Jayse's Brutal Ball Busting Stories: Behind Enemy Lines, Part 5

Behind Enemy Lines, Part 5

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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The handsome and incredibly hunky young solider had already given Lt. Mike Zerkowski more pleasure than any other prisoner he had ever interrogated. No other man had survived even a fraction of the abuse that this young warrior had endured. Mike had meted out more than three HOURS of the most brutal tortures and abuses he could imagine, and the stunning and defiant young lad had not only survived it all, he had pounded out the three greatest, most intense, most insanely VOLUMINOUS and copious and virile loads of man cream that the world had ever seen. The young man’s impossibly titanic testicles were miraculously still whole, but they were also horrifically bruised and battered and beaten. They had proven their super human strength and resilience time and time again, but it was also clear that they were NOT indestructible, and that their legendary strength was nearing an untimely end.

Mike was ready now to finish the young bull stud off once and for all, and he wanted to do it with his own bare hands.

The muscular Lieutenant was still grasping the handsome muscle man’s mammoth and massively swollen bull nuts in his big hands, groping and fondling as much of that vast expanse of mushy and battered ball flesh as his clutching fingers could encompass. Mike was astounded by the raw power he could still feel coursing through those two great lumps of man meat, despite their battered and bruised appearance, and he had to admit to a tremendous admiration for this incredibly tough and resilient young soldier. The Lieutenant almost wished that the handsome young warrior was fighting on their side instead of the enemy’s…but then, he wouldn’t have had the pleasure of crushing the man’s massive man grapes to smithereens!

Lt. Zerkowski gave the gigantic nuts one last, lingering squeeze, and let them go. He then unhooked the metal cable from the hook on the stump, releasing the young man’s much-abused nuts from their prolonged and brutal stretch. He left the noose of the cable cinched tight around the base of the young man’s nuts, however, liking the way that it forced the huge, swelling orbs to bulge obscenely at the end of their sac.

And man were those nuts swelling! Each orb had swollen a couple of inches thicker, turning them into monstrous parodies of normal nuts, and were so dark purple with bruises as to appear almost black.

Mike let the giant nuts slide off the tree stump to sway ponderously between the young man’s extraordinarily muscular thighs, and Mike’s eyes nearly bugged out when he saw that the huge nuts were now swinging 12 eye-popping inches below his crotch, a full FOOT of dangle! Mike momentarily wondered if this astounding stretch would be permanent, but then shrugged the thought off with a chuckle, realizing that he wasn’t going to give the young muscle man time enough to find out.

The Lieutenant approached the prisoner and studied his exquisitely muscular body, gargantuan endowment, and breathtakingly handsome face, taking in all this masculine perfection that he was about to destroy for good. He locked eyes with the handsome young hunk, who continued to stare defiantly back at the big Lieutenant, all but daring him to inflict more abuse on his massively muscular body. Mike smiled, turned on by the fact that the young soldier was still defiant even in the face of his own imminent deballing. That would make his eventual destruction that much sweeter.

Without warning, Mike brought his powerful knee up hard into the young man’s crotch, nailing the prisoner square in the nuts and crushing the great orbs against the young man’s body.

WHOMP!!!

Mike had powerful legs and often used them to great advantage during both interrogations and hand-to-hand combat. He liked to kick his victims between the legs and use the toe or heel of his boots to crush and pulverize their sex life. Often, just a single, well-placed kick or knee lift was enough to nullify an opponent forever, but Mike knew it would take more than just a kick or two to finish of THIS super stud.

WHOMP!!! WHOMP!!! WHOMP!!!

Again Mike lifted his knee between the helpless man’s spread legs and nailed his nuts, four, five, six rapid-fire knee lifts and all bull's eyes, dead centre in the middle of the massive man’s swollen melons. Mike wasn’t holding anything back, kicking and kneeing the stud with all of his might, but he was confident that he wouldn’t destroy the lad too soon. The Lieutenant was going to play rough with his hunky prisoner and work his huge balls over a little bit at a time, slowly destroying him, for Mike liked slow castration scenes where his victim was made to suffer for protracted periods of time. And no man had been strong and powerful enough to suffer as long and as hard as this young bull stud.

The bruising and swelling of the young man’s balls intensified as they turned an even darker purple from Mike’s punishment. Mike started to jerk his knee again and the prisoner cringed in anticipation of the next impact, but Mike didn't knee his balls this time. The huge handsome stud had a momentary look of relief on his face until Mike brought his hard bare fist up into his tortured sac.

WHAM!!!

The beefy Lieutenant ground the man’s huge gonads into his groin, twisting and grating his knuckles.

