Army Prisoner - Jayse Version

This rewrite is one of my earlier efforts at creating an epic ball-busting tale. I've revisited it several times to tweak it here and there, but every time I do, I seem to add 3 or 4 pages to the length! So I'm going to stop now and post this story for you all to enjoy. :)

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Army Prisoner

Based on an original story by John Burton

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The nations of Kharasia and Caramon had been at war for many years. The Kharasians were an imperialistic and warlike people bent on conquering the world. Caramon was a much less populous nation that respected peace, but its people were mighty and fearless in the defense of their land. Despite Kharasia’s overwhelmingly superior numbers, the two countries were almost evenly matched, as the people of Caramon were as large and powerfully built as they were fearless and brave. And so it was that for many years, there was no victory in sight for either side, and the brave Caramonians thwarted all Kharasian efforts at expansion into their small nation. 

The imperialistic Kharasians had already defeated numerous countries, more than quadrupling the warlike nation’s size and enslaving the conquered peoples of those countries in a harsh and cruel manner. Kharasia had initially set its sights on Caramon with the goal of simply amassing even more wealth and slaves and adding more territory to the imperial map, but Caramon had put up an unexpectedly fierce and effective defense. Now Kharasia wanted to conquer Caramon purely out of principle and spite, refusing to let such a small, upstart nation show that the mighty Kharasians were anything less than invincible. 

The Kharasian people were themselves of only average size and build, and tended toward dark hair and dusky, hairless skin. They were not particularly renowned for their own skill at arms or physical prowess, but what they may have lacked in size and speed, they more than made up for with their intelligence and cunning. The Kharasians had conquered their first few nations using assassination, political intrigue, and subterfuge, and once they had built up a substantial enough army of eunuch slave soldiers, they were able to begin overrunning additional neighbors through superior military numbers alone. 

The Caramon people, in contrast, were a tall and noble-looking race, and were far larger and more muscular than the Kharasians, or almost any other people for that matter. Hair and eye color varied widely among the Caramon people, but they tended toward fair skin, and most men had a significant amount of body hair. Before Kharasia had begun its military expansion and peace had reigned throughout the region, the Caramonians won at nearly all multinational sporting events, particularly those events that depended on size, strength, and speed. This clear physical superiority had long earned the jealousy and enmity of the Kharasian people, who believed themselves to be superior to all other peoples…and were deeply offended when another race proved that belief incorrect.  

Though the Caramonian soldiers were far stronger and better trained than their Kharasian slave soldier counterparts, the Kharasian slave army outnumbered the Caramonians more than 100 to 1. So despite the famous and much celebrated Caramonian strength and bravery, it was clear that Caramon could only hold out for so long before it was overrun by its numerically superior foe… 

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Kharasia was infamous for many reasons, and not the least of which was how the Kharasians used the women of conquered nations as sex slaves and breeding thralls. These unfortunate women were often treated badly. The elderly were killed outright as the Kharasians had no use for them, but the women of child bearing age usually became nothing more than slave breeding stock. 

The males of conquered nations fared even worse, however. All adult men were castrated to keep them under control, as this made them more submissive slaves and also prevented them from performing any unauthorized mating with the slave females. Captured young boys were selected into two grades. Those that showed promise and looked like they would grow into big and handsome men were kept separate and allowed to grow to maturity. The other young boys were castrated like the rest of the adult males and used as general slaves, or sometimes for sex if they looked appealing to their captives. 

The biggest of the young slave boys were allowed to reach the age of 18, and then they were further selected into one of three categories. The ones who were considered the best looking, most physically fit, and possessed the largest penises were castrated and used for sex. It was against the Kharasians religion to have sex with a man, under penalty of a painful death; however, they considered a neutered man as less than a complete man, and therefore it was quite acceptable and even encouraged to have sex with eunuchs. These men only had their balls removed, and the penis was allowed to remain. The other young men who didn’t meet these high criteria had ALL of their genitals removed, and were used to swell the ranks of the vast Kharasian eunuch slave armies. 

A third category of young slave males also existed. This was a very small category indeed, for it included the absolute finest males that these conquered nations could produce. Only the young men who possessed the biggest, most muscular bodies, the most stunningly handsome features, and the most prodigious and virile genitalia were allowed to be kept intact, and these precious few males were used as the stud bulls in the Kharasian slave breeding program. There were never more than a few score of these breeding males kept at any one time, for fear that these physically powerful men might rise up in revolt. And when they reached their prime — usually in their mid to late 30’s — they were often replaced by one or two of the most gifted from among their thousands of sons. The sire was then fully emasculated, his massive cock and balls stuffed and mounted in a place of honor in the breeding pens, and his son would then take over his breeding duties. All of the sire’s remaining male children were then castrated as well, and a new generation of breeding would begin. 

Members of all the surrounding nations and conquered peoples were represented in the Kharasian breeding program save one — the Caramonians. The Caramonian males were deemed too dangerous to be added to the slave breed pens; they were simply too big, too strong, too powerful…and if the Kharasians could ever find a way to be completely honest with themselves, they also found the Caramonian males to be too handsome, too overwhelmingly masculine, and too enormously hung. 

Thus it was that any and all Caramonian males captured in battle, from the youngest babe to the eldest man, were summarily castrated by the vindictive and jealous Kharasians. 

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After many, many years of fighting, it eventually came to pass that, after its slave army suffered nearly catastrophic losses as the hands of the brave and courageous Caramonians, the Kharasian army eventually overwhelmed the Caramonians by sheer force of numbers. In the process, the Kharasians managed to capture over 30,000 Caramonian soldiers. Normally, the Caramonian men would fight to the death rather than be captured, particularly by the notoriously evil and cruel Kharasians, for the fate of prisoners of war was well known. But the Kharasians overwhelmed the opposing army by such a huge force of numbers that many Caramonians were caught by surprise, and thus were captured instead of killed. 

The unexpectedly large number of captive soldiers presented a huge problem to the Kharasian army, as they had never caught so many male prisoners at one time. A council of army officials was set up to find a solution, as it was forbidden for them to bring back captives to Kharasia who were not yet castrated. The considerations ranged from killing the prisoners outright, to processing the males in small groups and sending them piecemeal back to Kharasia. Major Goran, an experienced surgeon assigned to the Kharasian Light Cavalry, proposed what was ultimately accepted as the final solution:  a castration assembly line was to be set up in a large, dedicated building, and the prisoners would be kept alive, castrated, and then shipped back to Kharasia en masse as slaves. 

Goran also designed the facility, which consisted of several huge holding pens where both the intact and the castrated prisoners would be kept, and one large, central building where the castrations would actually take place. Large underground passageways would connect to the central building, minimizing the prisoners’ ability to revolt or otherwise resist. Goran would personally oversee the castrations, performing many of the castrations himself, and training other soldiers on how to do it efficiently. 

Goran had a special type of immobilization device constructed onto which the naked prisoner would be strapped and held completely immobile. The device resembled a blend  between a large upright ‘X’ and an upright chair, and was affixed to a type of conveyor belt so that the prisoner could be pushed along from the preparation area, through the castration area, and finally on to the recovery area where he would be released from the device, which would be then returned for the use of the next prisoner. This assembly line would allow efficient processing of the prisoners though the system. 

