Torc's Sacrifice - Jayse Version

Every four years, the jungle tribes select the greatest and most powerful from all of their warriors to be crowned the Alpha Male. This mighty man then leads the tribes for an allotment of 4 years, ruling them in times of war and peace, and fathering countless hundreds of children.

At the end of the allotted 4 years, however, a new Alpha Male must be selected, and the testicles of the current Alpha Male must be destroyed. By the male's own hands.

This is the tale of Torc, the tribe's reigning Alpha Male, and his unmanning ceremony.

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Torc's Sacrifice

Loosely based on a story concept by an unknown author

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The prisoner couldn't help but let out a pained yelp as the woman leading him by the balls gave his large junk a sharp tug downwards, the brawny male forced to fall to his knees to prevent his tackle from being torn clean off. His plump spunk-makers ached inside of his captor's tight grip, but he knew better than to complain about a harsh squeeze. After all, he still had his gonads, at least for the time being. He might as well enjoy the feeling while it lasted.

He forced his eyes downward towards the dirt as his handler settled down next to him, sitting cross-legged on the dusty earth. In his peripheral vision, the captured warrior could see at least two of his fellow fighters, similarly stripped naked, trussed up, and dragged to their knees by the half-clothed women of their rival city state. The agonized groans that rung in his ears confirmed the existence of at least a few more, though it was hard to tell exactly how many men were being held captive. He hoped that at least some of the men had escaped intact…

But that train of thought was immediately interrupted by the pair of bare, feminine legs that passed in front of him, breaking his line of sight. His gaze was nearly drawn by instinct to the shapely ass that lay above, but he managed to catch himself before his eyes travelled too far. He'd heard stories about the damage those legs could do to a man. He wasn't eager to experience such things first-hand.

The nude female slowed down as she passed, her eyes narrowing at the sight of the prisoner's involuntary movement -- but now was not the time to make an example of an individual. Instead after a tense moment she turned away, showing off to the male with a sultry sway of her hips as she climbed up on to her raised platform.

Once on her platform, High Priestess Kayla turned to face the small group of captors and captives, as well as the huge crowd of villagers that had gathered behind them. Thousands of villagers had turned out to witness this day's special sacrifice. Grimly she scanned the faces of her half-dozen prisoners -- all well-tanned and muscular men from the cities to the east. In another context they might have been met with compassion, accepted and reborn as members of her tribe -- but not after ambushing and slaughtering a group of children. No, if Hollen's tribe wanted to attack their offspring, then she would wipe out theirs in return. And given the current situation, with a larger war brewing on the horizon, the timing couldn't be better.

The beautiful female raised her arms, lifting her head to the sky and baring her gloriously naked body to the full assembly before her. With a mighty shout, she raised her voice to the heavens:

"O mighty gods! We sacrifice to you now the balls of our sworn enemies, in exchange for the balls of the king on the mountain. Hear our prayer, that we might take from the king the proudest jewels in his collection.”

"Hallum!" came the cry of affirmation from the crowd.

With that, the last of the hope among the prisoners was quashed. Kayla could practically feel the chill in the air as the weary men fully realized their fate. With a private smirk, she continued:

"And oh gods of war, please accept also the proud orbs of our own strongest warrior. He has fought to protect our humble village on many occasions, and sired many strong young offspring with the women of our tribe over the allotted four years of his reign as Alpha Male. May the sacrifice of his future swimmers be a testament to the strength of our commitment and the righteousness of our cause."

“HALLUM!!" came the cry again, even louder. At the side of the stage, one man in full ceremonial dress nodded silently, his square jaw set firmly as he faced his leader.

"We are the Dura!" Kayla thrust her chest forward, glaring down at her trembling captives. "We are protectors of the weak! And when we are attacked unjustly, these transgressions must be repaid in full!"

“HALLUM!!!”

"Begin the ceremony!" she cried.

And with that, a half-dozen shrieks went up in unison, as a dozen individual spunk-makers were suddenly assaulted from all sides. The prisoner closest to Kayla was jerking like a fish out of water, his captor's forearm muscles bulging as she attempted to grind his nuts to butter within her fist. To his right, one girl held a man's legs apart while another pummeled his hanging sac with punch after punch, treating his swollen spuds like a boxer's speed bag. One busty chick had decided to bite her victim, popping each nut between her teeth, and was now chewing happily on the mush that remained in his scrotum. The unlucky male still clung to the edge of consciousness, limbs twitching and mouth open in a silent scream as his unborn children were reduced to a procreative pulp.

Kayla stepped down into the crowd, smiling as she watched the rival tribe members quickly being turned into eunuchs at the hands and feet of her female warriors. After so many years of busting on the battlefield, her senses were sharply attuned to the tell-tale signs of a ruptured nut: the soft splurt beneath a woman's foot or between her fingers; the pained, instinctive stiffening of a man's body; the sudden distant look in his eyes as half of his manhood was flattened beyond repair. Within a few minutes, she could tell that the more experienced women had finished their task, but at the end of the line, the youngest of the girls was struggling with her male.

Kayla paused for a moment as another woman passed in front of her, slamming her knee up into one man's groin with a meaty whump. Ignoring the prisoner's impossibly high-pitched squeak (another sure-fire sign of a busted ball), she turned her attention to the inexperienced female, who was currently standing over her captive, stomping her foot down between his legs with increasing frustration. Her male was a particularly handsome and well-built stud of a man, and possessed a very large set of balls. In another time and place, the High Priestess would have wanted nothing more than to mount this man's meaty pole and ride him to mutual bliss.

"Having some trouble?" Kayla asked.

