Dethroning the King - Chapter 13 (DRAFT) - Slow Testicular Demolition

Dethroning the King

An original story by Jayse and D.

Chapter 13 - Slow Testicular Demolition

***** I envision this as being perhaps the longest chapter in the whole story, or maybe even a SERIES of chapters if there’s too much material to place into one chapter. The purpose of this chapter is to begin the slow destruction of Zach’s magnificent manhood, pummeling, punching, stretching, squeezing, and crushing the lad’s huge cock and balls to within an inch of their annihilation, all while swelling bigger and bigger and pumping out ever larger volumes of his ripe spunk. But Zach’s mighty genitals do not get destroyed in this chapter — mauled, mangled, and wrecked, but not destroyed. That’s saved for Chapter 14! ;) *****

Satisfied that he has harvested MORE than enough stud sperm for his nefarious needs, and that the shocked audience is ready for the next phase in the night’s entertainment, Gustav gives a quiet signal to the three muscle goons to move on with the next part of Zach’s punishment and destruction. 

The three big dudes don’t want their fun to end too soon, so they start with just their bare hands, punching and squeezing and kneading Zach’s swollen and aching cock and balls. The beefy SMACK, SMACK, SMACK of fists on flesh is music to their ears as they pummel the young man’s heavy meat from all angles. 

I would like to see lots and lots and LOTS of descriptions of the various brutalities these three men inflict on Zach’s bloated fuck meat. Keep in mind, Zach’s balls are insanely tough, so this chapter can be as long as you all would like it, with dozens and dozens of unique and varied abuses heaped upon the hapless champ’s mighty gonads. The hours-long assault on Zach’s nuts should be accompanied by a lot of “CRACK” and “SNAP” and “CRUNCH” sounds as the thick walls of those twin orbs are slowly broken down. The vulnerable “man yolk” within those two mighty fortresses will still remain intact, pumping out ever growing volumes of spunk, but those protective walls will finally start to crumble. Near the end, Zach’s cock will reach a previously unheard of length, and his balls will be titanic.

Here are some ideas and suggestions, in no particular order: 

(1)

Each man takes turns isolating one of Zach’s bloated, cum-engorged nuts and pinning it to the hard arena floor. He then starts pummeling the trapped nut as hard and as fast as he can, flattening it against the solid wrestling mat. The Annihilator likes to focus his attention on the epididymis along the back and top of the goliath nard, grinding his knuckles deep into that tender tissue and ripping howls of agony from the handsome champ. Reaper favors brute strength, using his titanic arm muscles to power his huge fist like a battering ram over and over and over again into Zach’s wounded and screaming nut. Kingslayer is perhaps the cruelest and most effective of them all, however, slipping his brass knuckles over his hard fist and punching and pummeling Zach’s helpless ball from every angle, unleashing a world of hurt on the sobbing muscle stud. He particularly likes laying a huge nut down sideways and trying to bash in its tough and fibrous outer wall from the side. All of this work is intended to slowly wear down the phenomenal strength in both of Zach’s humongous nuts, and eventually crack their insanely tough and thick outer shells to get at the dense and beefy “yolk” contained within the heart of his man eggs. 

(2)

One man stretches out Zach’s nuts as much as his over-bloated nutsac will allow, then wraps a nylon noose around Zach’s sac and ties the other end to the handle on the Annihilator’s 220-pound kettlebell, maintaining the epic stretch to the young man’s massive balls. The men then take turns raining down brutality on the elongated scrotal neck, hammering away at the cables, cords, blood vessels, and sperm ducts that connect Zach’s bull nuts with his body and that give those fantastic gonads life, joking all the while that they are giving the handsome stud a vasectomy. The pain is sharp and extreme, perversely sending Zach into even greater fits of ejaculatory agony, but in the end even the tissues anchoring Zach’s mighty bollocks to his body prove to be too tough for the three wrestlers to easily destroy, and they survive even these brutalities intact…for now…

(3)

