Sorcerer’s Apprentice

Sorcerer’s Apprentice

Based on an original story by Jotto and inspired by “The Tempest” by Shakespeare 

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Only three beings occupied the storm-wracked Island: 

• Prospero, the dark wizard, who was engaged in refining the magic that would someday give him the power he needs to punish his enemies;  

• Caliban, the son of the deceased witch Sycorax, who was the eloquent and sensitive servant and apprentice to the wizard; and 

• Ariel, Prospero’s spirit helper, who had been rescued by Prospero from a long imprisonment at the hands of the witch Sycorax. 

Ariel was a mercurial being, whose gender and physical form were ambiguous. The fey creature was both mischievous and ubiquitous, able to traverse great distances in an instant and able to change shapes at will, and was also well known to play cruel pranks on Caliban. Ariel hated the young and handsome Caliban, blaming the youth for his imprisonment by they boy’s mother Sycorax, and he longed to take revenge on the young man for the acts of his witch mother. The presence of Prospero, however, and the love that the wizard showed toward his adopted son Caliban, prevented the hate-filled creature from taking more than petty vengeance against the quiet young man. 

And then the day finally came when a vengeful Prospero left the Island to release his dark arts on his enemies. As he departed, he warned Ariel to stay away from Caliban, and forbade him from harming the handsome young man. But Ariel could not be held by any spell or command, and he knew that with Prospero away, nothing would remain to protect Caliban, and that he now had all the time in the world to torture and kill the wizard’s servant apprentice. 

Just a few days after the wizard’s departure, Ariel laid his trap for Caliban, a trap that involved a few pieces of special gold jewelry specially imbued with magical powers by Prospero himself. These magical items included a necklace that gave the wearer superior intelligence, bracelets that would instill abundant courage and tactical skills, a signet ring that would beckon others to obey, and a cock ring that would greatly expand the wearer’s genital and infinitely increase his virility. What made these items dangerous, as Ariel knew all too well, was that any one of these magical charms would kill those who had not completely mastered the dark arts and were not familiar with their power. 

Ariel’s plan was simple; hit Caliban with his sleeping dust and slip the magical jewelry on to his body as he slept. So late one night, as wisp of smoke, Ariel slithered under the door to Caliban’s room and rematerialized back into his androgynous form with the magical jewelry in hand. The youth was fast asleep in his simple rough bed, his breathtakingly handsome face looking almost angelic in repose. A quick sprinkling of sleep dust ensured that Caliban wuld remain deeply asleep, and a wave of Ariel's hand caused to air to stir under the apprentice’s sheets, making them inflate and float away from the young man's body. 

Like a curtain falling off a masterpiece statue at an unveiling, the discarded sheets revealed to the dancing light of a fireplace the perfectly carved form of his glorious young body. Caliban’s youth kept smooth, unblemished skin stretched tight over muscles that had been made voluptuous and defined by all the heavy lifting of his many chores. The young man's form perfectly combined raw power and masculine beauty into a living work of art. Though just past the cusp of manhood, Caliban's flesh was adorned only with the faintest of adult hairs, no courser than the fuzz of a peach. The young man combined all of the best qualities of boy and man into one perfect form. 

Ariel gazed almost regretfully upon the nude form of Caliban curled up in a semi-fetal position, and said, “My misery acquaints a young man with strange bedfellows. What shame that one so young and beautiful should have to die.” Ariel set the jewelry aside to a corner of the bed. “It would be wrong if I were to send you on your way without a parting fuck, my lovely.” 

A simple flick of his fingers cast his robe off his shoulders and down to the floor. Though older than the time of man, Ariel’s body retained the sinewy form of adolescence. His cock, proud and true, already drooled with anticipation. His delicate fingers reached out to Caliban’s round and muscular buttocks and grabbed firmly onto one of the solid mounds of flesh. Like a potter handling fine porcelain, Ariel used his hold to guide Caliban’s body onto its stomach and slid his hands down the length of the lad’s powerful legs, one at a time, coercing them to sway wide apart from each other. 

Ariel reached over to a flask of skin oil that Caliban kept nearby in an ongoing effort to become proficient in the masturbatory arts. Ariel floated the flask over the valley that separated the bulbous mounds of Caliban’s ass and then slowly turned it over, permitting only a few drips of oil out at first. The oily beads landed quickly on the steep inner slope of the apprentice’s right check and swiftly made their way down to the deep yet slim ravine that guided the drops to the glory of his hole. The drops of oil soon became a gentle cascade as the flask was tipped even more. Shimmering rivers of oil meandered through the creases of his voluminous scrotum, which rested firmly on his mattress and was packed full by the youth's big, bulky balls. The oil then pooled upon the sheets around his huge testicles as a few drops even found their way to the base of the young apprentice’s prodigious penis, which was neatly folded up under his torso and firmly pinned down to the mattress by his solid and gloriously defined stomach. 

Ariel set the flask aside and with nimble penetrating fingers worked the oil deeper into the sleeping Caliban’s anal cavity. Ariel whispered, “Do you know how beautiful your manhole is? How your inner sanctum feels warm and soft to the touch? Well, do you? I do.” 

Spellbound by the sight of his fingers deep in the young man’s tight and muscular ass, Ariel almost forgot he did not have much time before the sleeping dust wore off. “Oh yes, I must be quick or I will deny my cock the pleasures my fingers have had.” 

Swiftly, and with a hard smack to the ass, Ariel mounted the unconscious Caliban. As Ariel callously shoved his sizable cock into the apprentice’s hole, he slapped what little of Caliban’s handsome face was exposed from behind, grabbing the thick hair on the back of his head and shoving the young man’s face into the pillows. With the finesse of a lumberjack, Ariel’s cock angrily axed away any virtue from the lad’s body, deflowering him. And when Ariel notice that Caliban’s breathing was stifled by the pillows, he grabbed onto the disheveled locks of hair with both hands and reared the apprentice’s head back as if he were riding a stubborn horse. The sleeping youth's beautiful form was bent backwards, displaying his powerful musculature to great effect, and Ariel pondered for a flash of a moment if it would be more satisfying than killing him to let Caliban awaken at that moment and let the young apprentice experience the full humiliation of his rape. Prudence won out over lust, and Ariel decided not to awaken the young man. 

Growing bored with this position, Ariel kept pumping the young man’s tight ass as he effortlessly flipped the muscular and heavy youth over onto his back, grabbed his ankles, and lifted his knees to his wide and powerful chest. Ariel looked down with contempt at Caliban’s flaccid yet still extremely impressive manhood as it danced floppily around his stomach. Even limp, the young man's huge cock was larger than most men's erections, and measured nearly a foot long and thick as a wrist in its current, quiet state. Beneath that monster of a cock, hanging low and loose in their floppy scrotum, were Caliban's massive balls, each larger than the largest lemon. Though Ariel had a supernatural beauty all his own, he had always been jealous of the raw power and sheer masculine beauty of the young man, and was most jealous of all of his massive sexual endowment. 

A sudden rage came over the creature as he gazed upon Caliban's massive junk. The spirit helper let go one of the apprentice’s muscular legs, letting the meaty limb flounder to the side, and he fiercely grasped onto the base of Caliban’s balls and yanked backward. Ariel had a strength that belied his slender frame, and he cruelly pulled the young man's huge and bountiful balls almost to the point of tearing them off. The mighty man orbs were stretched to just over 6 inches from his muscular crotch, straining against Ariel's frightful strength, and quivered at the ends of their powerful cords on the edge of destruction. Ariel yanked harder still, adding yet another inch to the awesome stretch, yet Caliban's mighty balls continued to defy him, and remained firmly rooted to his crotch. The spirit knew, however, that their resistance was waning, and that one more good yank would tear the massive balls free from their host... 

Ariel suddenly sighed and announced, “Ah, it’s no fun without the screaming.” 

But Ariel kept on fucking Caliban anyway, keeping the young man's balls stretched to their very limit, where they bulged bright red and shiny at the end of their smooth sac. The number of minutes became lost to him as he reveled in pleasure, using the young man's beautiful body as he had always wished. After a seeming eternity, Ariel’s body began to shudder uncontrollably, his muscles rippling and his back arching as he shot a steaming hot load of his juices deep into Caliban’s guts. When his powerful orgasm was complete, the cruel elf recoiled to a far corner of the bed and cast Caliban’s muscular body aside like a dirty used tissue. 

“Take that, my dear apprentice. I am going to miss that ass of yours.” 

But when Caliban started to stir and moan, Ariel realized he had lost track of the time and that he must act quick. He tried to hit him with more of the sleeping dust but quickly remembered that the sleep dust would not work on the mortal until another sunset had come and gone. With only time to put one of the magical jewels on Caliban, Ariel chose the one that would make his death the most amusing -- the cock ring. 

The spirit helper helped himself to the apprentice’s goods as he reached down between the 18-year-old's legs and cradled the more than ample manhood that was made slimy during the rape. Caliban’s body stirred more and more as Ariel’s vise-like grip grew tighter and tighter, virtually crushing the young man's enormous sexual organs. 

“Merrily, merrily shall I live now, under the blossom that hangs on this bough. Watch, as I pluck the fruit of your youth from your tree of life. Tell me young one, would this be the favorite tool of your sophomoric years? The very tool that I’ve spied you hammering out countless sunrises with, is it? Ironic, that the instrument of your enjoyment should become the instrument of my murderous rage released upon your nubile body.” 

With Caliban’s privets flooded with oil and semen, slipping the cock ring on should have been a simple matter for Ariel’s nimble fingers. But as he grabbed the ring and quickly scooped up the lad’s balls, he realized that the prodigious orbs were considerably larger than the ring. Ariel was forced to work on one ball at a time, pressing the massive gland against the ring with his strong but slender fingers, causing the orb to bend and distort grotesquely until, with an audible pop, it squirted through the ring to the other side. 

Once both of Caliban's huge balls were through the hoop, Ariel began to work on his even less cooperative cock. Ariel forced the head and the main meat of Caliban’s manhood through with not so gentle pokes and prods of his fingers, but he eventually succeeded in working the ring down to the very root of the young man's massive, flaccid cock. 

Almost instantly, Caliban’s penis sprang to life and furiously swelled in Ariel’s hand, becoming hard with unnatural speed due to the magic of the ring. And to even Ariel’s surprise, the already massive impressive phallus continued to grow and grow beyond its already colossal normal length and girth. Ariel had to lean back to completely view what had become a monstrous 20+ inches of throbbing flesh, as thick as Caliban's own muscle-corded forearm. The fey creature gasped in wonder and awe at the mighty tower of man meat, and as his eyes traveled down that great length to the orbs hanging beneath, his breath caught in his throat. Caliban's massive testicles were swelling as well, easily doubling their mass and becoming larger than Caliban's own massive fists. 

With this pulsating mass of swollen man flesh perched on his groin, Caliban could sleep no more, and he awoke to the intense sight and sensation of his monstrous cock in the clutches of the evil Ariel. Caliban immediately kicked Ariel away as he clasped onto his painfully engorged cock. 

Caliban cried out, “What have you done? My third arm! It is grotesquely large and stabs pain into my groin!” 

Ariel rebounded to his feet, bouncing on the mattress with glee as he laughed out. “Fill all thy bones with aches!” 

As he tried to console his monstrous erection, Caliban sobbed out, “Why are you reveling in my pain? What is the point of this cruel prank?” 

Ariel delivered with thespian flair, “If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? 

“Revenge? Revenge for what?” 

“Your mother and the years of freedom she denied me! And since she is dead, I hold you accountable for her sins. And the restitution I seek is denying her son the remaining years of his life.” 

The apprentice was barely able to reason through the pain.“Please, I beg of you, mercy! You can not be the wicked creature I see standing over me.” 

Ariel smiled, “Oh, yes I am, apprentice. I celebrate the darker side within me. It is the darker side that gives sheen to my personality. Hell is empty and all the devils are here!” 