The girl -- in her late teens, by the look of it -- glanced up with some aggravation and embarrassment, but her look softened once she saw who was addressing her. "Yes. I know stomping is supposed to be the easiest way to pop a testicle, but his balls are so large that they both keep squirming out of the way."

The senior warrior grinned, watching the male twitch forcefully as the youngster brought her bare foot down once again. "You've got the right idea, young one, but you're a little too eager with your technique. Here, try just placing your foot on top of his left nut. Like this, see?" Kayla placed her own foot atop his huge right nut, pinning it with just enough weight to hold it in place and squashing the huge orb into the ground.

The girl followed Kayla's lead, planting her foot on the other side of his sac and earning a wheezing moan from the captive. "Okay, now what?"

"Now just lean forward. Feel how it squishes out between your toes?"

The muscular male on the ground let out an agonized wail as the two women shifted their weight, his spunk-makers flattened like rubbery pancakes into the hard dirt.

The younger female giggled, flexing her toes around the compressed meaty bubble of manhood. "Wow, this is awesome! But it's still not popping…"

"Then just add a little bounce to your step," Kayla said, rocking back onto her heel and then forward onto the prisoner's ball once more. "Trust me, no man can survive that for long, no matter how big his balls."

The teenager imitated her teacher, earning the most painful squeal yet from the poor man underfoot. "Oh yes! I can feel it getting all squishy! I can actually feel the outer walls beginning to crumble as I wear down his resistance!"

"Great! Now," Kayla growled, grinning, "the only question is which one of his nuts is going to pop first."

With that the two women focused on the task at hand, grinding their weight down on top of the prisoner's swollen plums, feeling the sturdy orbs slowly lose their shape as wet crunching sounds came from his weakening balls. Kayla was impressed with the handsome captive's strength and staying power, as his massive balls endured one minute of abuse, then two, then three, until suddenly--

*POP!*

"Ahhhh," Kayla exclaimed as she probed the man's scrotum with a toe, feeling the broken remnants of the huge orb slosh around in his sac. "The right one, apparently."

The younger female opened her mouth to reply, but instead let out a squeak of surprise as the male's remaining nut suddenly burst between her toes with a loud squelching sound. She stood there for a moment, dumb-founded, before a wide smile spread across her face. "Holy Mother, that was amazing! That's what it feels like to pop a ball? It's so…gods, it's so hot!"

"Agreed! And it never gets old." Kayla patted the teenager on the shoulder. "Just remember, nut popping is only for our worst enemies. It's not a punishment to be taken lightly.”

"Of course," the younger girl nodded. "I understand.”

"Good." The older female glanced back over her shoulder and confirmed that the balls of all six prisoners had been finished off. “Leave the prisoners where they are. Let them witness the power and bravery of a REAL warrior, so that they may take tales of the strength of our people back to their eastern cities.”

With a flourish, the naked High Priestess motions to the young man standing to the side of the platform, resplendent in his ceremonial robes. The young man strides forward, and as he gets closer to Kayla, it becomes clear that he’s a very big man. Even the heavy robes cannot conceal his height or his size, for he towers over the tall priestess and is clearly more than twice her mass. 

The young man is extraordinarily handsome, beautiful even for this race of beautiful people. His features are very masculine, with a powerful chin and jaw line, a broad forehead, and a strong nose. The young man’s stunning blue eyes soften his appearance, as does his apparent youth, for despite his great size, the young man’s features are clearly caught in that magical space between boy and man. His stunningly handsome face is framed by a thick head of chestnut hair, worn short and streaked with many golden highlights from many hours spent beneath the blazing tropical sun. 

The young man stands silently before the assembled multitude for several long moments, his face set in a stoic and brave countenance. He then reaches to his neck and unfastens the robe. Two young priestesses assist him as he sheds the heavy robes, revealing his naked body beneath. 

A soft gasp emanates from the huge crowd at the sight of the young man’s gloriously muscular body. Even the prisoners at the foot of the platform, kneeling in the dirt and clutching their broken and shattered balls in great agony, couldn’t help but stare at the young man in wonder. Before the gathered thousands stood a paragon of masculinity and male beauty, the perfection of the male form. 

The youth stood 6’4” tall and had an incredibly broad frame, with shoulders that were at least a yard wide. This massive frame contained muscles of such astounding mass and proportion that it made the otherwise muscular captives look scrawny and weak in comparison. None of them had ever seen a man approaching this youth’s massive size, for he must have topped the scales at 350 or even 360 pounds! Every mighty muscle was chiseled and etched in extraordinary relief, for not an ounce of fat marred the muscular perfection of the young man’s physique. The young man’s every dimension was super human – a bull-like neck, an astoundingly broad chest with pectoral muscles that were more than 6 inches thick, shoulders like cannon balls, massive arms fairly bursting with power, a corrugated 8-pack, flaring lats like barn doors narrowing down majestically to a waspish waist, tree trunk thighs corded with thick muscle, calves like large footballs, and massive feet that would challenge the most skilled boot maker. 

Yet despite the massive, muscular perfection of the young man’s phenomenal and glorious physique, it was the extraordinary size and mass of the young man’s freakishly huge genitals that really drew the crowd’s attention. 

The long hose of the youth’s mammoth cock hung down almost like another limb. The enormous penis was thicker than the business end of a baseball bat and nearly as long, stretching the measuring tape to more than 12 inches in its completely flaccid state. The massive schlong was coated in a tracery of thick and prominent veins, and a thick foreskin covered the bulbous, helmet-shaped head. The great penis was so huge that it would have fit on some giant, prehistoric beast, yet it somehow managed to look perfectly appropriate and proportional on the handsome youth’s massive body. 

