Anyway, I just finished the final edits to this story, and am thrilled to upload it, as it's one of my very favorites.
That should come as no surprise, as the original version came from my friend Sack Stomper over at http://crackednutsballbusting.blogspot.com/. If you haven't checked out his story blog yet, then you don't know what you're missing. The guy is AMAZING!!
Anyway, I decided to pay homage to Stomper's work by taking another one of his stories and recasting it with a "Jayse" touch. :) I hope you enjoy the results!
****************
The Photo Shoot
Based on an original story by Sack Stomper
****************
Travis Bradley dripped with confidence and raw male sexual power as he strutted toward the pair of steel and glass double doors. Whatever sense of intimidation or grandeur they were meant to convey was totally lost on his youthful arrogance.
Travis was barely 19, a college student at the local university, but his height and sheer muscular bulk gave him the illusion of being 5 or 6 years older. The 6-foot, 5-inch stud packed just over 320 pounds on his massive frame, an awe-inspiring physique that had been perfectly sculpted from years of heavy exercise and countless battles on the gridiron. The humongous football jock was positively bulging with muscle, from his bullish neck, yard-wide shoulders the size of large cannon balls, monumental chest, powerful guns, and washboard stomach down to his massive muscle butt, columnar thighs, calves larger than footballs, and thick and meaty size 16 feet. The kid was the model of male muscular perfection, and even the Greek Gods themselves would have looked upon his gargantuan physique with envy and lust.
What was perhaps even more astounding was that he was still growing...and all without the benefit of steroids or other muscle enhancers! This young stud had some phenomenal genes indeed!!
The young man had strong and powerfully masculine features that were still caught in that magical age between boy and man. He was stunningly handsome like a comic book super hero, and worst of all, he knew it. Travis had the casual arrogance of a man who was a gorgeous teen that had grown into an even more handsome young adult. His piercing, cornflower blue eyes melted hearts everywhere he went, and his chestnut brown hair was worn short in a stylish cut that only accentuated his manliness.
Travis was a sophomore at the local college, which he attended on a full athletic scholarship. The young man had excelled at sports all through grade school and high school, so much so that talent scouts started following him when he was just 14 years old! Considering that he was already 6 feet tall and over 220 pounds even at that young age, it was no surprise that he had attracted that much attention! Travis had excelled at every sport he tried — baseball, wresting, soccer, and track and field to name a few — always dominating his competition. He had even started powerlifting at the age of 15, and began setting state and national teen weightlifting records by the age of 16!
But his true love was football, and his favorite position was offensive lineman. Travis had led his team to the state college championships in his freshman year, and at the same time established a new college record for the number of quarterback sacks in one season. Though there were men heavier than Travis, none were as strong or as fast as this teen titan, and he quickly earned a reputation as the most feared and respected lineman in college ball. People were already speculating regarding his draft choices in professional football, even though he was still two and a half years away from graduating.
Travis was definitely well on his way toward becoming a nationally known athlete, both for his spectacular strength and skill on the field and for his heart stopping good looks and Superman physique. All of this attention and notoriety had begun to lead to lucrative sponsorship and modeling contracts, and he was even toying with the idea of going into professional bodybuilding. The dirt poor kid from the Midwest was fast on his way toward becoming a huge financial success, a true rags to riches story.
****************
Though Travis was already landing covers and articles in the physique and bodybuilding magazines, he really wanted to make the crossover into mainstream modeling. That’s where the BIG money was at! Very few men of size had ever had much success in the mainstream modeling world, but Travis was convinced that his movie star looks would earn him a place among the male super models.
That was why Travis was here in this swanky Long Beach neighborhood. He had heard through the grapevine that a world-renowned photographer lived and worked here, and Travis wanted the photographer to create a modeling portfolio for him. The man apparently took very few clients, but the proud young football stud was not surprised when he contacted the man and he had agreed to meet with him. Travis' size and good looks had gotten him everything he had ever wanted in life, so why not a photo shoot with a reclusive, top-rated photographer?
Travis rang the bell and waited. The home before him was large and beautiful, the crown jewel of a cul-de-sac lined with equally impressive homes. The street was awash in bright summer sunlight and not a single house had anything less expensive than a Mercedes parked in its driveway. A woman was casually walking her designer toy dog in laps around the center island. The scene made Travis much more relaxed about meeting for a photo shoot with a stranger in a private home, something he would have typically avoided. But he figured he likely wasn't going to find an ax murder lurking in this palatial home with ocean views, and he had heard many great things about this photographer.
Just as Travis went to press the doorbell again, the doors opened with a soft whoosh. On the other side was a handsome man with thick, dark brown hair and green eyes, who greeted Travis with a stunning smile and a surprisingly firm handshake. The man looked to be in his early to mid 30's, and his gray, tight-fitting t-shirt and blue jeans did little to hide an impressive physique. Travis, who was an excellent judge of muscle mass, guessed him to be about 6 feet tall and perhaps 230 pounds of muscle. This photographer was a lot younger and way hotter than Travis was expecting!
"I'm Paul, and you must be Travis Bradley. Please, come on in!”
Paul motioned as Travis squeezed his hulking mass into the entry way. It was a far cry from Travis’ small uptown flat near the university. A large Greek sculpture sat in an alcove, and a crystal chandelier hung regally from the ceiling. Light bathed the spacious living room from tall windows that ran from the floor to the cathedral ceilings, providing breathtaking views of the Pacific Ocean beyond. Stone, leather, and chrome were everywhere, giving a decidedly modern appeal to the exquisitely decorated home.
The two men went through the customary greetings as Travis shared his modeling experience and Paul talked up his experience in shooting. Paul was clearly a very talented professional photographer, and his photography equipment was state-of-the-art and extremely expensive.
As they made their way to the sunroom in the back of the house, Travis was amazed again by the view. Three of the walls were entirely glass and provided sweeping, panoramic ocean views. Clearly there were advantages to being at the top of the cul-de-sac.
Lights and other equipment were already set up and a heavy pale curtain had been draped over the back window, diffusing some of the the bright sunlight and blocking a portion of the ocean views. Travis figured this was probably as close to a traditional ‘wall’ this room had ever seen. A large and very thick pole resembling a lamp post, presumably some kind of stage prop, was setup in the middle of the room. Street signs were attached near the top of the lamp post, making it look like it was standing at the intersection of 52nd Street and Sunset Avenue.
"So this photography session is actually free?" Travis asked, shocked that such an elaborate setup wouldn’t require a fee.
“Absolutely! I just want permission to keep some of the proofs. I've already earned enough money in my career that I no longer have to do photography for a living, so now it's more of a hobby than a career. I only take clients now that I personally find interesting or engaging. And I must say, Travis, you are the most gifted and intriguing client I’ve seen in a very long time! I mean, your muscles are just so ENORMOUS, like a morphed muscle fantasy come to life!!”
“Gee, thanks Paul!” the young jock said, flashing one of his textbook devastating, self-deprecating smiles at the handsome photographer.
Paul handed Travis a beautiful leather-bound book filled with dramatic black and white photography. There were a few models, mostly men, in both classic and provocative poses, and some women showing off fashionable dresses on the beach. A few of the vista shots could have passed as Ansel Adams pieces. Paul's work was exquisite.
"Shall we get started then?"
Travis smiled in acknowledgement and approached the lamp post. He was wearing just a pair of tight fitting faded blue jeans that hugged his mighty thighs and showed off a massive crotch bulge, and a red t-shirt that clung to his chest and abs like a second skin and squeezed his huge biceps like a pressure cuff. No sooner was Travis standing in front of the pole than the rapid string of flashes began.
"Be casual!" Paul assured.