Without warning, Caliban let out a deep-throated scream and fell back deep into his sheets. At that same moment, a geyser of his man-milk exploded from his cock with a force never seen before. The massive wads of his seed shot high into the air and splattered across the wall behind him as his body writhed and distorted with intense pain. Ariel had secretly watched Caliban pound out countless loads, and he knew that the young man was incredibly virile, capable of blasting out prodigious loads that exceeded that of 10 normal men. But even the young man's abnormally huge loads paled in comparison to the sheer volume of sperm currently being purged from his loins. Nearly two dozen salvos of spunk were jettisoned from Caliban's cannon-like cock, leaving the wall completely drenched and white-washed in the young man's thick and creamy effluvium. 

The young man had just started to regain his breath when a second purge of his sperm rocketed out his cock with the same volume and intensity as the first. Ariel danced and showered in the apprentice’s juices, playfully intercepting the fountaining gush with his own naked body. Like a child in the rain, Ariel let the massive wads of hot sperm pelt his bare skin. 

Droplets of the hapless lad’s seed landed on his tongue, and Ariel celebrated, saying, “Something wicked this way cums. Oh, what a deal of scorn looks so beautiful and taste as sweet as the contempt and anger on my lip!” 

As the second massive ejaculation subsided, Caliban knew he had only a moment to plead for his life before the next surge of his seed -- already welling up within his loins -- appeared. 

“Please, I beg of you to end this! I barely knew my mother and I’m too young to die.” Caliban cried with abandon as tears cascaded down his handsome and sperm drenched face. "I had nothing to do with your imprisonment! How can you hold me to task for my mother's sins?" 

Ariel mocked, “Tis better to be brief than tedious. And your life was already tedious.”

“But does my death have to be so painful? So infused with your anger?” 

Ariel dismissed his plea, “Things without all remedy should be without regard; what’s done is done.” 

Caliban struggled to his feet. “Curse you, you evil creature!” 

Caliban then fled out the door and down the hall. 

Ariel teased as he followed, “Where do you go, naïve apprentice? To the wizard’s lab? There are no cures for you there!” 

Caliban made it to the stair and half way down before he was downed by another crippling orgasm. He screamed as all the veins in his cock became bloated and hard, giving his throbbing phallus the texture of a stained glass window. The head of his cock, flush with blood, mimicked an apple ready for the picking, only even larger in size. And once more his loins purged their pearlescent tea, this time painting the dull gray stone walls and flagstone stair a shimmering shade of white. 

Ariel mused, “Yet who would have thought the young man to have had so much sperm in him? Blow wind! Come wrack! At last you'll die.” 

Caliban’s buckets of semen quickly made a mess of the stairs. The next dozen steps below him became a viscous waterfall of sperm, making footing extremely treacherous. Ariel floated past the convulsing hulk of a lad and grabbed him by his heroically swollen balls, dragging him down the rest of the stairs. The apprentice was too overwhelmed by the supernatural orgasm to even notice he was being yanked down the stairs and then across the floor of the main hall. 

But then as the orgasm subsided, Caliban panicked when he realized he was being dragged into the wizard’s circle, a smooth inlay of different colored marbles where any incantations, potions, or charms would be at least ten times as powerful. The weakened apprentice tried in vain to break free of Ariel’s grip. Fortunately, the apprentice’s latest eruption ended just as the vengeful imp got a foot in the circle. The sperm slick that coated Caliban’s body made it easier for him to kick his way free of Ariel’s molesting grip. Clasping his crotch, the exhausted apprentice staggered to his feet and tried to make a run for it, but was quickly tackled from behind by Ariel. 

The two naked males fell to the floor and became a slimy tangled mess as one tried to overpower the other. Caliban by far had the greater size and mass, but his mighty strength was more than matched by that of the supernatural fey creature. Ariel constantly tried to regain his testicular clutch on Caliban as Caliban kept trying to push Ariel away. The duo fought and tumbled for many long minutes, and Caliban was able to hold off his next orgasm through sheer force of will and desperation. 

Ariel finally stunned Caliban when he was able to get his mouth around the top of the apprentice’s monstrously swollen cock. Caliban looked down in disbelief as Ariel started to felate him. The pleasure of the creature's mouth on his engorged organ paralyzed the young man, and Ariel quickly pinned him backward on the hard stone floor. 

Caliban, caught between disgust and fascination, cried, “You queer little beast! What unholy act is this?” 

Ariel surfaced just long enough to stifle the lad, “Oh, be a man and just enjoy it. Your tea is so sweet, and I must have more.” 

Unable to hold back any longer, Caliban's muscular body was wracked by a fourth orgasm, and his loins purged a fresh batch of his impossibly thick baby batter. No mortal could have kept pace with the volume and force of such an unnaturally huge load, but Ariel was able to swallow every ounce of Caliban's powerful male essence without spilling a drop. 

As he leaned back on his elbows, Caliban was lost in the overwhelmingly pleasant and painful sensations of his latest orgasm. But he swiftly remembered that the nasty little imp was trying to kill him, and his disdain for this creature swelled within him and he pushed off Ariel of his cock, causing the fey creature to spit out some of his thick sperm. 

The apprentice lunged to his feet with astonishing grace for one so large, and consoled his over engorged cock like a wounded pet as it belched out the dregs of its fourth massive load. The sprite reclined indolently on the floor and smiled cruelly at the young man, thick ropes of Caliban's fresh cum dripping down his chin and neck. 

Caliban stumbled a few steps away from the wicked creature, and he used his big hands to scrape and fling away huge slugs of his seed from his body. The young muscle man was disoriented from their scuffle, however, and did not realize that he now stood right on the rim of the wizard’s circle. 

Caliban looked at Ariel with undisguised hatred as he said, “I shall do everything I can to banish you from this island.” 

Ariel shrugged it off. “Oh relax. Come lay beside your enemy and set aside our rivalries. Lay here on the earth, and from our fair and unpolluted flesh may violets spring!” 

Caliban denied him, “I would be mad to trust in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.” 

Ariel spurned, “I am no whore.” 

“Not from where I stand. And I definitely would not lay with a whore as common as you.” 

Ariel’s voice deepened, “Then die.” 

The Ariel reached out with his leg and gave a gentle tap of his toe on Caliban’s muscular hip. The dazed apprentice recoiled by taking a step back into the wizard’s circle. 

By the time he realized his heels were on the smooth marble, it was already too late. The effect was instantaneous, and the lad screamed and he doubled over in pain as if some invisible boxer had punched him in the gut. Then just as quick, he fell back deeper in the circle as a torrent of cum gushed out the plump head of his massive member with a truly terrifying force. As Ariel watched in awe, Caliban's cock swelled even larger still, adding several inches to its already colossal length, and bloating to an even more impossible girth. The young man's skin was stretched tighter than a drum around the gargantuan organ, and it looked ready to split open at any moment. The young man's oversized bull balls also swelled to even greater dimensions, bloating to the size of large gourds and visibly quivering in their straining sac as they manufactured fresh splooge at a frightening rate. The helpless lad's sexual organs looked like they were about to explode, and Ariel began to wonder if that might actually happen. 

Caliban writhed around violently within the circle as the smooth marble inlays were almost instantly covered with layer after layer of his sperm. The muscular young apprentice tried desperately to drag himself out of the circle, but due to the overwhelmingly intense and inhuman orgasm, he no longer had the coordination needed to navigate the marble made slick and slippery by his own precious bodily fluids. He tried to choke off the flow by strangling his cock, but any touch just made the sensation even more intense. Caliban was no longer cumming in separate ropes and wads of sperm; instead, his orgasm had become one unbroken, pulsating fountain of gloopy, viscous splooge. 

Ariel danced around the circle with great delight and jumped through the thick stream of semen with victorious revelry as Caliban’s naked body became awash with his milk. 

Ariel sang out, “The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees left this vault to brag of.” 

Caliban spit out a mouthful of seed and choked out, “Please, Ariel, for… forgive me and have mer… mercy on me! My head and my lo… loins are about to explode!” 

“Then let the fireworks commence!” 

The apprentice’s beautiful eyes rolled back in his head as the spew of his jism came to a crescendo. His entire body convulses and his body arches powerfully backward, every mighty and powerful muscle bulging spectacularly. His limbs strike a pose and seem to freeze in place with one hand reaching for the heavens. 

Caliban is almost incoherent at this point as he mutters, “I now stare into…the dark backward …and abysm of …time…. Please dear… lord, I now beg… for the sweet release that only… death…can bring me… now.” 

Caliban’s flexed and contorted limbs suddenly went limp and rested flat on the sperm soaked floor. His gloriously muscular torso convulsed, his spectacular abs tightened, and his powerful diaphragm constricted, all the muscles needed to continue the unabated geyser of semen erupting from his pulsating cock even as he lay nearly unconscious. The flow of sperm had long since flooded the valleys between his majestic muscles and cascaded off his side to form warm pools of white and translucence around and under his body. Ariel folded his legs as he sat on the floor above Caliban’s head and looked deep into beautiful eyes clouded and sticky with sperm. 

Ariel put a finger to the Caliban’s mouth, “Hush my dear apprentice. Though I am not the god you pray to, I shall have mercy on you and usher you to the afterlife." 

Ariel cupped his palm and scooped up a handful of Caliban’s sperm from the young man's cum drenched body and poured it into the apprentice’s gasping mouth. As Caliban choked on his own seed, Ariel scooped up another handful of splooge and smiled. 

“Poor unfortunate Caliban, you are the tainted wether of the flock, meet your death:  the weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.” 

Ariel repeatedly scooped up loads of the lad’s spilt seed and poured them down between quivering lips that struggled for every breath. Even the young man's nose became clogged with the backwash of his own milk, choking off his air. But still the young man fought on with remarkable resilience and stamina, struggling mightily for one more breath. Ariel thought it a fitting irony that the handsome and powerful youth would be slain by his own incredible virility. 

When the apprentice’s powerful young lungs were completely flooded with his gooey white broth, Ariel’s baling of the apprentice’s liquid seed halted. He watched as the last few bubbles of Caliban’s breath percolated up through the pool of sperm that filled the young man’s oral cavity. Caliban's colossal cock gave one last mighty lurch, spewing a final, massive wad of semen nearly a dozen feet into the air. The mighty phallus then began to collapse and deflate, finally laying to rest splayed across powerful abdominal muscles that were still and lifeless. A thick flow of sperm flooded out of the spent organ, spilling down into the massive pool of splooge on the floor, and draining the last dregs of sperm from his tortured and burnt out balls. 

And upon the last beat of the young man's powerful heart, the young apprentice’s genitals returned to their normally hefty and ‘merely’ massive size. The weight of the cock ring forced his penis to roll to one side and over the side of one thigh, allowing the ring to fall off and chime as it rolled across the floor and out of the wizard’s circle. 

Ariel kissed Caliban on his cum drenched lips and said, “Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow.” 

It took Ariel two days to mop away the trail of semen that lead back to Caliban’s room, but he left the ring and the apprentice’s body where it expired for the wizard Prospero to discover on his own. By the time the wizard did return, Ariel had rehearsed many times a story where he was ignorant of these events until he discovered the aftermath of what was obviously a case of a young apprentice’s curiosity getting the best of him. The wizard did gravely mourn the passing of his promising apprentice and shed tears as he conjured up a storm of fire to incinerate the body of the young man he hoped would have taken someday his place. He realized that the vengeance he had just wrought on his enemies was now a hollow thing with the loss of his beloved and beautiful stepson. 

But be warned, gentle reader, for even though centuries have passed since the murder of Caliban, Ariel lives on and still blames young and beautiful men for the woes of his life. 

Day of the Nut Crackers - Original Version

The Day of the Nut Crackers

Submission Date: 2002-12-03By: Littledick

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A story of two boy studs captured unawares for the evenings entertainment and excitement for a large gathering. "NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH AT ALL", a story of brutal cock and ball toucher. Boys loose their balls in a painful way and their cocks modified and are left totally useless.

The Day of the Nut Crackers

By: Littledick

The day started as any other, Chris and I had lived together for a number of years now, since we both left school and got jobs. We lived in a small Studio Apartment closes to town and the action. Every night we would meet after work in the gym and workout before going home and then hit the clubs and pubs together. The two of us we an inseparable item and enjoyed rough sex together. Both of us toped and bottomed each other in turn all the time.