Beneath that majestic monument of a phallus hung the two largest, most enormously obscene balls anyone had ever seen. Each titanic orb was bigger than the biggest of mangos, and hung impossibly low and heavy in their thick, hairless scrotum. Their weight must have been tremendous, for they stretched the young man’s smooth ball sac to more than 5 inches from his crotch! No one in the assembled crowd had ever seen a man’s balls hang so low before, and the sight was intensely masculine and erotic. 

The young man stood stock still with his jaw set and his blue eyes fixed above the crowd. The High Priestess began to address the audience. 

“Behold the Alpha Male, the greatest warrior of our clan. Torc Bonecrusher has carried this noble title with pride for the allotted four years, and now he is prepared to step down and let a new warrior take his place.” 

“The title of Alpha Male is awarded once every four years to the strongest and bravest among our men. Weeks of strenuous competition of strength and skill steadily narrow the field between thousands of warriors until only one male remains, a male that embodies all of the strength and virtue of our people, a male who truly earns a place as a champion among champions. And in the history of our people, no man has attained the title of Alpha Male at such a young age as Torc, who won the competition at the mere age of 16, beating out seasoned warriors more than twice his age. In the past four years, we’ve watched Torc grow from a strapping lad to the mighty warrior you see before you today.”

“The title of Alpha Male comes with many duties and responsibilities. The Alpha Male is always in the vanguard of our powerful armies, leading our warriors into battle against our foes. Torc has successfully led dozens of campaigns against our enemies, many of which have become legendary for Torc’s amazing feats of courage, skill, and strength. As our war leader, Torc has also been in charge of training our warriors and keeping them battle ready, which if our many victories these past few years are any indication, he has done an exemplary job.” 

“The Alpha Male is also responsible for keeping our people fit and strong in other ways as well. During the four years of his reign, the Alpha Male is the stud bull who fathers a new generation of boys and girls who will inherit his great strength and cunning. And no stud bull has been so popular or so prolific as Torc Bonecrusher. Whenever Torc was not on a war campaign, it seemed he was busy fulfilling his duties at home…with many hundreds of our women.” There was some mild, knowing laughter from the huge crowd, as hardly a woman of child bearing age hadn’t had a child or four fathered by Torc. “The Council estimates that more than 40% of the children conceived in the City of Dura during the past 4 years were fathered by Torc. I myself have borne three of his children – two strong boys and a beautiful girl – and, like many of you women here today, I am pregnant with another.” 

“Torc’s popularity as a stud extended well beyond the City of Dura into our countryside, where he fathered hundreds if not thousands more of his offspring. Finally, we cannot forget the untold numbers of children Torc fathered on his military campaigns. Most famous of all was his invasion of Kopeck, where his armies liberated the slave women of Karamekos, and where, in gratitude for their freedom, hundreds of women willingly and gladly lay with our Alpha Male to receive the blessing of his seed, and to have him plant new life in their wombs.”

“Yes, by any measure, Torc Bonecrusher has been one of the greatest Alpha Males the Dura people have ever known, perhaps the greatest of all time. But as with all Alpha Males, Torc’s reign must come to a close at the end of his allotted four years, and he must make a sacrifice to the gods to ensure their continued blessing and the continued health and strength of our people.” 

“If any male were to remain Alpha Male for too long, then he would be at risk of fathering too many children and turning the Dura into an inbred people. That would not be healthy, and would lead to our decline, not to greater strength. The gods’ limit of four years is intended to ensure that the Alpha Male infuses our people with his strength, but does not cripple us with inbreeding. Though I must admit that even the gods couldn’t have predicted an Alpha Male as virile and prolific in his lovemaking as Torc,” Kayla said with a smile, earning another round of good-natured laughter from the audience. 

“To end his reign as Alpha Male and to commence the beginning of the new Alpha Male competition, our brave and powerful Torc will sacrifice his own testicles, the source of his bountiful and powerful seed, to the gods. And he will do so by his own hand.” 

The recently castrated prisoners could not believe their ears. They had never heard of this practice among the Dura, and they couldn’t believe that this gigantic muscular bull of a man would be forced to destroy his own massive balls. It seemed a terrible waste in every sense of the word. 

The High Priestess turned and stood before the huge and powerful male, her gaze locking with that of the young warrior. 

Being the alpha male had its responsibilities, for better and for worse, thought Torc. The young muscle man had been able to repress the thought for most of the day, but once the ceremony had begun, it was rather hard to ignore. He'd seen the ball popping rituals before, of course, both for prisoners of war and for Alpha Males whose four years were up, but it was a much more uncomfortable experience knowing that his pair was next. And now here he was, standing naked in all his masculine glory before his own people, reaching down to cup himself in his hands, weighing the massive, cum-swollen spheres that had hung between his legs since birth…

He wasn't alone with his thoughts for long. Torc looked up again into Kayla’s stunning green eyes, which were now soft with love and understanding. The High Priestess was also Torc’s lover and friend, and she understood better than almost anyone what a tremendous sacrifice Torc was about to make. 

“Hey, handsome,” she said gently and quietly so that only he could hear her, sidling up to the much larger male. “How are you feeling?”

Torc gave a weak smile, allowing his partner to lean against him. “Honestly? Pretty nervous.”

“No surprises there.” Kayla mmmed softly, resting her head on his massive chest and closing her eyes. “You, uh…you're sure you want to do this?”

The achingly handsome young man gazed down fondly at the nude female pressed up against him. “Yeah, I'm sure.” He exhaled slowly. “Besides, it's not like I have much of a choice, do I? I'm the Alpha Male. I have served my tribe for four years with pride, and now honor and tradition demand that I sacrifice my balls to the gods.”