From the holding area, prisoners would be selected, stripped of their clothing, and strapped into a waiting immobilization device. The entire apparatus was made of forged steel and the wrist and ankle restraints from extremely thick and tough cured leather, more than strong enough to hold even the biggest Caramonian soldier in place. The device had a very small seat, more of a narrow shelf really, so small it hardly covered the muscular buttocks of the prisoner, and therefore made movement quite painful. The prisoner could only minimize the pain by standing still and not struggling. The prisoner’s legs were tied to the lower ends of the ‘X’, while his arms were raised above his head and tied to the upper ends of the ‘X’, thus immobilizing the prisoner in a spread-eagled position. This position allowed Goran and his team complete and uncomplicated access to the prisoner’s genitalia, allowing them to hang free from the prisoner’s groin. A thick horizontal rod ran behind the prisoner’s head and was used to keep the man’s head immobilized as well, which basically eliminated the prisoner’s ability to head butt or bite any of the soldiers, and made the prisoner feel that much more helpless and vulnerable. 

Once the prisoner was adequately prepared and strapped to the immobilization device, the device would be transferred down the conveyor belt to the castration building, where Goran and his team would be eagerly awaiting his arrival. 

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When the construction was hastily finished, four exceptionally large and strong Kharasian soldiers were assigned to select, prepare, and fit each prisoner to a chair. Once the prisoner was ready, another soldier would slide the prisoner to the central area, where Major Goran would be waiting for them. They needed 12 soldiers in all, as it took three teams to prepare the prisoners fast enough to keep the central area busy. 

In the first few days while the team was figuring out the best and most efficient castration process, Goran performed all of the castrations personally, with 12 additional team members and surgeons watching to learn the perfected technique. Goran wanted as few deaths as possible, both because he hated to see the needless death of another human being, and because each surviving castrated prisoner would mean greater glory for Kharasia as they would be added as slaves to the nation’s great army. 

The whole process of slave preparation and castration took about 5 to 10 minutes, and Goran calculated that once they got their system up and running with a dozen castration teams working at one time, each supported by a trio of preparation rooms, they could perform a total of about 100 castrations an hour, or about 1,000 prisoners per day. Major Goran knew it would take over a month to castrate the whole lot at that rate, but no faster method could as yet be devised. 

Goran watched the soldiers doing their work over the next days and was very satisfied with their work. His only concern was that many of the prisoners were particularly hairy and/or had exceedingly large balls. The Caramon people were very big physically, and nearly all had very large genitals, much larger than those of his own people. The Kharasians were envious of the physical size of the Caramon, who sometimes towered over them, but what tended to upset them even more was the sheer size of their sex organs, which made many a Kharasian soldier extremely jealous. Goran was well aware that his soldiers really enjoyed their job castrating Caramonian males for this very reason, and there was no shortage of Kharasian soldiers who were ready and willing to join in the castrator’s ranks. 

But some of the Caramonian males were extraordinarily hugely hung even for their own kind, spectacularly so, and these men posed a problem for the castration assembly line. Goran decided to tackle the problem of the hairiest of the prisoners first, but knew that he would have to revisit the unusually well hung ones as well. 

Over the next few days, Goran took aside any of the Caramon males who had particularly huge balls or who were very hairy and worked on them himself. He was aware that hair was not good for wounds, as the wounds on the hairier men would often become infected, making the prisoner very sick or even killing him. He knew he had to find a way to get around this problem. 

Goran started working first on the hairy males. He found that fully shaving their genitals was the best and safest method, but it took much too long, while burning the hair off caused too much damage to the prisoner. He finally settled on assigning a special squadron of soldiers whose job it was to inspect the prisoners. If they judged the prisoner’s groin to be excessively hairy, they would take the prisoner aside and shave the prisoner’s groin. Once Goran implemented this process, it proved to work very well, and the team was able to get back to the figure of castrating about 1,000 prisoners a day. 

The prisoners with the exceptionally huge balls had been collecting while Goran worked out his technique for the hairy ones. Once he was satisfied with the techniques being used on the hairy prisoners, Goran had the first unusually big-balled prisoner brought out and placed in front of him. This prisoner was particularly hairy, too, so Goran shaved the prisoner’s more-than-ample genitals, leaving the two extremely huge balls hanging low and smooth between the prisoner’s powerfully muscular legs. Goran felt the balls and the thick cords leading to them, astonished as always by the massive size of the Caramonian male’s nuts. This prisoner had balls the size of very large lemons, and the cords and sperm ducts leading to them were similarly oversized. The cords were too thick to cut, Goran thought, as there would be too much bleeding and could result in the prisoner’s death. 

Then he remembered seeing a man who had his balls pinched off accidentally when falling off of a horse. Inspired by that memory, Goran took two strips of leather, and threaded one through the other so that it could be pulled tight. He placed this arrangement around the neck of the prisoner’s low-hanging balls and pulled it tightly shut. The prisoner grunted in pain and his balls turned blue as the life began to be choked out of the huge organs, and the prisoner eventually passed out with the pain. But his huge balls were not pinched off as Goran had intended. This will not work, thought Goran as he untied his leather tool and let the blood flow return to the mottled purple and red orbs, which quickly returned to their healthy pink color. 

As he put the tool aside, Goran noticed a piece of wood lying on the floor with one end split open. He picked it up and worked the split between his fingers, and had a bright idea. He got a knife and carefully opened up the prisoner’s ball sack, making a long vertical slice in the scrotum to reveal the two huge, grayish-white balls within. Goran opened the split in the wood and slipped the extremely thick cords to one of the prisoner’s balls into the slit. Goran then closed the split between his fingers, squeezing hard to cut through the unusually tough cords, and the prisoner’s massive ball dropped heavily onto the floor with a wet beefy SPLAT!, accompanied by a scream of pain from the prisoner. There was some blood, but Goran was delighted at how little bleeding occurred due to the effect of the wooden tool pinching off the blood flow. He slipped the cords to the other massive ball into the slit, closed it hard, and the other ball dropped to the floor to join its brother. A delighted Goran knew he had found the solution, and he decided that his new tool would be used only for special cases, like prisoners with exceptionally huge balls. 

The castrations continued at a swift pace, and after ten days of constant work, Goran and his men had already succeeded in castrating a third of the captured Caramonian army. General Vasek, Goran’s superior, was very pleased, and Goran had several more soldiers assigned to the task to further speed up the process. The soldiers liked being given these jobs, as they delighted in seeing Caramon losing their fabled masculinity. 

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A few days later, Goran was busy working on castrating more of the hugely-hung prisoners when an unusually handsome and particularly massive prisoner was wheeled in. The dark-haired stud was a giant even among the Caramonians, standing at least 6 feet, 6 inches tall and weighing more than 400 monstrous pounds of rock hard muscle. There wasn’t an ounce of fat to mar this stunning man’s utterly exquisite physique, and every massive muscle of the young man’s mighty body stood out in amazing relief. With his gargantuan limbs spread open wide and his magnificent chest straining against his bonds, this extraordinary male looked positively enormous, like some sort of demigod out of legend. 