The two of us had just come out of the gym dressed in our Lycra shorts and tops. We were walking down a small back street when we both got jumped from behind. We were both gagged, blind folded and hog tied and then thrown into the back of a van and driven off. The van seemed to go drive around for hours before it pulled up, I don’t know where. But the air was cold as the back doors of the van were opened. We were dragged across a yard and pushed in a barn from the smell of things and the straw like material we felt under us as we landed on the floor. I new we were still together as I could hear Chris breathing but we could not communicate with each other because of the gags we had in our mouths.

Some time passed before someone came in and removed our training shoes and then cut our shorts, jockstraps and tops off. Then we had something shoved up our arses and it wasn’t long before our backsides were being filled with fluid. I thought they were never going to stop filling me as I could feel them pushing something against the butt plug to keep them firmly in. My guts became rock hard with the amount of what ever it was that was pumped into me. I can only assume that Chris was getting the same treatment. Once the fluid stopped entering us the plugs were left into us as our stomachs began to cramp with the pressure of what was happening to us.

It was about a half an hour before the pressure was released from the butt plugs and they shoot out our arses like a shoot out of a gun. I could hear the stuff coming out my butt but also Chris’. I am sure my entrails flew out of my butt hole at the same time but before I had a chance to get myself together we were both being filled again. This time the cramps started sooner but we were forced to have to hold it in again before we were relieved of the solution. The two of us were then hosed down and left after we were put onto some dry straw.

Without warning we were both dragged out and untied so that we could stand up. Our legs were then tied loosely with our legs apart. Our arms were untied and then retied spread apart above our heads pulling us up. Then our legs were spread till I thought I was going to split apart. The sounds of hair clippers started and next the buzz of the clippers were running up the back of our necks and over our heads relieving us of our well kept heads of hair that was now falling to the floor like rain around us. The clippers buzzed away and continued through our pubic hair and underarms before they stopped. I could tell that someone was behind me when our blindfolds were removed. I still couldn’t see as there were no lights on and before our eyes could adjust we were both hooded with something that encased our whole heads. It must have been made from leather from the smell of it as well as they were a little stiff and had to be laced up. We could only breathe through our noises at this point.

Our bodies were then covered in what smelt like hair remover as it quickly began to sting as the cream did its work. The person doing me had a great time smearing the goo up my butt crack making sure a finger or two went up my arse in the process. It wasn’t like both of us had much body hair to start with. The two of us are of average height around five foot ten inches tall, slim with a few hairs on our legs and a bit on our arms and of course our pubic hair and underarm hair. Both our bodies are fairly well defined with all our gym activity and nice six packs that weren’t over done like a body builder but they weren’t just there either. Both of us were proud of our eight inch cocks and nice big heavy balls that hung loosely in their long floppy sacks proudly between our legs.

We had no idea why we were here, or why we had been picked on either and no one seemed to be telling us anything at this stage. After some time high pressure hosed were turned on to us to wash the hair remover and our body hair off. A second application of cream was manipulate into our skin. The stinging commenced immediately and I started to get really hot and sweat began to drip off me. I thought I was going to burst into flames as my body got hotter and hotter but after a half hour or so I suddenly began to cool off. Once again we were hosed off and let dry before any further contact was had.

Manacles were fitted to our legs before our arms were released and then they were tied behind us again. We were then dragged by our balls into another area and manipulated between some sort of structure and tied spread eagled between it. The sounds in this room sounded a bit hollow like it was a large area. Not long after some large bright lights were turned onto us as I could see light in some of the stitch holes of the hood I was wearing but I couldn’t see or make anything out either. Then lots of people could be heard coming in and past us. Different ones started to touch us and fondle my cock and balls and run their hands over my bubble but and a few of them spread my butt checks and spat on my hole and push a finger or two up it. This inspection seemed to go on for some time. Once the inspection stopped I could tell people were all around us.

Then someone spoke on a loud speaker, welcome to tonight’s entertainment when a rather load cheer went up. Just as that was said I could feel someone putting something like rawhide around the top of my scrotum and without warning it was snapped closed and tied off with some tight knots in it. I now I jumped at the point the noose snapped closed around the neck of my nuts just under my cock trapping my balls in their sack. This left me to wonder what was to follow.

Gentlemen you have computer pads in front of you the voice said. The computer screen will give you choices to what happens next. Push the button that is associated with your choice, the computer will then display the results on the screen and we take the top three choices that receive the most votes. Then you pick one of the top three and secondly the severity of it and then with what device and we carry out the top result on our two guests the voice went onto say. Guests I heard my head say again and again, like we had a choice to be here or not, you have to be kidding.

Here we go as the computer threw up six listings. The guy on the microphone said great choices. Now lets redo the top three, now the severity, fantastic and with what! Ok, you have picked three kicks, harshness: heavy, and with steel capped boots. Shortly after I could here two people come in, obviously wearing boots as the crowd went wild in anticipation. Then the guy counted down five, four, three two, one. The next thing all I could see was stars as my nuts received three brutal kicks one after the other. The place was going wild at our agony and torment.

Well that gets the evening off to a good start, who wants to hear these guys scream a bit so we can also enjoy hearing their enjoyment of the treatment. Again the place went wild, so someone came over undid our hods pulled the wadding out of our mouths and retied the hoods and opened the mouth zippers in the hoods. Good said the commentator lets go for the next trick. The screen showed six suggestions, the guys pressed away at their buttons. Within a few moments three were left and the guys went to work again at their buttons making their selections. Then it was announced a bucket to be hung off our nuts and a house brick dropped into it, and a two kilo weight dropped in every two minutes for ten minutes.

A parachute was put around our nuts and a bucket tied to the parachute with rope was set up. Then a house brick was dropped into the bucket from a great height and we both screamed as the weight hit the bottom of the bucket with a thud. We grunted as we tried to come to grips with the weight. Just as we were beginning to get used to the weight a two kilo weight was dropped in causing us to groan once more. As the next weight was thrown into the bucket we started to scream as it felt like our balls were being ripped from our bodies. Our screams increased as the next three weights were dropped in. Two minutes were up after the last weight was put in someone came over and cut the rope holding the buckets and we screamed at full volume as our balls flew up and hit our cocks. The relief was just as painful as the treatment we received, the both of us screamed again when the parachutes were taken off. The crowd was laughing at us and our predicament.

The crowd hushed as the screens cleared and the next suggestions appeared on them. Once again the guys were clicking away at their choices. Eventually it was announced and he said, nice one guys. To be tied to tables so cannot move with balls bunched in crotch, large round ball paddles to be used. Twenty four strokes to nuts, without any breaks brutality mercilessness, in other words gentlemen full fury, and this will be good. I am getting hard already in anticipation he said.

The structure we were tied to began to rotate us, a table was pushed under us to which we were then tied and strapped to. By the time they finished all we could move was our fingers and toes. Once we were ready the MC spoke and said who would like to bid to deliver this trick, we need two and the highest two bidders will get the job. There was much noise as the bidding proses went on. Two guys bid a thousand dollars each and were given instructions of what to do. They were told not to hit our balls with the round flats of the paddles but with the edges of the paddles which were and inch thick and they were to go at it with all they were worth as they wouldn’t feel a thing. Gents you need to sit on their chests and give them twenty four strokes one after the other. Oh there is one more thing; if seventy five percent of the crowd don’t believe you did a good enough job, you will receive the same treatment yourselves as you have just handed out. Both men put their hands over their own crotches making out to protect themselves as the announcer spoke.

With that the two guys mounted our chests and once they were ready like jockeys on their horses before a race, the count down commenced. Next thing I knew I was screaming at full voice as the heavy wooden paddle landed and got both nuts. Within moments my balls receive an other blow, blow after blow rained down and the sound coming out my mouth sounded like and animal rather than a human being. I didn’t think I could scream any loader as I felt my whole being smashed under me but I did. At one stage I thought I was going to throw up but didn’t. By the time the twenty fourth blow had been received it came down on only one nut I believed had exploded under the paddle. My whole body tried to contort itself in an effort to get away from the blow and protect myself but that just didn’t happen. When they had finished I was heaving heavily and every muscle in me hurt and felt like it was on fire. My voice was getting a horse and my throat felt like it had been ripped out of me. I wondered why I hadn’t passed out but no form of release seemed to come my way.

The place was going wild and I could only wonder why I had a hard on and had shoot my load which hadn’t gone unnoticed. The announcer was beside himself and said the rules say if they shoot themselves they are to receive six more shoots and if they keep shooting six more shoot for each time they shoot. With that the count down begun again and on the fifth blow I shoot again, the guys screamed out he still has one blow to go before you do six more. They must have been doing each of us separately this time as I didn’t hear much from Chris or it was he didn’t shoot like I did. My rider repositioned himself for the next seven blows. This time he lined up one swollen nut at a time so he could deliver a full blow to one nut in turn to cause the maximum amount of pain. Fuck I thought I was about to pass out this time my balls couldn’t take much more of this. But on the last blow my cock betrayed me and shoots more cum out of the tip. The house was going absolutely will as this mean six more. The place was chanting in time with the blows like a Cox-man in a rowing team would to keep the rhythm. Again my rider lined up each nut and with both hands on the shaft of the paddle it came raining down. I threw up as the blows kept raining down on my mushed nuts. This time I didn’t shoot again to the howls and boos of the crowd.

Then I heard Chris scream as he received six more swats of the ball paddle, but he was lucky he didn’t shoot again. Then the announcer asked the crowd to vote weather the guys did a good enough job. The answer came back in the affirmative, much to their relief. A small break was called as the house got itself back together after that sceptical. My balls felt like they had swollen to three or four times their normal side. I knew I still had them as I could feel each one throb away in their sack. Someone came over to regroup our nuts and get them back together in our crotches. I screamed the moment they were lightly touched. The sack felt like it was on fire.

Once the crowd had settled once more the announcer said that they were going to give us a chance to select our next trick. As the computer slowly ran through the unused tricks in it data base it was displayed on the screen and would stop when we pushed a button each together. A button was brought over and we were told to push it when we were ready. When the two of us pushed together the computer would stop, highlight the trick then start the amount collum and again stop when we both pushed together. A random number generator went to work and the harshness of the trick would pulse through till we agreed on as it were.

The crowd went wild as the computer stoped and highlighted the trick. Nothing was said so we could hear. The amount number generator started and stopped to the cheer of the crowd. Then the worst part of all, the severity generator started and the assembly went ballistic at the result. The announcer said these guys just love the pain don’t they. Three dozen clenched fists to the nuts full force. My body just shook in fear as the MC said it, an auction again to choose who will deliver the trick, come on guys these two guys are begging for the strongest most muscular guys to make soup out of their boy balls. The bidding was fast and furious and reached five thousand dollars. Again the speaker reminded them that the crowd would vote on if the job was done right or not at the end of it.

Two big burly guys won the chance to mash our nuts. This time the tables could be lowered to what ever hight the guys wanted. So that they could stand to deliver their maximum full forced delivery into our unprotected and waiting nuts. Once things were ready the two consistences had selected which one of us they wanted the count down began. Before we were ready the guys were pounding our balls for all they were worth. My guy was trying to not only pound my balls through my legs but the table I was tied as well. Screaming was useless as my voice had almost gone altogether and just funny animal like noise came out. The pain I was receiving wasn’t funny like my voice but was something unbelievable. I could have sworn that the guy was hitting the whole of my body at one time. I thew up again and I couldn’t tell if I shoot or not even though it was the last thing on my mind but my cock had a mind of its own and the fucker betrayed me and did to my absolute horror.