She shook her head, looking up at her lover. “No, I mean -- are you sure you want to do this?”

Torc felt the beautiful woman’s fingers curl around his massive nutsac and couldn't hold back a shiver, goose bumps running up his spine as she hefted the weight of his extraordinarily heavy man fruit. So great was the size of Torc’s huge spuds that Kayla could only grasp one of the massive orbs at a time, and even that one ball filled her delicate hand to overflowing. “Y-yes. It should be me.”

“Alright.” Kayla smiled faintly, letting the male's huge testicles slip from her grasp to swing, heavily and ponderously, between his massive thighs. “Well…you know I am tremendously proud of you. Your bravery will shine like a beacon to our people, and will be an example that these prisoners will take back to their people. I won't do anything until you do. And I'll do what I can to make it easier.”

“Thank you.” Torc wrapped an enormously muscular arm around his naked companion, dwarfing her slender body and allowing himself the luxury of a quick grope of her glorious bare backside. “Actually, I was hoping I could…finish…one last time, while I'm still intact and in one piece. It might help take the edge off while we're doing the deed.”

Kayla grinned, her fingers sliding upwards to rub at the male's gargantuan limp length. “I thought you'd never ask. A blowjob, then…?”

“Maybe just a handjob.” Torc smiled, his handsome face becoming even more radiant when the smile touched his eyes. “You know I love your tongue, but I have the feeling I'm going to need some vocal encouragement to get through this.”

“A handjob it is, then.” Gracefully, the beautiful blond slid to her knees before the mighty and muscular hero, bringing herself face to face with the warrior's pride. She encircled the base of his mammoth shaft in a firm grip, giving it a friendly squeeze. Kayla could feel the massive member twitch at her touch, and loved that he responded so quickly to her, even when he was about to destroy his own balls. “You ready, then?”

Torc shivered again, spreading his huge legs a bit wider in response to the female's touch. “As ready as I'm going to be.” He looked down at his crotch, flashing a nervous grin at his partner before reaching down to take hold of his own plump, weighty sac. “Here goes nothing.”

Kayla watched with an encouraging smile as her Alpha Male fondled himself for a brief moment, examining his monstrous, weighty orbs for one last time. She was privately extremely sad to see them go. Many a night had been spent playing with those huge spunk-makers, slathering them in saliva as she sucked down Torc's thick pole, or milking them dry as she rode the warrior late into the night. Those orbs had given her a daughter and two sons, after all, plus the baby that had only just begun to grow inside her a mere month before. They were the largest, most beautiful, and most bountiful balls she had ever seen, and she wondered if she would ever see their like again. Hopefully, the thousands of Torc’s male offspring would inherit their father’s enormous genitalia, along with his great muscles and strength.

But now, they both had a responsibility to the tribe. As the Alpha Male, Torc had a sacrifice to make, and as the High Priestess, Kayla was here to make sure that the deed was done, no matter what. If necessary, she'd step in and finish the job herself, but the greatest warriors…well, the greatest warriors needed no help. They took care of business themselves, no matter how gruesome or painful.

And I, the male reassured himself, am a great warrior. Gently he rolled the spheres in his fingers, positioning one fat plum in each hand. Torc had massive hands, but even his huge hands were not capable of grasping both massive nuts at the same time. He'd practiced this once or twice before, so that he wouldn't be completely unprepared when the day finally came, but that didn't make the real thing any easier. This was no rehearsal. This time he'd have to go all the way.

Kayla gave the warrior's hardening member a few friendly pumps, his length now fairly stiff inside her experienced grip. Even as she watched, the massive cock continued to inflate and grow until, just a few heartbeats later, it had reached its unbelievable full length of 16 ½ inches of pure man meat. Even after four years of mating with this mighty giant, Kayla’s breath was taken away by the sheer massive SIZE of his brutally hard monster cock. She felt another twinge of sadness, know that after this day’s ceremony, that gorgeous horse cock would never get hard again. 

“Just focus on me, alright?” she said, shaking the sad thoughts from her mind. “Think about the sexy woman who thinks you're so brave, so big and strong...”

Torc grunted as he gave himself a quick, rough squeeze, wincing at the burst of nausea that flared in his spectacularly muscular abdomen and instinctively letting go. Kayla was right -- distraction was key. He let his gaze wander towards something more pleasant, his eyes tracing the shape of the female's lithe form as he psyched himself up for another go. This time he eased into it, keeping the pressure light but steady, willing himself to get used to the low ache in his gut.

The High Priestess gave a gentle smile as she saw the male's grip tighten, his cobblestone abdominal muscles already beginning to tighten harden the pain. “That's a good start.” She gave his manly pride another slow stroke, her hand traveling along over a foot of steel hard shaft as she looked up into his eyes. “That's not so bad, is it? Hell, I've squeezed you harder than that in bed.”

“Could be worse,” he admitted. Of course, he knew it was about to get worse…much worse…but that wasn't something he wanted to think about. Instead, Torc focused on the heavenly hand gliding up and down his vein-gnarled shaft, the sweet female who he'd spent so many evenings pounding against the headboard with his mighty truncheon. It was almost enough to banish the pain from his mind as his fingers tightened further, beginning to dig into the tough, rubbery walls of his aching bull nuts. Almost.

“Keep going,” urged Kayla. “A little more now.”

