Jayse's Brutal Ball Busting Stories

I have collected, edited, and authored hundreds of ball busting stories involving brutal M/M action against some of the most handsome and hugely hung muscle men imaginable, and I wanted to finally share these stories on the web. These stories are all pure fiction and should NOT be tried at home. Even the herculean hunks in my stories sometimes don't survive with their balls intact, and if you acted out any of these stories, serious or fatal injury would result.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Manfred Wanks in the Woods - Part 1 - Original Version

Here's the first chapter in the original version. Poor Manfred is viciously used and abused, and then left chained overnight to a tree. Who knows that fate awaits him tomorrow...?

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Manfred Wanks in the Woods

by paladinblue

Manfred's family is rich. They owned a big house in a 12-acre birch forest that they also owned. It had been a month since Manfred's parents took off on their private jet on their second honeymoon in Europe, and Manfred is left alone on the estate, with all the freedom an 18- year-old ever dreamed of having. He hasn't worn any clothes for the past month now (except a pair of boots when he goes off on his daily trip into the woods) assured as he was that there wasn't anybody else on his vast estate to catch him strutting around in the nude.

Not that he would be embarrassed even if he was, At 6 feet tall, Manfred was proud of his young and athletic body, proud of the 180 pounds of pure muscle he had slowly accumulated over his teen years with all the work he put in pumping iron in his weights room at home.

Ever since his parents left, Manfred has developed a sort of daily ritual. He woke at 10, has a huge breakfast of half a dozen eggs, then works out in his weights room until afternoon, when the fun begins. In the afternoon, glistening with sweat from his workout, his muscles pumped and bulging from his exertions, Manfred puts on his boots as a sole article of clothing and walks out into the woods. There, confident that no one else was looking, Manfred will lean his back on the smooth bark of a birch tree, grab his flaccid dick, stroke it to its full 8 inches and ride on the very edge of orgasm for hours on end.

He'd only stop when the sky begins to darken and the woods grow cold, when he'd brace himself, violently jerk his dick and shoot his daily load in a massive orgasm.

Having pumped his prostate for over four hours, Manfred never fails to squirt a huge load: a dozen thick ropes of milky white cum every evening. It helped that he had balls the size of lemons too, with lots of sperm-making tissues to feed his ejaculation. Over the past month, he had marked thirty different trees with his cum, planted his living seed into their roots. Manfred saw it as a way of marking out, like an animal, what he saw (in the absence of his parents) as HIS territory.

One evening, having built up a particularly massive orgasm for five hours, Manfred was too engrossed by the waves of pleasure emanating from his penis to notice that five men had arrived and surrounded the tree he was reclining against. Manfred's eyes were closed, his mouth was still moaning with pleasure, even as four of the men grabbed each of his limbs and restrained him. Manfred's eyelids flew open with fear. He was too shocked to scream - and even if he did there was no one else about to hear him anyway. He struggled to get free, flexing his powerful arms, chest and legs against the strangers holding him. But his regimen of weightlifting in the morning had taken its toll. Manfred's muscles, big as they were, were exhausted from the exertion of all the bench presses, squats & flys earlier in the day. His pecs and biceps flexed in vain against his captors, who after all weren't particularly scrawny themselves.

Although all of them were shorter than Manfred, they were of stocky build with thick arms that could resist yielding to Manfred's struggles.

The fifth man stood alone, grinning. He eyed Manfred's body coyly, relishing the display of musculature the young man was giving in the struggles against the fifth man's compatriots.

"Tie him up," the fifth man said.

The two men holding onto Manfred's arms lifted them up to two sturdy low branches of the birch tree Manfred had originally intended to spray with his cum. The two burlier men hugging onto Manfred's thick calves slammed his legs onto the opposite sides of the birch tree's trunk. The fifth man, took out a long roll of duct tape and secured Manfred's wrists and ankles to the birch.

When he was finished, all four men let go, but Manfred continued his struggles against the duct tape. His torso was free, and Manfred seemed to be violently thrusting the air as he tried to release his arms and legs.

"What do you want!?" Manfred finally found his voice again, and screamed.

"Stop shouting," said the fifth man, "there is no one here to hear you. Most of what we want, you have already given us. For the past month, we've been filming you, photographing you. Nothing like watching a rich young wanker beat his meat for hours. Although I must say, you're very good at it. Who knew a man could make so much sperm? But with nuts the size of these, I don't expect any less." He laughed as he prodded Manfred's testicles with his finger, bulging with the day's unspent load.

"You're being filmed and photographed as we speak by the way," the fifth man added. All around him, the other men were fiddling with cameras, taking snaps of Manfred's face and dick and abs. "But all this is a little boring: a fid young lad jerking off. C'mon, let's make this a little more....interesting."