Goran’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sheer size of the man, and he was obviously one of the biggest and strongest men in the Caramonian army, or any other army for that matter. The young male’s face was extremely masculine and handsome, with an almost comically powerful jaw, strong nose and cheekbones, and brilliant blue eyes. The man wore his dark hair cropped short, and clearly used to be clean-shaven, but was now sporting about two weeks of dark stubble. Goran could not help admiring the huge and breathtakingly handsome man, a perfect model of masculinity and raw power, and someone the Major would have liked to have known as a friend if he was not of Caramon. 

But perhaps most impressive of all was the fact that, despite his extraordinary size and super human muscular development, the prisoner appeared to be relatively young, no more than 19 or 20 years old. How extraordinary to have achieved such stunning and awesome muscular size at such a tender young age! Major Goran thought what a shame it was going to be to destroy such a paragon of masculinity, particularly when the massive stud was barely more than a boy. The surgeon shuddered to think of how monstrously enormous this young man could have eventually become in another 5 or 10 years. 

The gigantic man was also extremely hairy, with thick, dark, curly hair dusting his mammoth chest, chiseled midsection, cannon ball sized shoulders, mighty biceps, huge forearms, and gigantic thighs and calves. Even thicker thatches of hair sprouted from the man’s deep armpits and from his extraordinarily hairy groin. But even that amazingly thick and lush bush of pubic hair could not begin to hide the truly heroically oversized genitals hanging between the young man’s massively muscular thighs. 

Even other Caramonians must have been jealous of the mammoth-sized endowment possessed by this huge muscle man. The young man’s cock looked almost like another limb, an awesomely thick column of man flesh at least 12 inches long even in its current completely limp condition, and topped by a glans nearly the size of an apple and covered with a thick foreskin. Even flaccid, the lad’s colossal horse cock was bigger than nearly every other cock the Major had ever seen. Goran’s own cock gave a powerful twitch as he imagined what that cock might look like when erect. 

But even more amazing (if that was possible) was what dangled from beneath that almighty phallus. The young prisoner’s balls were so monstrously oversized as to defy belief. Each gargantuan bull nut was larger than the largest and juiciest of ripe grapefruit, looking more like the huge, woody coconuts that were shipped to Kharasia from the conquered southern lands. No doubt due to their great size and weight, the young muscle stud’s huge and heavy balls had produced the greatest natural dangle Goran had ever seen, the humongous balls hanging a full 6 inches from the stout base of his thick, flaccid cock. So huge and thick were the twin bull balls that, despite the great length of the young stud’s massive penis, the awesome girth of the titanic testicles extended even farther down. The entire voluminous, baggy scrotum was absolutely coated in thick and coarse dark hair. The overall sight of this most extraordinary and gifted young male was intensely and overwhelmingly masculine and erotic. 

‘I am going to keep this one for myself as a sex slave,’ Goran mused to himself. ‘I’ve never seen his life before! A few months after his castration, he will be as quiet as a lamb, and I will be able to do what I like with him.’ 

One of the soldiers who wheeled in the prisoner told Major Goran that this particular prisoner was legendary among both the Kharasian and Caramonian armies for his great strength and ferocity in battle. The prisoner’s name was Torc Bonecrusher, and he had earned that last name during this most recent battle. Apparently, the huge man had lost his sword during the fray, but he continued fighting undeterred using only his bare hands. It was said that he crushed the skulls of nearly a dozen Kharasian slave soldiers before he was finally subdued by an entire battalion of men. 

And apparently the will to fight had not yet left the young man, as it had taken eight large soldiers just to restrain the prisoner enough to fix him to the immobilization device. Even now, the prisoner’s will was undaunted, for he continued to struggle mightily in his bindings despite the great pain that must be causing him. All the young man’s struggles were in vain, of course, but Goran couldn’t help but admire the way the man’s absolutely enormous muscles bulged and strained as he fought mightily against his iron and leather restraints. 

Goran dismissed the soldiers and other attendants and came forward to study the prisoner more carefully. After several long minutes of just gaping at this extraordinary prisoner in open mouthed awe, Goran finally reached out his trembling hands to grasp the prisoner’s two huge balls. Such was their great size that Goran had to use both hands, with one hand cradling each massive nut, and still his hands were filled beyond overflowing. The young man’s balls were indeed colossal, bigger than any balls Goran had seen on man or beast, and he imagined that he could feel the raw power that coursed and surged through both of those gigantic orbs. 

As he felt the massive nuts, Goran determined that they were well formed and extremely firm. Unnaturally so, in fact. He gave the huge balls a few test squeezes, and was amazed to discover that the great orbs would barely deform in his hands. Goran realized that the huge, heavy nuts were so astoundingly dense with ball meat that they were nearly solid as rocks. Goran inspected the rest of the hairy scrotum, and was not surprised to discover that the ball cords leading down to these twin mammoth bull nuts were also extremely thick and tough, and felt like thick cords of steel through the delicate scrotal skin. Goran had never before seen or felt balls like this on any man, and his excitement only grew. 

Much to Goran’s surprise, as he felt and fondled the prisoner’s humongous balls, the prisoner’s massive penis began to twitch and swell and grow erect. Goran was taken aback by this, as it had not happened before with any of the hundreds of Caramonians he had personally castrated, so he kept gently feeling and kneading the prisoner’s balls and the cords leading to them, watching the young man’s cock grow larger and larger and larger still. As the prisoner’s massive dick became more and more erect, it began to steadily crank skyward, gaining equally in thickness as well as in length. In less than a dozen heartbeats, the hairy hunk’s colossal cock had reached its full length of an utterly unbelievable 18 inches and had grown as thick as a war club. The great male organ pointed proudly and defiantly heavenward, the mighty head nestled between the titanic muscular plates of the man’s extremely hairy chest. As Goran watched in stunned awe, a clear drop of slick precum began to ooze from swollen the tip. 

Goran found himself growing even more excited, and he could not help himself from continuing to feel and massage the prisoner’s extraordinary bull balls. The gigantic young man began to groan in unwilling pleasure, his deep baritone voice indicating that he was greatly enjoying having his gargantuan balls gently worked over. Gradually the prisoner became more and more tense, his enormous muscles bulging and flexing even larger still as he fought valiantly against the growing pleasure spilling from his massive loins. But in only a short time, Torc’s gigantic elephant balls began to crank upward toward his hairy groin, and Goran knew that the young man was almost there. The Major excitedly increased the pace and intensity of his testicular massage, hoping to push this magnificent young muscle man over the edge, and to see if the man’s cum load would prove to be as massive and oversized as the rest of him. 

The aghast and stunned Major was most certainly not disappointed by the hyper masculine display that soon followed. 

Suddenly, the young man’s entire body tensed as if a lightning bolt had run through him, his magnificently muscular body arching backwards as a mighty bellow was torn from his powerful lungs. Torc’s monstrous whale cock swelled larger STILL, gaining nearly an inch in length and plumping up so thick and fat that Goran thought for sure the man’s dick would split wide open. Moments later, Torc’s behemoth bull balls gave a powerful contraction in the Major’s hands, and a gigantic rope of semen spurted out of his massive cock with a force and power almost beyond imagining, jetting a good 4 or 5 feet nearly straight up in the air. The impossibly thick and lush ribbon of spunk had to be at least 5 or 6 feet long, an unbroken river of pure male essence. The great gout of cum was nearly as thick as a man’s finger, and almost blindingly white due to its incredible concentration of the man’s potent and powerful sperm. Major Goran’s jaw literally dropped open at the spectacular sight; he estimated that that single almighty blast of cum contained more splooge than any normal man could produce after a full MONTH of continuous milking! 

