Logan's story arc covers two chapters, so don't be disappointed that there's no real ball busting in this chapter. I'm just setting things up for some MAJOR nut bashing in Chapter 12... :)
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Haunted Mansion - Chapter 11
An original chapter written by Jayse, based on an overall story concept by Wyndfeld
Logan, the most handsome and hung of all the jocks, finally encounters Corbin in the gymnasium. Can the gorgeous jock hold out until dawn, or will his huge nuts be shattered as well, allowing Corbin to step through into the land of the living once more?
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Professor Samuel White held the candelabra before him as he stepped into the old Harper library, a vast room filled with thousands of dusty tomes covering almost every subject imaginable. The Professor had spent a fair amount of time himself in this room in recent years, both studying the tomes on spirits and the occult and visiting with the spirits himself.
Just as he was about to do now.
“Corbin, are you here?” Samuel softly called into the darkness, sweat beading on his handsome brow.
“Ssssamuel! How good of you to come!” a hoarse, sepulchral voice cooed from the dark.
“I am, as always, at your command. Have you enjoyed the young men I have brought to you as sacrifice?”
“You have outdone yourself, Samuel!” said the disembodied spirit with joy and appreciation. “This has been the finest selection of virile young males I have ever seen, each perfect and delectable in his own way. And that last one? Dave? Never before have I seen such overwhelming muscularity and masculinity in a man, or such a prodigious set of cock and balls! With superior man flesh such as this for me to feed on, I will be able to return to the corporeal world with greater power than I ever knew in life!”
“I am so pleased, Corbin!” the Professor responded, smiling into the darkness at the unseen speaker. “And if you have been so pleased by the first nine young men that I have offered to you, then the final offering should bring you even greater pleasure. The last young man’s name is Logan, and he is the most exquisite man I have ever seen in my life. He is the quarterback on the university’s football team, and even though he is only barely 18 years old, he surpasses Tor and even rivals massive Dave in sheer size and muscularity. Since he’s still so young, I fully expect that he will eclipse even Dave’s awesome muscular development in just a few short years… if give the chance, that is.”
Both the living man and the spectral one chuckle at the morbid humor.
“But Logan is not only extraordinarily handsome and phenomenally well built, he also possesses the most gigantic genitals I have ever seen, even greater than the colossal set that until so very recently had been possessed by the muscle giant, Dave. I have intentionally saved the very best of these young studs for last to help catapult your final transformation into our world.”
The malicious laugh in the chill air carried the ghost’s pleasure and amusement, and allowed the Professor to know that his work was truly appreciated. “You have done extremely well, Samuel, and I will be eternally grateful for all of you efforts. I look forward to having you by my side upon my triumphant return tonight to the land of the living. All I need is to complete one more sacrifice - claim one more set of young and virile balls - and my transformation will be complete!”
Professor White looked nervously at his watch and said, “We have a little more than three hours until dawn. I know that I needn’t remind you that, if you fail to collect the tenth and final set of nuts tonight, your soul will be damned to the underworld for all eternity. I suggest that we move on to the fitness room, where young Logan awaits your attention.”
“Do not worry so, young Samuel,” the spirit chuckled in amusement. “There has never been a set of balls that could stand up to my special attention. Logan’s balls, no matter how huge or powerful, will crumble like all those before him, and I will achieve the goal I have so long sought — immortality, eternal youth, and limitless power! Once I am reborn, nothing in this world will be able to stop me!”
The spirit drifted closer to Samuel and whispered in the handsome man’s ear, “And we shall rule together, you and I — grandfather and grandson!”
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Logan had been quietly doing his homework all night. The handsome football star had been assigned to Corbin’s old fitness and weight room, and after setting up the required cameras and monitoring devices and making sure that everything was recording smoothly, the studious young man had settled down to do some reading. He was taking an enormous course load — five classes to most students’ three — so he had a lot of work to do. Fortunately, Logan was a very strong student and more than capable of maintaining his straight-A average with so many classes. It just meant he couldn't waste his time sitting up all night waiting for a paranormal visitation that wasn’t going to happen.