The fifth man grabbed and tore off a bunch of twigs from the birch trees and taped them together at one end, like a brush. He weighed it meditatively, then suddenly began striking Manfred over his chest, his inner thighs and throbbing penis. Manfred yelped with each strike and begged the man to stop. The birch twigs were leaving red welts of pain all over Manfred's chiseled body.

Tears began to form at the corners of the young man's eyes.

"Crying already? That was just the overture!" The fifth man said as he used the twigs tow whip at Manfred's massive bull balls. Manfred screamed, but the man didn't stop. His scrotum was turning an angry red and retreating into his abdomen.

"my balls, not my balls....please. my balls, my balls," Manfred was whimpering senselessly with tears running down the sides of his boyish face. His powerful and manly frame looked spent as it sagged helplessly from its restraints.

"Don't worry," the fifth man said as he grabbed hold of Manfred's testicles, "they're still alright. Can't you feel them?" And he squeezed them viciously.

"NO!!" Manfred hollered, and thrust his body up and down in pain. His abs rippled with the continual agony of his balls.

The fifth man dug a long thumbnail into Manfred's right testicle, making the young man (barely out of boyhood) scream like a wounded animal. When he let go of the pair of boy-balls, Manfred regained enough of his senses to shout curses at his captors, threatening them with lawsuits.

The fifth man laughed. "Take any action against us," he said, "and we'll release all the photos and tapes of you jerking it off. Got that? Now shut up while I punish you for your insolence." He stepped back and threw all his weight behind a kick to Manfred's testicles. The steel-toed boot caught Manfred's right nut perfectly and flattened it against the bark of the tree behind it.

Manfred grew senseless with tears again, as the fifth man drove punch after punch into Manfred's family jewels. Each time he punched, the fifth man ground his knuckles into he tender meat of Manfred's manhood, mashing it until it swelled to twice its normal size.

"Wow," the fifth man said in mocking awe, "these nuts are big. We could use them to play tennis if we cut them off."

He held Manfred's right testicle in his hand. Only one ball could fit at a time on his hand now. It felt heavy, and was dark from all the bruising. The young man's balls looked like a pair of plums ripe for plucking. One of the other men brought out and opened a box full of small pins. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, Manfred was too dazed with his present pain to notice it and deduce what it meant for him and his testicles.

The fifth man picked up a long, sharp pin in his right hand while gently massaging Manfred's right nut in his left hand. He poked at the boy's scrotal skin with the pin, then slowly drove it deep into the heart of Manfred's baby-maker.

The young man let out high-pitched scream after scream, as though he were having some sort of orgasm. Despite the pain, Manfred's dick began to thicken and rise to its full 8 inches. The fifth man noticed it and began stroking the boy's dick. It quivered with pleasure, and its purple head peeked out from under its foreskin, a head as purple as the bruised balls that hung beneath it.

"Seems like you enjoy this sort of stuff, pretty boy," the fifth man mocked as he drove another pin into Manfred's right orb. It was a thicker pin this time, a fatter pin. A drop of blood oozed out at its point of entry. He took two smaller pins and pierced both of Manfred's dime-sized nipples, then took a long pin and drove it through the bulging head of Manfred's penis. Manfred screamed in a mix of agony and pleasure, and began thrusting his hips, releasing the pent up load for the day. Twelve long streaks of blood mixed with sperm shot out of his cock and struck the fifth man on the face. The fifth man relished it, gathering off all the virgin cum from his face with the palm of his hand and licking it off.

"That's all the fun for tonight, wanker. We'll come back tomorrow....if we feel like it," said the fifth man as he left with his compatriots, leaving Manfred still tied to the tree, with a limp cock pierced through the head, pins through his genitals and nipples and sobbing uncontrollably.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Manfred Wanks in the Woods - Part 1 - Jayse Version

I discovered the original version of this two-part series a few years ago, and found it to be extraordinarily hot! So I knew that I HAD to put my own spin on it. I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Manfred Wanks in the Woods - Part 1

Based on an original story by paladinblue

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“Test subject is continuing to show rapid development that is off the charts. All parameters are within the uppermost ranges, and continue to increase.”

“Continue monitoring the subject. I have a new test in mind that will push the limits of our handsome young ward, and see just how successful our Program has become.”

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Manfred's family was extremely wealthy. They owned a big mansion on a 500-acre estate, secluded from their other very exclusive neighbors within a dense oak and birch forest. Manfred was an only child, and his parents' estate had always been his personal playground. He knew every inch of the vast property like the back of his hand.