As that first monumental spray of cum splashed down heavily onto Torc’s massive, heaving chest and rippling, cobblestone abs, it was very quickly followed by a second, equally earth-shattering eruption of man milk, and then another, and then another, and then another and another and another and another. Spurt after spurt after humongous spurt of stud semen shot our of Torc’s thundering cock cannon like some sort of gigantic spitting snake, quickly completely coating the handsome young man’s enormously muscular torso with an incredibly thick layer of his own hot ball goo. 

Yet the mighty stallion’s freakishly massive load was just getting started! 

Major Goran lost count of how many slugs of cum Torc blasted out after the first score or so, and could only watch utterly mesmerized as the purging of the young man’s super human loins continued. Goran kept right on massaging Torc’s monumental testicles throughout the fantastic display, barely even noticing that his own hands and forearms had also been coated in the man’s pearlescent spew. The Major’s own straining cock was spontaneously pumping out its own urgent load right into the man’s pants, but Goran barely noticed that either, so intent was he on watching this mountain of muscles blast out the most colossal orgasm the world had ever seen. 

Torc’s bellows and growls of defiance and lustful release echoed throughout the room, his bucking and heaving body looking like it could actually break free from the heavy restraints holding him captive. Goran had several long moments of fear, but the device’s thick bindings held, and as Torc’s mind-blowingly enormous orgasm finally began to ebb, the overwhelmed Major found he could breathe again. 

The sight now displayed before the stunned Major was the most erotic and beautiful mess he knew he’d ever see in his life. The entire front of Torc’s magnificent body was drenched in his fantastically copious ball spew, and thick ropes and streamers of the stuff were hanging and dripping from his body and from the huge steel ‘X’ of the immobilization device as well. Only then did Goran consciously notice that his own hands and forearms were also absolutely coated in the slick and sticky stuff. As he slowly withdrew his hands from around the prisoner’s colossal balls, dozens of thick ribbons of goo kept the two men connected to each other. 

As the Major looked down at his sperm-drenched hands, he was dumbfounded by how incredibly THICK the man’s cum was. The hot and smelly goo had the consistency of a really thick pudding, so thick and clotted with sperm that it appeared chunky and nearly solid. When Goran realized how unnaturally thick the man’s cum was, he became even more profoundly impressed at how powerfully the stuff had been shot out of Torc’s massive cock. The force that must have been required to shoot such thick and chunky goo 4 or 5 feet straight up into the air simply boggled Goran’s already overwhelmed mind. 

The young bull stud’s monstrous erection had not gone down in the slightest after he’d shot his gargantuan load, so Goran resumed his firm grip on the prisoner’s huge balls and continued massaging them, wondering if he could coax another load out of the man’s powerhouse nuts. Once again, Goran was not to be disappointed, as within minutes of his first orgasm, young Torc climaxed again, shooting out even more titanic spurts of ultra thick semen. 

The young bull’s second load proved to be just as massive and magnificent as the first, and now his mammoth chest and chiseled muscle belly where truly covered in semen. Goran again lost count of how many bountiful blasts of cum had erupted from Torc’s gigantic moose dick, but he estimated that there must have been between 40 and 50 jaw-dropping salvos of splooge ejected during the young demigod’s second orgasm!  

Goran was astounded at the sheer quantity of sperm produced in the two titanic orgasms, and how quickly the prisoner had cum a second time. The first orgasm produced more sperm than a normal man could produce in a lifetime, and yet in minutes the young man had cum a second time with just as much ferocity and volume and power as the first orgasm! Goran was stunned and truly, profoundly impressed. 

It took Goran many long moments to shake himself out of his stunned trance. The Major realized that his soldiers would soon be approaching with the next prisoner, so he quickly gathered an armload of towels and rags and wiped off the bulk of the sticky semen before the soldiers could see what had happened. The task proved even more difficult than Goran would have anticipated, however, as the thick globs of cum were completely matted in Torc’s heavy chest and belly hair, as well as in his crotch, armpits, and just about everywhere else on his huge, hirsute, and devastatingly masculine body. It took a lot of elbow grease — as well as several more armloads of towels — before Goran was able to remove the bulk of the chunky spew from both of their bodies. The entire castration room positively reeked of male sex, but Goran knew that that couldn’t be helped. 

Goran had just thrown the last of his sperm-soaked towels into the heap in a corner of the room when the doors opened and his soldiers marched in. But instead of bringing the next prisoner, his soldiers escorted none other than General Vasek himself into the chamber. Vasek was the supreme commander of the entire western Kharasian army, and one of the most powerful men in the entire empire, and Goran immediately dropped to one knee and bowed his head before his superior in deference and respect. 

General Vasek casually told Goran to stand, and then informed the surgeon that they had just captured another 15,000 Caramonian prisoners. Goran and his team would be kept busy for another couple of weeks at least, castrating these additional prisoners so that they could swell the ranks of the glorious Kharasian army. 

The General then began to look around and inspect the room, and his eyes finally noticed  the hugely muscular prisoner strapped to the immobilization device. Vasek’s sharp eyes widened in great surprise, for Torc was an extraordinary specimen of man by anyone’s calculations, and the General walked over to the bound muscle titan to inspect him more closely. 

Goran silently breathed a small sigh of relief, for Torc’s huge cock had fortunately finally grown soft after the second orgasm. But even flaccid, the young man’s cock was still utterly awe inspiring, as was the rest of his amazing body. An intrigued and fascinated Vasek asked Goran many questions about the prisoner, and Goran explained that this prisoner was one of the difficult ones as he was very hairy AND had extraordinarily huge balls. General Vasek agreed that the prisoner certainly did have gargantuan balls, going so far as to lightly bat at them from below with his baton of office, but he could not understand why having large balls was a problem for the castration team. Goran explained that hugely hung men often bled too much when their balls were cut free, risking the life of the prisoner. He also explained the risk of infection associated with body hair. The General listened to the explanation intently, nodding his head in understanding. 

General Vasek then reached forward and felt the prisoner’s gigantic balls for himself, and was amazed at the sheer size and awesome weight of the twin gonads. Even as General Vasek fondled the prisoner’s balls, Torc began to get another mighty erection. Goran cringed in fear at how the General would react to this powerful display of defiance and disrespect. 

But the General surprised Goran when his harsh face lit up in an appreciative smile, and he said, “I see what you mean, and he is frisky too!” He continued to massage the prisoner’s massive balls as he watched the mighty cock grow to its full, eye-popping, foot-and-a-half-long size, and then began to tremble with the beginnings of yet another orgasm. While all of the other men in the room watched in wonder and amazement, the young stud came for an unexpected and extraordinary THIRD time in less than 20 minutes, dumping a fresh load of hot spunk all over his exceptionally muscular and hairy torso! 

For all that this was Torc’s third orgasm in a row, his colossal load had the same mind-blowing power and intensity and volume as the two orgasms that preceded it, and several score magnificent sperm blasts later, the young man’s magnificent physique was once again coated with his unutterably thick and studly cum. Once the young man’s sperm-belching mule cock had finally coughed up the dregs of his monumental load, General Vasek released the humongous balls and watched the prisoner’s rock-hard erection continue to quiver and twitch, as if eager for yet ANOTHER release. 

