his lover’s sweet tight tail made him grow even harder. His eyes clamped shut, feet pushing at the floor, leaning back in the chair as he stroked his man tool and dreamed of spurting up his boy’s tight rear… young Corbin squeezing his cock so hard… Corbin holding a pair of scissors and winking at him evilly. Corbin… Wait! WHAT?! Corbin!?! 

The young muscle stud immediately stopped his stroking, his mighty orgasm mere seconds away, heart thundering with fear in his massive chest. Whoa! This place must be getting to him, Tor thought. His breath frosted in the now much colder air as he pulled his huge hand off from around his cock and rested his mighty forearm on the arm of the chair. His roommate was Jon, so why was he thinking of Corbin? He needed to collect his thoughts... 

He blushed furiously as he suddenly noticed the camera watching him silently. “Good god, that thing’s still on! I’d better go turn it…” As Tor prepared to push up off of the chair, a loud shriek of scraping metal tore from the chair beneath him, and iron claws sprang up from the chair’s arms, instantly pinning Tor’s thick wrists down on the armrests. Before Tor could do more than shout his surprise, a second clamp sprang from the back of the chair and encircled his thick bull-like neck, pulling him against the back of the chair and effectively immobilizing the huge muscle stud. 

“Son of a…!!” the huge shot putter roared as he struggled mightily against the rusty metal restraints, his enormous muscles bulging and flexing dramatically. The wooden chair was sturdily built out of thick planks of oak, but Tor was brutally strong - he should have been able to snap the chair apart like kindling, but instead the seat barely even budged despite all of his frantic efforts. 

“What is this, some kinda trick?!” 

Fear was clearly evident in the handsome man’s deep blue eyes, and his struggles were driven by terror and desperation. 

After nearly a minute of futile struggling, Tor was able to regain some composure, and in a shaky voice, chuckled and said, “Okay, Professor, you got me...” The young man fervently hoped that this was all some kind of game, a practical joke put on by the Professor and the other young guys. 

But these hopes were quickly dashed as the chair began to vibrate. He heard a sound that was impossible – the electric motors beginning to hum. “No way!” Tor grunted, knowing he had seen the motors himself. Ruined, rusted, useless, and without even their power cords to provide electricity. A rush of air kissed his heavy, naked ball sac. 

He glanced down between his legs and could see the whirling gears, spinning and grinding just inches from his extremely low-hanging ball sack. Silently and for the first time, Tor cursed the fact that his bull sack hung so huge, so low, and so floppy. Cursed also that earlier that morning, Jon had spanked and slapped those huge sperm tanks around but hadn’t let him cum, making his balls even bigger and more swollen than usual, and hanging particularly low. If Jon hadn’t done that, then his mighty balls wouldn’t now be just a couple of inches away from being sucked into those whirring gears and destroyed. 

Still, his balls hadn’t fallen into those gears, so perhaps he would still be okay. “Man, I’m so glad that I didn’t get castrated,” Tor whispered to himself. 

“Oh, but the castration will come soon enough, my handsome and hugely muscular friend. And it will be a spectacular castration indeed, with testicles as huge and heavy as yours! First, though, I have something better for you.”

The mysterious voice was in Tor’s ear, cold and frosty, and the big man couldn’t even turn his immobilized head to see who was speaking. 

“Who…? Who’s there?” Tor said out loud, his deep voice shaking with fear. “Show yourself!” 

“I’m afraid I can’t do that right now. But you’ve shown yourself to me plenty… tell me again about your boyfriend’s hot tight ass…” 

“What!?! I... You don't know anything about my boyfriend!!” 

Tor shuddered as he felt invisible ice cold fingers begin to toy with his massive erection, and the sensation was terrifying and extremely erotic at the same time. The fingers slowly stroked up, and then down, and then back up again. The feeling was incredible, and very soon, a large bead of precum began to form at the tip of Tor’s mighty horse cock. He had already been very close to cumming before the chair trapped him, and the adrenaline had kept him rock hard through the ensuing time of his capture – now he was once again close to blowing his massive load. His huge dick pulsed hot in the cold, cold grip, and the evil snickering echoed in his ears as the invisible entity seemed to appraise his huge appendage. 