WHAM!!!

WHAM!!! WHAM!!! WHAM!!! WHAM!!!

Mike punched him again, and again, and again and again and again and again, each time a little harder, each time flattening his balls a little more. But the super human 12-inch dangle to his balls kept Mike from really crushing them against the young man’s groin, as they would slip away to swing crazily between his knees. Mike knew another solution was in order.

Mike again drove his open hand into the bruised and battered mass of flesh between the doomed man's colossal legs. He then seized the huge sac with his left fist and forced the massive twin orbs to the bottom of the stretched scrotum. Then with his right fist pistoning back and forth, he repeatedly punched and ground his knuckles into the prisoner's trapped nuts.

BLAM!!! BLAM!!! BLAM!!! BLAM!!!

The young man’s balls had no choice but to absorb the full force of each mighty blow, the knuckles of Mike’s right hand crushing and grinding the trapped balls between his big fists and causing the huge orbs to bulge obscenely around the sides of Mike’s plunging fist. The young muscle stud knew that he was nearing the end and that his precious balls were doomed. He sobbed and bellowed and begged, but knew that nothing would save him now.

BLAM!!! BLAM!!! BLAM!!! BLAM!!!

Mike was beginning to tire and decided to speed things up. He was going to crush the young man’s monster balls, castrating him with his bare hands, and he was strong enough to do it. Mike pivoted and swung a vicious upper cut between the man’s massively muscled legs, bingo, right on target.

BLAM!!!

Mike wasn't going to let him rest or his aching balls recover. Mike momentarily released the stud’s huge and heavy balls and instead grabbed his slender, muscular hips. Mike then jammed his knee between the young man’s wide stretched legs.

WHOMP!!! WHOMP!!! WHOMP!!!

Four, five, SIX powerful knee lifts to the massive balls, which were rapidly approaching destruction.

Mike again grabbed the swollen and battered balls with his left fist and began punching them with his right.

BLAM!!! BLAM!!! BLAM!!! BLAM!!!

The humongous balls were swelling larger still after the abuse that they had received so far, and Mike wondered if they might swell and burst right out of his perilously stretched scrotal sac. The young muscle man’s once rock solid balls now felt so mushy that they were almost a liquid consistency, like Mike was hammering a massive sack full of wet oatmeal. But those huge bull balls STILL refused to burst, and so the punishment continued unabated, with Mike gradually wearing down the last bit of strength left in those mighty low-hangers, those paragons of masculine power. He knew the end was just a few moments away.

BLAM!!! BLAM!!! BLAM!!! BLAM!!!

Mike pressed down with his left fist, drew his right fist back and then sent it on its way.

SPLOOOOOOOOSH!!!!!!!!

With one tremendous impact, Mike's two fists met, and the young man’s gigantic left nut was pulverized beyond repair. The young man bellowed in animal agony, and his cock spontaneously began spurting a massive deluge of sperm for the fourth time that night, blasting mighty slugs of hot cum high into the air. The young stud’s bloated and distended monster cock was clearly desperate to fertilize something, ANYthing, before his epic virility was stolen from him forever.

Mike shuddered as a powerful orgasm wracked his body as well. He continued hammering his fist into the stud’s shattered left testicle, hammering it a dozen more times until he was certain he had pulverized every chunk of ball flesh and utterly obliterated that nut. The squishing and squelching sounds of the Lieutenant’s massive fist pistoning into the young man’s sundered bollock again and again were a symphony to Mike, and he kept right on pounding that ruined nut until his mighty orgasm came to an end.

Meanwhile, the bellowing and sobbing young prisoner kept thrashing in his chains even as his unimaginably colossal orgasm thundered onward. The handsome young soldier was desperate to save his last remaining nut, and even though he knew all hope was lost, he couldn’t stop struggling.

Mike admired the fantastic sight of the mighty muscle man pumping out perhaps the greatest single load of his life, despite the fact that half of his fabled manhood had already been reduced to rubble. He was amazed that the young man’s loins had remained functional after all of the horrific beatings, and that his one remaining huge nudge was STILL packed full of viable, potent sperm. He was convinced that he had already long since pounded the young man’s bull balls into sterility, but he had obviously been mistaken; the handsome stallion had been even more powerful than Mike could have ever imagined.

But now half of the soldier’s epic manhood had already been destroyed, and the other half was still dangling there, heavy and ripe and full, waiting for Mike to claim it.