Travis knew that an almost nonstop series of flashes marked professional photo shoots, but none of his previous work even came close to this. In addition to the camera in Paul's hands, there were other cameras set up throughout the room, apparently on some sort of automatic setting. Travis thought he saw a few video cameras among them as well. He was a bit intimidated at first having so many lenses focused on him, but quickly got into the rhythm.
Paul moved from side to side with his hand-held camera, giving Travis hand gestures on how to tilt his head, which muscles to flex and which ones to relax, if he was smiling too much or not enough, and how to stand. About a half hour in, Paul stopped shooting for a moment and motioned for Travis to stand with his back to the post. Paul knelt down and motioned for Travis to stand with his legs wider apart. Travis complied and Paul aimed the camera upward, snapping several dramatic upshots as Travis looked off into the distance, the faux street signs visible in the frame. The position of his legs combined with the camera angle made Travis' enormous crotch mound look even MORE impressive.
Paul stood up and positioned Travis' head slightly to the right then, to Travis' surprise, proceeded to tussle his hair. Travis was about to say something when he felt Paul grab his shirt and rip it open down the font, exposing a wide expanse of his gargantuan pecs and an extraordinary washboard 8-pack of abs.
"Look angry, but sexy," Paul instructed. Travis was initially more than a bit angry, having just had one of his favorite muscle shirts ruined, but then he gradually got into it, posing with his legs spread wide, his back against the post, and his torn shirt revealing a portion of his phenomenally muscular torso.
Paul again took a break from shooting and instructed Travis to take off his tattered shirt, which he did. Travis' muscles looked even more massive without the thin, clinging material of the t-shirt. The young man was now wearing just his sneakers and a pair of tight jeans that hugged and displayed every contour of his muscular thighs and ass, and showed off a crotch bulge that was so large as to appear almost comical.
Travis' massive chest was starting to glisten with sweat from the intense studio lights. Paul came forward with a towel and stood in front of Travis' spread legs, presumably to dab away the sweat. But before Travis could react, Paul lifted his knee into the young man's unprotected crotch.
Paul's knee came to a stop just barely touching the hulking bulge in the front of the young man's jeans, making Travis flinch with surprise. The muscle jock’s pants left very little to the imagination, especially up close, and the bulge of his cock and balls looked even more enormous. Paul could feel that his knee cap was squarely resting on Travis' fist-sized right nut.
Paul's and Travis' eyes locked, Travis' face a mixture of confusion, anger, and fear.
"That! The expression right there! That’s EXACTLY what I’m looking for! Do that again!” Paul commanded with all the zeal of a Hollywood photographer, stepping away from Travis.
Travis held the look of mild fear as the camera flashes began anew. This went on for a few minutes before Paul set the camera down and once again approached Travis. Remembering what happened last time, Travis' legs came together slightly. Paul smiled disarmingly and walked behind Travis.
"Give me your hands, please."
Without thinking, Travis put his hands around his back so they were wrapped behind the post. Paul took them both by the thick wrists, and presently there was a distinct CLICK sound. To Travis' mild horror, his hands were now clasped in a pair of handcuffs! He was now essentially stuck to the pole, and the awesome power of his massive arms was now stolen from him!
Paul stood in front of Travis and looked him over admiringly.
"Spread your legs a bit…"
Travis timidly spread his massive legs and Paul's knee once again lifted toward the man’s unprotected crotch. It connected slightly harder than the last time, but not very hard. It was however startling enough to make Travis gasp. Their eyes locked and Paul lowered his foot. Travis sighed in relief, but only for a moment before Paul's knee came up again, striking his big nuts still harder than the last time.
This time Paul kept his knee pressed firmly into Travis' huge bulge. Their eyes locked again and Travis' face was contorted in confusion and fear, making it strangely even more handsome. Paul's eyes examined Travis' face while his own face had a vaguely-disguised smirk. Paul started rubbing his knee cap into the massive bulge in a circular motion, increasing the pressure slightly. Travis winced, more from fear than pain, his huge balls compressing in his tight jeans. Travis had taken many a brutal blow to the balls on the football field, such as head-on collisions with 400-pound linebackers, so he knew how to endure a bit of nut pain, but the feeling of helplessness was something entirely new.
"Dude, what the hell?!” Travis asked in his very deep, baritone voice.
Paul only responded by increasing the pressure on his knee briefly, lowering his foot, then bringing his knee squarely into Travis' crotch – HARD. Travis gasped in pain and surprise, and Paul could feel the bulge flatten somewhat under the impact. It was far from the hardest knee bash he could have delivered, but it was still a lot harder of a blow than Travis' big boys were expecting.
"That look! Keep that look!"
Paul stepped away from Travis and picked up his camera. Travis, trying to stay professional and remembering that he was — after all — still in a safe, wealthy, suburban area, did his best to keep his devil-may-care facial expression, despite a growing fear.
"That's great!"
Paul kept shooting blinding flashes of Travis as he walked behind him again. Before Travis realized it, Paul had knelt down and grabbed one of his ankles. Travis went to move his legs, but with surprising strength and speed, Paul was able to shackle Travis' ankles together behind the pole. Paul had taken advantage of Travis' surprise, unpreparedness, and overall trusting nature to fully restrain the powerful young man.
Paul stood up and faced Travis.
"Hey man, what's going…"
WHAM!!
Travis' question was interrupted by a sharp knee to the balls, this blow far harder than any that had come before. It was a blow that would have brought just about any man tumbling to his knees. Travis gasped and attempted to double partway over, but couldn't since he was firmly attached to the post. Paul paused and then raised his knee again three more times in rapid succession, each time harder than the last.
WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!!
With each blow, Paul could feel the mound in Travis' pants being compressed flatter and flatter. Despite the fact that Travis was frantically trying to close his massive legs, the jeans were so tight and kept the huge bulge so prominent that Paul had no problem staying on target.
Travis' achingly handsome face was red and all of the muscles of his awesome body bulged mightily as he suffered wave after wave of brutal nut pain. "Please!" he gasped, "what do you…?”
“THERE!! That's it!!”
Paul abruptly stopped kneeing Travis' swelling manhood and resumed the frenetic photo taking. Travis’ face was now contorted in fear and pain, tears streaming down his beautiful face while his mammoth chest heaved, now dripping with sweat.
"That look! That's what my clients are looking for..."
More camera flashes. Travis was in a world of hurt and confusion. He had abandoned trying to keep up the arrogant, haughty face of a fitness model and instead was pleading for Paul to let him go. His muscular body squirmed against the restraints. Paul stopped shooting and set his camera down. He left the room and Travis could hear him going upstairs.
Several moments passed, and when Paul emerged he was holding a large wooden baseball bat.
Travis' knees attempted to lock together and his struggling increased by an order of magnitude, but he was still firmly locked in place against the thick iron pole. Paul approached with deliberate care, taking time to casually bat the palm of his hand as he slowly approached. When he was within striking distance, Paul took a stand like he was at a batting cage, lining up the end of the bat over Travis' mammoth mound. Travis' nuts, which were unnaturally large to begin with and now bulged even more obscenely with the very beginnings of some swelling from the earlier nut-bashing abuse. Paul gave a few slow practice swings, gently tapping Travis' denim-clad balls at the end of each stroke, preparing for his full swing.
"Batter up!" Paul cried as he swung the bat full force. It sailed through the air with an audible WHOOSH! and Travis was sure his nuts were about to be cracked... but to his surprise the bat only collided gently with the vulnerable lump.
"That look of terror!! That's it!!!” Paul dropped the bat to the floor with a loud wooden CLACK!!, grabbed his camera, and proceeded to continue to photograph Travis for several more minutes.