All three men are highly jealous of Zach’s magnificent penis, and they do all they can to wreck that monument to masculinity. Lots of punching and twisting action should ensue. I particularly like the idea of punching that huge cock from several directions simultaneously, causing the iron-hard member to bend and twist in all sorts of unnatural directions, but somehow refusing to break. This action should culminate in the Reaper grasping Zach’s huge cock with both hands — one around the thick root of that monster cock right at the wide base, and the other just behind the fist-sized, purple cock head — and then start bending that huge prick downward. Zach’s swollen cock is fantastically strong, but the Reaper is even stronger, and he succeeds in forcing a powerful and disturbing downward bend into Zach’s otherwise ramrod straight horse cock. The huge mountain of muscle can actually feel the fibers and tissues inside of Zach’s cock straining and stretching to the breaking point, and he holds the bellowing champ in that position for a seeming eternity, sometimes giving short, sharp jerks to his hands to further amplify the agony and bring Zach’s cock to the very razor’s edge of snapping in half at mid shaft. The Annihilator and the Kingslayer join in the fun by taking the opportunity to punch and hammer Zach’s grotesquely bent cock from all angles, further redlining the titanic spear of fuck meat and nearly finishing what the Reaper had started. 

The Reaper finally relents, allowing Zach’s battered but otherwise intact cock to snap back to rigid attention…only to repeat the process in the other direction, bending the young man’s mighty mule cock backwards towards his belly! The Reaper succeeds in getting an even MORE profound bend out of Zach’s cock this time, while the other two men focus on beating and pummeling the stretched out cum tube running the length of the ventral surface of that gigantic cock like some sort of thick, ridged spine. 

(4)

Another cock torture would involve one man (or maybe requiring two men) pushing down on the base of Zach’s mighty cock to slowly lever that huge trouser beast downward until, with great effort, it’s finally pointing straight down and pressed flat against the cum-flooded mat. This position allows the men to take turns hammering the lad’s aching cock into the unyielding floor. They’ll start with their fists, but then move on to their steel-toed boots, kicking and stomping all over Zach’s beautiful cock and causing the magnificent member to erupt in new welts and bruises, even as the throbbing and quivering cock continues to periodically pump out more and more jizz. The Annihilator particularly likes stomping down with the steel-studded heel of his heavy black boot onto Zach’s swollen and bulbous cock head, crushing it to a fraction of its normal size over and over again. The Kingslayer prefers kicking Zach’s cock head on, trying to drive that huge head into the iron hard shaft behind it. The Annihilator can use his 220-pound kettlebell like a rolling pin, pressing its enormous weight downward onto Zach’s steadily softening tissues of that tortured cock and running it up and down that titanic length like he’s kneading dough. The Reaper is perhaps the most brutal of them all, using his gargantuan sledgehammer to pound Zach’s mighty elephant cock like he’s trying to tenderize a steak. The Reaper seems to particularly like to hammer and bash Zach’s relatively softer cock head, squashing that humongous bulb of flesh nearly flat with each terrible blow, only to have that mighty sphere of meat immediately regain its normal size and shape as soon as the hammer is once again lifted, bruised and battered but otherwise still intact. 

(5)

As Zach lays supine on the mat, Reaper and Annihilator will place themselves on either side of the fallen hero — one on the left locking his huge fists around Zach’s left wrist and ankle, and the other doing the same thing on Zach’s right. The two huge brutes will then plant their feet on either side of Zach’s bullish neck and the bottom of his ribs as anchors, and then they’ll lean back, pulling with all of their might on Zach’s arms and legs as if they wanted to rip his limbs right out of his body. This punishment was brutal enough in its own right, but it also opened the young man up to additional punishments on his fully exposed genitals. 

The Kingslayer could then position himself in front of Zach’s exposed package, the shrine of his epic manhood. The smaller man plants his booted feet into the underside of Zach’s ballooning bollocks and then grips the shaft of the young man’s colossal cock shaft, just a couple of inches beneath the bulbous and drooling head. Tightening his fierce grip, the Kingslayer begins to pull Zach’s cock downward, while simultaneously pushing upward into the stud’s smooth and hairless balls with all of his might. Zach’s bloated erection was so huge, so hard, and so resilient, even after all of the beating, that it initially fought against the Kingslayer’s attempts to lever it downward, and it took both of the wrestler’s hands and all of his considerable might to pull it down. But eventually he succeeded, bending Zach’s erection on an unnatural angle, and threatening to snap it off right at the base! 