His pulse was quickening, but the warrior forced himself to take deep, steady breaths, forcing his body to relax even as the alarm bells in his mind grew louder and more insistent. Despite his instincts, Torc bore down further, unable to suppress a groan as he felt his own nutmeat squishing into the gaps between his thick fingers. “Oogh!” blurted the male, his eyes watering as his mighty orbs were forced into an ever-shrinking space. “Oh…oh gods, it hurts!”

“Stay with me,” soothed Kayla, giving his massive shaft a few more firm strokes and feeling it pulse in her grip. “Focus on the good feelings -- you're doing your village proud. You're doing ME proud.”

Torc gave a strained nod, a few beads of sweat already on his forehead. “Kayla, could you, uh--…you know…”

“I know, I know.” The female gave a sly grin, squeezing his shaft and leaning in to suck on the massive head. Torc’s massive cock head was nearly the size of a fist, so Kayla could only fit a portion of it in her mouth, but she licked and sucked with gusto and great skill. After several minutes of expert sucking and licking, she drew back once more. “Does that help at all?”

Torc let out a short grunt of approval. “Y-yeah, but I mean--…keep t-talking, please. You help distract me from…oh fuck, my balls—“

Kayla felt a pang of sympathy strike her as she watched the big man tremble, his gorgeous face scrunched up against the nausea churning in his guts. She couldn't remember ever seeing the Alpha Male look so very vulnerable. Normally he was the leader, the one to listen to in times of peace, the one to look to in times of war, the one to surrender herself to between the sheets. But now…now he was just as mortal as anyone else. Just another flesh-and-blood creature, albeit a flesh-and-blood creature of phenomenal size and super human dimensions. And now, maybe it was her turn to lead him.

“Do you remember the first time we fucked?” she asked suddenly, looking up at him.

The Alpha Male looked back down at her, fighting the urge to moan as the ache in his abdomen continued to grow. “O-of course,” he gasped. “How could I--…mmph…”

Kayla fought back a smile at his struggle to respond. “You were a mere lad of 16 then. And since I am the High Priestess, I had the honor of being your first. Do you remember what you told me after we both came?”

Torc opened his mouth to respond, but instead let out a groan as another wave of nausea swept through his gut. Still his extraordinarily strong fingers continued to tighten, his mighty spunk-makers slowly losing their shape…

“I'll tell you what you said,” Kayla continued, grinning up at him as she stroked his mammoth cock. “You told me you had never cum so hard. You told me you would never cum that hard again. And do you remember what I did?”

The warrior was in obvious pain, but nonetheless, a smile played at the corner of his lips as he fought to answer. “You just…ohh…you just fucked me some more.”

“Damn right.” Kayla was leaning in towards the male's groin, rubbing his twitching length up against her face. “I rode you until you blew an even BIGGER load. A big, sticky load, balls-deep inside of me, filling me to overflowing with your seed.”

Torc let out another gasp, mouth twisting in a grimace. “Hah…ahh…”

“And then,” she continued, licking her lips, “then I bet you that you couldn't do it again. I bet that you couldn't get it up and screw me one more time. And what did you do?”

The male tried to look down at his companion, eager to distract himself with the sight of her body's soft curves, but a fresh burst of pain forced his head upwards, his eyes squinting shut. “Nnrgh! I--…I did it!”

Kayla grinned, showing a flash of teeth. “That's right. You threw me on my back and fucked me again, fucked me so hard I thought you were going to break me. And not only did you cum a third time, but you came a fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth time that first long night as well! There was cum everywhere!! Remember that?”

Torc nodded weakly, praying for some sort of relief as he bore down ever harder on his own fragile orbs, his jewels distorting under the pressure until it felt like his fingers would meet in the middle. By now it was difficult for the male simply to remain standing, the world beginning to close in around him as his huge gonads were crushed ever further. “Y-yes,” he choked. “Oh gods, yes!”

“Well come on, then!” cried the female, grabbing her lover's pride roughly, squeezing the throbbing flesh. “Where's that stud now? Don't you remember? I want you to do it hard, dammit!”

The male was surprised by Kayla's tightening grip and reflexively tightened his own grip as well, immediately letting out a strangled moan as the increase in pressure sent another kick of nausea into his rock hard stomach. Still, Torc kept going, even as his body screamed for him to stop, his spunk-makers quickly nearing the threshold of what they could take. This was well beyond any pain he'd experienced before, far worse than any injury he'd received on the battlefield, far more than any man should suffer. Only immense willpower kept him from dropping to the floor, clutching his mangled marbles and begging for mercy.

Kayla saw the wavering conviction in Torc's eyes and spurred him onwards, redoubling her efforts on the male's cock. Eagerly she wrapped her lips around the first few inches below the base of the hugely flaring cock head, sucking fiercely at that magical patch of skin for a few moments before letting it slip wetly from her mouth once more. “Come on, you stud!” she panted, seizing his member in both hands. Her fists were a blur as they pumped up and down the warrior's throbbing length, pointing the behemoth down at her bare breasts. “Just squeeze, dammit! Be a man and POP those huge nuts of yours!”

Torc was certainly trying his hardest, judging from the ungodly ache radiating from his groin, the white-hot lances of agony that shot up his spine with each subtle readjustment of his grip. The male was now more intimately familiar with the internal structure of his testicles than he had ever wished to be, the delicate tubules rearranging themselves around his thumbs as his tortured jewels threatened to cave in completely. His mouth hung open, an involuntary moan escaping his throat. Even without prior experience, he could tell his orbs were all but finished, their tough outer shells hideously warped and ready to burst with the slightest squeeze or impact. 