“I would like to have this prisoner for myself once you find a way to safely castrate him. He is an absolutely extraordinary specimen, and too good to lose.” General Vasek felt the prisoner’s balls again, watching his enormous erection twitch and inflate as he fondled the massive testes. “Yes, he is far, FAR too frisky,” the General said as a malicious smile turned up one corner of his mouth. As the General turned to leave, Major Goran couldn’t help but notice the big bulge at the front of the General’s pants, and Goran knew that Vasek was as powerfully turned on by the prisoner as he was. 

Goran felt greatly dismayed as General Vasek left, as he knew the General’s desire to claim this prisoner would greatly supersede any of Goran’s own wishes to possess this most remarkable man. Goran was still reeling with amazement at the prisoner’s awesome performance and found himself unwilling to castrate the young muscle bull just yet, so he recalled the soldiers from the other room and had them take the bound he-man to a special holding cell for the time being. Goran had other prisoners brought to him, and he continued to perfect his castration method on them. 

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Throughout the remainder of the day, Goran could not help thinking of his special prisoner, ad his cock hardened most insistently every time he thought about the huge, handsome, and hairy Torc. He decided he would leave the huge man for the next day, telling himself that the delay was simply because he wanted to focus extra special care on the huge stud’s unmanning. 

Goran went to the holding cells and inspected the remaining hairy and big balled men, and selected 10 out of the group to castrate personally. As the first of these prisoners was brought to him, Goran already had his equipment ready. He squatted on his seat in front of the first prisoner, who proved to be almost as big as his new favorite. This prisoner, a handsome and hulking blond this time, was also tall and massively muscular, and sported a big, thick cock and huge set of balls. If he hadn’t seen Torc’s gargantuan endowment earlier in the day, he would have said that this was one of the biggest, handsomest, and best hung prisoners he had ever seen. But even a 8-inch limp cock and orange-sized balls could not compare with the awesome and unparalleled masculinity possessed by Torc. 

The big blond prisoner was also quite hairy, so Goran lathered him up and shaved off all the pubic hair. He took his time about it, almost hoping that the prisoner would also get an erection, but nothing happened. Goran looked at his new prisoner’s huge balls, now shaved and hanging defenseless in front of him. He could not help thinking of his special prisoner as he spent his time feeling the blond man’s balls, hoping for some response, but there was none. Disappointed, Goran took his knife and felt the blade, and it was too blunt. He took another, and it was also too blunt. He stood up and found his leather strap, and started sharpening the blade. The prisoner could see all of this and was squirming in his seat, torn between the pain of moving and the expectation and fear of what would happen next. Goran saw this and decided to extend the prisoner’s agony. He called in a soldier and asked him to sharpen the blades of his other knifes. Goran slowly took the prisoner’s huge balls in his fingers and instructed the soldier to watch. The soldier was intrigued and stopped sharpening the surgeon’s blades to watch the prisoner slowly lose his mammoth balls. 

Goran lifted the prisoner’s freshly shaved balls, and slowly squeezed them up towards his groin. He purposefully felt the loose skin of the prisoner’s ball sack before he positioned his knife. Then he quickly cut the slit, with the prisoner unable to do anything to save himself or his huge bull balls other than sit there and feel his balls being cut out. Goran had not made the hole large enough to get the prisoner’s huge right nut through, so he had to open up the gash in the man’s smooth scrotum a little more with his knife. Presently, the massive right ball popped out through he slit, the huge grayish-white orb hanging all bloated and glistening at the end of its powerful and life-giving cords. The soldier next to the Major licked his lips in eager anticipation, and Goran smiled to himself with the knowledge that the young soldier was as turned on by the surgeon’s work as he was. 

Goran tried another experiment, and slit open the thin skin sack covering the ball and its cords, allowing the huge ball to dangle even more free on its cords. The soldier moved over closer to better see the impending emasculation. Goran slipped the thick cords of the huge ball into the open slit in the bamboo tool. He slipped out the wooden piece and squeezed the tool shut, gripping hard to sever the tough cords. In seconds, the blond prisoner grunted and his right ball dropped like a stone onto the floor with a heavy, wet sound. 

SPLAT!!

“Can I have that as a souvenir?” the soldier asked. Goran smiled and passed over the huge ball to the soldier. 

The blond’s huge left nut proved to be even bigger than his right, and it would not come out of the sac easily. But finally Goran got the massive orb free and again popped it out of its thin skin covering, letting it hang huge and naked for a few moments in the open air. He then placed the thick ball cords within the bamboo tool, and in seconds he had the prisoner’s second ball separated, rendering him a brand new eunuch. Goran passed the second meaty testicle to the happy soldier and sent him away. 

Goran worked on castrating prisoners for the rest of the day, but he was half hearted about his work, thinking all the while about his special prisoner. By the end of the day, his bucket was full of huge balls, but none of them had held the allure of Torc’s truly gargantuan bull nuts. All night he dreamed about the prisoner, but try as he might, he could not think of any way of keeping him. 

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Early the next morning, Major Goran decided that he should just castrate the mighty prisoner and get it over with, and let General Vasek have him if he so wished. There was really nothing else Goran could do. 

For a second time, Goran he had Torc brought to him, and for a second time, he sat in front of the prisoner, feeling and fondling his unbelievably titanic testicles and waiting for the prisoner to climax again. He didn’t have to wait long. In fact, Goran was amazed as the prisoner came FIVE TIMES with nothing more than ball play and some light stroking on the underside of the tip of his dick. Each load was as massive as the ones from the previous day, and this time the young man was positively soaked with his own powerful fluids, his thick, dense hair matted with his sticky splooge. Perhaps even more amazing still, it took less than an hour for Torc to blow all five loads. 

Once again, however, Goran found himself unwilling to castrate the young man’s monstrously oversized balls, and so had the soldiers remove him to his now-familiar holding cell. 

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The next day, Goran once again got his soldiers to retrieve his favorite prisoner and bind him into the immobilization device. The prisoner was struggling again when he was brought in, and he looked a little battered and bruised. The eight soldiers leading in the bound muscle man looked even worse, and the sergeant, sporting a bloodied nose and the beginnings of a massive black eye, explained that the prisoner had almost overpowered the eight soldiers sent to retrieve him, and a dozen more guards had had to rush in and beat the prisoner hard to get him under control. In the end, all 20 men had to literally tackle the huge muscle giant and wrestle him to the ground before they were able to secure him to the device once again. 

When the soldiers had finally left the room (obviously reluctantly, as they were now even more eager to witness the castration of this particular prisoner), Goran took up his shaving soap and lathered up the prisoner’s extraordinarily hairy groin. As he began shaving, the prisoner once again got a huge erection, so Goran kept working slowly on shaving the prisoner’s balls while massaging them as much as possible. Suddenly, like the previous two days, the prisoner shuddered and bellowed and shot another gargantuan load of cum all over his chest and belly. And then a second load. And then a third! And finally a fourth!! Goran was amazed and overwhelmed, and he had the sudden and surprising realization that he simply did not want to see this mighty young muscle man lose his spectacular balls. 

