I also wanted to wish you all a Happy Halloween. I'm actually on vacation for Halloween, but once I get back, I'll start posting a Halloween/harvest-time themed storyline. I think you guys are gonna enjoy it!
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How to break a Super Hero
Chapter 13 — Armageddon and Aftermath — Happy Ending
“WHAT?!?!” shouted nearly a dozen a voices at once, starting off a cacophony of arguing voices.
“LISTEN TO ME!!” Brick bellowed, instantly silencing his concerned friends. “My dear friends, trust me, it’s the only way. Doc Evil and his minions have been torturing and beating my balls for more than nine months now, and my huge nuts have grown immeasurably stronger and more resilient as a result. I doubt that my burly balls would be strong enough to contain such a blast even at full health, let alone in their current wrecked and sorry state, but it’s the only hope we have. Quickly! We’re running out of time, and I need you to trust me!”
After a few moments of stunned silence, the tall, winged form of Golden Eagle stepped forward and warmly clasped Brick’s shackled hand. “Well there you go again, you big lug,” Golden Eagle said affectionately, smiling down at his friend. “Playing the hero and offering to make the ultimate sacrifice. Well come on, you heard the man! We don’t have much time.”
A lithe and lanky form reluctantly stepped forward, a handsome young blond man of average height and muscular if slender build who couldn’t have been any older than Brick himself. The young lad had a look of pure anguish on his handsome face, as if he was facing the worst choice of his life. The bound and naked hero smiled sadly and said, “Ah, my dear friend Phaser. I know that this is perhaps going to be hardest on you, but you need to do this for me. It’s the only chance that you all have of surviving these next few minutes, let alone saving the innocent people of New York.”
“B-but Brick,” stammered the slender young lad. “Your huge balls will be immolated in the blast! You’ll DIE!!”
“I know,” Brick said softly in response. “But what choice do we have? Besides, I think my big balls are just about finished anyway.” A wry smile turned up the corners of Brick’s utterly kissable lips. “At least this way, they get to go out in a blast of glory, and their sacrifice might actually mean something.”
Phaser then began to sob, falling to his knees next to Brick’s bound and immobile form and clutching his shackled right hand. “But you don’t understand! I- I’ve never told you, because you’re so handsome and so famous, and I know you could never feel the same way for me. And I was always too scared that you’d hate me. But I- I… I love you!!”
Brick gently gripped Phaser’s hands in his much larger one and smiled sadly but kindly at his friend. “I know, Phaser. I’ve known for a long time, and it’s never changed how much I’ve cared about you. I wanted to give you time to decide whether or not you wanted to tell me. I’m only sorry that I couldn’t give you those same feelings in return. But I want you to know that you are one of my closest, dearest, and most trusted friends. If that wasn’t the case, then I wouldn’t be able to lay this terrible request on you. But you must do this for me, Phaser. Please?”
Phaser clutched Brick’s hand like a lifeline, tears streaming down his boyish cheeks, and finally nodded his head in the affirmative. “Yes,” his voice cracked, and then he spoke again in a firmer and steadier voice. “Yes, Brick, I will do this for you. You are the bravest man I know, and if we all are fated to die here anyway, then I want you to know that there is nowhere else I’d rather be than here at your side.”
Brick fought back tears of his own as he gave Phaser’s hands one last squeeze, and then released him so that he could perform his task. Phaser walked over to the pedestal and, taking a steadying breath, placed his hands on either side of the deceptively innocuous-looking device. The bomb was surprisingly light, weighing only about 30 pounds, but Phaser carried it with exaggerated care as he lifted it off of its cradle and walked the dozen or so steps back to Brick’s side. He then focused his concentration on his hands and the bomb carried between them, and as the other super heroes watched, Phaser’s hands began to shimmer and turn nearly invisible, right along with the bomb itself. The young man’s eyes took on a bright, golden glow as well, the pupils and irises disappearing into the glowing light as he exerted his mutant power to phase his hands and the bomb into a temporary side dimension.
The other heroes gathered around Brick’s side in a show of solidarity and support. Phaser slowly bent forward, bringing his deadly package closer and closer to Brick’s enormous, swollen, and deeply bruised bollocks. The muscular hero braced for renewed agony as the shimmering mirage of the bomb touched and then began to sick down inside of his huge balls, but there was surprisingly no pain at all, just an odd and not altogether unpleasant tingling sensation.