“I know quite a bit about your boy toy, Tor, and about his love for big stallion dicks like yours. But he will be very disappointed next time you meet up…” The bead of precum on the tip of Tor’s dick flattened down as an invisible finger smeared it over the broad cap of his flared and almost painfully swollen glans. The huge bull stud groaned in pleasure. The metal blades were now running smoothly under his massive balls, which had relaxed even further under the ghost’s attentions and now hung oh so close to their destruction. Amazingly, the threat of his impending castration had Tor's cock harder than ever before, so swollen that it looked like it might split his skin wide open. 

“Who…? What are you?! Why are you doing this to me?!?!” 

“I should think the who would be obvious…” Fingers caressed and tweaked his huge, steel-hard cock, causing Tor to groan again and his beautiful blue eyes to close in pleasure. “I exist because good needs balance. I feed off of the dark fantasies of those within my walls. And I will have to thank Samuel. He has brought me such beautiful and bountiful supplies of raw sexual energy! And speaking of supplies… I believe it is time for your harvest…” 

A thick plastic cylinder with metal curving ‘leaves’ at the end lifted up magically between the young man’s mighty legs. It looked kind of like the milking tubes for dairy cows that he had studied earlier in the spring, but much larger and subtly different too. Wicked. Dirty. 

His thick cock strained as the sucking tube slid against the extremely broad head. It wouldn’t fit! It COULDN’T fit!! Tor smirked triumphantly, proud that his mighty stud cock was too thick to fit inside the tube. But then he felt those fingers, those cold invisible fingers, coaxing his sensitive glans. He could feel them spreading more of the abundant precum around his dick head, making it slick, and before he knew it the thick plastic tube had slid tightly over his tip and the first few inches of his massive cock. 

Tor gasped as the tube turned on, and a powerful suction pulled his massive cock even deeper into the tube. The feeling was amazing, like he was getting an expert blow job and penetrating a tight ass at the same time, but his eyes kept telling him that it was just a clear, solid, plastic tube.  

Suddenly, his head was filled with memories and fantasies of his beautiful lover, Jon. And standing in the background of every image was the smirking, handsome Corbin. Angrily, Tor tried to force the evil invader out of his mind, but Corbin just shook a finger at him and grinned. Opening his eyes, Tor watched the clear tube inch its way down the length of his supremely big cock. In short order, it was pressing against the base of the enormous unit, sucking the entire length of that massive schlong down the hard plastic tube. The tube’s rim was rubbing against the thick base of his cock root as the suction tugged the last inch of him in. Tor groaned uncontrollably, as the pleasure was greater than anything he’d ever felt before. 

Closing his eyes again, Tor found that the images had changed. Now it was him laying face down in the bed, taking a huge male organ up his massive, muscular ass, all while the evil Corbin watched from the shadows with a gloating expression on his cruel, handsome face. 

“Time to go from he-man top to bottom pussy, Tor!” Corbin’s cold and amused voice purred in his head. 

Suddenly, the clear tube began to spin on Tor’s huge, swollen cock. At first, this spinning motion only made the big man moan in even greater delight, his long-denied orgasm finally and rapidly approaching. Without warning, the pleasure turned to searing pain as Tor felt the metal leaves at the base of the tube begin to very slowly retract and begin to slice into the thick base of his gigantic cock. 

“FUCK!!! OH FUCK!!!” Tor bellowed as the burning pain shot through his loins. The big muscle man humped and roared wildly as the tube spun faster and faster, steadily cutting deeper and deeper into his incredibly thick cock. 

“I’m afraid you’ll never fuck anyone again, my friend,” Corbin’s cool voice sadistically gloated. 

And then, just as the big man was about to shoot his hot load, all sensation stopped. The tube was still spinning, and the massive cock within it was still throbbing with great shuddering pulsations. Tor's humongous balls quivered and spasmed with an aching need to expel their load, but were unable to do so. 

“Oh God!! I… I need to…to cum!!” Tor panted, feeling like his balls were going to burst with unspent seed. 

Tor’s masculine jaw went slack as he watched the tube suddenly begin to retract… taking his big male organ with it! 

“Oh my G…G…” the big man whimpered. It suddenly dawned on him what the ghostly voice had meant! 

