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In Just Another Moment
Based on an original story by JAD
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The mightily-muscled and equally mightily-membered knight had been stripped naked and secured to the huge wooden rack the Torture Master lovingly called ‘Old Oakheart’. Karok, the Duke’s Torture Master, had never seen a man of such spectacular male beauty and prodigious muscular development as this young knight, and he had longed to torture the breathtakingly handsome young man ever since he had first risen to prominence among the Duke’s knights just a short year ago. The massive young knight had enjoyed the Duke’s favor for a time, much longer than most in fact. But as always happened with the fickle and ruthless Duke, that favor could be revoked in an instant. Through no real fault of his own, the handsome and valiant knight now found himself in the castle’s deepest, darkest dungeons, to be thoroughly tortured and abused — and eventually emasculated — by Karok and his cruel and eager minions.
The dashingly handsome young knight was purported to have the strength of 20 men, and judging from his freakishly enormous muscular size, Karok did not doubt the truth of such claims. He had therefore taken extra precautions to ensure that his mighty young charge was securely shackled and bound using the thickest, strongest irons at his disposal. The young man’s handsome head hung back over one edge of the huge wooden table, while his enormously muscular arms were manacled straight out to the adjacent sides. The knight’s herculean torso was further anchored to the heavy wooden block by a series of three thick leather straps, one across the corrugated washboard of his cobblestone abdominals, one across the tremendously wide and almost impossibly thick plates of his pectoral muscles, and one across his thick, corded, bull-like neck. His ankles were short-shackled at the bottom of the fourth face of the table, his tremendously thick-thewed and awesomely powerful thighs rendered as helpless and inert as his ferociously strong arms. The knight’s spectacularly muscular body was therefore spread in a large ‘T’, his perfectly-formed physique fully displayed for the appreciation of the Torture Master and his minions.
A cut-out area on the backside of the rack exposed the man’s boulder buttocks and gave access to the virgin pucker hiding between them. Karok knew that the young knight was a fervent follower of the chivalric code, and was thence a virgin in every sense of the word. And the Torture Master longed to deflower the muscular man in every way imaginable, particularly by exploring the hot, beefy depths of the young man’s shit chute.
Meanwhile, on the front side of the rack, the knight’s stallion staff had been forced to full equine hardness through rough manipulation and liberal use of aphrodisiacs, then cuffed at its astonishingly thick root to keep it that way. Karok and his men had certainly seen some truly enormous cocks over the years, but none could remotely compare to the mighty monster of a penis rising majestically from the young knight’s muscular groin. The knight’s colossal member exceeded the previous record-holding length by more than three inches, was thicker than a warrior’s muscular forearm, and was harder and stronger than an iron crowbar. The towering masterpiece of a cock jutting proudly skyward, defiantly daring the dungeoneers to do their worst…a task for which the men in Karok’s command were uniquely and eagerly suited.
But despite all of the knight’s spectacular attributes — his almost impossibly handsome face, a massively muscular body out of legend, and a colossal cock whose bulbous, foreskin-hooded tip was even now tapping him in the middle of his prodigious chest — his crowning glory was nestled in the huge, baggy scrotum dangling so heavily between his massively muscled legs.
The knight’s gargantuan testicles could only be described as titanic. Even likening them to bull’s balls did them a disservice, as the knight’s goliath gonads were even bigger than the mighty testes hanging from the Duke’s prized stud bull. Each mighty orb was bigger than two men’s fists clasped together, and hung extraordinarily low in their massive sac. It was no wonder that the young knight was built far, far bigger than any other man alive, for with testes as monstrously massive as these, his manhood was beyond compare.
Karok had made sure to pay special attention to the knight’s colossal nuts. The handsome warrior’s beyond-bullish balls had been captured in a hellishly clever device called the Stone Screws, which first spread the nuts taut and shiny in the very bottom of their sac, more than half a foot from his straining crotch, and then trapped them in separate sharp-studded bar vises that could be tightened individually. Additionally, the Screws had a ring to which was attached a stout chain. Currently, this chain had been run over a hitching bar, and several hundredweight of iron plates had been hung from the other end, stretching the powerful paladin’s prodigious plums several MORE inches from their muscular crotch. Though the titanic testes looked like they had been stretched to their utter limit, Karok believed that they might yet be able to carry even more weight, and so had stacked more iron plates off to the side for later use.