The handsome young stud had gotten through three chapters of economics, two chapters of statistics, a physics assignment, and a chapter on tort law, and he realized that he needed a break. Logan was unaccustomed to staying up so late, and the lateness of the hour was making him unusually weary. He needed something to give him an energy boost and wake him up. And as he surveyed the contents of the fitness room, he knew just what he needed.
The exercise equipment crowding the large room was state of the art for its time. But while it looked antiquated now, there looked to be nothing wrong with the equipment, and after all, weight as weight. Logan felt sure he could get a serious pump and workout in this room, and give himself enough energy to get back to his studies and stay awake until dawn.
Logan looked down at what he was wearing, though, and realized that he needed to change his clothes a bit if he was going to get a serious workout. The jeans had to go, for one thing, and the baggy sweatshirt as well. Logan sat down at the end of one of the workout benches and took off his big sneakers, then stood back up, unbuckled his belt, and pushed down his blue jeans, stepping out of the pants before standing back up.
All of the young men who had been invited to the haunted mansion excursion where spectacularly handsome and well-formed men, all extremely athletic and muscular and in the prime of their lives. But none of the men, not even the massive moose Dave, could hold a candle to the titanic legs possessed by the 18-year-old quarterback. The young man’s legs were simply immense, twin towering columns of exquisitely formed muscle, bulging and flexing mightily with his slightest movement. The muscles of his enormous thighs were almost ridiculously etched and defined, deep valleys and crevices separating each mammoth muscle from the other. His goliath calves looked like someone had strapped a pair of footballs to the back of his shins, and then overinflated them to the brink of popping. Dave’s legs might have measured slightly larger in circumference than Logan’s, but none of the other jocks shared the degree of symmetry and definition possessed by the young football star.
Logan wore only a jockstrap beneath his baggy jeans, so his monumental ass was now fully exposed to the room as well. The young man’s herculean butt was formed of two enormous globes of dense muscle that were as deeply etched and defined as the rest of his legs, forming a massive shelf that jutted out dramatically from the small of his back and defied clothing makers everywhere. The young man had had enough embarrassing experiences with ripping pants over the years to know that everything he wore simply had to be baggy, and that even the spandex he wore on the gridiron wasn’t immune to tearing and sundering at an inopportune moment as it strained to contain that massive, majestic muscle ass.
But it was the front of that straining jockstrap that was truly spectacular. Logan had to have his jockstraps and underwear specially made to accommodate his enormously oversized goods. The manufacturing company that produced the undergarments thought at first that the special order was some kind of a prank, but when the young man sent in a naked photo showing himself from the waist down and clearly displaying the eye-popping size of his equipment, the company set right to work making the clothes without another word. In the end, the order became an engineering challenge, for mere cotton could not hope to contain and support the sheer massive weight of Logan’s huge junk, so the company’s design team had to use special reinforced materials and fabric blends to come up with undergarments that would be both comfortable and provide the support and security that the young man needed, both on and off the field.
Big Dave the Moose was also a massively hung man. But while it looked like someone had stuffed a football down the front of Dave’s shorts, in Logan’s case it looked like something the mass of a basketball was trying to burst out of his jockstrap. The thick tube of his huge cock was clearly visible through the straining material, the massive limp schlong so long that it curled back under itself so that the enormous head was tucked almost between the young man’s legs.
The only reason why that huge cock wasn’t tucked halfway up the young man’s muscular ass crack was the sheer extraordinary size of his balls. These were no ‘mere’ bull balls, as even the largest brahma stud bull never possessed a set of gonads as huge as these. Logan’s mighty balls were bigger than the largest and juiciest of grapefruits, two colossal spheres of man meat encased in an equally enormous scrotum. The titanic testicles looked to weigh a good ten pounds each, and combined with his monster cock, created the most extraordinary crotch bulge imaginable.