"Now we just gotta take these off..." Paul said as he walked up to Travis, and proceed to unbutton his faded jeans. Travis screamed and pleaded as Paul struggled to get the jeans over the mound of Travis' enormous muscle ass and down a pair of thighs as thick and gnarled as oak trees. Paul just ignored the young man's pleas as he finally worked the tight jeans down to the stud's knees.
Travis' white briefs were finally revealed, filled to near bursting with a truly awesome amount of cock and ball meat. Paul gasped in surprise and awe at the sheer enormous size of the young man's genitals. Rumors had long followed Travis about the massive size of his junk, but apparently the stories had actually UNDERestimated the truth. Travis' fat horse cock was clearly outlined in the white briefs, at least 8 or 9 incredible inches long completely soft and thick as a proverbial beer can, snaking up and across his chiseled left hip just beneath the elastic waistband. The outline of each of his fist-sized, bloated bull nuts could also be clearly seen, now protected only by the thin cotton of his briefs.
The massive balls looked incredibly heavy and inviting, and Paul couldn't resist the opportunity to fondle the stud’s huge gonads. Using both hands (as each of the twin bull balls filled one hand to overflowing), Paul gave a few experimental squeezes to Travis' huge cotton-encased nuts, and was surprised at their unusual hardness and density. The photographer had an exceptionally strong grip, yet the young bull’s astoundingly tough and fibrous nuts barely even deformed in his strong hands. He knew that these would be two VERY tough nuts to crack.
“Very impressive, my handsome muscle-bound friend! Very impressive indeed!! I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a set of balls quite so enormously large before! And TOUGH, too!! I’ll bet you last longer than any of my previous clients!” Paul continued to very roughly fondle and maul the terrified stud’s gigantic, aching balls, squeezing the huge orbs from every angle and admiring their incredible hardness and rigidity. They felt like a pair of warm and ever-so-slightly pliable lead shot put weights, only larger and perhaps even heavier!
"Mmm, looks like someone wants to play!" Paul then said, moving his hands to grab Travis' tremendously thick monster cock through the thin cotton fabric. To Travis' surprise and horror, his huge cock had started to swell from excitement and the very rough ball play, despite the pain radiating from his battered nuts from the earlier abuse and the panic, confusion, and fear that was causing his heart to quicken.
The vigorous cock stroking went on for several minutes, giving Travis' balls a brief but welcome respite to rest and recover. In almost no time, the young stud’s stupendously thick cock had grown so large that it was barely contained within the fabric, making a ridiculously oversized tent at the front of his briefs. Paul marveled at the unbelievably enormous size of the young man's rigid phallus, for it was clearly well over a full FOOT in length.
“GEEZUS, kid!! Your mom sleep with a HORSE or something!?! I’ve never even fucking HEARD of a cock this long before!! And it’s thicker than a 40-ounce beer can!! Shit, you have GOT to be a virgin still with a cock like that, as there’s no WAY that beast could ever possibly fit in ANY human orifice!!!”
Paul was clearly stupefied by the sheer overwhelming size and MASS of Travis’ Herculean stud cock, and he kept right on frigging the cotton-clad trouser python with one hand while using his other hand to rub all up and down the deeply etched cobblestones of the young man’s magnificent abs. As the photographer roughly jacked the stud’s monstrous bull cock, the lad’s underwear finally gaped open so wide that it allowed one of his colossal balls to roll free, tumbling out of the cotton pouch to fall heavily to the bottom of its silky smooth, freshly-shaven scrotum. The gargantuan bollock looked even more enormous now that it was freed from its cloth prison, and Paul had to upwardly estimate the size of the mighty gonad — the young man’s titanic testicles were far bigger than oranges, even bigger than grapefruits, looking more like large and very ripe coconuts!! And Paul could barely believe how incredibly LOW that massive, sagging nard hung, dangling easily a good 4 or 5 inches below the stud’s crotch! He’d never seen a man’s nut hang so amazingly low before!
Despite himself, Travis had tossed his handsome head back and was moaning in ecstasy at the surprisingly erotic sensations of the expert hand job. Paul noticed this and, without warning, thrust his hand inside Travis' shorts and grasped the achingly hot shaft. Precum had been oozing out of Travis' swollen mushroom head at such a rate that his briefs had developed a large wet spot at the front, making the white fabric almost translucent all over the enormous, apple-sized head of the goliath dick. This precum also provided Paul with ample lube as his fist, wrapped tightly around as much of Travis' astoundingly thick cock shaft as his fingers could manage, pumped up and down its entire enormous length. Paul marveled that his hand could barely wrap halfway around the massive trunk, and he realized that the young man's huge cock was easily twice as thick as the business end of the baseball bat lying at his feet! Maybe even thicker!!
"Oh yeah..." Travis moaned, the pleasure from his cock almost entirely replacing the dull ache still radiating from his battered nuts. He could feel the beginnings of a massive orgasm starting to build in his extraordinarily muscular loins.
Just as suddenly as Paul had started the hand job, though, he stopped. The photographer gently cupped lone dangling nut with both hands (as one hand could clearly have been insufficient to do the job) and lifted it upward. Paul was astounded by the great hefty WEIGHT of the huge bollock, and guessed that the gigantic and impossibly meaty orb MUST have weighed on the order to 8 to 10 POUNDS!! That was even heavier than they looked!! Paul knew that an average stud bull’s balls, big as they were, usually only weighed about a pound or two for the SET, yet here was a single, solitary uber nut whose fantastic size and weight literally blew any PAIR of bull nuts out of the water! Paul could only guess that Travis’ balls must be extraordinarily dense to create such an enormous weight, and that it was likely this very density that also made the lad’s nuts feel like they were forged out of solid steel!
After weighing and fondling the enormous sagging nut for several long minutes, Paul finally popped the goliath bollock back into the young man’s heroically straining briefs. He then stood back, looked up into Travis’ dazed and sex-struck eyes and — without warning — slammed his knee three times into the young man's vulnerable and cotton-encased gonads.
SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!!
The pain was incredible. Paul's hand job had gotten Travis' baby-making juices flowing, swelling his nuts even larger still with their thick and studly man cream. The extra liquid flooding his tender balls, along with the slight swelling from the earlier abuses, was already stretching the membranes holding Travis' package together to their bursting point. Paul's brutal knee strikes threatened to cross past that point.
SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!!
Travis' massive cock quickly began to deflate as Paul's powerful knee continued to cram into Travis' bulging underwear with brutal force, again and again and again and again in an endless barrage of punishing blows.
SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!!
SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!!
Travis cried and screamed and pleaded as his now rapidly swelling balls felt like they were steadily being turned into mush. His cock, which was still massive enough even when flaccid to flop over his balls, was also taking a terrible beating from Paul's knee. Travis was so lost in the tremendous pain that he barely noticed the flashing of bright lights coming from around him. The cameras stationed on tripods and mounted on walls all around the room were capturing the slow and steady destruction of his mighty nuts in living color.
SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!!
SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!!
"Please..." Travis couldn't finish the desperate plea, cut short by a powerful heave.
After something like 50 devastating knee blows into the young man’s screaming bollocks, Paul sensed that Travis might be about to lose his lunch, so he quickly jumped back from the massive muscle stud lest he be splattered by the young man’s spew. But Travis — keeping with a tip he had heard about never eating before a photo shoot — only dry heaved and coughed for a few moments, his mammoth chest heaving dramatically and his chiseled abs powerfully contracting and flexing most beautifully. After his victim had recovered, Paul stepped back from Travis a few more feet.
Travis thought he might get another short reprieve, but he was sadly mistaken; the worst pain Travis had ever felt in his young life suddenly exploded in his giant balls.
WHAM!!!
With the strength and precision of an accomplished kick boxer, Paul’s foot collided into Travis' huge mound, extended at the end of an outstretched and muscular leg.