Manfred had just graduated from college preparatory school and turned 18 a month prior, just before his parents decided to tour around Europe on their private jet to celebrate their second honeymoon, leaving their son alone and in charge of the house. They were going to be gone for the entire summer, giving their son more freedom than he could have dreamed of.

A month had now gone by since his parents had left on vacation, and Manfred had very quickly adapted to his new freedom and developed a daily routine. It was a beautiful warm summer out in the country, and so Manfred had chosen to not wear any clothes for the past month (except for a pair of boots for when he went on his daily trip into the woods). The servants were also on holiday for the summer, and the estate was so remote that Manfred could feel assured that there wouldn't be anyone else on the vast estate to catch him strutting around in the nude.

Not that Manfred would have been the least embarrassed even if he had been caught naked. At 6 feet, 3 inches tall and more than 280 pounds of rock hard beefy muscle, Manfred was understandably proud of his young and extraordinarily athletic body, proud of the huge slabs of pure muscle he had so rapidly accumulated during his teen years. Manfred had been pumping iron since puberty (which hit him young at the tender age of 10), and his body had proven to be extraordinarily eager to pack on the pounds. The handsome young hulk had never touched steroids, as he had never needed to -- his body packed on quality muscle weight naturally. At the age of 18, Manfred already possessed a physique that would be the envy of super heavyweight professional bodybuilders 10 or 15 years his senior…and he was still growing!

His dedication to fitness and muscle building had led his parents to invest in a state-of-the-art weight room inside the mansion, and that's where Manfred had decided to spend the majority of his summer break before starting college in the fall. The young man had managed to build his extraordinary physique simply by squeezing in sporadic gym time here and there between classes and other scholastic activities, for he had always been first and foremost devoted to his education. Manfred was as extraordinarily intelligent and bright as he was handsome and muscular, and the bookish hunk had been taking college-level courses since he was 13.

Now that he had a full three-month-long break from school, however, Manfred had set a goal of seeing how much muscle he could pack on before leaving for university in the fall. If he was capable of packing on as much weight as he had through irregular and scattered workouts, then imagine what he could accomplish if he was able to focus on fitness! Already, Manfred knew he was on the right track, as he had already managed to gain 16 pounds of beef in just 30 days! With two more months to go in the summer, he knew he would be well over the 300-pound mark by the time he went off to college.

Manfred had developed a sort of daily ritual. He woke at 6, had a huge breakfast that included more than a dozen eggs and four large chicken breasts, then worked out in his weight room for about 4 hours. He then took a break for an even more enormous lunch, and then worked out for another 2 or 3 hours until mid afternoon, just pumping his huge muscles to the max.

That was when the fun would truly begin.

Manfred was an incredibly randy and horny young man, even for an 18-year-old, but judging from the awesome size of the block and tackle swinging pendulously between his thickly muscular thighs, it was no surprise that the handsome youth would have a libido that was off the charts.

Since he was 10 years old, it was all Manfred could do to not beat off all day long, and it had only gotten worse as he got older. The vast quantities of sperm churning in his huge bull nuts made him at least half hard virtually all of the time. But the extraordinarily handsome young man had an equally extraordinary amount of self-control, and he had learned in boarding school to resist touching himself for hours at a time, letting his massive load grow and grow within his powerful balls until his mighty gonads positively ached for release.

Manfred possessed a set of truly massive bull nuts that were no mere showpieces - they were mighty lava factories built for endurance, and they cranked out premium baby batter at a phenomenal rate.

At school, Manfred was often so horny that he had a difficult time focusing on class, so sometimes he went to the restroom during a break between classes to crank out a load or three and relieve some of the congestion building in his big balls. Frequent masturbation, sometimes more than 10 times a day, was required in order to keep from developing a massive case of blue balls, and to keep his mind on his studies.

Now that he was on summer break, however, Manfred was extending his training to his mammoth balls, and was trying to see if he could train himself to make it through an entire day without needing to constantly blow a nut. The first two weeks were very difficult, and he was walking bow-legged by the afternoon due to the raging congestion and swelling in his huge nuts, but then he started getting used to it, and actually began to enjoy the deep ache in his beefy bull nuts. He saved up his load all day so that he could follow his marathon workout with a marathon wanking session.

In the afternoon, glistening with sweat from his massive hours-long workout, his muscles pumped and bulging to their maximum dimensions from his exertions, Manfred would put on his boots and walk out into the woods. There, confident that no one else was looking, Manfred would pick a particularly large and sturdy tree, lean his hugely muscular back against the tree's rough bark, and then grab his huge flaccid dick in one of his big hands.