Goran continued shaving the prisoner until his huge balls hung out clearly from his still-hairy groin, baby smooth and almost glowing with raw masculine power. Devoid of their thick. dark hair, Torc’s balls looked even more massive than before, if that was even possible! The man was an absolutely perfect male specimen, and Goran was so taken by the gargantuan size of his humongous testicles and the unnaturally voluminous quantities of cum still glistening all over his muscular chest and belly, he simply could not bring himself to continue. 

“Why don’t you just do it and put me out of my misery.” 

The deep baritone voice was like rich velvet in Goran’s ears, and it took him a moment to realize that the prisoner had spoken for the very first time. Goran met the stunningly handsome young man’s intensely blue eyes, and then looked away quickly. He simply could not meet the young man’s piercing stare. The look of mixed defiance and resignation in the man’s gorgeous eyes tore at the Major’s heart. His own eyes drank in the man’s spectacularly beautiful form, and Goran found that he could not move, his mind confounded by the choice. It was such a gorgeous form, a model of hyper masculine perfection, and Goran knew it would be a crime to destroy it. The Major did not respond to Torc’s words, but instead again called in the soldiers and had the prisoner returned to his cell. 

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The soldiers were confused by Goran’s behavior, and could not understand why the Major had seen the prisoner THREE TIMES already and yet had not castrated him. Word spread about Goran’s unusual behavior, and the next day General Vasek again came by the castration clinic to see what was going on. 

Goran was once again surprised by the General’s unexpected arrival, and he hurriedly excused his behavior by announcing that this prisoner was such an amazing specimen that he wanted to make his castration a public affair for the entire Kharasian army to witness and enjoy. General Vasek’s stern countenance suddenly broke into a beaming smile; he thought a public castration sounded like a splendid idea, and he wanted to be personally present to witness the castration himself. The General ordered that Goran have the prisoner ready for nutting at the end of the next day, then he turned and left the building. 

Goran was now trapped — he now had no choice but to castrate the almost unbearably handsome and hunky prisoner. The Major despaired and could barely sleep at all that night, already mourning the loss of the most spectacular manhood the world had ever seen. 

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The next morning, Goran had the massively muscular prisoner again constrained by eight soldiers and brought to him in the immobilization device. He sent the soldiers away, saying that they could return at the end of the day to gather the prisoner and bring the young muscle man to his public castration. 

When the soldiers had left, Goran lathered Torc’s groin and started shaving it again, removing the impressive amount of thick and bristly stubble that had grown in overnight. In seconds, the prisoner had sprouted yet another monstrous erection, and in minutes he had blown his first gargantuan load. The Major reverently, almost lovingly, cleaned off the huge muscle beast, and then pushed his immobilization device over to one side of the room. He wanted Torc to watch him perform castrations on other prisoners throughout the day, to give the big muscle man a preview of what was in store for him near sundown. 

Goran had a series of other huge-balled prisoners brought in, all of whom he shaved and castrated in front of the stunningly handsome Torc. The hairy brute could not keep his eyes off of the proceedings, and Goran was amazed to see that the mighty bull’s monster cock not only remained powerfully, almost painfully, erect, but was also leaking copious amounts of his clear, slick precum! Incredibly, Torc was getting turned on by watching other bull-hung men get castrated! 

After cutting the huge and heavy balls off of a dozen or so powerful muscle studs, Goran took a quick break and came over to Torc’s side. The Major reached up and grasped the young man’s hot and extraordinarily heavy balls in both of his hands, and he could actually FEEL the bucket loads of sperm churning and broiling within those most massive of testicles. Torc let out a deep moan as Goran’s fingers surrounded and gripped as much of that beefy nut meat as they could, and his rampant cock gave a powerful lurch. It only took about 30 seconds of firm and enthusiastic nut massage to make Torc blow his second mammoth load of the day. The gigantic bull stud was already hyper charged from watching the castrations of his compatriots, and it therefore took very little coaxing to pull a mighty load from his spasming loins. 

Goran cleaned the huge man up again, and then resumed castrating his assembly line of big-balled bulls. After another dozen or so more castrations, Goran again came over to the huge muscle man and massaged his gigantic balls, producing another titanic orgasm. 

Goran’s enthusiasm for castrating these handsome Caramonian prisoners returned, as he could see that his favorite Caramonian warrior was also getting powerfully turned on by the sight. He continued fondling Torc’s balls off and on throughout the day, making him cum a dozen more times through ball play alone! And twice, just to prove he was the randiest and most spectacularly virile man in the world, Torc spontaneously came just by watching the castrations occurring before him!! 

Goran was in heaven in the presence of this ultimate fantasy man come to life, but he was simultaneously in hell trying to find a way to save his supremely hunky prisoner from the gelding knife. Goran’s heart was heavy as the day edged toward evening, for he could not think of a way to save this most spectacular of males, and he did not want to castrate the greatest set of bull nuts ever to grace a man. The Major fondled and played with Torc’s gorgeous bull balls all throughout the day, wanting to etch every unbelievably erotic moment into his memory forever, for he knew that the handsome stud’s time as a complete man was rapidly drawing to a close. 

All too soon, however, the end of the day was upon them. The team of big, muscular soldiers arrived right on time to forcefully escort the hairy and mass young prisoner to the  large viewing area that had been constructed in the center of the Kharasian camp. Word had spread around the army camp that the fabled Torc Bonecrusher was going to be nutted publicly, and hundreds of Kharasian officers and untold thousands of eunuch slave soldiers gathered to watch the emasculation of the massive Caramonian. The offices watched with excited and rapt anticipation, eager to see the massive warrior lose his fabled nuts, while the slaves stood resignedly, watching with a sense of sympathy and sorrow for what the now-legendary male was about to lose. 

General Vasek was already present as well, seated in the elevated viewing platform, clearly eager to watch Torc’s unmanning.

It was a hot summer late afternoon, and as Goran had young Torc wheeled out to the middle of the parade grounds, the Major could feel the sweat beginning to rise on his own skin. Torc’s entire, awesomely muscular body was already covered in a thick sheen of sweat, both from the heat of the oppressive summer day and from the fear of what was about to happen next. He continued to struggle mightily against his bonds, his gargantuan muscles bulging and straining in useless defiance, and Goran could not help but stare at and admire the young man’s incredible physique. Soon, all those massive, magnificent muscles would start to fade as the young man’s body was robbed of its two testosterone factories. The Major had to fight hard to steady his face and not show the deep anguish and regret he felt regarding what he was about to do. 

The General had set up the viewing area so that all of the soldiers and slaves present could get an excellent, unobstructed view of the astoundingly enormous balls hanging so low and smooth from the prisoner’s freshly-shaved crotch. 

Goran proceeded to set up his equipment and to sharpen a knife. He took his time, as he knew the Kharasian soldiers were getting a kick out of the mighty prisoner sweating in anticipation of losing his balls. Finally, Goran stopped sharpening his knives, as they were all very sharp by now. The prisoner was covered in sweat, his fur matted to his mammoth chest and chiseled belly, and a most ripe yet extremely heady and appealing fragrant funk emanating from his almost impossibly hairy armpits. Torc’s struggles redoubled as Goran reached forward grabbed the huge by the base of his mammoth balls. Goran intentionally manhandled Torc’s balls roughly in an attempt to keep the prisoner from becoming erect, but the rough ball play seemed to, if anything, make Torc throw wood even faster. Major Goran’s sense of loss and regret grew even greater as he suddenly realized that this hairy, muscular beast of a man actually got off on rough ball abuse — the Major could instantly think of dozens, even hundreds of ways that he would have loved to abuse and torture such deliciously massive and virile stud nuts! Now all of those opportunities were about to be cut short…literally. 