I was delirious in pain and the sound emanating from the gathered throng was more than I could take in and I am sure I must have swung in and out of consciousness but I couldn’t really tell by the time the three dozen strikes had been delivered. My guy was told to deliver six more of the best blows he could muster to my balls as everyone screamed smash them, smash them as he did his best to comply. Then the judgement on the execution of the trick was voted on. My guy did ok but Chris’ guy failed. The announcer said to my guy you have to give Chris six of the best to make sure he was hurting as bad as I was. During this the failed guy was grabbed and stripped and tied up spread eagled and the announcer said I love this part as I get to deliver ten good kicks to our new guys balls to the pleasure of all gathered.

Once they were ready the MC went over and lined the guy up and booted the guy in the balls. He then did a couple of fancy marshal arts type jumps and kicks to him as he was screaming for all he was worth. The guy couldn’t contain himself and pissed as he received the last kick to his nuts and too the audiences delight. He was allowed to get dressed and the announcer asked how his balls were in his tight pants and the guy answered sore as the announcer then kneed him in the nuts to send him on his way back to his seat.

His attention then returned to us and said come on fellas the night is still young and we have these four very swollen balls to finish off yet to punish for our entertainment. With that they got things going again and we were next placed on our stomachs with our chests strapped to the table. Our legs were tied to a spreader bar and pulled up behind us pulling our butts and torso off the table. Then our cock and balls were tied and stretched up behind us for all they were worth. With that the announcer asked the spectators to cheek their seat numbers. He then got one of the guys on stage to draw two disks out of a container. He then called out numbers forty eight and number eighty eight. Two very excited guys came down on to the stage. Your task is to light those two candles and to hold them five or six inches above there suspended and stretched packages and coat them totally in candle wax. You’re not finished to all the skin covering their cocks and balls are totally covered.

They waisted no time lighting the candles and getting into position. Then a torrent of hot melted wax began to drip down onto our cocks and balls. Each drip caused more pain as it hit our tender bruised and battered genitalia. The wax stung and burned as it hit my dick head. The pain as my guy poured the boiling wax over my balls was something else. My voice just made a gurgling sound after all the screaming and all I could do was thrash my head around uttering only more silly sounds. There was a loud laugh from the audience as a drop of wax sizzled as it hit a wet spot on the tip of my cock that caused my whole body to contort. Once they had covered all the genital skin they could cover the waxing stopped.

The two guys were told that their job wasn’t over yet. They were handed two small whips with five tails on each. Then it was announced that they had to whip all the wax off and that a judge each would raise a hand once each set of cock and balls was denude of wax. The last guy to finish would have to lie on a table and have his cock and balls covered in wax by the other. Two of the crew came over as judges and the count down began. Then a fury of blows rained down on our packages, they were going hell for leather as neither of them wanted to receive a waxing themselves. Our bodied contorted and bounced at the stinging tails of the whips as they pulled the wax of our hot and mutilated genitalia.

Before we realised a shout went up and the guy doing Chris had finished as my guy got the last of the wax of me. He was grabbed straight away and stripped before being strapped to a table himself. They lay his cock over one leg and his extremely floppy balls over the other. A new candle was lit and the guy got to work pouring hot meted wax over the meet and two veg that lay before him. It wasn’t long before the fellow receiving the wax was screaming his head off. Once everything was covered the guy was untied and had to pull his pants on then four burly bouncers put him back on the table and the announcer came over and relit the candle and the fly of his jeans was pulled away and they waxed the zipper and then stuck the outside material of his fly over and the whole lot was then covered with wax before the two guys were let go back to their seats.

The computer did its work and we were made ready before being told what was going to happen to increase the element of surprise. The two of us were turned over with our backs firmly secured and strapped to the tables we were on. Other leather restraints were placed around our torsos and waists. We would eventually be left with our arses just hanging over the end of the tables. Our badly treated cocks and balls were pulled together sending a wave of pain through our bodies as they were pulled through our legs to hang over our bums between our legs as our legs were hoisted in the air back over us. Our legs were then strapped together at the knees and thighs trapping our precious equipment behind us. Our packages were then given another brutal tug to ensure they flopped about around our butt holes.

Two guys dressed only in chaps, boots and wide brimmed hats were brought in caring neatly rolled up stock whips. The MC set the computer going to determine the number of strokes we were to receive. Everyone was willing the computer for a high number, it was useless Chris and I to wish anything as we had no idea what was going in at all. The computer screen went blue and then displayed fifteen, the gathered throng booed, as they really wanted a lot more than fifteen. All we eventually heard was fifteen, but fifteen of what! The two cowboys then lined up their targets, our arses. The first thing we heard was a whistling sound shortly followed by a loud crack of the whip snapping across our butt cheeks opening up the skin on it’s way. The whole of my being flashed before my eyes and every muscle of my body contorted in one motion. A gargled like animal scream emanated from my mouth. I had never heard a sound like it before or since.

Sweat was pouring of my cruelty treated body as I heard a crack break over Chris’ body but I only heard a small sound from him as the group of on lookers watched on in glee. My cowboy was lining me up for the next stroke of the whip to show his skilfulness. I didn’t have to wait long as the whale of the whip could be heard as it flew through the air and snap once more. His whip cracked sharply as it came across my butt and wrapped its tentacles around my unprotected balls. From nowhere came a non human sound from deep within me as my body went stiff as a bord and then shook violently. As the guy pulled the whip back he tried to rip my balls off with it. A large bright red and raised welt developed across my nut sack and I thought my whole life had exploded within me. I don’t remember much else of the rest of the whipping. I thought it would be possible to feel or experience more pain that had already been dished out, but how wrong I was.

Once the crowd had calmed down the computer was reset and rolled again to the amusement of everyone except Chris and myself receiving all this. I know I was totally exhausted and hoped they would cut my balls off to end the agony I felt and Chris must have felt the same. The MC then spoke up saying this trick is the pin cushion. Twenty four needles to be inserted all the way through, twelve needles for each testicle and then six through the shaft and three more through the heads of their once proud cocks. Some guys came over and released us re-strapping us to the tables on our back with legs spread. Two specialists have been brought into do this one so let’s sit back and watch as they take their lot. In no time I could feel someone with latex gloves on handling my ultra sore and abused goodies.

In no time the first needle was pushed through my left ball till it came out through the other side. My whole body went like a piece of steel as the needle slide through my nut. He then did the same to the right nut, then he went back to the left one but this time he used a larger gauge needle and it felt like my nut was going to burst in the process. This was kept up till each ball had been skewered with twelve needles that had been forced through each nut and came out the other side. Next were the needles to the shaft on the underside of it. I jumped as the first needle hit the shaft he seemed to have to push like hell to get it to go in and through. Again it was pushed through until it came out the other side. All I could do was blow air out of my mouth as the only sort of noise I could make. My throat was dry, felt like barbed wire and the bottom of a cocky cage by this stage. I thought I would never be able to speak again if given the chance.

Our torment continued till the six needles were through our shafts, three on each side. The three needles to the head were still to come, but we didn’t have long to wait. The first one was forced though the head in the horizontal plane till it went right through and came out the other side. Then the next went through the vertical plane of the head. Each of these really hurt as the pressure distorted the whole shaft making the other needles ach like hell. The last needle was forced into the head just above the urethra into the thickest part of the head above the eye of it. It was forced straight down the shaft till it was all the way into the part that would go into the syringe itself. My mouth was wide opened but nothing came out but that didn’t reduce the amount of the pain that this one caused. My cock would never be the same again; little did I know what was to come later.

An announcement was broadcast that it was intermission before the finale and we need to allow these guys to enjoy their situation and the effort that went into those needles. If you want to come up and inspect how their packages are going you are all welcome but we ask that you don’t touch at this point. After some time the room went quiet and all we could do was lay there as our bodies throbbed within us, hoping that the end would come soon. Someone brought some water over and it was poured down our parched throats and all they said was enjoy boys as we have enjoyed seeing you suffer, the best is yet to happen.

Yet the end was still away off. I know the pain in my balls had subsided quiet a bit but the pain that radiated from my groin and entire body hadn’t reduced in any way but gripped my entire being. The noise in the auditorium got louder, as the guys returned to their seats, for the rest of the show with us as the unfortunate amusement for their pleasure, satisfaction and delight.

The announcer said we had better pull those pins out before we continue. So he had the two who put the needles in us pull them out but starting with the ones in our balls as our cocks hadn’t been tied off like our balls so they will hurt more as they were pulled out. I hardly felt the twenty four needles being removed from my nuts apart from some tugging as they were.

However my cock was a different story it was still very much awake and aware of what was done to it. Our balls on the other hand have been tied off for quiet a long time now and not responding like they did at the beginning of the evening. They started with the ones in the shaft; he seemed to pull them out slowly, but at an angle causing the needle ripped into new tissue on its way out. Thus the special centres of our bodies that normally brought us much pleasure have been reduced to the cause of our present misery, torment and pain.

I wasn’t primed for the pain that surged though my cock when they commenced to remove the three needles in the head of my cock. My whole being shuddered and convulsed, to say the least as my body suddenly became racked in pain from the tip of my head to toes. It’s hard to describe the feelings, as again they tore the two needles out at angles that went through the entire head of my cock. It was a bit like you think it would feel to have a tooth pulled out without pain killers but worse I think. This guy must have shredded the head of my cock as that’s what it felt like. Then came the one pushed through the top of my cock head. To start, he tried to force it further in, just to dig the hole it cause to go deeper. The guy on the microphone said to all “hay stupid pulling it out is the other way” to the laughter of the crowd. That is unless you are going to remove it from his ball bag, he went on to say. My guy responded, well that’s what I thought I would do, I can’t feel a thing, he said as the crowd went wild with elation. But then the needle was dragged out at an angle to cut even more tissue like the others within the head of my once proud and mighty cock on its way out and that part of the ordeal was over. It felt like the head of my crowning glory was reduced to tourn ribbons and laid open.

Once all the needles were out of the two of us we were left with blood still seeping out the seventeen or so wound holes in our cock and balls. The thought of infection setting in was not part of the show, but part of the pleasure it brought them that we might still be suffering long after the evening show was over and they had gone and forgotten us.

An announcement was made for the audience to get their wallets and cheque books ready. Who is going to bid to do the final trick of the evening leaving us with another two sets of trophies for the Trophy Room? By this stage of our suffering the words made no sense to me what so ever. I couldn’t even begin to comprehend what the words meant to either Chris or me that was just uttered by the announcer. The bidding started high and went even higher. The bidding reached ten thousand dollars and was still climbing; I couldn’t imagine why the figure got to that hight at this stage, talk about dumb innocence. It was then it began to dawn on me that my cock and balls might be in more than a spot of bother. The bidding stopped at twelve thousand and the other just under. The two guys were ushered onto the stage to pay their donations and to receive their prises, us!

Chris and I were then got ready for the final ordeals we were to face for the evening. We were left on our backs with a tight strap around just under our under arms. Our legs were attached to a spreader bar that was pull up and away lifting our butts off the table. They kept jacking our legs up till our backs were off the table and our bodies were well stretched and underarms pulling on the strap that was holding us back. Then a parachute stretcher was savagely paced around our scrotums and the central ring was then attached to a chain. The other end of this chain was then attached to another bar near the bar our feet were tied to. The chain pulling our nuts was done up so that our nuts were stretched away from our bodies as they could get them.

The two guys that won the bids were instructed as what they had to do away from us so that we had no idea what it was till the last moment. The famous count down began again counting from five, to one. With that the guys cut the ropes that held our feet up and they and the spreader bar came crashing down to the table with a huge thump. This left us with the weight of our bodies jerking on our balls alone which were almost torn from us as our body weight pull on them. However it didn’t and we were left with our nuts being pulled away from our bodies every moment we hung there. I know my mouth was wide open and I thought I was going to die and I am sure I heard my nut sack being tourn from my groin. The crowd was enjoying all that they were seeing. As we hung from our balls it felt like our arse holes and groins were going to be torn off us as well for the crowds’ pleasure.