Kayla couldn’t believe that the young man’s gigantic balls hadn’t yet popped. She knew that Torc had crushed men’s skulls in those massive hands of his, so she could only imagine the phenomenal power he was exerting on his nuts right now. She had never seen a man endure even a fraction of this much strain and abuse on his nuts without rupturing, and she was awed and immensely proud of her man for having such incredibly tough nuts. At the same time, Kayla felt a deep sympathy for Torc, for she knew that the very strength of the young man’s behemoth bull balls was now only serving to prolong their agony and eventual destruction.

On and on the struggle continued, with Torc using every ounce of his willpower and strength to maintain and increase the crushing grip on his steadily crumbling manhood. Torc’s gargantuan arm and chest muscles bulged spectacularly as he poured all of that tremendous muscular power into his nuts, which seemed to refuse to burst. He knew that he was right there on the razor’s edge of rupturing, but despite this knowledge and the strength still left in his quivering hands, the Alpha Male found that he just couldn't finish the job. The rational part of his brain was smart enough to know that he was probably ruined and sterile already -- his balls were almost certainly beyond repair after being so hideously mauled and crushed -- but the instinct for self-preservation still fought on, his body refusing to supply the last few pounds of pressure that would complete his agonizing task. Instead he just froze, his battered body refusing to obey orders and his stubborn will refusing to let him back down.

Torc wanted to weep for more reasons than one as he stood there, his massive, mighty, cum-bloated spheres riding the very edge of rupture, his stomach filled with an apocalyptic agony impossible for another to understand. “I…I can't do it!” the muscular warrior finally grunted, his massively muscled legs trembling beneath him as he dug his thumbs deep into his own male orbs. “Oh…oh gods, the ache!! It's too…nnrgh!!”

“Just a little more!” Kayla insisted. Both of her hands were wrapped around the male's rock-hard member, the thick shaft on the edge of eruption itself. A thick drool of milky precum was oozing from the swollen tip of Torc’s frighteningly engorged cock, beginning for form a puddle of splooge beneath his firmly planted feet. “You're the strongest male I know – the strongest male that has ever existed! You can do this!”

“No I CAN’T!!” he cried, body beginning to tremble and buck against his will. Still Torc held firm, continuing to crush his own huge baby-makers even as the plump eggs squirmed desperately in search of an escape. “Kayla, please, I can’t…GNRRAAA!!!”

“You can!”

“I can't!” he pleaded, his voice frantic, his handsome face a mask of overwhelming pain. “Please--!”

The beautiful blond paused, looking up at her naked partner, his face contorted in purely male agony. The skin on his knuckles was now nearly white, his arm muscles bulging fantastically, every willing ounce of his phenomenal strength concentrated on the huge twin spheres between his legs. The massive orbs distorted obscenely between Torc's clutching fingers, bulging grotesquely like a pair of overripe fruit ready to burst. And yet, it somehow wasn't enough. His balls were simply too resilient, too tough, and his instinct for self-preservation too strong. He was right, she realized -- he couldn't do this. Not alone.

“Then let me help you,” she said, rising quickly to her feet.

Torc was almost too delirious with pain to notice as the female released his throbbing manhood, leaving the stiff length to bob in the air like a mighty club as she stepped around his quaking body. Before he knew what was happening, his High Priestess was behind him, wrapping her arms around his muscular midsection, her bare breasts pressed up against his massive back. Standing on tiptoe, she planted her chin on his shoulder, gazing down his extraordinary body towards his tortured manhood, taking one last look at the Alpha Male while he was still in one piece. She couldn’t believe the sheer beauty of this paragon of manhood, and that made his sacrifice that much more poignant and meaningful. 

Through the haze of agony, Torc was unsure exactly what the female was planning…until her hands slid down towards his groin, her fingers curling around his, encircling his vise grip with a tight grip of her own. His eyes widened suddenly in understanding, and he opened his mouth to speak--

But then Kayla clamped down, and whatever words Torc intended to say were lost forever. 

The male let out a mighty bellow as his massive baby-makers were finally crushed beyond their limits, first his left, then his right testicle collapsing under the combined assault of the two mighty warriors. The wet crunching sound of the two balls popping was so loud and so profound that it could be heard clear across the huge plaza, all the way to the very rear of the crowd. The poor stud could feel the walls of his flattened jewels split open, their huge contents spilling violently and dramatically outwards into his sac just as an unnaturally thick spurt of seed erupted from the tip of his member and painted the platform in front of him. So huge and powerful was his volley of sperm that it struck several of the prisoners and guards at the base of the platform, plastering a thick stripe of hot splooge across their bodies. 

Kayla felt the Alpha Male's hands suddenly give way inside her squeeze and knew without a doubt what it meant, but continued to bear down nonetheless, committed to completing the job she had been given. Torc let out another strangled cry as the remaining intact pieces of his orbs were ground down even further. Another gigantic rope of spunk shot out of his throbbing cock as his body surrendered its final load, traveling even farther and striking the front row of the wildly cheering crowd. All the strength left his columnar legs as his massive balls were totally emptied, volley after volley of cum erupting from his cock in a final, magnificent display of hyper masculine virility. 

It was over in moments, Torc crying out his agony to the heavens and Kayla clinging doggedly to the male's twitching frame. His plump man eggs, the seat of his phenomenal masculinity, had been scrambled in an instant inside his own clenched fingers. The beautiful blond kept her arms wrapped tight around the Alpha as he slowly sank heavily to his knees, hands still clasped around the jellied remains of his ruptured manhood. She felt a great shudder run through his body, saw a final massive bolt of cum erupt from his cock, heard a dry gasp escape from his lips -- and then the male was unconscious, his muscled bulk slumping the rest of the way to the platform floor.