The Kingslayer reveled in the punishment he was inflicting on Zach’s behemoth genitals. He could feel the tree-trunk sized root of Zach’s stallion cock straining to remain attached to his groin. At the same time, he could actually FEEL the mighty heartbeat in the champ’s squashed bull balls - even through his heavy boots! - as he crushed them against the stud’s rock solid pelvis. The Kingslayer imagined that he could almost feel the thick, sperm-laden hunk spunk that must be continuously churning and sloshing around inside of his dense and meaty nut guts. 

After allowing himself some time to enjoy these sensations, the Kingslayer suddenly lurches back with all of his might, pulling and twisting Zach’s monstrous horse cock harder still, while all but driving Zach’s mammoth nuts back inside his pelvic cavity, threatening to finally wreck Zach’s mighty manhood. 

The agony pushes Zach over the edge, and he begins to cum for the umpteenth time. The unbridled force of Zach’s throbbing orgasm is enough to rip his pulsing cock out of the Kingslayer’s grip, allowing the gigantic phallus to snap back upright and collide with Zach’s bulging and rippling pecs with a loud SLAP. Humongous jets of thick cum sprayed forth in every direction, spraying both Zach and his opponents in even more of his pearlescent spew. It almost looked like the defeated muscle man was waving forth his own liquid “white flag” as his mighty “flagpole” shuddered and throbbed through yet another monumental orgasm, dousing his heaving, insanely muscular body with multiple layers of his thick and chunky baby batter. 

The other men release a limp and sobbing Zach as he ejaculates all over himself in abject defeat. 

(6) 

The punishments get more and more brutal as time goes by, and the wear and tear really starts to show on Zach’s swelling junk. His monstrous cock is puffy and distended, covered in angry welts and purple bruises, yet still utterly magnificent, measuring nearly 21 inches in length at this point and damn near thick as a traffic bollard. His mighty, oblong-shaped bowling balls look even worse, his scrotum looking raw and abraded, and the balls themselves so utterly covered in bruises that they are a nearly uniform angry red/dark purple in color. But the champ’s monstrously oversized plumbing remains completely intact and functional, as he continuously proves with the jettisoning of load after load after sticky load of his pungent baby batter. 

Also tiny stretch marks start to appear up and down the colossal length of Zach’s monster cock, as well as all over his hideously overinflated nutsac. These stretch marks were further proof of the outrageous growth and swelling that his mammoth genitals were experiencing due to the effects of the serum, and the three brutal wrestlers began to wonder if there was going to be an end to how huge Zach’s sex organs could grow! 

(7)

The Annihilator begins using his 220-pound kettlebell once again, this time on Zach’s balls. He swings the huge weight in a devastating upper cut into Zach’s defenseless balls, crushing them nearly flat against his muscular crotch, then drops the huge weight from a height of 6 or 7 feet right down onto those bulging bollocks. Zach lets out his most thunderous bellow of pain yet as his proud balls are very nearly pulverized, crushed almost completely flat by the heavy iron weight. But his battle-hardened balls hold, even as the Annihilator leans on top of the kettlebell and starts using some of his own massively muscular weight to twist and turn the iron sphere deeper into Zach’s nut meat, almost like he’s trying to crush out a cigarette. Thick and wet squelching and crunching sounds can be heard coming from Zach’s ground up gonads, but they STILL refuse to burst. 

The Reaper suddenly pushes the Annihilator out of the way, and then quickly lumbers on top of the kettlebell, adding his own gargantuan 525 pounds of pure muscle to the 220 pounds of iron already bearing down on Zach’s valiantly straining nuts! The young man’s hazel eyes grow wide and a silent scream is stretched across his achingly handsome face as he feels an incredible 745 pounds bearing down on his crumbling nuts, more than DOUBLING the greatest amount of weight he’d ever before placed atop his mighty nuts!! The loudest crunching and scrunching sounds yet came from Zach’s profoundly crushed nuts, which ballooned around their spherical intruder like jelly. The iron sphere was digging so deeply into the heart of Zach’s nuts that it looked like it was resting on the mat itself, with nothing between it and the floor. The lad’s utterly squashed nuts were visibly convulsing around their intruder as they pumped yet ANOTHER gargantuan load out of Zach’s violently pulsating cock. desperately trying to inseminate something, ANYTHING, before they exploded under the awesome weight. 

Incredibly, however, Zach’s mighty nuts somehow held, though in truth it was a very close call. The centers of Zach’s nuts were crushed nearly as flat as pancakes, and truly SHOULD have burst wide open, but those tough and stubborn nuggies simply refused to crack! The Reaper even jumped up and down several times on top of the huge kettlebell, and STILL Zach’s nuts wouldn’t die!! The handsome dude’s behemoth balls were proving to be nearly indestructible!! 