No noises were coming from either of us as our voices gave out long ago. So there we were, our legs down near the table but unable to use them to relieve the tension on our balls and groin. Our balls looked like they were trying to get out of the bottom of their sacks. We were left hanging around for some ten minutes, the necks of our ball sacks were red raw and I am sure they were going to fail at any second and be torn from us. But the two auction winners came back over to us holding large knives that had been sharpened to the limit. The announcer screamed out now and with one mighty flick of the knives our balls were severed from our bodies. Our bodies came crashing down to the tables leaving our balls feet away from where they should have been attached. We had been mercilessly separated from the centre of our beings, our balls that used to provide us with so much delightful pleasure. In a strange sort of way it also ended the endless pain and torment we had endured through this particular evening.

Well gentlemen welcome our next two new eunuchs to the world. The place was going absolutely wild. The essence of who we were to them, our manhood, that is our balls were retrieved and held up for all to see and when everyone’s attention was back on our nuts, the two scrotums were turned upside down and everyone watched as our balls fell from their homes onto the table we were each on. Again the place erupted around us. Whilst all this was going on the guys who did their needlework earlier on us came in and cauterise our wounds and then removed the rawhide lace that was tied around the necks of our scrotums at the beginning of the night.

Suddenly the announcer shouted, but wait there is more these two eunuchs have won a luck draw from the computer; their cocks haven’t escaped the computers attention either. Just may be they could loose it all anyone wants to bet on wether they loose it or get it seriously modified. Here’s your chance to win some money, the betting is now open guys get in, and you have to be in it to win it. I know I was beyond it by now, my body just lay there lifeless and totally spent and so must have Chris. I am not sure even if I still remember Chris at this point of my misery and deprivation.

Now that the betting had been done attention returned to the two slabs of meat that were lying on the tables before them, that’s they way if felt to me anyhow. Whilst they were out betting our legs were secured to the ends of the table and more straps were placed on us around our waist and thighs. The MC said this last trick is going to be left up to the computer to pick using its random number generator. The huge screen cleared and turned blue and just stat there.

Are we ready guys the MC asked? A loud yes went up, then hear we go! The guy pushed the button and words commenced flying up the screen and the place went silent whilst they waited to see what would come up when the computer had done its thing. No one knew how long it would take because it was all part of the unknown computer program they used.

Without warning the screen stopped and the words, “Full subincision with meatus split, no pain killer.” Once again the crowd rose to its feet to cheer and whistle. They had certainly got their moneys worth this night. I never felt my needle point man pick up my cock and lay it back over my stomach. He even greased up a sound and pushed it down the length of my cock without me realising it. It was when the scalpel bite into the underside head of my cock before I realised anything was happening. He slowly pulled the scalpel slowly down the centre of my shaft opening my urethra up. He continued the entire length of my shaft till he got to the spot he cauterised earlier from when my ball sack once hung and right through to almost my anus. My body was in shock but I was still conscious and aware of my pain but out to it as well.

He picked up a new scalpel and returned to the head of my cock and then split the other top side of the head of my dick head open all the way down to the corona leaving the head completely split in two. The sound was left in and some powder stuff poured all over the wound and the guy then tidied the area where my sack had been cut off so that the subincision went all the way down the entire shaft that was exposed on me. It was split open through where my nut sack would have been and stopped just by my butt just behind my anus. The crowd was allowed to come past to see our balls, scrotums and cock modifications on their way out.

After the crowd had dispersed our groins were sewn up a bitt better so that no loose skin would be left hanging from where our nuts had been. The sounds were removed and a plastic catheter was pushed into our bladders and then something was poured over all our wounds which bite in like hell and dried the cut areas out. This would mean that it would be impossible for the hospitals attempting to stitch our cock shafts closed as they wouldn’t heal together again and the same applied to the split in the heads of our cocks if that’s what they should be called now.

We would now have to sit to piss, as our dicks were are even useless for pissing from. The guys attended to us made sure we didn’t slip into shock too much or fall unconscious either. We were given very sweet drinks to re-hydrates us before bundling us naked into the back of the van to be dumped somewhere. It was just before dawn and before it got light that the two of us were dumped near a hospital in our home area not far from where we were picked up originally. We were pushed out the back of the van and it disappeared into nowhere. There was no number plate that we could see on the back, but then I don’t know if we even tried to see one.

A couple of hospital attendants found us lying on the lawns motionless and took us into the emergency room and called the police. We were unable to give them any details as our voices were still totally rooted. They kept us in hospital for a week but there wasn’t anything they could do for us, except to get our strength back and ensure no infections set in. They also got us up on our feet again. Even after our voices sort of come back we knew nothing of our abductors apart from the story of what happened to us. Apparently we were not the first or the last to be found in this sort of situation.

Chris and I still live together and it is now many years since we became the night’s entertainment to be used and abused. Our cocks if that is what you would still call them have shrunk, but only a little leaving us with only three inches of slack split shafts hanging loosely from us with the split heads flared open like petals on a flower. They are more like useless sausages split open flopping about and serve no purpose what so ever. We can’t even use them to piss from so we are even less than little boys now, as boys can at least piss from there’s and get erections to play with and bring them pleasure. We have both become bottoms for everyone else to use for their enjoyment, just like the night our lives irrevocably changed.

Just remember they are still out there and have never been caught, so when you walk down a dark street at night - you could be the next entertainment on the program.

The End.

Day of the Nut Crackers

Day of the Nut Crackers

Based on an original story by Littledick

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A story of two boy studs captured unawares for the evenings entertainment and excitement for a large gathering. 

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Chad and I had lived together ever since fate first threw us together as dorm roommates our freshman year in college. We’re now seniors, and have been inseparable since that first day we met. 

People thought we were best friends because we were both college jocks and football stars, but no one knew the real reason for our close friendship. We had secretly been boyfriends since we came out to each other that first year in college, and every night since then we have made passionate love to one another. Both of us toped and bottomed each other in turn all the time, and we enjoyed plenty of rough sex together. The two of us were wildly popular on campus due to our handsome faces, awesome physiques, and fun-loving personalities, but few would have suspected that we were actually lovers, despite the fact that neither of us had ever been known to have girlfriends. 

Physically, Chad and I are so well matched that some people mistake us for brothers. And it’s not that our faces look all that much alike, but rather because we’re both so freakishly muscular and built. I’m 6’4” tall and weigh 320 pounds of pure college muscle, while Chad is slightly shorter at 6’3” tall and definitely beefier at just over 335 pounds. We were definitely the biggest men on campus, with hugely swollen pecs, massive shoulders, mighty guns measuring over 24” each, tight washboard abs, big muscular asses, and thick beefy legs. Chad has gorgeous brown eyes and sandy blond hair that bleaches nearly white during the football season. He also has thick chest hair in a slightly darker blond that runs in a sexy treasure trail down to the waistband of his shorts. My eyes are blue and my hair is a medium brown and wavy. I have a light dusting of chest hair, but am otherwise mostly smooth, which shows off my super defined body to great effect. 

We were even more perfectly matched when it came to the sexual endowment department, for we were both hung like fucking mules. Our eyes had wandered around locker rooms and wild frat parties enough to know that both our cocks and balls were unusually enormous, and we were understandably proud of our massive junk. Even when completely limp, my cock measured just over 9” in length, and when hard, it became a human flesh cannon measuring just over 14” in length and nearly 3” wide at its widest point along the shaft, truly as thick as a beer can and covered in a tracery of gnarled veins. Chad’s crotch rocket was nearly as long as mine at just over 13 ½” hard, but was even thicker, measuring every bit of 3 ½” thick along its entire length. Chad’s cock was built like a battering ram, and while may have it lacked some of the elegance of my mammoth cock, its sheer size and raw brutal power made it damn sexy nonetheless. 

And believe me, when you’ve been fucked by that colossal man tool, you know it! 

Our balls were equally as enormous as our cocks, for whatever twist of fate had blessed us both with such extraordinary genetics went into overdrive when it came to our humongous nuts. My proud baby makers were simply gigantic, each huge nut larger than the largest of lemons and bigger than ripe Georgia peaches. They hung extremely heavy and loose in my large, hairy scrotum. Such was their enormous weight that my nuts naturally hung a full 5” from my crotch! I frequently had to be careful when I was naked that I didn’t sit on my balls – I did that once, and 320 pounds of stud muscle bearing down on one’s own spunk nuts is a pain you don’t soon forget. Chad’s nuts were every bit as huge as mine, and were protected by an even hairier scrotum. Chad’s huge nuts didn’t hang as low as mine, however, and had a natural dangle of ‘only’ 3” despite their equally awesome weight. Both of our sets of balls were mighty sperm factories built for strength and endurance. We both blew unnaturally massive loads of cum, and we could go at it all night long...which we frequently did. 

But little did we know that our secret relationship had caught the attention of a nefarious organization that specialized in the abduction and destruction of powerful horse-hung males such as ourselves...

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The late September day started as any other. The two of us had just finished a particularly rough and rugged football practice, and were walking back to our apartment in our sweatpants and t-shirts, our hugely muscular bodies still covered in well-earned sweat from the gridiron. We were both extremely horny and turned on after spending hours tackling other muscle titans on the field, and we were going to go home and have sex, reveling in our manly odors before showering and having sex again. 

We were walking down a small back street when we both got attacked from behind by a group of at least four hooded men. Before we even knew what was happening, they shot  tasers at our muscular backs and necks and zapped us something good. I think they must have used two guns on each of us, maybe even three, completely stunning and paralyzing us both. We were then quickly gagged, blind folded, and hog tied, and then thrown into the back of a van and driven off. Our hearts were thundering in our massive chests, and we were terrified. 

The van seemed to drive around for hours before it finally stopped. I didn’t know where we were, but the air was cold as the back doors of the van were opened, and I could smell the ocean nearby. The wharf, perhaps? We were dragged into a large, echoing building and pushed into a stall of some sort that smelled of clean straw. I knew we were still together as I could hear Chad’s rapid breathing, but we could not communicate with each other because of the gags in our mouths. Still, I rolled over to him and pressed my big body against his, giving each other what little comfort we could with our touch. 

Some time passed before someone came in and removed our training shoes and then cut our sweats, jockstraps, and tops off. Then we had some sort of tube shoved up our asses, and in moments our beefy backsides were being filled with a warm fluid. I thought they were never going to stop filling me as I could feel them pushing something like a butt plug to keep all that fluid firmly in place. My guts became rock hard with the amount of what ever it was that was pumped into me. I can only assume that Chad was getting the same treatment. Once the fluid stopped entering us, the plugs were left in us and our stomachs began to cramp with the pressure of all that fluid. 

It was about a half an hour before the pressure was released from the butt plugs and the fluid shot out our asses like a fire hose. I could hear the stuff splashing out my butt onto the floor. I felt for sure that my entrails flew out of my beefy butt hole along with the fluid. 

Before I had a chance to get myself together, we were both being filled again. This time the cramps started sooner, and we were forced to hold it in again for about half an hour before we were relieved of the solution. The two of us were then hosed down with warm water and left to dry on the straw. 

A short while later, we were both dragged out without warning and untied so that we could stand up. Our legs were then tied loosely with our legs apart. Our arms were temporarily untied and then retied spread apart above our heads, pulling us up. Then our legs were spread till I thought I was going to split apart. The sounds of buzzing started and I could feel a big hand grab my huge balls and pull them firmly downward. My body must have been shaking in fear, as I was convinced that they were about to cut my big, beautiful nuts off! Instead, it turned out that the sound was from hair clippers, which they used to remove the hair from my balls and from my crotch. Once that was complete, shaving cream was lathered all over my pubic region, and a straight razor was used to remove the last stubble of hair from my balls and groin, leaving the area smooth as a baby’s skin. I could feel the cool air on my huge balls as never before, and I felt somehow even more helpless and powerless than ever. 

We had no idea why we were here or why we had been picked, and no one seemed inclined to tell us anything at this stage. Manacles were fitted to our legs before our arms were released and then they were tied behind us again. Some sort of leash was then fitted around our balls, and we were then dragged by our balls into another area. The room was clearly large, and even as we approached, we could hear the sounds of a loud crowd within. It was also brightly lit, which I could tell even through the cloth covering my eyes. Once we entered the room, a loud cheer went up, and we could hear many male voices issuing various catcalls and words of appraisal and approval. We were led to what sounded like the center of an arena, and then placed between two structures. Chains were connected to the manacles at our wrists and ankles so that we were completely secured and spread eagled between to two columns. 