Not surprisingly, Manfred's horse cock was as huge and beefy as the rest of his phenomenal physique. The massive uncut cock hung down just over 11 inches when completely soft, making it larger soft than 99.9% of the hard cocks in the world. Even limp, Manfred's cock was as thick as a beer can, the meaty shaft covered with a tracery of thick veins and the massive head covered in a thick, silky cowl of foreskin.

After a day of purposefully ignoring the huge truncheon swinging between his legs, it wouldn’t take long for Manfred to fist his cock into a rock solid boner. It would take less than a dozen powerful heartbeats to engorge that massive tubesteak to its maximum dimensions, making it swell to an even more gargantuan size, growing thicker and impossibly longer until his proud elephant trunk of a cock would jut skyward. Fully hard, Manfred’s colossal cock was a true monster, measuring just over 16 inches in length and as thick as the business end of a baseball bat. The mighty organ was as solid as warm steel and ramrod straight with just a hint of an upward bend. The mighty muscles and ligaments at the base of the cock were more than strong enough to point that jutting, rutting bazooka of a cock straight up, cranking the tremendous weight of the meaty organ completely vertical when men blessed with a cock of even half that size often struggled to get their cocks above horizontal.

The achingly handsome young stud possessed what had to be the largest cock in human history, and he took great pleasure from it.

With his throbbing cock arching skyward, Manfred’s swollen bull balls were fully visible…though even the massive girth and length of his flaccid horse dick could really only partially conceal such a huge pair of beefy gonads. Whatever strange genetic twist of fate that had blessed Manfred with his extraordinary physique and super human cock must have gone into overdrive when it came to his balls, for even on this massively built and hung super stud, his balls were downright monstrous and obscene.

Manfred’s huge balls hung in a very large and very loose scrotum, allowing the massive man orbs to hang down incredibly far in their sac. On a warm summer day, the young stud’s balls were fully relaxed and loose, hanging almost 5 inches from his crotch, an almost unheard of natural dangle. The cause for such a huge hang, however, was obvious – Manfred’s bull balls were so huge and so heavy that they pulled and weighed down his scrotum like a pair of massive lead weights. The mighty orbs were even heavier than they looked, and it was surprising that the young man's overburdened ball bag was ONLY stretched to 5 inches. It made one wonder -- if Manfred’s balls were hanging this low at the tender young age of 18, then think of how low they might be when he was 30! Or 40!!

Each goliath gonad was larger than the largest of lemons, actually larger than all but the largest of grapefruits. Manfred's twin fist-sized lumps of man flesh were incredibly dense, absolutely packed with sperm- and testosterone-producing tissues. The dense meat in Manfred's balls produced a truly mind-boggling quantity of stud spunk each day, and also had an awesome storage capacity, which was a good thing or else the young man's horse cock would be dripping thick ropes of cum all day long. The young muscle balls were literally swimming in male hormones, so it was no wonder that the handsome stud was so overwhelmingly muscular and masculine.

Manfred's monstrous balls were each encased in an unusually tough and fibrous outer wall, providing added protection to an already resilient and tough pair of bull nuts. This incredibly durable shell had already served Manfred well several times in his young life; the other boys in boarding school were jealous of Manfred’s extraordinarily handsome looks, his magnificent physique, and his oversized genitals, and so his huge balls had been the subject of vicious sneak attacks on over a dozen occasions.

While Manfred's balls were just as sensitive as the next man's -- in fact, due to the extraordinary density and meatiness of the young man's gargantuan nuts, the huge orbs also had an unusually high number of nerve receptors, making them actually more sensitive to pain than the average man's balls -- their thick, protective outer wall had deflected even the most brutal of blows, leaving the tender and delicate inner tissues unscathed.

Manfred had learned to endure the brutal pain of a ball busting, sometimes even allowing another student to land a powerful blow in his nuts in order to gain the tactical advantage in a fight. Though definitely not violent by nature, Manfred often found himself the target of unprovoked attacks, and the huge and handsome had never lost a fight. Even when he was once jumped by over a dozen students, he walked away from the altercation with nothing more than some residual soreness in his thoroughly busted nuts, while making short work of his assailants.

The only downside to having such a powerful and tough outer wall protecting his nuts is that Manfred's balls couldn't swell to accommodate the awesome sperm-generating capacity of his powerhouse ball meat. As his mammoth bull nuts would bloat with unshed spunk, the pressure in his balls would gradually increase. This congestion led to frequent and monstrous cases of blue balls, and it used to be common in the boarding school dormitories for Manfred to have three or four powerful and purging nocturnal emissions each night, soaking and resoaking his bed sheets and mattress with mighty loads of his stud sperm. Manfred had to change the sheets on his bed virtually every night, and usually had to replace his mattress once or twice a month. His bunk bed mates also quickly learned that Manfred always got the bottom bunk, as who wanted a gallon of another boy’s spunk dripping down onto his body in the middle of the night?