Travis threw back his gorgeous head and bellowed in agony, every massive muscle contracting in a futile effort to protect his tortured nuts. Travis' mammoth right nut had taken the brunt of the blow, and it radiated fresh waves of nauseating pain even after Paul's invading foot was retracted.
Paul stepped away from Travis and picked up his discarded camera. He proceeded to circle the handsome young bull stud, snapping photos at a blinding speed and barking directions as if this were the most ordinary photo shoot in the world. The muscular young hulk was openly sobbing, pain pulsating from his battered manhood with each thundering heartbeat. Each beat of his heart felt like his behemoth balls were trapped between an anvil and a steadily falling hammer — the agony was unreal.
The bizarre scene continued in this manner for another twenty minutes, and Travis' organs had just started to settle back to a state of dull aching when Paul set down his camera and approached. He made a passing comment about lighting and shadows, but Travis was far beyond the realm of engaging in idle chit chat. When Paul stood in front of Travis, the defeated young football hunk immediately resumed pleading in his now hoarse and husky voice, trying to make eye contact, trying desperately to forge empathy with the brutal and heartless monster standing before him.
"We have to get these off for the last scene change," Paul said, grabbing Travis' underwear with both hands and proceeding to rip them to shreds. Travis' oversized genitals tumbled free, looking even more massive and masculine than before.
Travis looked down with horror at his mangled nuts. They were clearly still whole, but swollen to nearly one-and-a-half their normal size. They has started off the day the size of the largest of grapefruit, certainly among the largest nuts in the history of the human race, but were now approaching the size of ripe cantaloupe! They were glowing a bright and angry red from all of the brutal pummeling, and the right orb in particular was starting to turn an alarming shade of purple. They hung amazingly low, both from their own enormous weight and the heat in the room, and they swayed gently at the end of their huge scrotum a full 6 inches from his crotch.
Travis’ big flopping horse cock also showed some signs of bruising, but far less than his battered balls, and was still a magnificent specimen. Travis was now terrified that the crazy photographer was intending to destroy his spectacular manhood, and he knew that he was utterly helpless to stop him!
To Travis' surprise, however, Paul dropped almost reverently to his knees and swallowed all 9+ inches of Travis' soft but still massive bull cock. With masterful skill, he sucked and milked Travis' monster cock as it involuntarily swelled once again. It was only a few minutes before the stud's super cock was back in rock hard mode and pulsing in Paul's throat.
Travis' beautiful blue eyes were wide with surprise, for no one had ever managed to deep throat his entire cock before — it was simply too big and far, far too thick. Paul had been correct; despite his stunning good looks, spectacular physique, super human endowment, and overwhelming sex appeal, Travis was secretly still a virgin. Oh, he’d been fucked a hundred times by other handsome jocks, his huge muscle butt hungrily accommodating even the biggest of stud dicks. However, no matter how many times he’d tried to fuck someone else, both with men and with women, no one could accommodate the great colossal BULK of his ridiculously oversized cock no matter how hard they’d tried. His dick’s record-breaking 16.5-inch length would have made most forms of sex impossible enough all on its own, but it was the cock’s gargantuan girth that truly rendered it useless for penetrative sex.
Until now.
There was a clearly visible and disturbingly thick bulge in Paul’s distended throat as he gobbled up and down on Travis' massively swollen knob. The sight didn’t look physically possible, but Paul didn’t even look like he was unduly struggling as he swallowed the young man’s massive truncheon all the way down to the base. With his cock shoved down to the hilt in the man’s spasming throat, Travis half expected his flaring cock head to explode in searing pain, fearing that he may be penetrating the man all the way down to his acid-filled stomach, but instead the most intense pleasure of his life began to spread in powerful waves from his groin.
Paul reached up with both hands and gently gripped both of Travis’ supremely heavy, dangling balls. The young muscle stud flinched at Paul’s touch, for his huge orbs were now in so much pain that even a gentle caress caused him considerable agony. Paul ignored the young man’s whimpering protests of pain, and started gently but firmly tugging on the gigantic sac of testicles as he continued to deep throat the young man’s colossal meat pole.
All the attention to his cock and balls was making Travis’ huge nuts roll with yet more churning baby batter, which only added to his pain. Yet despite the fact brutally heavy beating his balls had already received and the terror the young man was feeling at being at the photographer’s not-so-tender mercy, the very first blow job of the young man’s life was producing such overwhelming pleasure that it was actually starting to override the agony still pulsing from his bruised balls. Travis’ whole world started to focus down on the unbelievable waves of pleasure and pain emanating from his swollen and distended genitals. For Travis, Paul no longer existed. The stately home, the perfect cul-de-sac, simply vanished to him. Nothing existed but pleasure and pain.
The expert blow job must have lasted a good 10 or 15 minutes, and Travis could once again feel an almighty orgasm starting to build in his painfully cum-bloated nuts. Under normal circumstances, Travis would likely have blown his load after just a few minutes of such expert cock manipulation, but the brutal, throbbing ache in his nuts slowed the progress of his expanding arousal. Still, he knew he was starting to get close, and the randy young buck began to focus all of his energy on getting his massive rocks off. He was getting close! So close!
Paul slowly began pulling the mighty horse cock out of his throat, watching in amazement as inch after glistening, spit-soaked, throbbing inch of the unbelievably massive shaft came into view. Paul kept one hand clenched around the root of that awesome shaft as a seemingly endless length of hot man cock came out of his mouth, leaving behind a great hollow feeling in his forcefully expanded throat. Finally, the now fist-sized head popped wetly out of his mouth, and Paul was able to get his first clear look at Travis' hard monster cock.
Paul’s eyes widened in stunned disbelief at the sheer titanic SIZE of the brutal bull cock bobbing and pulsing right in front of his face. He had to scratch his earlier estimations of the cock's mammoth size, and he yanked a tape measure out of his short’s pocket to get an accurate calculation of the phallus’ stupendous length. He placed the end of the tape at the monstrously thick base of that awe-inspiring cock, and then unfurled inch after inch after inch of the tape measure along the member’s impossible length. When he got to the tip of the young man’s super human penis and saw the number there, Paul thought he might actually faint. 17.5 inches!! 17.5 mother-fucking INCHES!!!
Travis gazed down the length of his magnificently muscular body and read the number on the measuring tape, and his bright blue eyes widened in surprise as well. The young man loved frequently taking measurements of his various outrageously-huge dimensions — especially his mighty bull cock — so was very familiar with the exact parameters of his Herculean size. But the number he now read on that measuring tape was a full INCH longer than his cock had ever been before!! The fantastic blow job had gotten Travis harder than he’d ever been in his whole life, making his mammoth cock swell and bloat to near-bursting size! The skin over his swollen glans was stretched so tight that it had an almost glassy appearance, and the thick veins snaking all up and down his monumental shaft were so swollen and distended that they looked like they might burst right out of his skin. Travis’ cock was so brutally hard that it actually HURT, but it hurt in the most intensely pleasurable way possible.
"DAMN, boy!! There's NOTHING small on you, is there!?” Paul exclaimed, the lust and admiration clearly evident in his voice. He waggled the steel-hard cock in the air a couple of times, astounded by its size and power, and said, "This has GOT to be the granddaddy of all monster cocks!”
Paul stood up and released his grip of Travis' mammoth cock, picked up his camera again, and said, “Good! Now stroke it! I want to see you cum!”
Both men were dripping with sweat from the oppressive studio lights. Paul was also sweating with the excitement of having this utterly incomparable young bull stud literally by the balls. He had never seen such a spectacular specimen of pure, raw, masculine power and beauty in all his life, and here he was, completely helpless and in Paul's total control. His own not inconsiderable cock was rock hard in his jeans, and threatening to cum without him even touching it. Paul hadn’t cum hands free since he was a teenager, yet he had a feeling that the overwhelming raw sex appeal of the young muscle titan in front of him was going to get him off without any touching or coaxing whatsoever!