Brick’s beefy balls were now so unbelievably rotund and enormous that they completely swallowed up both the bomb and Phaser’s out-of-phase hands with room to spare. Phaser’s Adam’s apple bobbed visibly in his throat as his hands passed through all of that dense and incredibly beefy testicular tissue, and part of him couldn’t help but mourn the fact that the first — and likely last — time he would ever be able to touch his stunningly gorgeous friend in this intimate manner would be to implant a nuclear bomb inside of his magnificent nuts.
Phaser began to withdraw his hands, his eyes still glowing with a golden light. Even though his hands were nearly invisible, it was clear that they had left their deadly package behind. Phaser’s eyes slowly dimmed and returned to normal, just as his hands resumed their solid form and visibility. All eyes, however, were on Brick’s huge, sagging, and thoroughly wrecked bull nuts.
Brick gritted his teeth and groaned in fresh pain as his huge bollocks began to grow and expand even larger still, the thick nut meat being displaced by the big bomb as it phased back into reality. Any other man’s balls, no matter how huge, would have been quickly torn apart by having such a large foreign object phased into reality inside of them, but Brick’s behemoth bollocks had proven time and time again that they were made from far sterner stuff than those of mortal, or even mutant, men, and they endured even this latest insult largely intact. The gigantic orbs swelled half again as large as they were before as the deadly bomb wedged itself deep in the very heart of Brick’s big balls, achieving even more insanely oversized dimensions, but the testes themselves endured.
The handsome super hero took several long, steadying breaths as he adjusted to the terrific pain of having the large bomb buried deep inside his nut guts. He finally opened his stunning blue eyes and smiled weakly but warmly at the friends and companions surrounding him, taking strength from their loyalty and comradeship.
“How much time is left?” Brick asked in an amazingly calm and steady voice.
“Just under one minute,” Aurora replied, violet eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She grasped Brick’s bound left hand, while Phaser grabbed his right. Brick smiled at them both, his handsome face even more radiant than ever as he looked upon his closest friends with his heart full of love. The remaining companions gathered closer around, each placing their hand on some part of Brick’s exposed body — his muscular shin, his gargantuan thigh, the mighty swell of an enormous pectoral, the corrugated washboard of his abdomen, the swollen and muscular boulder of a shoulder — and with words unspoken, shared their great love and respect for one another. None of them would try to flee, none would seek to secure their own safety over that of their comrades. All would choose to stay by Brick’s side to the bitter end.
Ten seconds.
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FOOOOOMMM!!!!!
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It was nearly impossible to describe the awesome scale of the planet-rending inferno that exploded inside of Brick’s mammoth bull nuts. Various video cameras throughout the auditorium caught the resulting cataclysm in epic slow motion, transmitting their images almost instantaneously to a large screen inside of Doc Evil and Behemoth’s escape rocket as it hurtled toward safety. The two villains watched with expectant glee as they played the scene at a vastly slowed down rate, so that they could savor every last millisecond of Brick’s bollocks’ spectacular destruction.
A red, hellish glow appeared to ignite inside of the two spheres of deeply bruised nut meat, a dark red glow that grew larger and brighter, slowly expanding to engulf the entirety of both massive balls. As this light grew to a brighter cherry red, Brick’s two balls slowly began to expand, their thick and fibrous outer walls being pushed outward from all directions with the unimaginable incendiary force of the bomb’s explosion. The young hero’s magnificent bull balls, which had already swollen to nearly the size of a pair of basketballs from months of forced growth and the most recent hours of nut-shattering abuse, steadily swelled larger and larger and larger still, soon doubling their size and showing no signs of stopping.
As Brick’s bollocks continued to inexorably swell, the fiery glow within the stud’s expanding nuts took on a brighter and brighter glow, the red slowly fading to be replaced by a golden-white light of pure fiery destruction. The blazing, white-hot inferno of the thermonuclear explosion made Brick’s huge nuts balloon to impossible dimensions as they swelled to three times their normal size, then FOUR TIMES, and kept right on expanding! Even Behemoth’s deep-set eyes, glued to the large screen in the escape rocket, grew wide as Brick’s ferociously tough bull nuts bloated even larger than they had during their brush with destruction under the Nymph’s deadly attentions…and continued to grow!!
By the time Brick’s balls had grown to FIVE TIMES their original size, looking like a pair of blazingly incandescent, overinflated beach balls, the interiors of the young man’s exploding nuts were glowing with the fire and fury of a pair of miniature suns. Brick’s hideously overinflated scrotum began to tear in dozens of places, the incredibly supple and pliable skin pushed beyond even its extraordinary ability to stretch and expand. The shiny, grayish-white walls of the young hero’s two massive gonads became visible in dozens of places as his scrotum threatened to shred altogether and spill out his two rapidly swelling bollocks. Those thick and insanely tough outer walls, already horribly weakened by Behemoth’s ungentle attentions and cracked in dozens of places, were pushed far beyond any conceivable limits as they struggled to contain the epic blast. Those tiny hairline cracks had grown and expanded into crevasses and canyons, clearly visible through the expanding gaps and tears in Brick’s insanely overstretched scrotum and looking like jagged rivers of white-hot molten lava. At any instant, those cracked and damaged walls would fail, unleashing a mountain-leveling explosion onto all of metropolitan New York!