The Torture Master had slowly tightened both of the Stone Screws, gradually crushing the studded bars down across the center of each goliath nut. The duet of unbelievably enormous man eggs had soon begun to appear like a quartet of still-oversized human gonads, each segment of ball meat still larger than any PAIR of man balls the torturers had ever seen before. But the mighty knight refused to cry out. In fact, the only thing that escaped his lips were curses growled through gritted teeth. Eventually, Karok had tightened the Screws down as far as he dared, nearly bisecting the gargantuan balls, and STILL the heroic warrior would not bellow or cry out in pain. The Torture Master feared that any additional tightening of the Screws could result in the rupturing and destruction of the knight’s massive balls, an unthinkable result so very early in the young man’s torture. Karok and his minions had to therefore resort to other means to break their herculean prisoner.
Karok and his men began to amuse themselves by sticking large bead-headed pins into the giant’s muscular flesh, particularly in the most tender areas of his massive body. They started by skewering his fat, sovereign-sized paps, then moved on to his deep, hairy, muscular armpits. His colossal cock followed, with pins speared into the astonishingly thick cum tube running up the underbelly of that gigantic beast, more pins inserted into the flaring coronal ridge of his apple-sized glans, and even more pins thrust into the unusually tough meat of the tremendously thick shaft and bulbous head. With such a vast acreage of man meat at their disposal, the dungeoneers were able to insert several hundred pins into the knight’s quivering cock, and still leave room for many hundreds more.
The Torture Master then took red-hot pokers heated in a blazing brazier, and touched the glowing tips of the pokers to these bead-headed pins, heating up the pins and scorching and searing the flesh of the achingly handsome muscle man.
Yet still the dungeoneers were disappointed. Any other guest would have screamed or ejaculated (or both!) from a tenth of the abuse that had already been heaped upon the young man, but the stoic cavalier refused to do either. It wasn’t that the young warrior was unfeeling; in fact, just the opposite was true. His utterly massive muscles were constantly flexing and straining against his heavy iron bonds, bulging heroically as he struggled in vain to free himself from his mounting agony. The pain was obvious on the young man’s breathtakingly handsome face as well, for his eyes were screwed shut, his powerful jaw tightly clenched, and his handsome brow deeply furrowed. Additionally, a sheen of manly sweat covered his bare and unspeakably brawny body, causing his gigantic muscles to gleam in the ruddy light of the many torches and fire pits that lit the stone chamber.
The knight’s almighty cock was also showing evidence of the extreme strain the young man was enduring. The gnarled veins that ran up and down the fantastically thick cock shaft were bulging so hard that they looked like they might burst right through the overstretched skin, and the magnificent glans was so bloated and purple that it looked like it might explode. The monumental, quivering member was pulsing with every one of the knight’s thunderous heart beats, and an unceasing stream of dewy pre-seed flowed down the colossal length of his massive member in clear slick rivers.
There was no doubt the the heroic paladin was holding back his churning, boiling load by sheer force of his tremendous will, but that even his mighty endurance was waning. Karok knew that it wouldn’t take too much more to make the warrior blow his long-overdue load — the first of many, many loads that the Dungeoneer intended to torture from the young muscle bull’s loins. And with testicles as freakishly and monstrously oversized as these, Karok knew that the young man’s cum load would be something out of legend.
The Torture Master had thus far avoided puncturing the prisoner’s seed-pods with the metal pins. Karok had feared that any further abuse of the viciously crushed man eggs might cause them to finally lose their battle with the Stone Screws and burst asunder. But his lustful need to break the defiant warrior to his will overwhelmed any sense of caution, and Karok decided to harpoon the young man’s balls anyway.