Paul walked behind Travis and freed just his right hand from the handcuffs, locking his left hand once again to the thick pole. Travis was too dazed to fully comprehend what was happening. Paul spit in Travis’ hug, muscular hand and placed it on his now throbbing rod.
"Now, stroke, Travis! Look hot for me."
At first, Travis was too confused and out of it to comply. His hand ran the length of his cock weakly, barely keeping its hold. This went on for several minutes, while Paul impatiently barked out orders like "Look this way!" and "Turn your head!" Paul finally set down the camera with force and stormed out of the room. Travis could hear Paul rummaging through the large, echoing house. In his haze, Travis wasn't able to estimate how long Paul was gone, but it must not have been long enough for his cock to lose interest; it was still hard as granite and pulsating as if blissfully unaware of the mortal danger it and the rest of its package was in.
When Paul finally re-emerged, he was rolling in an odd looking contraption. Travis, who was desperately trying to regain his wits, stared at the machine. Whatever it was, Paul was obsessively positioning it just right. When it was in position, he stepped out of the way so that Travis could fully see what it was.
Travis' beautiful eyes bulged in terror and he let out an involuntary howl of fear. A wave of such intense panic went through him that he instantly found himself lifted entirely from his haze and painfully aware of his situation.
Paul had positioned an automated baseball pitching machine across the large room Travis’ tightly bound form. Travis could hear the machine’s motor humming quietly, the mechanism making an occasional clicking sound as it patiently waited its trigger to start pumping out baseballs.
"Please, mister! Please don't..." Travis begged weakly.
The sight of this enormously massive and masculine stack of muscles reduced to a begging, sobbing mess only turned Paul on all the more. Ignoring the handsome stud’s pleas, Paul said, “In a moment, I'm going to start the next part of our shoot. I want to see you stroke that impossibly big cock of yours and blast out your load. I'll bet with nuts the size of melons, you pack quite a wallop! But I don't want it to take all day, so in order to incentivize you finishing quickly... " Paul paused.
He pushed a button on the machine and a baseball went sailing, colliding with brutal force into Travis' gorgeous washboard stomach.
THUD!!
Despite the incredible strength of the solid and impenetrable wall of corrugated muscle protecting his gut, Travis felt the wind knocked out of him, and he knew that the machine was set to a far higher power than was normally used for batting practice. He had practiced using such machines many times in his life, and so he knew that the baseballs shot from such devices were usually traveling between 80 and 90 miles per hour. The baseball that had just struck him square in the gut, however, had to have been speeding at about 120 to 130 miles per hour! If Paul shot baseballs at such speed at his already bruised and aching nuts…
"Oops, too high." Paul adjusted the device and fired again.
THUD!!
The second ball hit Travis in the belly again, perhaps an inch or so lower than before, again striking with stinging, pummeling force.
THUD!!
THUD!!
THUD!!
THUD!!
Paul kept making adjustments and launching baseballs, clearly toying with his prisoner, slowly creating two parallel lines of red marks down the length of Travis' phenomenal abdominal muscles. The cruel photographer was clearly avoiding striking the young man’s magnificently bloated cock with any of the baseballs, as the impacts invariably struck to one side or the other of the colossal tower of man meat. Travis flexed his gorgeous abs with each blow, protecting his gut and causing the ball to bounce harmlessly off of him, but he knew that there was nothing he could flex to protect his vulnerable groin.
Paul made yet another adjustment, and the next ball landed right at the base of the underside of Travis' rock-hard cock, right where the thick cock met the silky, hairless scrotum. Travis cried out in fresh pain as the baseball struck him with a beefy THUMP! His entire cock shuddered with the force of the blow, and flexed even harder in his big hand.
THUMP!!
THUMP!!
THUMP!!
THUMP!!
A second ball followed, and a third and a fourth and a fifth, all striking the base of that mighty column of manflesh. Amazingly, however, Travis’ raging boner didn't wilt in the slightest, but if anything swelled even larger under the abuse!
Paul knew it was time to get down to serious business, so he made another series of careful adjustments, and then launched the next ball.
THUD!!
This time the aim was dead on. The baseball hit Travis' swinging bull balls with a wet and beefy slap, crushing the incredibly low-hanging and utterly vulnerable organs against the thick steel pole and using it as a sort of a backstop. The impact was biased toward the right, and that nut took the brunt of the blow.
The baseball had barely bounced off and hit the ground when the delayed pain hit Travis. He let go of his cock and cradled his nuts in his free hand, letting out a mighty bellow that surely could have been heard a mile away. The outrageous pain was orders of magnitude greater than anything he’d yet experienced, and he was crying and screaming in an inhuman manner, clutching at his wounded balls with his massive hand. His balls were now so swollen that even Travis’ own oversized paw couldn't contain all of that meat, and the huge balls bulged out between his clenching fingers.
"Where was I? Ah yes! To give you an incentive to finish your orgasm in a timely manner, I'm going to continue firing baseballs at your nuts until SOMETHING blow Whether it’s your load or your testicles that blows is entirely up to you, as I’m not going to turn off this machine until you shoot your wad. so I suggest you start beating that humongous meat of yours….”
Travis' face froze in fear. He glanced over at the masts holding the automated cameras. Frequent bursts of light escaped the flashbulbs behind many of them, while he knew that others were making video recordings of the proceedings, now doubt catching the action from every conceivable viewpoint.
Travis totally ignored his raging cock and instead kept his hand firmly over his screaming balls.
Paul shook his head in sad disappointment and said, “I wouldn't do that if I were you…”
WHAM!!
A fresh baseball was sent flying, crashing squarely into Travis' hand, which did little to block the force over the blow. Had it not been for the restraints, Travis would have doubled over in intense agony as his balls were literally crushed by his own clutching hand. Despite every instinct telling him to keep his hand on his swollen balls, he stopped his futile effort to protect his boys and got to work on his cock. He knew his only chance to save his huge nuts from destruction would be to shoot his load before his balls were completely pulverized.
Travis tried desperately to think of the hottest sexual images you could think of. He replayed Paul's blow job, hoping to work out a load, but it was of marginal use.
THUD!!
THUD!!
THUD!!
Travis no sooner started feeling a load begin to build in his balls than another baseball, and then another and another, came crashing with deadly accuracy into his defenseless nuts. The pain was unreal, and Travis was having a difficult time trying to focus on anything erotic.
THUD!!
THUD!!
THUMP!!
The studio was filled with the din of the machine's motor, the pop of flashing lights, the wet slurping sound of the young muscle stud's hand pistoning his huge cock, and the inhuman grunting and screaming of Travis.
THUMP!!
THUMP!!
THUMP!!
By the eleventh baseball to his balls, Travis' dick started to become limp, not from lack of trying, but from the sheer distraction of having his huge baby makers slowly being pounded into baby food. The slight misalignment that was biasing the baseballs to strike Travis' right nut were causing that ball to swell dangerously. It was hanging even heavier in the sack than the left one and was throbbing constantly. Every time Travis jerked his cock, the tugging on his sack only inflamed the right ball more.
THUMP!!
ANOTHER baseball struck with brutal and deadly force. Travis knew his right nut had to be about to burst! How much more could it take!? The sound the baseballs made on impact was turning a bit softer and squishier, more of a wet splat, and the pain in the right ball was orders of magnitude greater than the left, which itself wasn't exactly being spared. Travis' panic grew, knowing his manhood was about to be ended and he forced himself to jerk. His cock was just starting to perk up again when...
THUMP!! WHUMP!! WHUMP!!