All of these changes happened in a mere fraction of a second. But as Doc Evil and Behemoth watched in utter shock and surprise, the roiling inferno inside of Brick’s gargantuan bollocks slowly started to diminish. His ridiculously, obscenely bloated balls began to shrink once more, and the blinding glow of radioactive fury began to fade from golden white to cherry red, and eventually to the dark red of a glowing ember before extinguishing altogether. All of this occurred in just a handful of seconds, but to Brick, the bomb’s detonation must have felt like an eternity.
Against all possible odds, Brick’s almighty man nuts had contained the thermonuclear blast, saving the lives of his super hero friends and sparing the entire city of New York!!! But at what cost?
As both heroes and villains watched in undisguised awe, an utterly exhausted and spent Brick Haus sagged against his restraints. A few wisps of sickly, yellowish-green smoke issued from the gaping piss slit of his monstrous cock, the only visible evidence that a nuclear bomb had just exploded inside of his herculean stud balls. And then Brick’s magnificent bull cock, that monument to manhood which had finally reached the record-shattering length of 24 mind-blowing inches, that titanic torpedo of man meat that had remained rock solid and diamond hard for almost the entirety of his nine-month captivity, began to slowly wilt. The colossal whale cock resembled a deflating dirigible as it began to lose its steely hardness and gut-busting size, slowly shrinking and collapsing. It was a tragic and terrible sight, for Brick’s behemoth boner was dying, never to rise again.
Brick’s gigantic cock fell with stately and ponderous slowness, collapsing bit by bit as it steadily lost inches in both length and girth. It took nearly a full minute for the hunky hero’s last and final boner to die, ultimately draping itself gently over the remains of his gargantuan balls, resembling a flag draped over a coffin. Yet even in its fully flaccid state, Brick’s cock was magnificent, a beefy, puffy, distended tube of succulent man flesh that still measured at least 16 inches in length, perhaps even more. At the beginning of his captivity, Brick’s flaccid mule dick had measured an awesome 12 inches in length, but all of the villains’ cruel attentions had made the hero’s mighty member grow as well, adding at least 4 or 5 inches to even its limp state. But not that that mattered anymore…
A sob escaped Phaser’s lips at he gazed upon the ruin of the most magnificent and spectacular manhood to ever grace man or mutant. He reached out with one quivering hand to cup the underside of Brick’s mammoth right bollock and found the orb to be unnaturally hot from the explosion’s aftermath, so hot that it actually scalded Phaser’s hand. Undaunted, the young man lifted up his second hand to cup that gargantuan ball, gently cradling his friend’s humongous orb in his hands. Phaser didn’t know what to expect — would Brick’s mighty bollock be liquified? Would it be carbonized, reduced to a burnt out husk that crumbled to ash at the merest touch? The slender young super hero definitely did NOT expect Brick’s huge nut to still be so astoundingly HEAVY, and for a few fleeting moments, the great heat and weight of the colossal cajone made Phaser think that the titanic testicle might somehow still be alive!
As the super heroes mourned their fallen comrade, Golden Eagle turned his attention to the computer displays at the front of the room. Brick’s vital signs were more or less stable, a miracle in and of itself, but all of the monitors and sensors focusing on the young man’s mighty man orbs appeared to show that the titanic testicles were essentially flatlining. No spark of life seemed to linger within those impossible dense orbs, for the blast must have surely rent and torn and shredded and cooked those beefy oblong spheres into oblivion.
Golden Eagle’s keen eyes almost didn’t register the first blip that appeared on the computer screen, and he at first dismissed it as an electronic malfunction. But when a second blip appeared, and then a third, the mighty winged hero felt the first stirrings of hope blossoming in his heart.
Brick’s behemoth balls lingered on the brink of death for several long moments, and then began to slowly recover and pull back from that razor’s edge. The computer sensors weren’t lying — Brick’s balls had indeed achieved the impossible and had somehow SURVIVED!!!
All eyes were glued to the computer screens as they showed the health and vitality of Brick’s balls steadily grow and expand. A few moments later, the mighty young muscle man let out a low groan of pain, and their eyes once again turned to their friend and comrade.