Indeed, Manfred's behemoth bull balls were paragons of masculinity, their great size, toughness, and sperm-generating power the stuff of legend at his former boarding school.

Outside in the vast wooded expanse of his family's estate, Manfred didn’t have to worry about hiding his genitals or suffering a sneak attack. Here he could lean his massive, powerfully muscular back against the trunk of a large tree, take his huge teen stud cock in his big hands, and begin to stroke its massive length, all without anyone watching or hassling him. The uber-hung muscle giant loved nothing more than to edge his cock, letting the vast quantity of stud juices packed in his balls boil and churn. The young man would ride on the very edge of orgasm for sometimes hours on end until his balls felt like they might literally explode, the congestion in his massive gonads generating a throbbing agony as if they were being struck by mighty hammer blows, again and again and again. The knee buckling agony in his screaming spuds only turned Manfred on even more, for the bull-necked youth knew he had the biggest, toughest, most powerful balls in the world. He wanted to push the boundaries of their awesome resilience, test his own ability to endure pain, and see just how far he could push himself.

All the stimulation and abuse of his mammoth cock and balls caused Manfred to precum like mad. By the end of an hours-long wanking session, it was not uncommon for Manfred's cock and balls to be slick with clear cock snot, with long snail trails running down his columnar thighs and a sticky puddle of precum on the ground between his wide-spread legs.

But all good things must eventually come to an end. As the sky would begin to darken and the woods grow cool, Manfred would turn around and brace himself against the sturdy tree, violently jerk his dick, and shoot his daily load in a massive orgasm all over the trunk of the tree. Having primed his balls for up to four or more hours, Manfred never failed to squirt out a magnificent load, blasting out dozens and dozens of thick ropes of milky white cum.

Manfred's cum was so rich with sperm that it had the consistency of a very thick custard, unbelievably dense and gloopy. Each blast of cum was a rope as thick as a pencil and several feet long, and rocketed out with a fury like it was being shot from a cannon. One time, in the large shower room back in his high school gymnasium, Manfred had measured the distance his cum loads travelled, and estimated it to be well over 20 feet. He couldn't tell for sure, as his wads of cum hit high up on the tiled wall 20 feet away before slowly oozing down to the floor, but regardless of the exact distance, Manfred knew that he probably held the world’s record for farthest cum shot…not to mention the largest!

Manfred would typically cum for over a full minute, sometimes as much as two minutes, shooting blast after massive blast of cum and shellacking the tree with a white wash of his thick teen splooge. When his orgasm would finally end, the entire tree truck would be liberally coated with more than a quart of his thick ball paste, running in slow chunky rivers down the bark of the tree to pool around its roots.

Over the past month, Manfred had marked thirty different big trees with his cum, planting his living seed into their roots and nourishing the trees with a massive injection of pure protein. Manfred saw it as a way of marking out, like an animal, what he saw as HIS territory.

After a marathon wanking session, and with plenty of unspent sperm still packed in his nuts, a naked Manfred would saunter back up to the house, shower, eat a massive dinner (even bigger than his lunch!), and head early to bed. His balls would still ache with unreleased sperm, the ache building bigger and bigger each day, as his balls produced more sperm each day than he could release in just one orgasm. Manfred was training himself to shoot greater and greater quantities of spunk during his daily orgasm, and he was succeeding, but his ability to blast out cum was still lagging behind his balls’ phenomenal ability to produce it. He realized that he might eventually have to jerk off a bunch of times in a row to reduce the pressure levels building in his nuts, but for now, he was learning to endure the growing pain.

Manfred always made sure that he got plenty of rest, so that he could get up at dawn the next morning and repeat the whole process.

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“Sir, intruders have been detected crossing the western perimeter of the property, and are heading toward the residence. There are five men, and all appear to be armed. Shall I send in a team to intercept and neutralize the intruders?”

“No, let them proceed unmolested. I have been aware of the presence of these potential intruders for several months. They are a group of ex mercenaries who have turned to a life of crime. They've hit several of the estates in the area, seeming to always know when the residents are on vacation. They have been casing the subject’s residence for more than six weeks, and they intend to hit it tonight. No, I’ve decided to use these intruders as a test for our young subject. It’s time we got a little more directly involved in his progress and development, and start really testing his limits…”

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On this particular late afternoon, after a balmy and warm summer day, Manfred has been building up a particularly massive orgasm for more than five hours. So much precum has been dripping and burping from his bloated horse dick that an actual puddle of clear and sticky goo has formed between his big, muscular feet. His bloated bull balls feel like they are on fire, thundering with a mighty, throbbing ache that makes Manfred's toes curl and takes him to unimaginable heights of pleasure and pain.