(8)

Zach’s big bollocks are profoundly traumatized by this point, but the Reaper thinks he can push them even further. With Zach’s grotesquely swollen and intensely bruised balls resting helpless on the surface of the solid mat, the Reaper hefts his massive sledgehammer and gives a cold, hard stare at the young man’s hideously bruised and bloated bollocks. The muscular giant gently places the flat face of his hammer against the reddish-purple orbs, allowing the great weight of the iron head to partway squish the heavily wounded and weakened balls. The face of the sledgehammer head is so wide that it can easily cover both balls at the same time, despite their hideously swollen size, and could easily crush them as flat as pancakes in just one awesome blow. Zach’s balls clearly have some fight left in them, though, for they only squash down by a couple of inches despite the great weight of the hammer, all but taunting the huge Reaper to do his worst. And it’s clear that’s exactly what the mountain of muscle intends to do. 

The Reaper tauntingly, almost playfully, lifts the hammer head up a few feet and let’s it fall back toward Zach’s balls, arresting the free fall just as the cold, flat surface smacks into the young man’s heaving, heavy nuts. A terrified Zach winces with each soft impact, knowing that the cruel giant is only building up to some serious nut rupturing action. The Reaper repeats his teasing maneuver five, six, seven times, gently tapping Zach’s nuts each time. Then, with a grunt, the huge man raises the huge, blunt-faced business end of that hammer high above his head, flexes both of his gargantuan arms, takes careful aim, and then brings the sledgehammer down with utterly pulverizing force directly into both of Zach’s heavily bruised gonads. 

Zach bellowed in animal agony as his proud bull balls were immediately flattened to a mere fraction of an inch. At the same time, his mighty battering ram of a cock swelled even larger still and began erupting with a truly volcanic deluge of semen, the titanic force of the blow actually forcing out a tremendous gout of undiluted sperm. Zach’s already unnaturally thick and dense splooge was now thicker than ever, spraying out in semi-solid clumps of raw procreative matter all over the bellowing champ and his three assailants. 

The one blow was nearly enough to permanently wreck Zach’s huge balls, but the Reaper didn’t stop there. He raised his steel mallet up high, and then struck Zach’s balls again. And again. And again and again and again. Hammering the young man’s helpless orbs over and over, crushing them flatter and flatter each time, barely giving them time to plump back up to their oval fullness before squashing them again. A weeping Zach howled in agony as he felt his once-proud bollocks smashed into smithereens by the repeated hammer blows, spewing his thick cum all over his body as his nuts are steadily and brutally ruined. 

More than a dozen more deadly hammer blows fall onto Zach’s massacred bollocks, surely more than enough brutal punishment to break even Zach’s mighty man eggs! But when the Reaper lifts the sledgehammer away after his final thunderous blow, Zach’s behemoth balls once again swell back up to something approaching normal shape!! They regain their shape slower than before, and stop a couple of inches shy of a full re-inflation, but there can be no doubt about it — Zach’s balls are somehow, miraculously, still alive!!! 

An incredulous Kingslayer drops to his knees next to the defeated muscle stud, and reaches forward to scoop up both of Zach’s humongous nuts into his hands. The Kingslayer has large hands, but Zach’s bullish bollocks have by now swollen so huge that they more than overflow the wrestler’s cupped hands, displaying more thick and beefy nut meat than should have been humanly possible. But the proof of their fantastic size was resting heavily - VERY heavily - in the Kingslayer’s almost reverently cupped hands. 

The Kingslayer began to slowly grope, fondle, and explore Zach’s battered nuts, and quickly found that the former nearly rock-hard firmness of the young man’s behemoth balls was clearly a thing of the past. While both huge orbs were technically still intact and whole, their tough and fibrous outer walls had been almost completely broken, their tremendous strength worn down by several hours of testicular abuse. The dense flesh within was now soft and malleable, like a firm jelly, yielding but still intact. The Kingslayer roughly kneaded both traumatized orbs for several long moments, reveling in how his fingers could now grip deep into Zach’s balls with only minimal effort, whereas at the beginning of the evening, even his strongest grip could barely deform those tough outer walls. The Kingslayer realized just how close the Reaper had come to annihilating Zach’s bull balls for good — the handsome muscle stud’s titanic gonads were so weakened and damaged at this point that just a single blow more from that sledgehammer, or at most two or three blows, would have undoubtedly caused these amazing sex glands to finally burst into ruined chunks. 