Throughout his teenage and now adult life, Logan made every effort to disguise his massive bulge as best he could, but there was only so much he could do to hide such a gigantic mound at the front of his pants. Particularly on the football playing field when he was forced to wear body-hugging spandex, Logan’s crotch bulge looked ridiculous and obscene, and the shy young man was still trying to get accustomed to the shouts and cat calls he frequently got both on and off the field. People had long been speculating that he wore an unusually massive and thick cup to give himself such a huge bulge, but only his fellow teammates knew that Logan actually went without any protection on the field, and that his crotch bulge in his uniform tights was 100 percent him. He had regretted his choice to play without crotch protection on more than one occasion — he’d experienced brutal tackles that gave new meaning to the term ‘sacked’ — but he couldn’t imagine the further teasing he would receive if he wore a cup as well. Heck, he would have to special order those as well, and didn’t know if he’d even be able to run with such a huge plastic device shoved down the front of his pants.
Logan sat back down on the bench, his hot, intensely muscular ass barely even denting as he sat down on the cold and hard plastic padding, and he put back on his big sneakers. He then grabbed either side of his sweatshirt and pulled it up and over his head, accidentally taking the t-shirt with it. He had originally planned on keeping his t-shirt on, but as it was coming off with the baggy sweatshirt, Logan decided it was probably for the best anyway. No sense in getting his t-shirt all sweaty and having to walk back home in a wet shirt in the cold November morning.
The young man had to struggle a bit to get the baggy clothing off of him, for his lat and shoulder muscles were so huge and so massively developed that the clothes got caught on the various muscular prominences and would not readily come off. Logan was used to that challenge as well, though, and after some squirming and tugging, got both the shirt and sweatshirt off of his body.
The upper body that was revealed to the large exercise room was every bit as mammoth and spectacular as his awesome legs and ass. Logan had the massive size and extraordinary definition of a competition-ready super heavyweight bodybuilder… and he was only 18 years old!! The young man’s proportions were almost unreal, from his yard-wide shoulders dense with huge muscles down to his tight, narrow, muscle-banded waist. His mighty chest was simply monumental, two truly enormous plates of muscle that were every bit of six inches thick with a dark gap in between that could have easily trapped a man’s hand. His chest was lightly dusted with the same dark golden blond hair that thickly topped his stunningly handsome head, adding to the young man’s already brutally intense masculinity.
The quarterback’s arms were particularly enormous, sturdily built from years of working out and throwing a football. Logan was equally adept at throwing with either arm, so both huge guns were swollen to mind-blowing proportions. On a dare, he’d allowed his teammates to measure his mighty and massive upper arms, which had measured 23.5 inches cold, only half an inch smaller than Dave’s monumental guns. Big Dave had clapped Logan on the shoulder when the two measurements had been read, and in his deep, good-natured voice told the younger guy not to fret and that he’d likely be surpassing even Dave’s huge size in no time.
Now that Logan was stripped down to his jockstrap, sneakers, and socks, he was ready to attack the weights. He’d decided that he didn’t want to focus on any one body part, and instead wanted to get an all-around workout, hitting each part of his body at least once.
He grabbed a pair of 150-pound free weights warm up with (he usually warmed up with heavier weights, but these were the heaviest dumbbells in the exercise room, so he had to make do), lay back on a bench, and did some pec flys, really stretching out his huge chest and pumping it up. After a few warm up sets, he then sat up and pressed the two weights directly overhead in a strict military press, warming up his massive shoulders for the workout to come. He then dropped one of the weights to the floor and did tricep extensions over his head, first one side then the other, making the enormous teardrop of his triceps explode with mass. Next it was on to bicep curls, picking up both weights again and pumping first one arm, then the other, over and over and over again, curling the massive dumbbells like they weighed almost nothing. Logan then stood back up and did alternating sets of lateral dumbbell raises and front dumbbell raises, hitting his goliath shoulders from two more angles and making them swell to even more gargantuan dimensions.
By the time Logan was done with all of his warm up sets, his colossally muscular, 325-pound jock body was pumped to even more astounding dimensions, and a thin sheet of sweat covered his entire body, making his muscles glisten and gleam. He racked the two 100-pound dumbbells and let out a big huff of breath. The huge stud was now ready to tackle some serious weight.
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The invisible ghost of Corbin hovered in the corner of the weight room for nearly an hour, astonished and mesmerized by the beauty and awesome might being displayed by his soon-to-be final victim. Samuel was right, he had indeed saved the very best for last! Young Logan was the living embodiment of hyper masculine perfection, a stunningly handsome example of muscularity and masculinity taken to the ultimate extreme.