The sun is fading in the west, and Manfred decides it's time to finish his personal torment for the day, and shoot his enormous wad. He turns to face the tree, a huge oak, and starts fisting his cum-slick cock with blinding speed, the mammoth muscles in his arm bulging and flexing obscenely as his hand pistons his bloated bull dick.

Manfred is so engrossed by the waves of pleasure emanating from his crotch that he doesn't notice the five masked men step out of hiding from the woods around him, surrounding him with their malevolent presence. The men are dressed head to toe in black, form fitting clothes, only their mouths and dark eyes visible through the holes in their black ski masks. The clothes do nothing to disguise the fact that these men are all huge and exceedingly muscular, a couple of them even approaching Manfred's own colossal mass.

The handsome teen's beautiful blue eyes are closed, his perfect lips parted as he moaned softly in pleasure, the massive muscles of his right arm bulging and flexing, his huge, muscular hand a blur on his rampant horse cock, thick strings of clear cock snot whipping from his gaping cockhead as a mighty orgasm began to build in his powerful loins.

At some unspoken signal, four of the men rush forward and grab onto Manfred's arms, two to a side. The young man's eyelid snap open with surprise and fear, but he is too shocked to cry out or fight. He lets out a startled grunt as the four assailants spin him around and slam his naked back against the rough bark of the tree, and pull his enormously muscular arms upward. He begins to struggle against his aggressors, but he is too late; within seconds, manacles are snapped around each of Manfred's thick wrists, and a chain looped from each shackle around two of the sturdy lower limbs of the oak tree. Manfred's beautiful blue eyes dart around in shock and fear as his mighty arms are quickly immobilized.

The four men then make quick work securing his legs as well, with a manacle around each ankle and a chain connecting the two shackles looping around the trunk of the massive tree. The chain is relatively short, so Manfred's legs are forced behind him, straddling the base of the tree and forcing his bare and enormously muscular bubble butt hard against the precum soaked tree trunk, the very tree that Manfred had intended to spray with his mega load of sperm.

In less than 10 seconds, Manfred's immobilization is complete. He struggles to get free, flexing his immensely powerful arms, chest, and legs against the heavy steel chains securing him to the tree. But even without his regimen of weightlifting that day and the temporary exhaustion in his enormous muscles, Manfred's great strength cannot snap metal chains that are nearly an inch thick.

The men back away from their captive, and seem to study him and assess him as he continues to struggle, his massive naked muscles flexing spectacularly but futilely, his gigantic rampant cock bobbing and flexing as well. The young man is obviously consumed by fear, yet he continues to struggle valiantly against his shackles.

No one has said a word.

The fifth man, by far the largest of the bunch, stands alone. His steel gray eyes lustily pour over Manfred's gorgeously muscular body, relishing the spectacular display of musculature the young man is providing in his struggles against his chains.

After several minutes of violent but fruitless struggles, Manfred's surprisingly deep voice breaks the stillness. "What do you want from me!?" Manfred finally shouts, his voice quavering slightly with fear.

"Stop your yelling, pretty boy" says the fifth man with a wry grin. "There is no one who will hear you."

"And to answer your question, most of what we want, you have already given us. You see, we've been staking out this estate for a couple of months, waiting for a ripe moment, such as the owners going on vacation. At first, when we learned that their teenage son wasn't going with them, we made ready to move on to easier pastures."

"But then we got a good look at you, and your daily rituals and routines, and we knew that we'd hit the jackpot. Fuckin' huge stallion like you, hung like a stud bull and prettier than any girl we'd ever seen! Oh yeah, we knew that a muscle stud like you could bring in top dollar."

"For the past month, we've been secretly filming you, photographing you, studying you. We even planted cameras inside your house, the better to catch your every move. When you eat, when you slept, hell, we even film you when you take a shit. And you had no idea we were even there!”

"Your workouts are impressive, boy, I'll give you that. You throw around some mighty big weights, especially for a mere lad, and I don't recall ever hearing of anyone bench pressing 1,200 pounds...let alone for 3 sets of 10! Aye, you're as strong as an ox, you are."

"I have to say, though, nothin' has compared to watching a rich and handsome stud like you wanking his huge meat for hours. And I gotta admit, you're very good at it. Who knew a man could make so much sperm!? But with nuts the size of these, I don't expect anything less."