Without warning, the hood was suddenly ripped off of my head, and I was momentarily blinded by the many bright lights. As my eyes adjusted, I could see that Chad was located across from me and similarly secured, with a look of terror on his achingly handsome face that must have matched mine. We were still gagged, so we couldn’t call out to one another, but our eyes said it all. 

We were clearly in some sort of large auditorium with bleachers surrounding the walls. However, only the center of the room where Chad and I were held prisoner was lit, so I could not make out the details of the surrounding crowd, but I could tell that they numbered in the hundreds, and from the sounds of their voices, I’m convinced that they were all men. 

Then someone spoke on a loud speaker, welcoming the crowd to tonight’s entertainment, and a huge cheer went up from the assembled men. Just as that was said I could feel someone putting something like rawhide around the top of my scrotum and without warning it was snapped closed and tied off with some tight knots in it. I jumped when the noose snapped closed around the neck of my huge nuts, just at the base of my balls, trapping my elephantine balls at the bottom of their sack. This left me to wonder what was to follow... 

“Gentlemen, you have computer pads in front of you,” the deep male voice said. “The computer screen will give you a selection of choices as to what happens next. Push the button that is associated with your choice, and the computer will then display the results on the screen. We will take the top three choices that receive the most votes. Then you pick one of the top three, and secondly the severity of the abuse, and once the votes have been tallied, the results will be carried out by two of our guests, selected at random.” 

“Here we go!” the voice said, as the computers threw up multiple options to the audience. The guy on the microphone said “Great choices! Now here’s the top three – please make you selection and include the severity.” A few moments later, “Fantastic! Okay, you have picked three kicks, harshness:  heavy, and with steel capped boots.”

Two numbers were then called, and two men came down from the crowd to don some very wicked looking steel capped boots. The men wore leather masks that hid their upper faces, but not so much that I couldn’t recognize them again. Their eyes, mouths, and jaws were fully visible, and they were stripped naked from the waist up. Both men appeared quite strong, and they took positions in front of Chad and I with looks of lustful anticipation in their evil eyes. 

The announcer started counting down – five, four, three, two, one. The man in front of me hauled his booted right foot back, and then with all of his might kicked forward, landing the toe of his boot directly into my unprotected nuts. I saw stars, and the agony was so intense that at first I couldn’t react. Before I could even make a noise, the man landed a second brutal kick, followed by the third. The same occurred to Chad, only he found his voice first and bellowed in agony. The place went wild at the sight and sound of our agony and torment. 

“Well, that gets the evening off to a good start! Who wants to hear these guys scream a bit more?” Again, cheers echo from the crowd. My battered nuts are screaming in agony, but for some reason my cock had begun to grow hard. I looked across at Chad, and saw that his thick horse cock has begun to do the same. 

“Good, let’s go for the next trick!” 

Again the screen showed six suggestions, which was narrowed down to three, and then to one. It was announced that steel buckets would be hung off our nuts and large stones would be dropped into it, one a minute for 10 minutes. Hooded attendants secured a thick metal cable around the base of our huge balls, noosing them so tight that I thought they would simply pinch our balls off. The end of the short cable was secured to a large, 5-gallon bucket, and without fanfare, the attendants let the bucket drop between our legs. Our balls quickly pulled up the slack and the bucket was yanked to a halt. Chad and I both yelped in pain, as the heavy buckets must have weighed a good 20 pounds all on their own. Then the attendants brought in a pair of wheelbarrows filled with stones of various sizes, from the size of tennis balls to bowling balls and beyond. My eyes grew wide with fear. 

Two audience members were selected to carry out the abuse. The man in front of me smirked as he looked over the rocks in the wheelbarrow, and he selected a rock nearly as large as my head to begin. He dropped the rock into the bucket with a loud ‘thunk’, and I bellowed in agony as the weight tore at my huge stud nuts. Chad and I both grunted as we tried to come to grips with the weight, and just was we were beginning to get used to it, a second weight was dropped into the bucket, causing us to cry out once more. And then a third weight, and then a fourth, and so on. My giant bull nuts were being stretched further and further from my crotch by the increasing weight, stretching from their normal 5” to 6”, then 7”. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. At the same time, my cock began growing harder and harder, cranking upwards and inflating with desire, until by the fifth or sixth stone, it had reached it’s full size of just over 14 eye-popping inches. Chad’s huge 13 ½ - inch cock had become similarly aroused, much to the very appreciative oohs and aahs of the crowd. 

Still the weights continued to be dumped into the buckets, until at last the 10^th stone was dropped. My abuser picked one of the largest stones in the wheelbarrow, a rock the size of a basketball, and dropped it into my bucket, pretty much filling the bucket to the top. I screamed in agony, but somehow my nuts held, stretched now to a full 8” from my muscular, naked crotch. A moment later, the final stone was dropped into Chad’s bucket with similar results. 

But as Chad bellowed in agony, every muscle in his glorious body standing out in bold relief, his massive cock began to darken and quiver in a way that I knew all so well, and in another moment the first mighty wad of spunk erupted from its tip. Even I, who had become almost accustomed to the titanic loads that Chad could blow, was stunned by the force and volume of this orgasm, which rocketed forth from his pulsing cock like a series of liquid mortar shells. Gigantic ropes of cum blew in all directions, striking the assailant in front of Chad numerous times before he had the sense to duck out of the way. 

The awesome agony in my goliath bull nuts combined with the sight of Chad blasting out a phenomenal load soon put me over the edge as well, and I followed suit with a monstrous orgasm of my own, matching every bit the size and power of Chad’s mighty load. We blew our loads for a full minute, blasting out probably a score of wads apiece before the orgasms finally ebbed and stopped. The buckets still hung from our screaming nuts, swaying slightly with our movements. 

The crowd of men was awestruck by our extraordinarily virile, hyper masculine performance, and they were silent for many long moments after our huge loads were completely. Then they seemed to shake off their amazement as one and cheered like never before. 

“What a display, gentlemen!! Have you ever SEEN such loads, or such powerful bull balls!?! What a treat we have for you tonight! First, however, there is a penalty for cumming, and in this case it is the addition of another stone. Gentlemen, if you would do the honors…” 

Grinning, the two men on stage went back to the wheelbarrows and picked out a final stone for each of us. And somehow I knew it would the largest stone in the ‘barrow. My assailant lifted out what looked like a small boulder, using both of his strong arms to lift the huge stone. I already had something like 120 pounds of weight dragging at my agonized bull balls, more weight than I thought any man’s balls could take, and this last stone looked to weigh more than half of that. Instead of simply dropping the weight, the man lifted the weight high above his head, and threw it down into the bucket with all his might. My balls were immediately stretched another inch, and I screamed in awesome agony, but my balls miraculously held. I heard Chad scream bloody murder as well, but could see that his balls, too, had somehow survived. 

We were allowed to remain in that position for several long minutes, the weights tugging more and more on our brutalized balls, until finally the attendants released the cable from the bucket. The buckets crashed to the floor with a loud bang, dumping the rocks across the arena floor, while out huge balls ricocheted back toward our crotches, striking the base of our huge, rock-hard cocks with great force. We both cried out again in intense pain, and then breathed a sigh of relief that that particular torture was finally finished. 

I glanced down and saw that my balls were stretched down much farther than normal, to what looked like 6 or 6 ½ inches, while Chad’s dangle had increased from 3 inches to almost 5. I wondered if the stretch was permanent...and whether we would live long enough to find out. 

The crowd hushed as the screens cleared and the next suggestions appeared on them. Once again the guys were clicking away at their choices. Eventually it was announced and the announcer said, “Nice one guys! Balls to be secured to wooden tables, large ball paddles to be used to strike the bound nuts, 24 blows to each man, no breaks allowed, and brutality level – MERCILESS!!! In other words gentlemen, use your full fury! This will be good, and I am getting hard already in anticipation!” 

The structure we were tied to began to rotate us backwards until we were about 30 degrees from horizontal, and a heavy duty table was pushed under us. The attendants grasped our aching balls, secured a leather thong about the base of our nuts, and stretched them out over the table. With our balls resting flat on the table and as far from our crotches as the men could stretch them, the attendants tied off the other end of the thongs, leaving our nuts firmly secured to the table and completely immobile. 

God, my balls hurt, and I could feel a tremendous throb of pain from them with each beat of my heart. Shorn of their hair and stretched 8 agonizing inches from my body, my humongous balls looked more massive than even, positively obscene, and also intensely, terrifyingly vulnerable. 

Once we were secured, the MC spoke and asked for the opening bids on who would deliver this trick. There was much noise as the bidding process went on. In the end, two guys bid five thousand dollars each and were given instructions of what to do. They were told not to hit our balls with the round flats of the paddles but instead with the edges of the paddles, which were an inch thick and made from fire tempered hardwood. They were also told to go at it with all they were worth, for if seventy five percent or more of the crowd didn’t believe they did a good enough job, they would receive the same treatment themselves. Both men put their hands over their own crotches and grinned, making out to protect themselves as the announcer spoke. 

With that, the two guys approached us and claimed their paddles. My new assailant ran his fingers over my glistening torso, stroking my huge bull pecs and washboard abs with lust filled eyes before he mounted my chest. His back was to me so that he could face my bound and helpless bull nuts, and then the countdown commenced. Next thing I knew, I was bellowing at full volume as the heavy wooden paddle landed with great force into both of my nuts. Moments later, they received another devastating blow, and then another and another and another, as blow after violent blow rained down on my unprotected manhood. I didn’t think I could scream any louder as I felt my whole being smashed under me, but I did. 

My balls felt like they were being reduced to a jellied pulp, but the merciless beating continued. At the same time, I could feel a second orgasm begin to build in my brutalized and bashed nuts, and I was amazed at my body’s reaction to the pain. Chad and I both liked our sex rough, and we had bashed each other’s huge nuts many times before, but nothing compared to the force and brutality of these paddle blows! 

By the time the 18^th blow landed on my nuts, my awesome virility simply could not take any more abuse, and I started blowing my second massive load of the night, pumping it out in great arching ropes that landed all over my assailant and my own rippled abdomen. As my mighty orgasm thundered from my loins, my attacker continued raining down the destructive beating of my baby makers, trying his best to annihilate both massive nuts. 

When the 24^th blow finally landed, I was still pumping out my massive load, and my thick and sticky seed was strewn everywhere. I could see around my assailant’s body to where Chad lay, and saw that he, too, was blowing another mighty load. We continued grunting out our lush and abundant loads for another half minute or so, and by the time we were finally done, Chad and I were both heaving heavily in pain and exhaustion. Our enormous balls were an angry red and swelling from all of the abuse, but were miraculously still intact! 

The crowd seemed to be beside themselves after our second display of hyper masculine virility, and the announcer’s voice cut through over the din, saying, “Once again, the rules are clear that cumming is a punishable offense. In this case, when a man shoots, he is to receive six more blows of the paddle. If he shoots again, six more, and so on. Ready gentlemen?” 

The countdown started again, and soon a fresh set of blows were raining down on our huge nuts. I screamed in agony, but my rock hard cock betrayed me once again, for on the fifth blow, a third orgasm began to rip through my loins. This orgasm proved to be just as massive as the two that came before, and my attacker paused to let me shoot out the entire load. He then smiled, knowing that he had seven more blows to give me. My rider repositioned himself, and this time isolated just my huge left nut for abuse, lining it up so that he could deliver the maximum amount of pain and damage to just the one massive ball. When the blows began, I thought I would pass out from the pain, as it felt like my assailant was literally beating the stuffing out of my colossal nut. But on the last blow, my cock betrayed me once AGAIN and began shooting out huge slugs of cum from its bloated and distended tip! By this time I was coated in my own sticky man juice, and even I couldn’t believe how much of the stuff I had blown from my nuts in such a short period of time! 