Karok picked up a great pin that was larger than any of the others he had thus far used. The pin was still a slender length of metal with a beaded head, but it measured half a foot in length, twice as long as the other pins. He gently pushed the sharp end against the reddish-purple skin of one of the huge bulging sub-nuts. Slowly and steadily he pressed, causing the metal to make a deeper and deeper indentation against the straining wall of the surprisingly tough and fibrous nut. The pin suddenly popped through the stretched skin and hardened outer wall of the mammoth orb, causing the hunky prisoner to make a small grunt of pain as a small bead of blood welled up from the tiny wound.
With exquisite slowness and almost loving touch, Karok pressed the pin even more, driving the slender metal spear into the very heart of the young man’s delicate testicular tissues. The young man’s entire body flexed spectacularly as he fought the searing agony of his mammoth nut being slowly skewered on the long metal spike. Karok finally felt the pin hit the wood on the far side of the punctured nut segment. Barely an inch of the pin was still exposed on the top side of that mighty gland, further evidence of the impossibly thick meatiness of just HALF of one of the knight’s behemoth bollocks.
Karok picked up a fresh brand from the brazier, a close-lipped grin spreading across his face, and touched the red-hot poker to the beaded head of the pin. As the heat was transferred from the hot iron to the slender pin, the small upwelling of blood sizzled as the wound was cauterized. The powerful prisoner tensed and flexed even harder than before, a low growl rumbling in his massive chest, but still he refused to cry out. His gargantuan cock gave a mighty lurch, though, his studly staff quivering even harder as the dewy stream increased in volume.
The smell of singed flesh filled the air, and the dungeoneers began to salivate at the delicious scent of cooked nut meat.
Grinning wider, the Torture Master returned the poker to the coals, then took a second pin and slowly inserted it in another scrotal segment. Another bead of blood appeared, and another grunt was torn from the knight’s huge lungs, bigger than the last.
Karok took back the poker and heated the second pin head, causing the knight to thrash even harder than before, giving out an even louder groan of pain, which soon turned into a half moan. The mighty horse cock twitched even more and the thick, clear stream was now a freshet.
The beaming Karok took a third pin and repeated the process in a third portion, slowly harpooning the massive nut segment and then heating the pin with a poker.
The bound muscle giant moaned louder and gasped once, twice, three times. He writhed mightily against his chains. His enormous staff seemed to be swelling even larger still, if that was possible, and it twitched wildly, the freshet becoming a flood.
But still the iron-willed paladin stoically resisted, bravely battling the inevitable.
With lips pulled back in a wolfish grimace, Karok grabbed a fourth pin and isolated the last untouched bulge of nut meat. But instead of slowly inserting this fourth pin, Karok jammed the pin through the young man’s ball segment with one violent thrust, burying it almost to the hilt in the warrior’s tortured nut flesh.
The knight’s response was extraordinary. Every one of his monumentally massive muscles bulged in fantastic relief, and Karok feared for a moment that the mighty warrior might actually succeed in breaking his fire-forged iron chains! It was the single most spectacularly powerful and masculine sight that any of the men had ever seen! The prisoner began grunting continually, deep and throatily, his baritone voice grown husky. He bobbed his handsome head back and forth with increasing vigor, as though trying to bang it against something. He pounded his huge fists against Old Oakheart and pulled mightily at his chains, but his restraints held fast. His powerful feet likewise kicked against his fetters, but again to no avail.
His truly monstrous member was vibrating, flailing its thick, clear rope all about like some great drooling beast. What had been a puddle and then a pool of lust honey on the young man’s torso, the table, and the floor was now becoming a slick and sticky sea.
Laughing, the Torture Master again took up the poker. Slowly and deliberately he moved the red-hot iron toward its target. And then, just before the two pieces of metal touched, he hesitated.
Oh, if only he could make this delicious torment last so that he could savor it forever!
In just another moment, he knew this heroic, herculean, sweating, stinking prisoner would at last be broken, bellowing like the pain-and-lust maddened beast he now was, and that he would spew a volcanic eruption of manly warrior cum unlike anything he had seen before. He knew that the thick, chunky, creamy seed would blast high and far across Karok’s wonderful studio of suffering, his beloved chamber of pain! No doubt the first of countless loads that would be tortured out of the young knight’s mighty loins in the hours and days ahead, before his magnificent man parts were finally mauled and mangled into uselessness.
And then he touched the poker to the pinhead.
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