The Kingslayer suddenly and secretly found himself of two minds. On the one hand, he was thrilled with how much harm had already been inflicted on his opponent’s magnificent cock and oversized nutsac, and he was eager to start the final phase of the handsome champ’s emasculation. On the other hand, however, the Kingslayer wished that the brutal tortures of the handsome stud’s mammoth manhood could go on forever. Slowly wrecking this hunk’s freakishly oversized cock and balls was the most exciting and erotic thing he had ever done, and the Kingslayer didn’t want the fun to end. Big Zach had already lasted far longer than should have been humanly possible, and yet the Kingslayer found that he didn’t want this moment to end. 

Finally accepting that Zach’s fate had been sealed the moment he set foot in this area, however, the Kingslayer heaved an exaggerated sigh of resignation and let Zach’s huge marble bag plop back to the floor with a beefy SMACK. It was nearly time to finish the destruction of Zach’s legendary manhood once and for all.

(9)

After a time, the Kingslayer is shocked to realize that Zach’s mighty genitals have ceased growing. He had received a full report on the effects of the scientists’ serum, and knew that all previous experimental subjects experienced penile and genital growth that only ended with the catastrophic rupturing of their sexual organs. Considering the already naturally goliath size of Zach’s genitals, coupled with their unexpectedly accelerated rate of growth under the serum’s wicked effects, the Kingslayer would have fully expected Zach’s sex organs to have reached critical mass by now and exploded under their own overinflated and overstressed size. But instead, incredibly, IMPOSSIBLY, Zach’s massive man meat had achieved some sort of homeostasis with the serum, bloating to a spectacular size but then ceasing to grow any further. 

An utterly incredulous Kingslayer realized that Zach could actually SURVIVE the effects of the serum, perhaps indefinitely, with a permanent doubling in the mass of his genitals and a thousand-fold increase in his already super human virility! All that Zach needed was a continuous supply of fluids and nutrients, and he would remain a one man, industrial-sized sperm factory! 

The Kingslayer retrieved a cloth measuring tape from a pouch hidden inside his trunks, and set about measuring the final bloat of Zach’s mighty meat, starting with his whopping stallion cock. The masked wrestler planted one end of the tape at the wide, vein-gnarled base of that tremendous truncheon of a dick, and then slowly unfurled the tape along its titanic length. The Kingslayer was gentle, almost reverent, as he pressed the soft fabric against the steely hard flesh bazooka, his eyes growing wider and wider as the numbers went higher and higher. When he reached the cum-drooling tip of that enormous crotch rocket, a low whistle escaped his lips as he read the final result — 24 blood-bloated inches of the thickest, juiciest cock in the world!! The swollen. dark purple head of that monstrous cock tapped against the upper swell of the young man’s colossal chest, just a couple of inches below his powerful chin. The girth of that mighty python was equally as jaw dropping, with the narrowest portions of that huge, torpedo-shaped cock at both the wide base and just behind the swollen head measuring a full 14 inches around, and thickening to just shy of 17 inches at mid shaft. Zach’s bloated cock represented a full 50% increase in overall length, and very nearly a tripling in its overall mass. In some sane corner of his mind, the Kingslayer found it comically ironic that this towering, godlike masterpiece of penile flesh was so unutterably huge that there was no longer a single creature on earth that Zach could successfully fuck with it! 

The increase in size of Zach’s big, bountiful bollocks was even more stunning and impressive, if that was even possible. Those two blue ribbon bull balls had started the evening the size of ostrich eggs, with a combined circumference of a nearly unimaginable 28 inches, very nearly as big as a basketball. Now, EACH of Zach’s dense, cum-bloated balls was almost the size of a basketball, and the circumference of his overloaded nutsac was now a whopping 45 inches!! As big around as a large man’s CHEST!!! Their great weight was just as astounding, for the weight of Zach’s behemoth bollocks had nearly quintupled to an outrageous 50 pounds!!! The Kingslayer doubted that Zach would even be capable of walking with so much oversized nut meat hanging between his humongously muscular legs! 