I think I was openly sobbing by now, my horrifically battered balls already a seething hell of pain, and knowing that I would soon have to endure yet another six obliterating blows. I cursed my luck for having such heroically potent stud nuts, and prayed that they could endure the additional blows intact and without blowing yet another load. 

While the countdown began for yet another six blows to my rapidly swelling balls, I glanced over at Chad, and found that he had cum a third time, but mercifully not a fourth time, and so was allowed to rest while I received what I hoped would be the final six blows. This time, my attacker lined up my huge right ball and began striking it like he was driving a nail into the wall. I bellowed in renewed agony as the audience counted out each blow like a chant. On the sixth and final blow, I could have sworn that I felt my right ball explode, but fortunately I did not cum again, much to the howls and boos of the crowd. 

The announcer asked the crowd to vote whether the guys had done a good enough job beating our balls senseless. The answer came back in the affirmative, much to their relief. A small break was called as the house got itself back together after the most recent spectacle. 

My balls were bright red from all the abuse and starting to verge on purple, and were visibly swelling in their stretched sack. However, as the awesome pain decreased to a mere gut-wrenching throb, I could tell that both huge testicles were still astoundingly intact. Not only could I still feel the wholeness of both huge nuts, I could also see with my own eyes that they still maintained their healthy, egg-like shape. But I also knew that they had been greatly weakened under the terrible abuse, and I wondered how much longer they would survive. 

Once the crowd had settled once more, the announcer said that they were going to give us a chance to select our next trick. As the computer slowly ran through the unused tricks in its data base, the tricks were displayed on the crowd’s computers. Of course, Chad and I couldn’t see the computer screens, but a button was pressed into each of our hands, and whatever trick we landed on when we hit our buttons together would be the next torture. We would then press the buttons again to select the amount and the severity, much as the previous tricks had been selected. 

The crowd went wild as the computer stopped and highlighted the trick we had unknowingly selected. The amount number generator then started and stopped to the cheer of the crowd. Then the worst part of all, the severity generator started and the assembly went ballistic at the result. The announcer said, “Wow, these guys just love the pain, don’t they!! Three dozen clenched fists to the nuts, destructive force, NO HOLDS BARRED!!!” 

My massively muscular body just shook in fear as the MC said it, and then an auction began to choose who would deliver the punishment. “Come on guys,” said the announcer, “these two hot young college bulls are begging for the strongest and most muscular of you to make soup out of their massive boy balls!” The bidding was fast and furious and reached ten thousand dollars. Again the speaker reminded them that the crowd would vote on if the job was done right or not at the end of it. 

When the two winners stepped forward, I knew that Chad and I were in very serious trouble. Chad and I are both huge men with phenomenal, powerful physiques, they kind of massive, toned, and perfectly proportioned bodies that would make even super heavyweight bodybuilders jealous. But the two men who stepped from the shadows were so monstrously muscular as to make us look almost puny in comparison! Both men were several inches taller than us, and had to weigh more than 400 pounds apiece!! There was no question that both these freaks took steroids, and a lot of them – their faces were drawn, and their ‘roid guts were huge. But that did not detract from the fact that they each had gargantuan arms that defied belief. I estimated that their arms measured at least 26” if not 27” in size, making them by far the largest arms I had ever seen on a man. 

As luck would have it, my newest assailant was the larger of the two giants. He stepped toward me and with one humongous meaty hand, began to lightly fondle my swollen bull nuts. My balls were so beaten and bruised at this point that even this light touch caused me to cry out in pain. The giant began to fondle them more roughly, and even began slapping them around a bit, and he said to me, “Damn, boy, those are sure some huge nuts you have there! Biggest I’ve ever seen!! It’s gonna be a pleasure to mash your fuckin’ huge bull nuts into ground beef.” 

Our platforms were elevated so that we were close to vertical, and we were raised a couple of feet so that our crotches were more even with the attackers’ fists, allowing them to deliver their blows with maximum force into our unprotected and waiting nuts. Once everything was in place, the countdown began, and I said a silent prayer that I would pass out with the first blow. 

As the countdown ended, the assailants began pounding our nuts for all they were worth. The first blow landed so hard that I would not have been surprised if the man’s huge, ham-like fist had passed through both my nuts and the table itself! The pain was so intense that it knocked the wind from my body, and it wasn’t until the fourth or fifth blow that I could finally bellow like a wounded animal. I didn’t think my balls could survive TWO such blows, let alone 36, but I had no choice but to endure the horrific beating. I could hear Chad screaming as well, and I feared for my lover’s beautiful balls as much as my own. 

I was delirious with pain, but my incredibly tough and resilient body refused to let me pass out. I knew not what sounds were coming out of my throat by that point, but I have no doubt that they were inhuman. The man’s blows were so powerful that I could have sworn he was hitting the whole of my body at once with his massive fist. Cumming was certainly the last thing on my mind, but my raging 14-inch cock had a mind of its own and the fucker betrayed me yet again and to my absolute horror, blasting out not just one but TWO massive loads during the brutal ball beating. I didn’t know how such horrific torture could be sending my pleasure centers into overload, but the massive deluge of sperm rocketing from my throbbing cock was proof that it did. 

I could hear Chad groaning in agony, and saw that he, too, had blown two more huge loads, meaning we each had to endure 12 more blows. The attackers began a simultaneous barrage of left and right hooks into our defenseless nuts with a speed and force unlike anything that had come before, and before the assault was through, Chad and I had both blown yet another gargantuan wad, my seventh of the night, and Chad’s sixth! 

If it wasn’t for the circumstances we were in, I would have been very proud of our sexual performance that night, for neither of us had never before blown so much nut juice in such a short span of time. 

We had both earned six more blows, and so we steeled ourselves for the next attack. My balls already felt like jelly, and as the first new blow rained down on them, I realized that they had already been seriously weakened and damaged by all the abuse, and for all I knew had already been beaten into permanent sterility. The man’s huge fist sank deep into my ball flesh with each strike, coming very close to making contact with the wood on the other side of my balls and crushing them nearly flat. In their weakened state, I doubted my balls could endure five more such blows, but I gathered my resolve and continued to endure. 

Two! 

Three! 

My balls felt like they could burst at any moment. 

Four! 

Five! 

They were on the brink of destruction. 

Six! 

The last blow landed with devastating force into both my nuts, squishing them completely flat, but with their last ounce of strength, they had survived. I knew for certain that one more such blow would have obliterated my nuts forever, so I was very thankful that I had not cum. 

But to my horror, as the last blow was delivered to Chad’s similarly weakened nuts, he let out a great howl and unloaded with his seventh massive load of the evening, blowing yet more massive ropes of thick white man cream all over himself and his assailant. I could see the panic in Chad’s eyes, for he also knew that his balls couldn’t handle any more abuse. 

The crowd was in a frenzy now, cheering so loudly that I could barely hear the countdown begin. My assailant stood out of the way to give me a clear view of Chad’s attacker. The huge man turned around so that his back was to Chad and he was facing me. We locked eyes, and he grinned maliciously. And as the countdown reached zero, he released an elbow smash directly into Chad’s nearly broken nuts. Chad screamed uncontrollably, his handsome head shaking from side to side and his huge, muscular body spasming on the table. A second brutal elbow smash, and then a third were planted deep into Chad’s crumbling ball meat. I was screaming against my ball gag for them to stop, and tears were streaming down my cheeks. A fourth smash, and a fifth, each blow doing unknown damage to my lover’s gorgeous bull balls. Finally, the sixth smash, and it was done. Chad screamed one last time, and then went limp in his restraints, mercifully unconscious at last. A small amount of cum burped from the tip of his still raging cock, but he did not cum. 

Chad’s balls were so massively swollen by this time that I couldn’t tell if either of his twin orbs were still intact. One of the attendants came forward and began to examine the hugely distended ball bag, kneading and squeezing the contents to determine if either of his balls had survived. The attendant stood up and smiled for several moments out into the audience before saying, “I am happy to announce that both of the young man’s huge testicles are completely…INTACT!!!” 

I almost wept with relief, while the crowd booed its disapproval. The judgment on the punishment soon followed, and while my guy passed the test, Chad’s assailant did not, no doubt for failing to rupture Chad’s nearly busted balls during his final rain of blows. The failed guy was grabbed and stripped and tied up spread eagled, and the MC announced that my assailant was to give 10 strong kicks to the man’s balls as punishment, and for the pleasure of all gathered. 

The two men clearly knew each other, and my assailant smiled as the punishment was announced. My attacker grabbed the bound man’s balls in his huge hand. I noticed that the man had some truly huge balls, nothing approaching the size of the monster nuts possessed by Chad and I, but huge balls that any man would have been very proud of. His big dick had also grown hard, as if it was eagerly awaiting the punishment that was to come. 

The attacker gave the huge balls a crushing squeeze, and then hauled off and began stomping his heavy boot directly into the man’s defenseless nuts. The huge man bellowed in pain, every gargantuan muscle in his body standing out in extraordinarily deep relief as he pulled fruitlessly against his bonds. Kick after devastating kick was delivered into those big balls, and on the final stomp, I could actually hear the sickening SQUICK!! sound as one of the man’s huge balls burst under the tremendous abuse. At the same moment, the bound man screamed as his cock coughed up his big load. Again, his load was nothing like our super human salvos, but it was still huge and bigger than what probably any other man in that room could produce. And it would no doubt be his last load of such enormous size, for with one of his huge gonads destroyed and the other brutally traumatized, he would be shooting far less seed in the future. 

The assailant grabbed the man’s screaming nuts in both hands, squeezing and grinding them to get all the juices out of them while he passionately kissed the bound man. I could see that the man’s left nut was still whole and intact, but his right ball was completely shattered. The assailant’s fist met no resistance as it squeezed the right side of the man’s sac, his fingers easily digging through the mushy remains like it was a sack full of lumpy oatmeal. The bound man screamed into the other man’s mouth and his gargantuan muscles shook and strained against their restraints, but he was otherwise powerless to stop the mauling of his half ruined ballsac. 

The crowd applauded after the scene finished, and both men were released back to their seats, the recently half-castrated man walking with a pronounced limp. The MC’s attention then returned to us and he said, “Come on fellahs! The night is still young and we have four VERY swollen bull balls to finish off yet!” With that they got things going again. The announcer asked the spectators to check their seat numbers. He then got one of the guys on stage to draw two disks out of a container. The attendant called out numbers 48 and 88. Two very excited guys came down on to the stage. 

“Your task,” explained the announcer, “is to light those two candles and to hold them five or six inches above these men’s packages and coat them totally in candle wax. You’re not finished until their huge cocks and swollen balls are totally covered.” 

They wasted no time lighting the candles and getting into position. Then a torrent of hot melted wax began to drip down onto our cocks and balls. Each drip caused more pain as it hit our tender, bruised, and battered genitals. The wax stung and burned as it hit my dick head. The pain as my guy poured the boiling wax over my balls was something else. My voice just made a gurgling sound after all the previous screaming, and all I could do was thrash my handsome head around uttering only more silly sounds. There was a loud laugh from the audience as a drop of wax sizzled as it hit a wet spot on the tip of my cock, and that caused my whole body to contort. Once they had covered all the genital skin they could cover, the waxing stopped. 

The two guys were told that their job wasn’t over yet. They were handed two small whips with five tails on each. Then it was announced that they had to whip all the wax off and that the judge would raise a hand once each set of cock and balls was denuded of wax. The last guy to finish would have to lie on a table and have his cock and balls covered in wax by the other. Two of the crew came over as judges and the countdown began. When it hit zero, a fury of blows began to rain down on our packages. They were going hell for leather as neither of them wanted to receive a waxing themselves. Our bodies contorted and bounced at the stinging tails of the whips as they shattered and pulled the wax off our bruised and beaten genitals. 

Before we realized it, a shout went up and the guy doing Chad had finished as my guy got the last of the wax off me. He was grabbed straight away and stripped before being strapped to a table himself. They lay his cock over one leg and his extremely floppy balls over the other. A new candle was lit and the guy got to work pouring hot melted wax over the significant and ample genitals that lay before him. Unlike Chad and I, this poor guy did not get hard, and it wasn’t long before the fellow receiving the wax was screaming his head off. Once everything was covered, the guy was untied and had to pull his pants on. 