As they watched in mute wonder, Brick’s previously limp and expired boner began to slowly grow and expand once more, regaining its size and steely hardness until it was once again a mighty two-foot-long battering ram of sheer masculine power.
Brick’s groans of agony became deeper and stronger, and started to turn into grunts of effort. His magnificent muscles began to bulge and flex and strain as strength flooded back into his body, and all four limbs bulged and tensed spectacularly as he once again fought against his unbreakable restraints. He also began to gently and rhythmically buck his muscular hips, fucking the air with the tremendous tower of his fully engorged and mammoth bull cock.
Phaser began to step forward, concern written large across his handsome face, but Golden Eagle grabbed him by the upper arm and stilled him. Golden Eagle didn’t say a word, just shook his head no, and Phaser understood — this was something Brick had to do on his own.
The bucking of Brick’s hips gradually became faster and took on greater and greater urgency, until the young man was humping the air so hard and so fast that his bruised and battered bull balls were slapping hard against the metal table with each downward pump. The beefy smack of flesh-on-metal was as erotic as it was painful, for surely each strike of his mauled and mangled bollocks against the unyielding table must have felt like fresh hammer blows from Behemoth’s mammoth fists. But the pain didn’t seem to deter Brick in the slightest, and in fact seemed to spur him on to even more violent and urgent bucking and grinding.
Phaser’s eyes grew wider still as the twin shallow indentations in the table’s metal surface — caused when Behemoth had piston-hammered Brick’s mighty balls INTO the table — began to grow deeper. Brick’s gigantic balls were striking the table top with such insane force that the mighty mounds of man meat were actually causing the adamantine metal to wrap and buckle under the onslaught!
Brick’s outrageously handsome face was contorted in a rictus of agony, fury, and determination, loud grunts escaping from between his clenched teeth and flexing jaw as he desperately fucked the air and pounded his already nearly mortally wounded bollocks closer to wreck and ruin. It looked like the mighty mega hero was hurtling toward his own self destruction, and the other super heroes felt powerless to stop him.
The mighty stud looked like some sort of bucking bronco as his violent and furious efforts built to a fantastic crescendo, and he let out a thunderous roar of agony and defiance. His titanic cock began flexing and thrashing in the unmistakable signs of one of his epic orgasms, but for many long seconds, nothing emerged from the distended tip of his bloated cock.
Then, with an obviously herculean effort, thick clotted chunks began to ooze out of the end of Brick’s spasming cock. The other heroes couldn’t tell exactly what the grayish-white substance was at first, and they feared that the mighty stud might be ejaculating the ruined contents of his massive, weighty balls. But it soon became clear that the tremendously thick, pasty substance was the young man’s own cooked and clotted spunk. Vast quantities of the dead and ruined sperm were choking the dense and beefy innards of the stud’s massive balls, and his ferociously pulsating cock was trying desperately to purge the immolated and congealed morass of splooge from his aching balls.
Great chunks of ruined spunk tumbled down the great length of Brick’s thunderously pulsing bull cock, forming vast and sticky puddles of gelatinous goo on his spectacular abs, monumental chest, and the tabletop itself. It was a chunky fountain of spoiled virility, as it was as awesome as it was horrifying.
Partway through the epic purge of his congeal loins, Brick shouted out, “Quick!! Get one of the cryo canisters!! Get ready to catch my load!!”
Golden Eagle was the first to react, quickly scooping up one of the empty containers in one hand while wrapping the other huge hand partway around the stupendously thick shaft of Brick’s powerfully throbbing cock, grasping just an inch or two below the swollen, bulbous head to steady the bucking cock and position the canister next to the gaping piss slit.
Brick’s cock throbbed several more times, pumping out the last clotted chunks of his cooked and ruined sperm, and then suddenly a lush pulse of thick, gloopy, liquid, and utterly ALIVE and vital spunk began to blast out of his mighty cock. Golden Eagle was able to catch the inhumanly virile blast in the waiting canister, as well as the dozens of equally thick and copious blasts that followed.
None of the heroes had ever witnessed their friend cum before, and they were all flabbergasted by the spectacular size, force, and unspeakable VOLUME of Brick’s unnaturally thick ejaculate. The young man soon had the 5-liter canister filled to overflowing, and he kept right on dumping one of the biggest loads in his young life, soon painting almost the entirety of his massively muscular upper body a pearlescent white with his own stupendously virile secretions.