“God gives them… I take them away!” Corbin’s icily amused voice gloated derisively. “But if you really want to cum, I could help you!” The cold voice offered. 

“Wha… how…?” Tor half-sobbed, half-grunted, so in need at that point that he had forgotten he was conversing with a ghost. The young man’s huge nuts lurched as he watched the awesome 12+ inches of his mammoth cock lifted up, thick and gleaming, trapped within the retreating plastic tube. The metal leaves had indeed closed in on the root of his mighty cock, cutting it off at the base and leaving him completely emasculated. 

Except for his nuts, of course — his huge, heavy, heaving nuts that continued to throb in their low-slung sac. He had just been emasculated, but he still NEEDED to cum. He ground his huge and immensely powerful thighs together, hard, wedging his swollen and rock solid balls between them in a futile effort to try to reach orgasm. He squeezed his massive thighs harder and harder, grinding his huge balls between twin columns of unforgiving muscle, but he simply could not squeeze the sperm from his mighty nuts. 

Cold fingers pushed his thighs apart, revealing Tor’s denuded crotch to the camera. There was a  red and raw wound where his gigantic cock had once been, but there was surprisingly almost no blood. Tor whimpered until cool ice fingers wrapped around the base of his enormous nuggies. 

“Heh, heh, heh... Poor dumb muscle jock. Got you really riled up, taking your cock, didn't I?”  The sly voice purred. Tor gasped, panting and nodding his handsome, blond-haired head. He spread his thick legs wide so the ghost could tease his big aching nuts. 

Tor watched with wide eyes as a rawhide string lifted up from the floor beside him and began to carefully truss up his fat, swollen sac. The thick leather cord was first wound around the top of Tor’s thick scrotal neck where it met his muscular crotch, cinching a noose around it so tightly that it made Tor’s entire massive body jump in the chair. The cord was then slowly wrapped around the length of Tor's very loose scrotum, tightly binding the thick sac and turning it into a very narrow neck of braided leather. Once Tor's huge and heavy balls were forced to the very bottom of their elongated scrotum, the cord began to wrap around first one ball and then the other, again and again, forcing the two balls apart from each other and making them bulge even larger in their overstretched sac. 

The huge, dick-less stud groan uncontrollably throughout the whole process, the feeling of the icy fingers on his lava hot bull nuts driving him to even greater heights of arousal. Tor began to pant even more heavily as the leather began to separate his big floppy balls from one another, making the skin stretch lightly around them as they strained to contain their huge and weighty contents. 

The phantom fingers then began squeezing Tor's massive balls, hard and without warning, gripping them nearly to the brink of bursting them, and then relaxing and starting over again. Tor was so highly aroused at this point that even this brutal treatment of his balls only brought him pleasure, allowing him to overcome the deep pain that would normally result from such abuse. 

“Of all the males I’ve ever tried this on, I’ve never gotten one to climax from it…” Corbin’s ghost said idly to himself. Pre-cum began to ooze out of the red and raw hole where Tor’s proud and massive cock used to be. 

“I-I will! I promise! Just please don’t stop!” Tor begged in a deep, breathy voice. The icy fingers pulled the young man’s huge balls out even more, pulling them slowly down. The hot air from the machine’s whirring gears was soon washing over the trapped nuts, the rusty teeth of the spinning gears parting the fine golden hair coating the huge nuggies. 

“Oh Gods… please not that!” Tor begged as the hard little nubs of the gear teeth made his balls bounce up and down, vibrating with the speed of their passage. 

“Ha, ha, ha!” Corbin’s cold voice chuckled as an icy cold hand powerfully continued to powerfully knead the young stud’s massive balls. “You owe me a climax first!” the darkly amused voice snarled, as strong hands squeezed Tor’s huge trapped balls, kneading the massive orbs against one another and grinding them so hard that they began to bulge and distort into ever more grotesque shapes. 

“Yes…yes…” Tor panted. “Make me cum!” 

“As you wish!” Corbin said, his cold voice sounding particularly lewd and amused. Suddenly the young muscle giant felt an icy cold finger rubbing around the rim of his hot anus. Then without warning it speared into the taut pucker, forcing it open. 