Mike used his left hand to encircle the stud’s sole remaining nut, the massively bloated and horribly swollen right bollock. The cruel Lieutenant squeezed that colossal orb down to the bottom of its tortured sac, and gave it one last lingering, longing stroke with his right hand. Then he balled up his fist and sent it careening into the captive and immobile gonad, resuming the beating and focusing all of his attention on the young stud’s sole remaining huge nut.

BLAM!!! BLAM!!! BLAM!!! BLAM!!!

BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!!!!

The young muscle man’s beefy right nut proved to be even tougher than the left, and it took more than a dozen more blows before it, too, succumbed to the onslaught, powerfully exploding within its huge sac.

While the young man continued to bellow and pound out a final, utterly magnificent load, Mike continued to hammer and pulverize the stud’s shattered right bollock, grinding and crushing and pulping the humongous gonad until it was just as obliterated as its twin. Lt. Zerkowski then grabbed and groped the pulverized scrotum and felt the soft mushy remains of the man's once proud balls as yet another orgasm wracked his beefy body.

The cruel interrogator had totally destroyed the young man’s awesome manhood and sex life. All that was left was a huge, drooping ballsac filled with what left like 20 pounds of liquid mush. Mike was completely consumed with lust, and he took great delight as he continued to maul and mangle the man's busted balls long after the last viable chunk of testicular matter had been shattered and reduced to nut soup.

The young man’s fourth and final orgasm proved to be the largest of the night, leaving the entire room drenched in his milky fluids. By the end of the nearly TEN MINUTE orgasm, Mike had reduced the young man’s heroically oversized balls to rubble, his huge distended sac looking like a massive flesh balloon, filled with the shapeless and broken remains of his titanic testicles. The young man slumped in his restraints, exhausted and totally defeated, his manhood destroyed at the hands of his captor.

As he slowly came down off of the greatest erotic high of his life, Mike toweled the bulk of the sweat and hundreds of slugs of soldier stud cum off of his body, but knew he still reeked of the young man’s powerful seed. Mike didn’t care, however, as he put on a fresh uniform and stepped outside the interrogation room into the cool night to have a cigarette. This had been the most powerful and erotic torture session in Mike’s life, and he would never forget it. He decided he would keep the prisoner around for a while as a souvenir and play thing, and he could think of hundreds of uses for that massively muscled physique and the enormous column of flesh that was his towering penis.

Meanwhile, back in the interrogation room, the handsome and spectacularly muscular young prisoner hung limply in his restraints, barely conscious after enduring more than three and a half hours of unimaginably brutal tortures. His handsome blond head was slumped forward, and his titanic penis had finally begun to wilt, remaining puffy and distended and impossibly large from the many hours of constant erection. The dregs of his final load as an intact male continued to drip out of the dilated tip of his gigantic cock, mixing with the untold GALLONS of the pearlescent sludge that painted virtually every surface in the room.

Hanging beneath that paragon of male flesh was a monumental sphere of meat that had once been the proudest and most massive set of nuts in the world. The shapeless sphere of shattered meat hung at the end of an impossibly long rope of stretched out flesh, a horrifically elongated scrotum that had valiantly succeeded in preventing its massive contents from being ripped from the young man’s body, only to be powerless to stop the final fatal bludgeoning and bursting of the young man’s spectacularly massive balls.

Yet even in defeat and with his gorgeous balls now a ruined mess, the young soldier still cut the handsomest and most powerfully masculine sight imaginable…which made his unmanning all the more tragic.

But what Mike was soon to learn was that the young titan’s bull balls were even tougher than he could have ever imagined. True, he had completely busted the young man’s gigantic orbs and rendered them into a puree of once rock solid man flesh, but he had not actually succeeded in destroying them. The handsome young warrior, with his 400-pound physique and impossibly enormous cock and balls, was even a greater freak of nature than the Lieutenant could conceive.

Even now, back in the dimly-lit interrogation room, the young man’s pulverized nuts were ever so slowly beginning to recover, healing the worst of the damage that had been caused to them. The ball meat itself was extraordinarily resilient, and would in time completely heal from even this abuse. The walls of his mighty testicles would take longer to heal, and as a byproduct of the night’s abuse, they would reform even thicker and more resilient than before, able to endure even greater amounts of abuse. It would take days for the nuts themselves to regain their perfect egg shape, remaining rather knobbly and blocky in the meantime and making them appear even more monstrous and obscene – and intensely masculine – than ever before.

In a matter of a few weeks, the hunk’s colossal testicles would be fully healed, even larger and stronger and more resilient than ever before, and capable of enduring even MORE brutal abuses.

Lt. Mike Zerkowski didn’t know it yet, but he had many more nights of thrilling torture and abuse yet to inflict upon the handsome young muscle stud.