The serum had turned Zach’s from ‘merely’ super human to a veritable GOD of sex! 

The Kingslayer was somewhat angry and frustrated by this turn of events. Zach Sorenson, already the envy of every man on the planet, was now even MORE monstrously hung and virile than ever! While the masked wrestler was strangely turned on by this unexpected result of the serum’s properties, he was also more determined than ever to end Zach’s reign as both the UFT champion AND the greatest alpha male that had ever lived. 

And he knew just how to do it… 

(10)

The Kingslayer decided that Zach’s time as an intact male was now rapidly coming to an end, and he wanted to conduct an experiment before the handsome champ was reduced to a worthless eunuch. He retrieved the C clamps he had used earlier on the hunky stud’s huge muscles and, with the help of his two compatriots, repurposes the clamps for use on Zach’s bloated and swollen genitals. 

The IVs inserted into both of Zach’s massively muscular biceps have been feeding the huge stud with bucket loads of fluids and nutrients throughout his epic torture and ejaculation session, and his hungry bollocks have been consuming those fluids as fast as they can be pumped into the stud’s body, fuel for the untold GALLONS of spunk that the young man has been shooting all over the arena floor and surrounding apron. In fact, the entire 30-foot by 30-foot wrestling arena was utterly awash with the young man’s thick spunk funk, and all four combatants were drenched head to toe with the stuff, with more massive gouts and blasts of cum rocketing out of Zach’s 24-inch monster cock on a nearly continuous basis. Thick white splooge dripped over all four sides of the arena in thick sheets and dense ropes, dropping heavily and sloppily to the concrete apron, collecting in puddles so huge that they very nearly reached the first row of spectator seats. It seemed absolutely inconceivable that one man could have produced so much spunk in a matter of a few hours, for it looked like every adult male in New Angeles had ejaculated on the stage in the most epic circle jerk in human history! 

The Kingslayer intended on cutting off that supply of fresh splooge for good. 

The wrestler’s first target was the base of Zach’s titanic truncheon of a cock. He opened his first C clamp to its widest setting, fixed it around the base of that massive schlong, and started tightening it down. Zach was in mid orgasm as this work began, and as the clamp started squeezing down on the enormous cum tube that ran along the underbelly of his bloated and distended cock, the stud’s gargantuan ejaculation was tamped down and then halted altogether. A grimace of agony quickly spread across Zach’s unbearably handsome face, as the thick splooge began to back up in his sexual plumbing, unable to achieve release out of the young man’s thundering bull cock. 

Working quickly, the Kingslayer roughly fondled the top of Zach’s scrotum, digging into the young man’s delicate plumbing and isolating the unusually thick sperm ducts that siphoned the creamy products of Zach’s overactive virility and prepared them for ejaculation. Another pair of C clamps were used to crush those two big pipes closed, trapping all of Zach’s burgeoning sperm load inside of his powerhouse balls, while simultaneously allowing the free flow of the blood supply, fluids, and nutrients that kept the young man’s balls alive, productive, and oh-so-incredibly fertile. 

All three sperm-soaked wrestlers then stepped back to admire their handiwork. 

Zach’s moans and groans of pain began to increase in volume and intensity, for the trio of clamps pinching off his urethra and sperm ducts caused an almost immediate and steady increase in congestion inside the young man’s already bloated and burgeoning balls. The steady manufacture of fresh spunk began backing up his vas deferens and his epididymis, causing them to bulge and swell to dangerous levels. But it was his balls themselves the bore the brunt of this new and cruel torture. 

The work of the insidious serum forced Zach’s nuts to churn out nut butter faster than any other man’s nuts in human history, regardless of the consequences or the effects on the stud’s own beleaguered balls. No man’s balls, not even Zach’s titanic testes, were meant to store so much raw sperm inside of them, and the young man’s already fantastically huge and swollen balls began to swell even larger still, struggling to make room for all of the thick and chunky spunk that kept being churned out by those dense, beefy, and overworked tissues. 

As the size of Zach’s balls slowly and inexorably expanded, they regained the oblong spherical shapes that had been considerably flattened after the multiple blows from the Reaper’s sledgehammer, the lad’s huge nuts bloating as every available space inside those orbs became saturated and then flooded with unspent spunk. The stud’s huge nuts then became even more spherical still as their damaged and crumbling outer walls expanded under the extreme internal pressures. The many veins that coursed over the expansive surfaces of both massive balls began to swell and bloat as well, growing thicker and more tortured as the strain on Zach’s nuts grew. Those veins soon resembled the thick purple snakes that twisted up the length of Zach’s colossal cock shaft, so bloated and angry that they looked like they could burst at any moment. 