Slowly the High Priestess drew back from her companion, detaching herself from his crumpled form. She stood naked on the platform, gazing at Torc's limp body, the gorgeous and once-mighty warrior now curled instinctively into a fetal position. Gently she rolled his massive form onto his back, straddling his massive legs and nudging his huge hands away to confirm what she already knew. Where there had once been two massive, healthy, and incredibly virile balls, there was now one shapeless lump of spilled ball guts, a bulbous gloopy mass of broken ball meat stretching his scrotum even farther than ever before. The shattered nutsac was so heavy and hung so low that it actually rested heavily on the platform between the young muscle god's gargantuan thighs. Even as Kayla watched, the scrotum was starting to change color from an angry red to purple as the traumatized testicles oozed out the last of their life. It was done. The beautiful priestess gave a weak smile, pausing for a moment before bending forward to plant a soft kiss on the fallen warrior's forehead.

“You did good,” she said softly. “You did good.”

The crowd continued to cheer with thunderous applause at the bravery and strength of the fallen Alpha Man. The High Priestess motioned for a quartet of muscular male attendants to carry Torc back to the infirmary temple to recover, and then announced to the crowd that the Alpha Male games had begun!

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Torc regained consciousness some time later, awakening to an indescribable ache in his groin. He quickly remembered the ceremony and his own unmanning, and had to fight hard to stop the tears of loss from coursing down his cheeks. He reached down and cradled his shattered nuts in his massive hands, gently cupping the swollen, bloated, and heavily bruised ball bag to confirm that his nuts had indeed been totally destroyed. Torc wished his life could have ended at that moment, but he somehow found the will and the strength to carry on. 

Over the course of the next week, Torc remained in the infirmary. The swelling and the pain in his nuts gradually decreased, as did the horrible bruising, but Torc's mood did not improve. The doctors told him that his body would gradually absorb his shattered balls, leaving him with a huge, empty, floppy nutsac to forever remind him of the incredibly powerful and virile man he had once been. His life as a man and a warrior was over without his balls, and he struggled to find a reason to live. 

He was released from the infirmary and allowed to continue his recuperation at home. Due to his sullen mood and the excitement of the latest Alpha Male competition, no one visited him or bothered him during his recovery. 

After about a week at home, though, Torc began to notice something odd. As the horrific swelling in his scrotum began to decrease, he could swear that two distinct orb shapes were starting to appear. Torc knew that was impossible, as he had felt his mighty balls explode within his own hands, but as the days continued, it became more and more clear -- there were two huge balls still residing in his battered scrotum! 

Torc couldn't believe his eyes, and thought it a cruel irony of the gods that his shattered, destroyed balls should look like a healthy pair of massive man orbs in his healing pouch. He knew that his virility had been utterly crushed out of his huge balls, so the appearance of two apparently intact balls felt like torture to him. But a small part of him began to hold out hope - could his balls have actually somehow endured their brutal rupturing? Could he still indeed be a man? 

After a few more days, the swelling and bruising had completely disappeared, as had any trace of pain. Torc gently and carefully examined his balls, and they felt normal and healthy, possessing perfect orb shapes. The two massive testicles were even BIGGER than before! Torc very gently squeezed his huge balls with both hands, and the massive spuds barely deformed in his grip. They felt even more dense and solid than ever before, almost like their outer walls had thickened and toughened in the wake of his ball busting. 

Torc was guardedly overjoyed that his balls appeared intact, but the great question and the great worry on his mind was -- would his huge bull balls ever function again? With great excitement and anxiety, the massive muscle man waited for night to fall across the city, pulled all of the curtains closed, and sat on the edge of his bed with just the light of a few candles around him. 

Torc's mighty flesh cannon hung huge and limp over his massive balls, as it had done for more than two weeks now. Torc's last erection had been during the nut popping ceremony, and he had believed that he would never experience a hard on again. The young man gently took his huge soft shaft in his hand and began to gently stroke it. As he let his anxiety quiet down and concentrated on the feelings of pleasure, his cock began to respond, twitching and swelling and growing in his hand. A smile of delight lit upon Torc's handsome face as his mightiest of weapons once again stood proudly between his legs, his thick spear of flesh jutting defiantly skyward. 

Now the real test began. 

The mighty warrior began to gently stroke his meat, rhythmically pounding out a beat that had been going continuously since man was first created. As the minutes wore by, Torc's tempo increased, and he jerked faster and faster. A familiar stirring began in Torc's loins, and he started beating off with both hands, his jerking becoming brutal, violent. On each downward stroke, his fists would collide solidly with his massive balls, causing them to bounce around in their baggy sac and smack against the solid walls of his thighs. The punching of his nuts created a deep ache in his loins, but one that was strangely pleasurable. Needing no further encouragement, Torc beat his cock and his balls harder and harder, using a force and a power that would break another man's junk in seconds, but which was rapidly bringing him to the edge. 

Torc could feel a monumental orgasm building, and he released his cock and grabbed the base of his huge balls, squeezing them violently down to the very bottom of his scrotum. With his free hand, he began to beat and pummel his screaming nuts, pounding them with a staccato fury. His fist was a blur, and the beefy smacking sound of fist striking balls only made Torc more mad with lust. Torc was striking his balls with incredible might, blows that had shattered bones and split stone, but his huge, bloated balls somehow endured. Each blow landed deep into his nuts, causing the thick ball meat to bend around his hands, but the titanic orbs refused to bust, and if anything were defiantly demanding that Torc beat them harder. And so he did. 

Minute after minute went by of this brutal ball beating, and Torc could feel that even his super human bull balls were starting to crumble under the abuse. But he refused to let up, determined to force a load out of his gigantic balls or burst them trying. The young muscle giant found a hidden well of additional strength, and began pounding his balls harder still, clearly intent on finishing the work that had begun just over two weeks before. 