Three balls in rapid succession came crashing into the Travis' swinging spuds. His right nut was turning a deep purple. Most alarmingly, it was starting to turn a little numb...
WHUMP!!
Travis bit his lip and started jerking profusely. He focused every ounce of effort he could muster to think of the hottest sexual images he could conjure. His imagination worked in overdrive, filling his hormone-and-pain washed brain with images of football jocks joined in cum-splattering daisy chains, cum dripping off the faces of the hottest celebrities he could think of, the feeling of having his huge cock ramming down Paul’s convulsing throat. The imagery was working! His flagging cock was regaining its rock-hard solidness and rigidity!
WHUMP!!
Travis kept jerking faster and faster, and he could feel his balls starting to roll. This load was getting close. He recalled the image of a twink 'water boy' he'd bedded the other week, his face and upper body drenched in Travis' thick cum as he looked worshipfully up at the huge muscle stud jacking his cock above him. His cock surged with blood, growing even larger than before. It was rock hard and — as if it suddenly became aware of its mission — was close to blowing.
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
Another three-ball volley, this time striking with considerably more force. Paul had toggled the machine's settings to an even higher gear, further increasing the speed and force of each baseball. The digital readout on the machine’s display was now clocking 150 miles per hour! The brutal, pummeling, PUNISHING force being directed at the young man’s swelling nuts was simply unreal!
Travis could no longer feel his right nut, now swollen to absolute bursting. The left was turning beet red and was starting to hang lower in the sack as well. ‘Oh SHIT!’ Travis thought. ‘If I don't blow this load soon, my balls are gonna…'
SMACK!!!
‘Come on! Come ON!!’ Travis raged inside his own head as he coaxed himself toward release, fighting a growing sense of panic as he tried to find his nut. ‘If I don't cum, my big, beautiful balls are gonna be turned to mush! They're gonna pop like huge water balloons!!’
Suddenly, and quite to his surprise, Travis felt his cock twitch violently, and his pace of stroking quickened even more. It was the type of response that usually came while he was being bent over a table and plowed by a hung stud, like the beefy Latin wrestler who bent him over a table a few weeks ago, plowing so far into Travis that his big heavy Latin nuts slammed into Travis' ass with each thrust. Only the sensations this time around were even more powerful than anything Travis had felt before.
The heroically muscular teen titan suddenly bellowed, “MY BALLS ARE GOING TO BE TURN TO MUSH!! THEY’RE GONNA SPLATTER LIKE TWO FUCKING EGGS!!!”
SPLAT!!!!
The force of the baseballs continued to grow as Paul slowly continued to crank up the machine’s intensity. Travis' furious stroking went into blinding overdrive intensify as he shouted, “Oh CRAP, my balls are gonna POP!! They're gonna POP!!!”
Travis was suddenly no longer concentrating on cum-glazed jocks or getting fucked to work up his churning sex juices. Instead, he was getting turned on by the prospect of having his massive gonads turned into paste! It was the strangest, and hottest, stimulant he'd ever encountered! The pain radiating from his steadily flattening balls was actually turning him on, and the prospect of having one mushed to uselessness was strangely and enormously erotic!
SPLAAAT!!!!
Travis stroked faster and faster, his cock twitching and spasming. Paul’s eyes widened in utter awe as the colossal phallus swelled even bigger still, adding at least half an inch to its incredible length and bloating even wider! The stud’s moose cock looked like it could split in half at any moment, bursting under its own extraordinary internal pressures!
“OH SHIT!! I’M CUMMING!!!” Travis screamed as he threw his head back, his short brown hair matted to his forehead from sweat, as his almighty fuck stick lurched and pulsed like a wild beast.
SLAM!!! SPLAT!!! SPLAT!!! SPLUT!!! SPLAT!!! SPLAAT!!!
Multiple balls with virtually no delay between them laid waste to Travis' dangerously swollen manhood, threatening to obliterate the young man’s orgasm before it even began!
Then, with a power and ferocity Paul had never seen before, four thick ropes of semen shot out of the young man's cannon of a cock like they were being fired from a machine gun!
SQUIRT!! SQUIRT!! SQUIRT!! SQUIRT!!
Travis looked down in amazement as cum exploded from his jerking cock like thick streamers of pearlescent silly string. The young bull stud ALWAYS shot big, but this was a massive load even for him! Each mammoth wad of spunk was nearly thick as his finger and a good 5 or 6 feet long, with each monumental wad containing more potent stud sperm than a normal man could produce in a MONTH! The sheer power propelling those titanic wads was unreal; the 'shortest' distance handedly cleared seven feet (and even then only because the massive slug of sperm shot out more vertically than horizontally), while the most powerful blast actually struck Paul's pant legs, more than a dozen feet away!!
Paul glanced down at the unnaturally thick splooge painting a wide and almost blindingly white stripe down the entire length of one pant leg. The smelly, sticky ball juice looked to be almost clotted, having a consistency more like a thick custard than the usual, more liquid consistency of a typical man’s cum, and Paul realized that the extraordinarily virile stud’s ball spew must be exceptionally, INSANELY thick with the young man’s sperm! The great chunky globs of Travis’ seed ran slowly down Paul’s pants like molasses. Paul was so mesmerized by the sight that he barely looked up in time to dodge the next blistering salvo of spunk.
SQUIRT!!
WHACK!!! SPLAT!!! SPLAAAT!!! SLAP!!! SMOOSH!!!
SQUIRT!! SQUIRT!!
Two more impossibly huge ropes of cum shot out with even greater volume and intensity, striking Paul in the chest and belly and painting vividly white stripes across his gray shirt and onto his muscular arms. The feeling of the huge loads of hot liquid slashing against his skin almost made Paul shoot his own load then and there!
SPLAT!!! SPLASH!!! CRUNCH!!! SPLAT!!! SQUICK!!!
Travis could feel his incredibly dense and tough bull balls finally beginning to crumble, even as another pair of cum blasts rocketed from his cock, followed by another deadly barrage of baseballs.
SQUIRT!! SQUIRT!!
SLAM!!! SLAM!!! SPLAT!!! SPLAT!!! SMACK!!! SPLISH!!!
Travis' now horrifically swollen balls were visibly quivering in their bruised and battered sac with each terrible blow, making them look like they were now more jelly than solid. But those mighty lava factories were indeed frighteningly powerful and incredibly still whole, which they proved by pumping out yet another trio of cum blasts, each as massive and powerful as the first.
SQUIRT!! SQUIRT!! SQUIRT!!
Even after blasting out a DOZEN of the most MASSIVE ropes of cum that Paul had ever seen, Travis' already world record shattering load showed no signs of decreasing!!
Travis couldn’t understand why the baseball-launching machine was still pulverizing his humongous gonads — hadn’t he done exactly what the photographer wanted?!? He was shooting his load just as the man had demanded! So why wasn’t he turning the cruel machine off!?!
Paul could tell that Travis' balls were gravely weakened and near their breaking point. But he decided to throw caution to the wind, turning up the machine's power yet again and letting loose another murderous volley of baseballs.
THUMP!!! SPLAT!!! SPLOSH!!! CRACK!!!
Travis bellowed in unimaginable agony as his balls were forced to absorb each new blow, with no time in between to recover. Each baseball was now traveling at over 180 miles per hour, striking his swollen gonads with such awesome force that the huge orbs were crushed nearly flat, and were actually bending and distorting around the curve of the steel lamp post, attaining more and more unnatural shapes as they were steadily pummeled into sterility. Surely no man's balls, no matter how colossally huge and meaty, could take this much abuse!
SQUIRT!! SQUIRT!!