“Son of a…!” Tor yowled. “I don’t…!” he started to protest, but was silenced when the cold voice replied. 

“Not like you can do much else, Tor, now that you’re a cock-less pussy!” the evil voice taunted. The first icy cold finger was quickly joined by a second, further opening up his virgin hole. The second finger was soon joined by a third, and then a fourth. 

In short order, and with a sobbing Tor unable to resist, Corbin’s entire ghostly fist was being brutally forced against his virgin anal ring. The big stud tried valiantly to fight the intruder, his powerful ass and sphincter muscles clenching to prevent this violation, but the ghost was even stronger than the handsome Nordic giant. 

“Noooo!! Oh please… no… it’s to much!!” the big shot putter screamed, bucking his hips and trying to escape the invading hand. The deathly cold fist did retreat, but only to punch savagely back against the tight hole once again. Out… in… out… in... out... steadily wearing down Tor's resistance. 

Then the icy cold fist finally plowed through the last of the young man’s crumbling defenses, and punched its way inside. 

“AAIIIEEEEEEE!!! YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!!!” Tor roared as he felt the fist forced deep into his virgin rectum. Just as abruptly, the fist was yanked all the out, only to plunge right back in again, making the huge muscle giant squeal even louder. 

As the big hand was slammed home a third time, Tor could feel that the hand was now balled into a clenched fist. The fist pounded with brutal force into the hard knot of the young man’s swollen prostate, sending an electric shock of pleasure through his muscular body. Tor moaned uncontrollably at the unexpected pleasure. 

“Liking that are we?” the leering voice mocked, pushing harder. More of the deadly cold arm entered the helpless hunk’s ass with each stroke, pounding harder and harder against the young man’s prostate and sending his already heightened sexual need into unbearable overdrive. 

“So it would appear!” a second voice commented leeringly. Tor’s handsome head jerked back up to find Professor White kneeling right in front of him. 

“PROFESSOR!” Tor cried in shock, and a spark of hope lit in his heart. The professor would rescue him! 

“So, are you?” the ruggedly handsome professor asked with a wicked smirk, his warm, powerful hands rubbing the young stud’s big, bound balls. 

“Huh?” Tor asked with pleading eyes, confused by his teacher’s sudden presence. 

“Are… you... enjoying... what... is... happening... to... you?” The older man slowly, as if talking to a dimwit. 

“Ooooohhh!!” The big muscle man moaned as the icy fist stopped moving in and out of his debauched asshole, and now remained firmly wedged inside of him, feeling around with its ice cold fingers. 

“Ha, ha, ha, I’ll take that as a yes!” the professor chuckled. “Now look into the camera and tell us exactly what you’re feeling!” he ordered, smiling wickedly as he watched the blushing athlete’s handsome mouth work soundlessly. 

“I… I’m… feeling… he’s got his hand in my… my…” Tor tried to explain, but was both too aroused and too self-conscious to do more than babble. 

“Would you like to see me make him cum, my love?” Corbin purred, a soft, liquid, sexy voice that seemed out of place in this horrific tableau. 

“Of course! You know how I love watching a cock-less male orgasm!” Samuel answered with an evil grin. 

“You… you can hear him too?” Tor grunted, too surprised to understand what the ghost had said.  

“Just watch what happens when I squeeze his prostate gland from inside,” the ghost said. 

Tor knew that Corbin was going to hurt him, and that there was nothing he could do to stop him. Icy cold fingers found his sensitive prostate gland, and started to close into a fist around the tight knot of flesh. The big muscle giant could feel the mounting pressure as the ghost squeezed down. His balls starting to pulse and quiver as the phantom fingers squeezed. 

“Umm! Oooh! Unh! UNH! Ooh dear GOD!!” the big stud exclaimed, throwing his handsome blond head back and bucking in the chair. 

“That’s it… come on… make him squirt, my dearest one!” The Professor panted, clearly very excited by the action. His strong hands were going wild on the stud’s huge, sagging nuts, squeezing and smacking them around roughly, brutally. So hard that a lesser man’s balls would be breaking down under the terrific abuse, but sending the mighty Tor into even greater heights of pleasure. 