If a ghost could faint, then Corbin Harper would likely have fainted when the mighty young stud peeled off his baggy clothing to reveal the most massively muscled and perfectly proportioned physique imaginable. And when the evil spirit saw the unbelievable size of the genitals bulging through the young man’s straining, oversized jockstrap, he could feel his own spectral penis give a mighty lurch. Oh yes, the emasculation and sacrifice of this gorgeous bull stud would give Corbin power beyond his wildest dreams.
Corbin knew that dawn was just over two hours away, and that the tenth sacrifice of the night — the 100th in his long career of emasculating young studs — would need to be completed by then in order for him to return to the mortal world and avoid eternal damnation. At the same time, however, he knew that if he wanted to, he could harvest those most massive of testicles in a matter of minutes, so he felt no need to rush things. On the contrary, this young muscle monster was giving the ghost one hell of a show, and the wicked and lust-filled spirit decided to hang back for now to simply watch.
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Logan spent more than an hour running his spectacular body through its paces, working each muscle group through at least a couple of exercises. He hardly even paused between sets and exercises, for his body was so fit and finely tuned that he needed virtually no time to recover before his next punishing set. Thus it was that he was able to get through twice as many exercises in that hour than could a typical athlete…and pushing around easily ten times the weight as well!
The herculean hunk started out with chest exercises, rotating through a series of incline, decline, and flat bench presses and hoisting incredible amounts of weight into the air. He loaded the barbell with 800 pounds of weight — again, he would have normally used more, but that was all that was available — and did each set cleanly, barely grunting with the effort. He moved directly to squats, using the same 800-pound barbell to grind out set after set, making his already enormous quads swell to ever greater dimensions. The young man dropped so low in his squats that his muscular ass was only a few inches off the floor, and his heavy, cotton-clad nut sac kissed the ground at the bottom of each repetition. After his fifth or sixth set of squats, Logan kept the barbell on his shoulders and started doing calf raises, lifting the massive weight in the air and making those football-shaped muscles bulge all huge and beastly.
Logan then bent forward at the waist and began doing bent over rows, pulling the 800-pound barbell explosively up and into the solid wall of his muscular guts on every upward motion, and then slowly releasing the barbell downward almost to the floor. The young man’s back visibly swelled larger and thicker with each set until it was nearly bursting with massive muscles.
The young hulk dropped the barbell back into its cradle with a loud ‘CLANG!’ and then set about removing half the plates. He then lifted up the barbell again and started doing sets of punishing bicep curls, making his huge arms explode with engorged muscle. He got in a good five or six sets before lying back down on the bench and using the same 400-pound barbell to pump out overhead tricep extensions, making his arms swell to gargantuan proportions. His pumped up guns now well exceeded even Dave’s monumental 24-inch measurement, and the gorgeous young stud was clearly still just getting started.
Logan finally put the barbell down for the last time, putting all the plates back on the rack before lying back down on the bench. He then hooked his sneakered feet under a sturdy metal bar at one end of the bench and started doing crunches. The young man’s belly muscles bulged and clenched dramatically at the top of each motion, and then stretched out into a flat, corrugated valley each time he lay back down. Even more impressively, though, his underwear-clad crotch would mound even bigger at the top of each crunch, the compression of his abdomen and his goliath thighs causing the huge bulge to squeeze upward in order to avoid being crushed between all of that sweaty, swollen muscle. Logan pumped out 500 crunches in under 5 minutes, rested for about 15 seconds, and then hammered out a second set of 500. Sweat was now running off of his gorgeous body in rivers, and the thick hair of his armpits was clearly soaked and matted.