“Look, the prisoner is being turned on by having his nuts cut off!” one of soldiers exclaimed. Many of the other Kharasian officers started shouting as well, taunting and heckling the bound muscle giant, and becoming even more eager to see the muscle beast lose his huge nuts. 

Goran squeezed Torc’s balls hard in his hand, trying to crush them in his strong grip in a desperate effort to throw a metaphorical bucket of cold water on the young man’s excessive libido. Torc’s face winced in pain, but a soft, deep, and almost passionate moan escaped his softly parted lips. The brutal nut squeezing was having the opposite of its intended effect, as the young man’s cock gave a gigantic lurch and beat against the center of his hairy chest like it was a drum. The absolutely mammoth, 18-inch member was drooling precum like a river now, and the sight made Goran unaccountably angry, almost as if the beautiful muscle man were taunting the Major with everything that was about to be taken away from him forever. 

As he stared at this gorgeous man before him that he was about to ruin forever, Goran became furious, and setting the knife down, grasped the base of Torc’s huge grapefruit-sized nuts with one hand, and threw his other fist directly into the colossally bulging mass of ball flesh. 

The air was expelled from Torc’s great lungs with an explosive whoosh as the pain of the blow radiated from his groin. The blow should have deflated Torc’s huge cock almost instantly — heck, it should have shattered the man’s heroically bloated nuts — but yet it did not. So Goran threw a second punch, even harder this time, right into the young man’s beefy nuts. This time Torc found his voice, and he uttered a tremendous bellow of pain, much to the delight of the audience. But his super hard cock throbbed and twitched harder still, making it clear that the young muscle hunk was getting off on having his big balls brutally pummeled and abused. Goran smirked and thought to himself, ‘Well, if you want to have your balls busted, you’ve come to the right place.’ 

Goran began to beat Torc’s huge balls with wild abandon, not caring what damage he did to the monstrous balls. What did it matter, he thought, they were just going to be cut off anyway! The Major threw all of his considerable strength into each blow, fully intending to destroy Torc’s huge nuts even before he cut them off. 

While Torc bellowed and roar in thunderous agony due to the rain of destruction falling upon his huge, defenseless balls, his cock continued to bobble and throb wildly, and it was only a couple of minutes before his huge cock erupted with a massive, spectacular orgasm. 

Only Goran and Vasek had seen Torc cum before, so for the rest of the soldiers this was their first time witnessing one of the young man’s legendary discharges, and to a man they were stunned to utter silence by the sheer volume and POWER of Torc’s super human ejaculation. On and on and on and on his almighty orgasm thundered while Goran continued to beat the life out of his screaming bull nuts. A dozen blasts of cum burst forth, and then a dozen more, and then another dozen more, and then ANOTHER dozen more, and STILL the young man’s monstrous ejaculation had no end in sight! Even Goran had never seen Torc cum so much or for so long, and realized that the young muscle stud was even MORE turned on by ball torture than ball massage! The gigantic muscle man was simply a sexual BEAST!! 

Several dozen more massive salvos of thick, pure white ball spew erupted from Torc’s colossal cock cannon before his utterly record-breaking orgasm began to flag. But Goran continued the horrifically brutal ball beating even well after the young man’s orgasm had ceased, enjoying Torc’s bellows of agony interspersed with loud moans and groans of intense sexual pleasure. The loud and very beefy SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! sounds of the Major’s knuckles impacting with terrific force into Torc’s steadily reddening and swelling nuts was the only other sound that could be heard over the young man’s own moans and roars of agony and ecstasy. 

The sights and sounds of the inhumanly brutal ball beating was even starting to make some of the Kharasian officers flinch and clutch their own balls in subconscious sympathy. 

Any other man’s balls would have been quickly reduced to rubble by the Major’s brutal, hammering fist, but Torc’s phenomenally thick and tough ball meat absorbed every blow and seemed to encourage Goran to punch even harder. In fact, true to form, it was only a matter of minutes before Torc’s swollen cock spontaneously erupted with its second earth shattering orgasm of the afternoon…and just another few minutes after that before the THIRD monumental orgasm thundered forth! 

Goran could not believe the utterly inhuman quantities of spunk issuing forth from Torc’s powerfully throbbing cock. The Major knew that Torc had cum an unbelievable SIXTEEN TIMES throughout the day back in the castration complex, pumping out literally gallons of his priceless white bouillon, and yet here he was pounding even LARGER load than ever before as if he hadn’t shot a load in months!! Where did he STORE all that sperm!?! Even balls as massive as Torc’s couldn’t possibly hold so much fantastically thick and gloopy sperm, could they?! A stupefied Goran could only speculate that the almighty stud must both produce sperm at a tremendously accelerated rate, and be able to store vast reservoirs of his liquid essence under intense internal pressures within the incredibly dense meat of his balls! 

Torc had by this point endured more than 15 minutes of truly brutal ball beating, abuse that would have reduced any other man’s balls to a bloody smear across the wooden gelding block. But Goran noted with a strange sense of pride and admiration that not only had Torc’s balls somehow endured, they seemed to be THRIVING on the abuse. The colossal gonads seemed to be as rock solid as ever, and the beefy SMACK! of his fist striking the young man’s huge sac of nuts was making Goran’s cock leak in his pants. 

Another few minutes go by, and the crowd is rewarded with a FOURTH monumental orgasm. Torc’s mighty chest, rippled abdomen, and mammoth arms and shoulders had long since become soaked with his steamy jism, and a pool of sperm was now forming beneath the huge man, gradually turning the hard ground of the parade field into mud. Goran noted with some delight that his fist was now starting to sink deeper into Torc’s thick ball flesh, meaning that he was finally beginning to break down the awesome resistance of his huge, ultra tough nuts. He wondered just how much more abuse Torc’s gargantuan balls could possibly endure before they finally burst in their sac. 

The pounding continued, with Major Goran trading off his fatigued right arm for his fresh left fist, and a few minutes later yet ANOTHER majestic orgasm began to pound from Torc’s freakishly swollen fuck stick, recoating his awesome physique and the ground around him with yet another copious layer of his thick, rich spunk. Goran’s fist was now definitely sinking deeper into the young man’s rapidly weakening balls, and they were now starting to distort around Goran’s fist with each blow. As the Major continued to pummel Torc’s behemoth balls toward oblivion, he could feel them beginning to lose their unnatural hardness, and it started to feel more and more like he was punching a huge sac filled with warm jelly. Goran knew that it couldn’t possibly be much longer before both of Torc’s huge bull balls burst in a cataclysmic explosion of busted nut guts. 

Yet somehow, impossibly, the huge baby makers CONTINUE to endure, and after about 30 minutes of unimaginable abuse, they pound out their SIXTH load of the evening, and their outrageously virile 22^nd load of the day!!! 

Goran continued to pummel the young man’s huge testes throughout this sixth orgasm, feeling the huge jellied eggs quiver with each blow, and wondering with each blow if this would be the one to finally burst those mammoth balls wide open. 