“I could never refuse you anything, Samuel,” the ghost cooed, suddenly closing his phantom hand so hard that Tor screamed from the instant pain. The brutal squeezing of Tor’s prostate had the desired effect, however, and all of the stored up cum in his giant nuts began to pulse from his groin. So powerful was his orgasm that, even without his cock, Tor’s massive load managed to shoot several feet from his empty crotch. Tor bellowed in agony and ecstasy as his pent up juices were finally released, rope after massive rope of cum flying from his crotch to spill all over the whirring gears of the chair and the floor below. 

The icy death grip would let up on the pressure for a moment, and then clamp viciously down again, which only served to heighten and prolong the orgasm. 

“UHHHN!!! AAHH!!! UUUUUUNNH!!! UUUH!!!” the big stud roared, bucking and plunging his hips up and down wildly with each massive jettison of his powerful seed, as a truly extraordinary amount of cum poured from his naked crotch. Even for the huge-balled Tor, it was a monstrously big load. 

His ghostly rapist continued relentlessly working his throbbing prostate gland until no matter how hard the phantom fist squeezed, no more cum would come out. 

“Ha ha ha!! It looks like I’ve finally drained this bull stud dry!” the ghostly rapist laughed as the professor continued to wring and twist the huge stud’s tortured and recently emptied horse nuts. 

“More than two dozen shots, Corbin! That may very well be the largest orgasm I have ever seen!!” exclaimed Samuel. This exclamation only served to double Tor’s shame, for he had not only been emasculated in front of his teacher, he had been forced to cum before him as well. The sight of Tor's handsome, blushing features only made the Professor laugh harder. 

“Looks like someone’s going to be a real ass slut without his cock!” the Professor snickered, kneading and squeezing the stud’s huge nuts and pulling even harder on his already overstretched scrotum. He neglectfully began toying with the loose bit of the leather thong that hung down a few inches below the trussed up bull balls, letting the end of the cord dangle dangerously close to the spinning gears below. As the Professor cruelly groped and mauled those huge trapped nuts in his big hands, he could feel the awesome strength and vitality still pulsing through them. These were mighty nuts built for long endurance, already starting to recharge with their next monster load, but they were now completely vulnerable and at the mercy of two madmen. 

“Samuel, lover...” the ghost said softly, almost lovingly, as the Professor held and pulled the two balls taut from the groaning young man’s denuded groin. “I want you to do the honors of finishing off these mighty balls!” 

“Why of course, my love…” the Professor replied. He locked his gaze with Tor’s horror filled eyes, and with a wicked grin, dropped the loose end of the leather cord into the chair’s spinning gears. Tor bellowed in terror and agony as the cord was instantly pulled into the gears, quickly yanking down on the young man’s already brutally overstretched balls. His screams suddenly became a high pitched shriek as his massive balls themselves began to be drawn into the metal teeth of the gears. 

Blood and small chunks of meaty man balls began to spray in a messy fountain from the chair, as the gears struggled to swallow the entirety of the two huge balls. So massive were Tor's fat nuggies that he almost choked the machine, and the Professor could hear the gears grinding for a moment as the machine was almost halted in mid-destruction of the young man’s awesome masculinity. At the same moment, Tor somehow reached orgasm again, mere minutes after shooting the largest load of his young life. A few powerful jets of cream shot from his naked groin, and then his already half-ruined balls were well and truly emptied. 

After a few stuttering moments, the gears finally won the day, and with a series of short jerks, the rest of Tor’s once proud and massive balls were drawn in to the whirring machine, where they were pulverized and shattered and ground to a pulp of broken ball meat. As the last of his titanic orbs were drawn in to their destruction, the young man’s thoroughly chewed and overstretched scrotum finally snapped in half, and the lower half was also drawn into the gears and destroyed. 

With a final wail of utter agony and loss, Tor lost consciousness, his massively muscular form slumping lifelessly in the chair, his massive chest, corrugated belly, and thunderous thighs painted with the gore of his ruined testicles. 

The machine ground to a stop, and both the Professor and Corbin laughed at the demise of yet another set of massive, masculine genitals. The Professor then got up and left the room while the ghost disappeared as well, for they both had other students to attend to…