The gorgeous young hulk was huffing and breathing heavily as he finished his final set of crunches. Logan was feeling really energized and pumped, but he wanted to get in a few more exercises before he returned to his studies. There was an old cable machine near the center of the room, and even though it maxed out at ‘only’ 400 pounds on its weight stack, Logan decided that he could use that machine to punch out a few more back exercises. The sweaty young muscle stud sat down heavily on the cable bench, his naked and sweaty muscle ass making a wet squelching sound as it hit the plastic bench. He then set the pin to the full 400 pounds and began to do cable rows, pulling the handles all the way to his muscular belly and really squeezing his back and rear deltoid muscles before letting the weight slowly return to earth. He punched out a good four or five sets of 20 reps each, and then stood up and straddled the bench to do an equal number of lat pull downs, making his huge wings of muscle swell and spread out like a pair of barnyard doors. The plastic surface of the bench was awash with the young man’s powerful sweat by the time he finished his fifth set, and his muscles were swollen to unimaginable proportions.
But he still had one exercise to go.
Logan sat down once again on the bench, reached up for the overhead cable bar, and started doing some wide-set cable pull downs, once again focusing on his back and lats. The young man’s form was once again perfect as he pumped out each set, making his back swell larger still. He was really feeling the pump, and was surprised that he was getting such a great workout with such an old set of exercise equipment. Logan decided that he might have to do some more late night/early morning training in the future…
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Corbin Harper watched the gorgeous muscle stud going through his paces for an entire hour, all but drooling with desire for this most awesome specimen of man. The lust-crazed ghost could finally take no more, and as Logan prepared to finish his final set of cable pull downs, the evil spirit rushed into the room and made his move. Corbin was flushed with the sexual energies he had drained from the first nine young bull studs, and he’d never felt more powerful as he surged forward to attack his tenth and most magnificent victim.
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17… 18… 19… 20!
Logan let the 400 pounds of weight slowly return toward the ground, feeling the stretch in his swollen and sweating back and shoulder muscles. He held the overhead cable bar with both big hands, letting the weights hover just a few inches above their resting place, holding the stretch for a good long while. Man, that had really been an invigorating work out!
Suddenly, the temperature plummeted. A chill ran up Logan’s sweat-drenched body, and his thick nipples instantly hardened to big nubs. It all happened so quickly that the young man was confused and didn’t have time to react. Not that there would have been much he could have done anyway.
Logan felt something wrapping around both of his wrists, and looked up in surprise to see two heavy weightlifting straps spinning around both of his muscular wrists and binding him to the overhead bar. There was nothing visible holding the straps — they appeared to be moving all on their own! He began to pull at the heavy nylon straps with all of his might, but it was already too late; he was held fast and his wrists were now essentially one with the bar.
While Logan was trying to make sense of what was happening to his wrists, a second set of heavy straps were even then wrapping around both of his ankles, pulling his massive legs forward and binding him to the thick metal frame holding the weight stack. Within moments, Logan’s powerful legs were as secured and neutralized as his enormously muscular arms. The young man was now bound spread eagled in a slightly reclining position, leaning back at an approximately 30 degree angle, with the huge pouch of his overfilled jockstrap resting heavily on the sweat-soaked bench. The handsome young man thrashed and fought against his bonds with all of his extraordinary might, but he could not break free.
The young man’s heart began to thunder in his massive chest as he realized what was happening — the ghost of Corbin Harper not only existed, but it was materializing right now and getting ready to claim its latest victim! Logan began to panic, knowing that he was now in mortal danger.
A pair of large scissors started floating toward the bound muscle man, and Logan could only stare in horror as the levitating scissors opened wide and made several threatening cutting motions as it drew nearer. The blades made a beeline right toward the young man’s crotch, and the jock was certain that the scissors were meant to lop his gigantic meat off. But instead the blades pulled up next to Logan’s muscular right hip, slipped gently behind the waistband of his jockstrap, and then deftly cut right through the reinforced material. Unable to contain its heavy load any longer, the pouch of the jockstrap fell forward, allowing Logan’s genitals to tumble out onto the weight bench and into full view.
Logan’s sweaty junk looked absolutely enormous flopped out on top of the plastic bench. The young man felt a tugging underneath him, and watched in fascinated horror as the sundered jockstrap was pulled out from underneath his colossal bulk and then idly discarded off to one side. The tugging action pulled his genitals forward so that his massive elephantine balls were resting a good four or five inches in front of his crotch, just an inch or two from the edge of the bench. Logan’s gargantuan, foot-long limp cock was draped heavily over his balls and pointing toward the weight stack, the enormous, foreskin-covered head dangling over the lip of the bench in front of his behemoth balls.