Yet ANOTHER epic pair of cum blasts rocketed from his thundering cock! The sheer unspeakable VOLUME of hot cum stored in those twin nuggies was truly astounding! Paul was stunned to feel the first rope of cum slash across his forearm and his face, and he moved his camera out of the way just in time before the next wad splashed across his chest and shoulders. This kid was a sex GOD!
“PLEASE!!! OH PLEASE TURN OFF THE MACHINE!!!” Travis bellowed through his tears, furiously flogging his convulsing bull cock. “I’M CUMMING JUST LIKE YOU ASKED!!! YOU PROMISED YOU’D TURN OFF THE MACHINE WHEN I CAME!!!”
SQUIRT!! SQUIRT!!
Paul dodged out of the way of these two mighty blasts, watching them splash wetly to the ground more than a dozen feet BEHIND him.
“No, my dear beefy boy, you misunderstood,” replied the smirking photographer with fake sincerity. “I’m not turning off this machine until you FINISH shooting your load! And judging from the way your freakishly huge cock is continuing to pump out your sperm, I’d say you’re not NEARLY finished yet!”
“NOOOO!!!!” bellowed the massively muscular lad as ANOTHER pair of mighty wads erupted from his pistoning cock.
SQUIRT!! SQUIRT!!
SPLOOSH!!!
The baseball careened into Travis' balls with a very wet splat, and the young man was certain his balls would explode at any moment, especially his swollen, purple, misshapen right nut, which had been receiving the lion’s share of the inhumanly brutal blows. At the same time, a truly massive gout of cum, even bigger than any that had come before, erupted from his cock with dizzying force, joining its brothers in painting yet another impossibly thick white line of goo nearly to the far wall of the huge room!
SPLURT!!!
CLUNCK!!!
Travis could actually hear the baseball strike the pole behind him — THROUGH his balls — making a metal clanging sound that reverberated up the steel pole. His balls felt like they had been reduced to liquid nut guts, but they proved their strength yet again by sending out two more massive gouts of sperm.
SPLURT!!! SPLURT!!!
These two almighty gouts of cum were, if anything, even whiter and thicker with undiluted sperm, the unholy force of the blows of the baseballs impacting with the young man’s beefy ball meat actually forcing even MORE sperm into the already unnaturally fertile cum loads!
A lust-crazed Paul started rapidly cranking the baseball machine to its highest settings, removing any safety protocols and going — literally — for broke. Each baseball was now being launched at over 200 miles an hour, and their speeds continued to climb.
SPLOTCH!!!!
SPLURT!!!!
SPLISH!!!!!!
SPLURT!!!!!!
CRUNCH!!!!!!!!
SPLURT!!!!!!!!
Both of Travis' nuts were now a vivid and dark purple, almost bordering on black, and they were swollen even beyond the size of large cantaloupes!! The pain radiating from his crumbling balls was truly unimaginable, and Travis knew that his huge bull balls, the ultimate source of incredible manhood and understandable pride, were at their breaking point. His mighty gonads had already endured a beating that would have burst any other man's balls a hundred times over, yet even his almighty bull balls had their limits.
With terror racing through his body, Travis mustered all of his remaining strength to fight against the steel restraints binding him hand and foot to the lamp post. His gargantuan muscles bulged mightily, creating an unutterably awesome display of raw masculine power and beauty...but to no avail. The shackles binding him at wrist and ankle were simply too thick and too strong for the mighty football jock to break.
The next salvo of deadly baseballs were launched so quickly, one right after the other, that the young man’s poor nuts didn’t even have time to plump back to something approaching their normal shape before the next devastating blow hit! The first baseball was fired at an astounding 230 miles per hour, and each ball after that increased that speed even further by another 10 miles per hour. Each baseball was a blinding blur as it rocketed across the short distance between the cannon’s muzzle and the young man’s defenseless and horrifically swollen balls, and each impact echoed with disturbing crunching and cracking sounds, almost like someone was tearing apart cartilage.
CRUNCH!!!
CRUNCH!!!
CRUNCH!!!
SPLISH!!!
SPLISH!!!
SPLOSH!!!
SPLOOSH!!!
SPLOOOOSH!!!
SPLURT!!!!!!!!!!
A final almighty wad of sperm erupted from Travis' massive cock, causing Paul to leap aside yet again to avoid being painted with another thick coating of man-cream white wash. The colossal load splashed against the far wall behind Paul, clearing a distance of more than 40 FEET from the gorgeous young muscle hunk and striking the wall with a very loud and wet SPLAT!!!! Judging from how high up Travis’ gelatinous sperm wad hit the wall, it was clear that this colossal slug of splooge would have easily cleared another dozen or more feet if the wall hadn’t been in the way!
Even MORE thick and impossibly chunky cum continued out of Travis' huge cock like a broken faucet as another half dozen or so weak pulses of spunk burped out of the young man’s achingly hard cock. The handsome lad’s earth-shattering orgasm had lasted well over a minute, and had produced a mind-boggling amount of nut spew! A considerable pool of spunk had formed beneath the gorgeous young stud, with more of the hot, white goo pouring out of his cock all the time. Paul watched as an unnaturally large, thick rope of sperm hung from Travis' bloated cock head, forming a thick, cream colored, unbroken column of liquid that stretched down from his still raging cock for very nearly to the floor.
The cum rope hung suspended for several moments, jiggling on the end of the young man's quivering penis as he moaned in abject agony. Travis felt like his tortured nuts had been reduced to a jellied mass of goo, and they were swollen and bruised and mangled almost beyond recognition. But amazingly, impossibly, miraculously, they were still alive and whole! Travis’ super human bull nuts, those paragons of strength and virility, had survived!! The exhausted muscle titan exhaled a profound sigh of relief as he slumped in his iron restraints.
SCRUUUU-U-UNCH!!!
Just when Travis finally thought he was safe, Paul launched another deadly projectile at the young man’s obscenely bloated nuts, the baseball careening forth at a speed of an unreal 310 miles per hour! The enormous rope of spunk hanging from Travis’ quivering bull cock was broken as yet another baseball tore through it on its way to its target. The sound of the baseball’s impact was deafening.
Travis' right nut, which had been the focus of so much abuse, just couldn't take it.
Everything happened in what seemed like slow motion. The baseball got drenched in cum as it tore through the hanging cum rope, traveled the remaining few inches to Travis' awaiting, defenseless balls in an instant. The baseball then collided squarely with the young man’s colossally swollen right nut, not with a THUD or a SPLAT or a CRUNCH, but with a painfully audible and very wet CRACK!!!!!
At that same moment, another wad of cum, Travis' 26th and by far the largest blast of sperm, shot out with the greatest force and volume seen yet, perhaps propelled with even greater power by the bursting of one of his mammoth nuts. It was an unholy river of cum over a dozen feet long and thicker than any of the previous loads, containing more supremely powerful jock sperm than most men could produce in an entire LIFETIME!!!
SPLUUU-U-U-U-U-U-U-URT!!!!!!!!!!
Travis' moans of pain and exhaustion suddenly stopped. His handsome head jerked forward and his eyes bulged, his mouth fixed in a noiseless 'O' and his face frozen in a mask of surprise and agony. The veins on his massive, bullish neck bulged and his chiseled abs rippled as every muscle in his massive body tensed.
BLOO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-OOSH!!!!!!!!!!
The final baseball was launched at maximum power, sailing at an incredible 325 miles per hour — very nearly the speed of sound!!! — and it quickly finished the job the previous baseball had started. Travis’ titanic right bollock had been fractured by the previous ball, its incredibly tough and fibrous outer wall finally failing and cracking under the extraordinary force of the blow. But even so, the young man’s right ball COULD have been saved. The delicate tubules and thick nut meat inside of that mighty shell were heavily traumatized, but still intact. A talented surgeon could have repaired the damage to the fibrous wall, sealing the split shut and saving the young man’s magnificent bollock.