The computer did its work and we were made ready before being told what was going to happen to increase the element of surprise. Two guys dressed only in chaps, boots, and wide brimmed hats were brought in carrying neatly rolled up stock whips. The MC set the computer going to determine the number of strokes we were to receive. Everyone was willing the computer for a high number, while Chad and I just prayed for the torment to end. The computer screen went blue and then displayed fifteen, the gathered throng booed, as they really wanted a lot more than fifteen. All we eventually heard was fifteen, but fifteen of what! 

The two cowboys then lined up their targets, our crotches. The first thing I heard was a whistling sound shortly followed by a loud crack of the whip snapping across my cock shaft, raising a large, angry welt in its path. The whole of my being flashed before my eyes and every muscle of my body contorted in one motion. A gargled animal scream emanated from my mouth. I had never heard a sound like it before or since. 

Sweat was pouring of my cruelly treated body as I heard a crack break over Chad’s body, but I only heard a small sound from him as the group of on lookers watched on in glee. My cowboy was lining me up for the next stroke of the whip to show his skillfulness. I didn’t have to wait long as the whistle of the whip could be heard as it flew through the air and snapped once more. His whip cracked sharply as it came across the base of my cock shaft and wrapped its tentacles around my unprotected balls. From nowhere came a non-human sound from deep within me as my body went stiff as a board and then shook violently. As the guy pulled the whip back he tried to rip my balls off with it. A large bright red and raised welt developed across my nut sack and I thought my whole life had exploded within me. 

I don’t remember much else of the rest of the whipping. I thought it would be impossible to feel or experience more pain that had already been dished out, but how wrong I was. By the end of the torment, my proud cock, my crowning glory, felt like it had been laid open and torn to ribbons. The thick shaft and massive head were covered in angry welts, yet the traitorous cock STILL refused to go soft! My balls were also covered in angry red welts, and were now hanging a good 8” from my crotch after all the brutal tugging and pulling. 

I prayed for the torments to stop, yet the end was still a long way off. The pain in my balls and cock had consumed my whole being. The noise in the auditorium got louder as the cowboys returned to their seats, and they eagerly awaited the next portion of the show. 

The MC announced that everyone should get their wallets and checkbooks out, for it was time for the final punishment of the evening. “Who is going to go home with the ultimate prize? Who is going to claim one of these sets of brutally oversized bull balls as the ultimate trophy? These two massively built young lads have demonstrated unprecedented strength, resilience, and virility, so let’s honor them with some high-stakes bidding. Who will open bidding on the final punishment?” 

By this stage of our suffering, the words made no sense to Chad and me whatsoever. I couldn’t even begin to comprehend what the words meant. But apparently the bidding started high and went even higher. The bidding reached one hundred thousand dollars and was still climbing; I couldn’t imagine why the figure got to that height at this stage – talk about dumb innocence. It was then it began to dawn on me that my cock and balls might be in mortal peril. The bidding for me stopped at over two hundred thousand dollars, and at nearly the same for Chad. The two winners were ushered onto the stage to pay their donations and to receive their prizes -- us! 

One of the men approached me, and I could feel his hands on my ultra sore and abused goodies, massaging and kneading them with his hands, and stroking my huge cock with his fist. He seemed to really enjoy fondling my meat and potatoes, and I wouldn’t have minded so much if it weren’t for the fact that even the slightest touch at this point caused me great pain. 

When my “winner” was finally through inspecting me, Chad and I were prepared for the final ordeal. A pair of thick cables was lowered from the darkness above, and they were once again noosed and cinched around the base of our screaming bull balls. Our platforms were set to pivot, and as the cables started being drawn again up toward the ceiling, our platforms pivoted backwards by the tugging on our balls. Once our bodies were slightly below horizontal, the cable stopped moving. Chad and I were both arching our muscular young bodies as much as we could to relieve the tension on our balls as they were stretched toward the ceiling. The countdown began again, and I trembled in terror with the uncertainty of what would happen next. 

At the bottom of the countdown, I could hear a series of sharp metal snaps, and then my body began to fall. In an instant, I realized that the apparatus had left me go, and that the entirety of my own massively muscular weight was now being supported solely by my nuts! But it turned out that it wasn’t only my own weight I was carrying, for each of the manacles was also attached to a 50 pound weight. So my own 320 pounds of muscle PLUS another 200 pounds of steel were now being supported by nothing more than my beefy stud nuts! 

My muscular body began to jerk involuntarily at the unimaginable pain ripping through my screaming nuts. I screamed then, a scream I hope never to repeat in my life. I fully expected my nuts to tear off my body right there and then, but somehow they didn’t. Despite all logic and reason, they somehow endured, though they were being drawn steadily farther from my body minute by minute as my weight continued to pull mercilessly on them. 

Eight inches had quickly become 8 ½”, then slowly increased to 9”. I thought I was going to die, and I was certain that I could hear things tearing within my grotesquely distended nut sack. 9 ½”, 10”. The skin of my scrotum was perilously thin, and the two huge lumps of my swollen bull balls could be seen clearly through the almost glass-like skin. 10 ½”. My balls looked like they were trying to get out of the bottom of their sack, and the neck of the scrotum itself was ridiculously thin, showing clearly the mighty cords and life-giving veins that are even now fighting a losing struggle to keep my gigantic stud nuts connected to me. 11”. 

Without warning, the remarkable happens. Consumed by pain, my cock suddenly finds its eighth orgasm, and this one proves to be the most massive of the whole night. I can only quiver noiselessly in my bonds as bolt after humongous scorching bolt of cum blasts out of my cock to the uncaring ground below. I hear a second set of gasps from the crowd, and I know that Chad is blowing out his eighth load at that moment as well. In some distant part of my mind, I am very proud of us both for showing these evil captors what real men we were right up to the very end. 

Even as my greatest orgasm ever thundered onward, my huge balls continued to slip, and I knew it would be a race against time to see if I could finish my orgasm before my balls were unceremoniously ripped from me. 11 ½”, 12”. My colossal bull balls, the seat of my overwhelming masculinity and power, have been stretched to a full FOOT by more than 500 pounds of muscle and steel!! 

At that same moment, I feel the cold edge of a knife blade being placed against my impossibly stretched scrotum. I look up into the menacing eyes of my attacker, my “winner”, and I see the death of my beautiful balls reflected there. I grunt and keep pumping out my goo with wild abandon, waiting for the moment when one mere flick of the knife will end my awesome manhood forever. I shut my eyes tightly and wait for the searing pain.  

Just then, there is the sound of the crash of several doors, and the lights come up all over the auditorium. A voice on a bull horn announces that the police have arrived, and for everyone to freeze! The cavalry had arrived!! But did they arrived in time to save Chad’s and my huge balls? 

The answer to that question came sooner than I had anticipated. The man holding the knife to my balls glanced at the dozens of cops streaming into the room, and then back at me, and I saw him make up his mind. Everything moved in slow motion. I screamed “NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” as I saw him prepare to rip the knife through my stretched sack like a stick of butter. 

Then there was a sound of thunder, and a small hole suddenly opened in the front of the man’s forehead, followed shortly by a river of blood. The evil smile was still plastered on his dead face, and the man dropped the knife and fell forward…directly onto my body! 

I screamed anew as the man’s 200+ pounds of dead weight added to the over 500 pounds already tearing at my massive nuts. My magnificent bull balls, those fist-sized lumps of pure masculine power, were immediately yanked to an unbelievable 14 inches -- the same length as my own colossally oversized horse cock!! -- where they quivered on the ends of their heroically straining fleshy tethers. My mighty stud nuts were about to be torn free, and there was no way anyone could get to me in time to save my glorious balls from their utter destruction! 

I can’t explain what happened next. Maybe it was the added weight of the dead man across my massively muscular torso. Maybe it was the vibrations from my almighty orgasm still raging through my cock. Or maybe it was simply the fact that there’s only so much any cord could take. Regardless, when my supremely overstretched scrotum reached its ultimate limit at 14 ½”, it snapped. Not my scrotum, but the steel cable noosed around my balls! With an sharp SNAP!!, my balls were suddenly released from captivity, and my body crashed to the ground with a very beefy SMACK!! My gigantic orgasm, which had yet to cease, erupted with even greater force as my huge balls slammed back into my crotch. The pain was overwhelming, and I had a moment to see that Chad was being rescued by the police, his balls freed from their constricting cable, before I finally passed out…  

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When I awoke, I was in a hospital, and my beautiful Chad was at my side, holding my hand. I feared the worst for both of us in those first few moments, but the relief in his beautiful brown eyes when I awoke told me that everything was okay. 

We had indeed survived an evening of tortures that should have destroyed our balls a dozen times over. The police had no way of explaining it, but just told us we were damn lucky to be alive and intact. The doctors kept us both in the hospital for several days to run tests on us, but by the second day the swelling in our balls had disappeared, along with the worst of the bruising and welts. Our balls were indeed – miraculously – intact, and further tests proved that not only were we not rendered sterile by the abuse, but that our sperm count was off the charts. 

But I could have told you that…  

The only lasting physical change from the whole event is that both of our scrotums are now exceedingly low hanging. Chad’s balls now hang at an awesome 6 ½” from his crotch, while mine hang an astounding 8 full inches. The look is intensely erotic and masculine, and well worth the hassle of occasionally crushing my huge nuts between my muscular thighs, and having to hang them over one of my beefy legs when I have to sit down at the toilet. If I don’t, those huge bruisers will just hang down into the toilet water. Blech! :) 

It turned out that the secret society that had accosted us had claimed dozens of victims over the years before we came along. Many a well hung young man across the world had had his cock and/or balls removed by this roving society of torturers and sadists. A number of governments had been working together to try to track down this evil and slippery organization for years, and they had finally succeeded just in time to rescue us. 

The good news was that they had caught several hundred men in the arena, men of great wealth and power from all over the world. All of the men captured were charged with deadly assault and international war crimes, and were all sentenced to life terms in prison. All of them were powerful and influential men, including corporate moguls, high government officials, and even members of several Middle Eastern royal families. But  when the video tape recordings of our abuse and the torture and castration of previous victims were shown in the courtroom, there was not one juror sympathetic to the men who had been in that audience. Chad and I also testified in the international tribunal and were able to identify the various men who had attacked us during the various trails, and they received multiple life sentences. None of these wicked men would ever be free to inflict harm upon another innocent man again. 

Speaking of videos, a copy of Chad’s and my torture was somehow leaked to the media, and it has wound up on the internet. By now, millions of people all over the world have watched Chad and me get tortured to within a hairsbreadth of losing our awesome manhoods, and strangely, that has made us celebrities. We can’t go anywhere without being recognized, and women and men alike are always throwing themselves at us. Many video viewers believe that the tape has been altered in some way, and that the events they are seeing did not really happen. I understand, and I find it hard to believe myself, but it was all true. 

We’ve both been offered huge sums of money to make porn videos, both together and separately. Some offers want us to beat each other’s huge nuts into submission, while others just want to see us blow one monumental load after another after another after another in one unbroken sequence. The money being offered is amazing, so we’re seriously thinking about it, and may yet decide to take up one or more of those offers. 

In the meantime, with the many millions we received as damages from our time of torture and abuse, Chad and I have purchased a beautiful home in the remote hills together. We still make love every day and every night, and now have added a lot more ball abuse -- punches and tugs and kicks -- to our nightly repertoire. We are blissfully happy together. 

Only one thought continues to trouble us. The MC at our torture session, the man was recognized by all the men present to be the ringleader of the secret society, was never captured. No one knows his name, where he’s from, or even what he looks like, and it appears that he wasn’t even in the warehouse that night, but was instead transmitting remotely from another nearby location. With that madman on the lose, neither of us rests completely easy, and we fear that someday he will seek us out and finish what he started. 

So just remember when you walk down a dark street at night to be extra careful and vigilant, or you could be the next scheduled entertainment for a brutal and sadistic madman.