But in the end, Goran’s desire to end Torc’s sex life with nothing but his pummeling fists was denied. As the last dregs of the muscular giant’s sixth monster load in 30 minutes burped from the head of his raging erection, Torc’s balls were clearly still intact. Battered, heavily bruised, and more than halfway mangled, but still whole and intact. Goran gave the big bruisers an experimental squeeze with both of his hands, and he was pleased to find that his clutching fingers now sank deep into the yielding and pliant ball tissue, where before his strong fingers could barely even dent their rock solid surface. The Major squeezed even harder, eliciting a fresh bellow of agony from the young prisoner. But though Goran squeezed his hands with all of his considerable might, he simply could not bust Torc’s stupendously tough balls, not even after beating them almost to mush. 

An angry Goran gave Torc’s battered, squishy balls one last, vicious squeeze, and then he released the young man’s brutally tortured orbs with disgust. The Major was filled with such conflicting feelings — wanting to save this paragon of manhood from destruction, yet furious at the stud’s extraordinary stamina and resiliency. But now, as his anger flowed out of him as quickly as it had started, Goran looked at the havoc he had wreaked on Torc’s defenseless gonads, and he felt bitter shame and regret. The young man’s entire gigantic scrotum was completely covered in red and purple bruises, and the monstrously oversized testicles themselves had swollen even larger still, plumping up to at least one-and-a-half times their normal size. The sight was extraordinarily erotic, but Goran was overcome by remorse when he realized that he very nearly ruined the young man’s massive plumbing for good. 

Not that it mattered much, Goran realized with a sigh of resignation, for he knew what he had to do next. 

Reluctantly, Goran realized that the time has finally come for him to castrate this extraordinarily gorgeous avatar of masculinity. As Goran retrieved his extremely sharp knife, General Vasek said, “He clearly likes the pain, so take his balls out very slowly.” The General’s eyes were firmly rooted to Torc’s huge cock, which was still dripping juices from its last great orgasm. Goran mutely nodded his assent and continued. 

The Major squeezed the prisoner’s mammoth balls up into his groin, and then he cut a huge incision in the base of the ball sac. He let go, fully expecting the balls to fall out of the sac of their own accord, but despite the large size of his incision, Torc’s balls were simply too massive, especially now that they had swollen to even greater dimensions. Goran realized he would have to pop them out manually. 

Squeezing the amazingly thick neck of Torc’s ballsac and pulling down hard, Goran managed to pop first one gigantic nut out of the sac, and then its brother. Without the sac to constrain them, the twin testicles fell to the bottom of an astoundingly long set ball cords, allowing the glistening, grayish-white man orbs to hang an extraordinary 9 or 10 inches from his groin. Goran had never seen such amazingly long ball cords on any male before, and the sight only added to the young muscle bull’s stunning appeal. 

As Goran looked at those two massive naked orbs hanging there by their ball cords alone, he was amazed to find that the prisoner still had a huge erection! In fact, he was dripping precum once again, and Goran wondered if Torc might just cum one last time before he was nutted. The Major couldn’t help but think what a terrific waste it was going to be to castrate such a super human specimen of manhood. 

The gigantic pale balls glistened wetly in the light of the slowly setting sun. Goran idly noted that both huge orbs were exactly the same size, a perfectly matched set, which was uncommon, and which made him all the sadder still to do what must be done next. With a heavy heart and a heavy hand, Goran picked up his bamboo castration tool and worked the unnaturally thick ball cords of Torc’s gargantuan left testicle into the tool. With a silent apology to the gorgeous demigod shackled before him, Goran snapped the tool closed on the trapped cords. 

Torc’s entire body jolted from the pain, every massive fiber of powerful muscle bulging and flexing in the most dramatic display of raw masculine power anyone present had ever seen. The handsome young bull stud had thrown his dark-haired head back in agony, but his clenched jaw allowed only a low and deep growl to rumble out of his mammoth chest. Goran had never seen a man give a more brave or stoic reaction to the loss of half of his manhood. 

But when Goran looked down, he discovered with surprise that the tool had failed to sever any of Torc’s ball cords! The cords were pinched tight in the tool’s deadly embrace, but they had not been cut! Goran almost smiled, realizing that OF COURSE this extraordinary young bull stud would have extraordinarily tough ball cords! But his pleasure was short-lived, as he knew that such toughness was only prolonging the inevitable. He gripped the tool in both hands and began to squeeze, slowly forcing closed the jaws that in a moment would sever the life of Torc’s humongous left nut forever. 

“STOP!!” General Vasek suddenly shouted. 

Goran immediately released his grip, and was pleased to see that Torc’s thick ball cords were still unharmed, though he had been exceedingly close to cutting through those powerful and tough tethers. 

“I have realized that the Kharasian people will have another need for this great beast of a man. I want this man kept intact, his huge testicles reinserted into his ball sac and his scrotum stitched closed. I have decided to remove the restriction on using Caramonian males as stud slaves. We will bring this huge stallion back to Kharasia and use him as a prime breeding bull, where he will father a new generation of slaves. Slaves that will be as big, as strong, as handsome, and as hugely hung as this man before us. It will be a fitting symbol of the subjugation of the Caramonian people, that their greatest and strongest warrior shall be considered the least of all our people.” 

Goran couldn’t believe what he was hearing! He was overjoyed that he would not have to nut this perfect specimen of a man! But what the General said next not only took the surgeon off guard, but it made his mind begin to reel. 

“Major Goran, I want you to be in charge of breeding this young stud bull with as many slave women as possible. Judging by the stunning performance we’ve just seen here today, I’m sure he could easily mate with a dozen women a day.” 

‘Try TWO dozen!’ Goran smiled to himself, but was elated to hear that he would be traveling back to Kharasia with this most masculine of men, and would be seeing to it that the sex beast mated with as many females as possible. He just hope that the empire could provide enough women to keep up with the young man’s ferocious virility!!

The General continued, “I want it clear that this prisoner is not to be harmed from this moment forward, at least until such time as his breeding duties are finished, at which time the slave will be gelded. Do I make myself clear?” 

The crowd of soldiers verbalized their assent, though Goran could tell that many of them did so grudgingly. These soldiers had come to see the famous great muscle beast of a warrior get castrated, and they were severely disappointed that not only was the man going to keep his grotesquely oversized balls, he was soon going to be mating with thousands and thousands of women. Goran knew he would have to work hard to protect Torc from attacks in the future. There would be many men in Torc’s future who will be murderously jealous of the young man’s many manly gifts, and Goran knew that the muscular young stud’s massive nuts would be the targets of many an attack. 

But for now, Goran was overjoyed that most special and gifted of prisoners had received a last-second reprieve. The Major began the task of reinserting Torc’s naked bull balls back into his filleted scrotum, stuffing the mammoth orbs back in their protective pouch. Goran was a very talented surgeon, so as he began to stitch the split nutsac closed, he knew that only the slightest of scars would show to prove just how close the young man had come to losing it all. 

The Major smiled as he performed his meticulous surgery on this giant of a man he’d already come to hold so dear. And he looked forward to many years of using and abusing the young man’s gargantuan balls and making him fill thousands and thousands of slave women with his powerful seed. 

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