But the final baseball obliterated any hope of salvaging that titanic right ball.
When the final baseball struck Travis’ big, swollen, and vulnerable right ball at 325 miles per hour, the already cracked gonad instantly and catastrophically blew apart in the sack. Travis’ purple and grossly swollen bollock immediately lost all integrity as the beefy nut guts exploded out of their shattered shell into the surrounding scrotum. The right side of Travis' scrotum now looked like it contained a shapeless mass of useless mush. The left ball still maintained its healthy egg shape, but was swollen to such a great size that it was clearly not in much better condition.
Though only a brief second actually transpired between the instant Travis went from being a virile, muscular young super stud with the two largest bull balls in the world to a defeated stack of muscles with half a sac, to Travis it seemed like an eternity. His mouth was still locked in an 'O', his brain too overwhelmed to generate the appropriate response...
“AAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGH!!!!!!!” Travis finally bellowed, his mighty lungs creating the most defining cry of agony yet. This thunderous roar was followed by incoherent howls of terror and pain as the young muscle man fully comprehended that he had just lost half of his legendary manhood.
Paul finally turned off the machine, noting with awe that it took a total of 65 baseballs to reduce one of Travis' heroically-oversized bull balls to mush, more than THREE TIMES as many as the previous record holder. Paul approached Travis, being careful not to slip in the huge streamers and ribbons and puddles of cock spew that stretched for more than 40 feet in front of the young muscle god. The sheer volume of spunk on the floor and painting Paul's own body was truly mind boggling. He estimated that Travis had just blown several QUARTS of man milk, and he struggled to grasp how even balls of such enormous size as those possessed by Travis could have stored so much sperm!
He grabbed Travis' rapidly swelling sack and fondled it roughly. The left nut, though swollen nearly as big as a melon, was still solid and intact. Its earlier hardness and density was a thing of the past, however, and Paul found that his fingers could now clench easily into the very heart of the young man's sole remaining testicle. Paul eagerly realized that it wouldn't take much to burst Travis' one remaining ball, and considered doing it right then and there, bursting the huge orb in his hands like an overripe piece of fruit.
But instead, Paul switched his attention to the pulverized mess on the right side of the sac. It certainly couldn’t be called a 'ball' anymore. The testicular remains were very soft and squishy, with one central mass and several smaller chunks all floating in a liquid mush. The abused testicle had literally blown to pieces with the horrific force of the final baseball. Paul grinned as the restrained stud continued to convulse and screech as he mauled and groped Travis' ruined right ball. The photographer took great pleasure in locating and crushing any remaining lumps of man meat with his bare fingers, until he was sure that he had destroyed any last surviving chunk of the young man’s once-mighty right bollock.
Paul released the young man's brutalized nutsac and walked behind him, unlocking the restraints that bound the huge titan to the lamp post. Travis immediately dropped to the elegantly tiled floor like a massive, 320-pound sack of potatoes, sobbing and clutching his ruined and mauled ballsac with both hands.
Through his haze of pain, Travis could see daylight spilling into the entry hall, and like a wounded animal he began to crawl on all fours toward it. He passed a stately statue of Greek inspiration sitting on a pedestal. He rounded an Italian leather couch. Such stately and civilized surroundings hardly seemed to blend with the savagery of a crippled young stud literally crawling to safety.
Paul, who was slipping his phone back into his pocket after sending a text, looked down at Travis. In Travis' pain-wracked mind, he thought he had made significant progress toward the door. In actuality, he'd gone only a dozen feet, and was crawling on his belly through his own thick ball spew. Paul walked behind him slowly and noticed that Travis' half ruined sack was dangling exceedingly heavy and low between his massive legs. The target was entirely too tempting to ignore...
CRUUUU-U-U-U-UNCH!!!!!!
“GAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!” Travis screamed at the top of his lungs as Paul's foot collided full force with his hanging man fruit, unerringly striking directly into the young man’s already nearly mortally wounded left bollock.
Paul’s leg had collided with Travis' defenseless package with such tremendous force that all 320+ pounds of offensive lineman was literally lifted from the ground by several inches. His right ball was further mashed and his left nut was on the verge of cracking. His beautiful, veiny cock, hanging heavy and still half hard, swung about wildly from the force of the impact.
Travis, too stunned and pained to go forward, toppled over and mercifully passed out.
Paul stood over the destroyed and defeated young muscle god and smiled contentedly. He looked forward to wrestling this young unconscious colossus of muscle down to his basement, where he’ll be able to extract even more enjoyment from the stunningly handsome hunk. And who knows, if he was careful and didn’t push this exceedingly tough kid TOO far, his remaining mammoth bull testicle might last another week or more before joining its brother.
And that was a very good thing, as the secretive society he worked for would no doubt want him to extract samples of the young man’s sperm. They ALWAYS seemed to have a use for prime stud jizz, and they certainly didn’t get any better than Travis Bradley. Why, even with just half a sack and only one viable ball, Paul didn’t doubt that he could milk out at least a few GALLONS of Grade AAA splooge from the handsome kid before he finally broke the stud’s last nut.
Oh yes, Paul was definitely looking forward to more quality time with his latest ‘client’!
****************
Kyle Bradley thanked the taxi driver and watched him pull away. The young man had never been outside of the Midwest before, and so the sight of the Pacific Ocean and the beautiful Long Beach mansions were all new and terribly exciting for him.
He walked up to the address written in the letter, rang the bell, and waited. The home before him was large and beautiful, unlike anything he’d seen back home. The street was shadowed by a slight early spring overcast, but that did nothing to mar the stunning beauty of the vista before him.
Kyle watched as a woman casually walked her designer toy dog in laps around the center island. The scene made Kyle much more relaxed about meeting for his first ever photo shoot in a private home. But, Kyle figured, he likely wasn't going to find an ax murder lurking in this palatial home with gorgeous ocean views, and besides, his big brother had sent him a letter singing the guy's praises just a couple of weeks ago.
The gorgeous young man reflected on the whirlwind of events of the past few weeks, and couldn’t believe that he was actually here in California. Kyle’s big brother Travis, who was also the young man’s best friend and hero, had sent him a letter telling about an awesome and lucrative opportunity out in California. Easy work and big money that could lead to success and stardom! Kyle was instantly sold, and the cash included with the letter was more than sufficient to fly the young man out here and get him to this gorgeous home.
Kyle had just turned 18 years old the previous week, and he still had some growing to do, it was clear that he was going to be the spitting image of his brother, just with somewhat darker hair. The high school senior was already 6-feet, 3-inches tall and 280 pounds of rock solid muscle and heartbreakingly handsome. And he was right on target to meet or even exceed his older brother’s mammoth, muscular size. Even though he wasn’t graduating high school until the summer, he already had more than a dozen talent scouts trying to recruit him to various universities, hoping to add the massive athlete to their college football teams.
In addition to his extraordinary strength and beauty, Kyle had also inherited the legendary Bradley family jewels. He and his older brother used to love to compare their equipment all the time growing up, with Travis good-naturedly teasing his young brother about ‘catching up’ to his even more overwhelmingly massive size. It had been well over a year since the two boys had compared the size of their cocks and balls, and Kyle was willing to bet that his were right on par with Travis’ now!
Speaking of Travis, his older brother was supposed to meet Kyle at this address. It had been more than a minute since he’d knocked on the front door, so the young stud fished the scrap of paper he was carrying in his back jeans pocket to confirm the address:
****************
Paul's address:
2121 Poseidon Vista Road
Long Beach, CA
You'll LOVE this guy!
Love Travis
****************
Just then, the doors opened with a soft whoosh. On the other side was a very handsome and well-built man in his early to mid 30's with a charming, disarming smile...
No comments:
Post a Comment