With a final bellow of fury, Torc drove his fist so deep into his nuts that he could have sworn the knuckles of his two fists met. At that same moment, a truly mammoth gout of sperm erupted from Torc's quivering monster cock, gushing forth with such tremendous power that the wad nearly struck the ceiling before hitting the stone floor with a very wet splat. 

What followed was an orgasm unlike anything that Torc had experienced before. Massive slug after massive slug of cum erupted from his maddeningly hard cock like it was a fountain. The young stud moaned in incredible pleasure as the first five or six massive wads erupted from his cock. Torc realized he was still choking his straining bull balls with his left hand, and so he began to resume beating his throbbing balls with his right fist. The brutal impact of fist with ball flesh only served to intensify Torc's orgasm, and his mind was lost in a haze of bliss…

After several long minutes and several DOZEN blasts of cum, Torc's orgasm began to quiet and finally cease. The young muscle stud punched his swollen nuts one last time, really grinding his knuckles into his screaming ball meat and forcing a final thick but short rope of cum to burp out of his pulsating cock. Panting heavily, he then released his grateful balls and leaned back against his bed, thoroughly enjoying the afterglow. 

When Torc opened his eyes, he saw that his bedroom was festooned with dozens and dozens of ropes and streamers of thick, white cum. Every surface within a 20-foot radius in front of him, including his own gloriously muscular body, was coated in his thick ball goo. Cum was dripping everywhere, adding to the many large puddles of the stuff on the floor. Torc smiled from ear to ear. There was no doubt about it -- his massive balls were not only functional and intact, they were more virile than ever before! 

As Torc lay there panting and recovering from his massive orgasm, he figured out the only reasonable explanation for his miraculous recovery. Even Torc had not been strong enough on his own to break through the incredibly tougher outer shell of his balls and burst open his enormous nuts. It had taken the combined strength with another powerful warrior to break through that final resistance and cause his balls to burst. 

But the moment his balls had burst, Torc had released his death grip on his nuts, leaving Kayla to continue the brutal squeezing and crushing. And though Kayla was an incredibly strong woman, his durable and incredibly resilient ball meat was simply too tough for her to scramble. With their outer walls broken, Torc's nut guts had felt like mush in Kayla's hands, convincing her that Torc had been effectively castrated, but without Torc's own incredible strength to lend to the task, the delicate yet astonishingly sturdy contents of his balls had survived! 

In the days that followed his apparent unmanning, the thick glop that was his balls had gradually retracted back into their respective shattered spheres, and the thick walls subsequently healed and thickened behind them, leaving him intact once more. Better than intact, actually -- his balls were now bigger, stronger, and more virile than ever! Torc was now a greater Alpha Male than ever before! 

A sharp gasp quickly brought Torc out of his reverie. The huge man spun his head around to find High Priestess Kayla standing in the doorway, a look of utter shock on her beautiful face.

“Kayla!!" Torc quickly shouted, joy and surprise washing across his achingly handsome features. "I didn't know! I thought my balls destroyed -- gods, I felt them explode in my own hands -- but they have healed!! It's a miracle from the gods!!”

"No!" gasped Kayla. "No! This is wrong! You have served your four years as an Alpha Male, and therefore your balls must be destroyed, sacrificed to the gods. You must return to the temple at once! We must burst those balls again, cut them off if we have to, but they must be destroyed!”

"No, Kayla!" Torc pleaded. "My balls have already been busted and destroyed once before, but by the will of the gods they somehow survived! It's a sign that my balls are not to be destroyed. Perhaps it’s even a sign that an Alpha Male doesn't have to be rendered a eunuch at the end of his four years of service after all!”

"Silence!" shouted Kayla. "You speak blasphemy! Your balls must be destroyed, and it must be done tonight, before the new Alpha Male is named tomorrow. I will not let you bring down the anger of the gods upon us! Guards! GUARDS!!”

As Kayla shouted for the guards of the night watch, Torc leapt to his feet in panic and despair. He did not want to go through the agony and torture of losing his balls a second time. In a split second decision, the hugely muscular warrior ran to the mantle to retrieve his two great swords in their shoulder harnesses, strapped them to his naked and cum-soaked body, and raced toward the door. A terrified Kayla leapt out of the way just as a trio of guards burst into the room. The massive bull warrior bowled through the guards without even slowing, and ran through the city streets as fast as his powerful legs would take him. 

In moments, the alarm horn sounded throughout the quiet city, and answering horns began to blare from all around. Torc sprinted as if his life depended on it -- and in many ways it did. He could see the main gates to the city ahead of him, the guards racing to crank the massive oak doors shut. Torc redoubled his speed, his massively muscular legs pounding the ground with incredible force, and at the last moment leapt through the narrowing gap between the doors, barely clearing them. 

He rolled across the hard ground on the other side of the gate, leapt to his feet, and kept running. He could hear the twang of bowstrings behind him, and blindly dodged to avoid being struck by arrows. Luck and a blessedly moonless night saw him reach the edge of the jungle without a scratch. Torc kept on running, his massive cock and humongous balls flopping heavily and crazily between his legs, knowing that he had to put as much distance between himself and his pursuers as possible. 

As he ran, Torc lamented his situation. He had gone from being the greatest hero his people had ever seen, to a ball-less castaway, to a miraculously intact male, to an enemy of his people, all within the span of a few short weeks. The mighty warrior knew that he no longer had a home, but he was determined to survive and find his place in the world. 

Thus began the great adventures of Torc Ballcrusher.