As the last few lush pulses of life-creating baby batter pumped out of his mighty cock, Brick pulled even harder against his restraints. A deep, rumbling growl built in his powerful lungs, growing louder and stronger until it was a mighty roar, a roar so loud that several of the sperm-washed windows along the auditorium’s upper walls actually cracked and shattered. And then, in perhaps his greatest show of brute strength yet, Brick shattered the thick adamantium shackles binding him at wrist and ankle, finally freeing himself from his nine-month-long prison!
A panting and heaving Brick slowly rose to his feet atop the sperm-drenched table, his fantastic muscles looking even bigger and more beautiful than ever before. He then threw back his mighty arms and handsome head and let out another roar of sheer, bestial power, shattering the remainder of the windows in the large auditorium. His deafening roar lasted nearly half a minute, and all the while, the final dregs of his super human load belched out of his quivering elephant cock.
Brick Haus had survived the most brutal and prolonged torture imaginable, and in the process had grown from the mightiest of mutants to a near god of strength, power, and sex. Not even the mighty Behemoth could now hope to approach Brick’s deific levels of physical power.
In the minutes and hours that followed, a rejuvenated Brick told his friends and compatriots all about his trials and trevails at the hands of Doc Evil and his minions, as well as the vile genius’ plans for all of the gallons upon gallons of mighty super spunk that had been raped and torn from Brick’s mammoth loins. They all agreed that Doc Evil needed to be stopped, but they couldn’t decide on the best plan of action.
Brick cut through the arguments with the only viable option open to them — they had to use Doc Evil’s own plans against him. As the other heroes stood by Brick in mute agreement, the handsome hulking hero laid out his own plan.
First, they would need to collect Brick’s sperm, both the vast volume of spunk currently spewed all across the large room as well as the future loads even now building within the stud’s massive sperm factories, and they would have to discover Doc Evil’s secrets for how to use Brick’s super potent sperm to enhance the mutant abilities of all of the other super heroes.
Brick was reluctant to suggest the second part of his plan, but he knew it was their only hope to continue to stand up against a newly augmented army of mutant villains. The heroes would need to use Brick’s supremely powerful genetics to father a new generation of mighty super heroes, all of whom stood to inherit Brick’s unspeakable power, beauty, and might.
The stunned heroes were amazed at Brick’s suggestions, but one by one, they realized that he was correct, and that this was the only path that could lead them to victory against Doc Evil and his vile minions.
The super heroes all realized that the canister filled to overflowing with Brick’s most recent ejaculate, plus the truly limitless supply of hot spunk even now boiling inside of the young man’s basketball-sized balls, represented the most perfect sperm ever created, the ideal seed for their future plans. Nevertheless, they collected all of the gallons upon gallons of spilled seed in the room, not leaving a single, solitary sperm cell behind. All of this vital and virile spunk accompanied Brick and his companions to their super hero headquarters, where work began right away on discovering a way to use Brick’s sperm to augment their own mutant powers.
And in the weeks and months that followed, as word of Brick’s heroic deeds and desperate plans spread across the globe, female volunteers — both mutant and mortal — began to step forward as willing volunteers to be impregnated by Brick’s almighty seed. Numbering in the dozens at first, their ranks quickly built to the hundreds, and then the thousands, and soon, a veritable army of Brick’s unborn children were on their way.
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Months had passed since Brick’s heroic acts and New York’s brush with thermonuclear annihilation. The young super hero had been forced to leave his private alter ego behind, and now lived full time as the mighty Brick Haus — one of many things that Doc Evil and his vile gang had stolen from him. But they had unintentionally also gifted him with the mightiest super powers ever possessed by man or mutant, and he surprised himself every day with the sheer breadth and depth of his newfound strength.
Brick had worked tirelessly for months on his various efforts to thwart Doc Evil’s nefarious plans, including allowing his freakishly outsized whale cock to be milked dozens of times each day, emptying his mega balls of their awesome cum loads over and over and over again. A truly monumental stockpile of his precious and powerful sperm had been stockpiled in this manner, and the super hero scientists were very near a breakthrough that would allow them to duplicate Doc Evil’s formula, allowing them to use Brick’s super sperm to augment the powers of other mutants.
With the future of his supreme genetic line secured, and the war effort now largely in the hands of scientists and doctors, Brick knew that he was now free to seek what he wanted more than anything else in this world.
Revenge.
Brick sat at a computer and pulled up his private email account, once more opening up the encrypted email that had landed in his inbox earlier that day. A email promising a rematch of legendary proportions, with winner take all stakes, and where only one mutant would walk away with a functioning set of nuts.
After another moment’s hesitation, Brick began to type his response, his mammoth, 16-inch limp horse cock twitching involuntarily in his super hero tights…