Invisible fingers as cold as death gently lifted the flaccid horse cock upwards, almost reverently cradling this most enormous of cocks in their icy grasp. Logan shuddered, both in fear and at the chilling cold, as the ghostly fingers began to stroke and fondle the enormous log of man meat, slowly coaxing it to hardness. Logan’s virility was too powerful for him to resist the ghost’s ministrations for long, and the young man’s mighty truncheon was soon swelling toward hardness. The mighty cock grew longer and thicker and larger and fatter, bloating inch by inch until it reached its full eye-popping size. Even the evil ghost seemed to pause for a moment once Logan’s humongous whale cock locked in at full vertical tumescence, for jutting proudly from the young man’s muscular crotch was what had to be the greatest, most enormous stud cock of all time.
The football jock’s titanic penis measured a full 16.5 inches from colossal root to apple-sized head, and measured a whopping 13.5 inches around at its thickest point, which was just behind the swollen glans. It was the most enormous masterpiece of masculinity that the world had ever seen. As the huge bull cock gave a few powerful throbs, it reared back like some sort of angry beast, striking Logan in the center of his mammoth chest with a series of beefy slaps, the massive cock head almost burying itself in the deep valley between those two monumental plates of muscle.
With his humongous cock erect and out of the way, there was now a clear view of Logan’s heroic balls. The twin testicles were so monstrous and grotesquely oversized as to be obscene, the mighty gonads swollen and bloated far larger than anything that belonged on a mortal man. Yet they were also somehow perfectly fitting for a stud of Logan’s unprecedented proportions, and were clearly the source of the young man’s overwhelming masculinity.
The scrotum containing those two massive orbs was so huge that it could have doubled as a woman’s purse, the enormous sac large enough to contain both fist-sized balls and still be baggy and loose enough to hang nearly half a foot from the muscular and hairy crotch. Even though the handsome stud was barely 18 years old, the sheer phenomenal weight of his titanic testicles had already produced an extraordinary stretch to his thick scrotum, and no doubt those colossal bull balls would hang even lower as the young man got older.
Or they would have, if the young man had not run afoul of Corbin Harper’s vengeful ghost.
Logan felt the icy fingers leave his quivering cock and then encircle the thick neck of his goliath nuts, gently lifting them up into the air as if to measure their great weight and heft, and rolling the hairy orbs back and forth in their voluminous sac. The ghost seemed utterly fascinated with the huge orbs, and spent several long minutes just exploring the massive baby makers.
The young man felt his balls slowly being lowered to the bench, but his heart leapt once more in his chest as he saw various articles starting to float in the air towards him. Logan knew he was about to experience a world of serious hurt…
This is going to be a good one 3:)
ReplyDeleteHowever I kinda hope he gets away intact, bruised and damaged but intact.
I guess time will tell :P
Thanks so much for the vote of confidence! :) And yes, I am particularly fond of the upcoming chapter. But I'm not going to spoil anything by revealing how it ends. :D
DeleteLogan's balls must go! He is the the stud of studs! Not saying that there can't be suprises thought...well, we shall know soon.
ReplyDeleteI totally agree - Logan is the stud to end all studs! I've uploaded the remaining chapters in the series, splitting up Chapter 12 into FIVE smaller sections and scheduling them to post one a day for the next 6 days. And I promise that you'll get more ball-busting action in these posts than in ANY of the previous chapters! :)
DeleteFun. I was wondering if the weight machine would return, and you certainly didn't disappoint. Nice to see Corbin is a firm believer in family togetherness. Something all to often lost in this past paced age.
ReplyDeleteWill the super stud Logan manage to escape Corbin's clutches? Or will the diabolical ghost claim his greatest hunk ever?
If anyone is tough enough to survive Corbin's brutal attentions, it's handsome hunk Logan. But can anyone, even this hulking stud of a quarterback, hope to survive an encounter with such a bloodthirsty, ball-busting ghost???
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