The big man laughs, and he steps forward to prod Manfred's huge testicles with a black-gloved hand for emphasis, the massive orbs bulging with the day's unspent load. The poking fingers set Manfred's balls to swaying gently between his massively muscular thighs, looking almost like a bisected bowling ball encased in an oversized sock of smooth, pink flesh.

"You're being filmed as we speak, by the way," the big man adds, grinning at the look of panic in the young man's brilliant blue eyes. "We'll no doubt make a fortune from selling our videos and photos of your workouts and jack off sessions. Though they'll probably think we used CGI to enhance your 'performance'."

All four of the other men laugh at the big man's joke.

"But that's not all. After you shoot your big stinkin' load and head back into your little mansion, my boys and I come out here and gather up as much of your sperm as we can, and store it away in special cryogenic canisters. You see, there's a very lucrative black market for prime stud sperm, and you my friend are the prime to beat all primes. The thick and gamey spunk from a huge and handsome young stud like you will sell for $10,000 an ounce on the black market...and we've managed to scrape several gallons of your stud splooge off of the trees and the ground. Sure, there's a bit of bark and dirt mixed in with your thick baby batter, but that shouldn't prevent spunk as potent as yours from producing lots and lots of big, beautiful babies. In fact, I had one of my boys here take a sample of your splooge to a private lab, and not only is your sperm count literally off the fucking charts, but the sperm itself is very tough, able to survive harsh conditions for hours that would kill a regular man's sperm in minutes. Yeah, it looks like your spunk is just as strong and tough as the rest of you, and will earn us top dollar."

Manfred's blue eyes fill with greater and greater horror as the big man's words sink in. They had been stealing his man cream for weeks, and were intending to sell it so people could conceive babies! They would make him a father, perhaps hundreds and hundreds of times over, against his will!!

"Oh yes, I see that you comprehend what I'm saying. Yeah, in just a few years, there will be dozens, perhaps hundreds, of beautiful little boys and girls running around, looking a lot...like...you." The big man jabs two of his thick fingers into the heavy, hanging meat of one of Manfred's massive pecs. "And the boys, they will no doubt inherit your handsome looks, massive physique, and gargantuan cock and balls."

"These videos we've filmed of you are about to be released and will go viral in a matter of hours, and with advertising like that, your spunk is going to fly off the shelves. Yup, these big babies are gonna make us a fortune." As the big man speaks, his black gloved hand pats the underside of Manfred's cum-bloated balls, making the huge orbs jiggle suggestively in their big, smooth pouch.

"But all of this is a little boring after a while -- an incredibly fit and muscular young lad, jerking off his enormous trouser snake and blowing buckets of man chowder. Extremely hot, yes, but very repetitive. So tonight we've decided to make this a little more...interesting."

The fifth man walks over to a nearby birch tree and tears off several dozen small branches, stripping off the leaves and tying them together at one end, forming a brush of sorts. The twigs are about two feet long, green yet a bit woody, and the big man seems to weigh it meditatively for several long moments. Then without warning, he suddenly begins striking Manfred over his massively muscular chest, using both forehand and backhand swings over and over again to strike the young man's flawlessly smooth skin. Manfred yelps with each blow, for the twigs sting sharply as they strike his bulging meaty pecs. The cruel man pays extra attention to Manfred's big, sensitive nipples, causing the young man to cry out in pain as the tough twigs snap sharply against the meaty nubs of his thick nips.

The gathered men notice with interest and approval that the young stud's massive, 16-inch cock has not grown the slightest bit limp this entire time, and in fact continues to throb with barely repressed need. This young buck is a powerful one indeed.

Within 5 minutes, the wide and incredibly thick plates of Manfred's mammoth chest are criss-crossed with red welts, and the big tormentor moves on to his corrugated sides and chiseled cobblestone abs, and then his inner thighs, gradually zeroing in on the young man's giant cock. When the big man strikes Manfred's rock hard cannon of a cock for the first time, the sting is so sharp and immediate that the young man is silent, his eyes bulging as his mind tries to encompass the pain. On the second strike, just below the massively swollen cock head this time, Manfred finds his voice and bellows in pain. Tears begin to stream from his eyes as the beating of his glorious horse cock continues, and he begs for them to stop.

After a good 20 minutes or so of beating the young muscle stud with a switch, the big man pauses and says, "Why do you keep asking me to stop, lad? It's clear that your cock is enjoying the attention. Just look at how much goo is pouring from your ridiculously oversized dick!”

Despite the stinging pain from all over his torso, thighs, and especially his cock, Manfred looks down and sees to his horror that his huge, lacerated cock is indeed pouring forth thick ropes of clear precum like a broken pipe. His entire rod is positively slick with the stuff, and the puddle in the dirt beneath him is continuing to grow.

The five men take several long moments to admire the beautiful and gloriously powerful physique of their handsome young captive, and the red welts that now cover so much of that beautiful and perfect flesh.

Manfred is openly sobbing now, terrified and in pain, and afraid of what these cruel and brutal men might do to him next.

"Crying already? That was just the overture!" The fifth man says as he now uses the twigs to whip at Manfred's massive and unprotected bull balls. Manfred screams as the twigs sharply swat at this huge nuts, again and again, but the big man doesn't stop. Manfred's scrotum starts to turn an angry red and tries to retreat into his abdomen.

"My balls, not my balls….please! My balls, my balls!” Manfred whimpers senselessly with tears running down the sides of his boyish and breathtakingly handsome face. His powerful and manly frame already looks spent as it sags helplessly from its restraints.

"Don't worry," the big man says as he throws down the birch switch and grabs hold of Manfred's testicles, each orb filling the man's huge hands to overflowing. "They're still alright. Can't you feel them?" And with that, he begin viciously squeezing the trapped gonads in his powerful hands.

"NO!!" Manfred hollers, and thrusts his body up and down in terrible, gut-wrenching pain. His gigantic orbs deform grotesquely in the big man's hands, bending and bulging around his gripping fingers as they try to dig into the very heart of his maleness, his being. Manfred's abs ripple spectacularly with the continual assault on his balls. Such a crushing grip would have caused Manfred terrible agony under any circumstances, but the fact that his huge gonads are positively bloated and aching with spunk only serves to magnify the pain tenfold.

"Wow!" the fifth man said in mocking awe, "these nuts are fucking huge! We could use them to play softball if we cut them off. Shit, or maybe even bowling!" The other men laughed at his joke, even as the big man readies for the next assault.

The fifth man dug his thumbs as deeply as he could into both huge testicles, making the young man (barely out of boyhood, really, despite his awesome and spectacular size) scream like a wounded animal. He squeezed harder and harder, apparently trying to dig his thumbs through to the other side of the massive nuts, but the incredibly tough shell of Manfred's balls defeated all attempts, protecting the tender and thick ball meat within. When the big man finally let go of the pair of humongous boy-balls, Manfred regained enough of his senses to shout curses at his captors, threatening them with lawsuits and bodily harm.

The fifth man laughed. "You're not really in a position to be issuing threats, Manfred. We can do whatever we want to you, and you'll never be able to touch us. Besides, if you take any action against us," he says with a smug grin, "we'll come back and kill you and your parents. Got that? Now shut up while I punish you for your insolence."

The big man steps back and throws all of his considerable weight behind a kick to Manfred's testicles. The bound and shackled young stud is immobile and powerless to avoid the blow. The man's steel-toed boot catches Manfred's huge right nut perfectly and flattens it against the rough bark of the tree. The big man's toes dig frighteningly deep into the tortured and bulging nut, causing it to bloat and bend obscenely around the invading shoe. The force of the blow was enough to completely obliterate any lesser man's ball, but Manfred's mighty testicle endures the blow, even while the young man screams in agony.

The big man then grinds his booted foot into Manfred's trapped ball, crushing it against the unyielding tree like he is trying to put out a cigarette. The gathered men could hear a crunching and crackling sound as the big assailant tries to crush the life out of Manfred's tortured nut, but the huge orb refuses to burst.

After several long minutes of grinding and crushing torture, the big man lowers his foot and releases Manfred's trapped nut. The huge orb is now glowing an angry red, but it immediately regains its healthy, egg-like shape and is clearly not seriously harmed by the brutal kick.

"Damn dude!" the fifth man says, this time with a note of honest respect in his voice, "these nuts are fucking TOUGH!! I thought for sure I'd pop his fat nut with that kick. We got us a live one here, boys, so let's give him some extra special attention!"

Manfred is nearly senseless with tears and agony, and his bellows start anew as the fifth man begins to drive punch after punch into Manfred's family jewels. The muscular assailant is clearly a very strong and powerful man, as his punches prove to be nearly as devastating as his recent kick. Again and again, the cruel captor drives his big fist into Manfred's balls, first the left and then the right, over and over and over again, crushing them against the tree trunk with truly brutal force. With each punch, the big man grinds his big knuckles deep into the tender meat of Manfred's manhood, mashing the gigantic orbs and threatening to destroy them.

Any other man's balls would have been reduced to rubble after less than a dozen such blows, burst asunder and turned into liquid nut guts. But Manfred's balls are made of some incredibly stern stuff, deflecting each and every blow.