And speaking of bursting, it soon became evident that Zach’s balls were now at a very real risk of exploding under their own awesome internal pressures, their serum-augmented tissues continuing to pump out ever more thick spunk regardless of the testicle-rupturing danger! 

It wasn’t long before all three opponents started groping and fondling the helpless and hapless hunk, stimulating each and every one of the young man’s erogenous zones in order to further enhance and accelerate the stud’s awesome virility. Rough and calloused hands stroked his raw and distended uber cock, thick fingers pinched and tweaked the nubs of his hard and rubbery nipples, hungry mouths licked, nibbled, and nuzzled at the muscular sides of Zach’s bullish neck, powerful hands massaged and kneaded his aching and battered muscles. All of this erotic attention pushed Zach’s wild virility into hyperdrive, further hastening his impending and inexorable doom. 

The strain on Zach’s steadily swelling bollocks was visibly obvious as they expanded beyond any conceivable capacity…and kept right on swelling larger still. The cruel wrestlers started getting rougher with the defenseless muscle stud, smacking his bloated nuts around, swatting them with open palms and smacking them with half-strength punches. They were careful to not bash Zach’s nuts TOO hard, for in their horribly battered and weakened state and hideously swollen size, they knew it wouldn’t take much to make them explode. The three big wrestlers knew they were already redlining Zach’s bloated and battered genitals past all conceivable limits, but they just couldn’t help from pushing them even farther. 

Zach’s nuts had initially been extraordinarily firm and solid at the beginning of the match, but had gradually grown more and more soft and mushy after hours of trauma and abuse, nearly reduced to jelly by the horrific tortures. Now, however, Zach’s rocks had grown hard and unyielding once more. Only this time, it wasn’t due to the toughness of the fibrous outer walls surrounding his nuts, or the unnatural density and beefiness of the balls themselves. No, it was the staggering amount of unspent stud cum choking and bloating Zach’s ginormous bull nuts that was giving them such a granite-hard firmness. The extreme pressures building up inside of the champ’s Herculean testicles was so great that the other three wrestlers could once again barely dent their outer walls, even with harder and harder punches. 

Finally, it was clear that Zach’s hideously bloated bollocks couldn’t swell any larger, and that their imminent rupture could only be mere minutes away. The Kingslayer once again grabbed his tape measure and wrapped the cloth tape around the vast expanse of Zach’s visibly straining nutsac, gently pressing the fabric against the glassy smooth skin that was stretched more taut than a drum across its burgeoning contents. A low whistle escaped the masked man’s lips as he read the final number — 60.5 inches, over five FEET in circumference, just a few inches shy of the stud’s heroic 68-inch chest circumference!! 

The Kingslayer pressed his lean, muscular body against the even larger physique of the moaning and sobbing Zach, the thick and clotted mixture of sperm and sweat gluing their gorgeous bodies together. He leaned in close to Zach’s devastatingly handsome face, and with one hand gently fondling and caressing the colossal bag of nut meat straining between the champ’s muscular thighs, he spoke to the defeated hero. 

“Damn, Zach, these behemoth bollocks of yours look ready to blow! I can’t even begin to imagine the sort of agony you’re in right now, but I think it’s gonna be even worse when your balls finally explode!” the Kingslayer taunted with a cruel chuckle. 

“You know, you were doomed from the moment you stepped into the arena tonight, Zach. The plan from the start was to not just defeat you, but destroy you, and take away everything that made you a man. A secret chemical formula was placed in your water bottle tonight, a serum that greatly accelerates sperm production while also increasing the size of a man’s genitals, and you pounded that drink down to the dregs. For any other man, that would have been a death sentence for his balls right there, for the drug was SUPPOSED to make your humongous balls burn out and explode. But no, not you — YOU had to prove just how fucking tough you are yet AGAIN by overcoming the serum, too! Sure, your cock and balls have grown so freakishly large that there’s no way you could ever compete in the ring again, and sure, you would be forever reliant on constant nutrient infusions through IVs to avoid dying of dehydration in a matter of hours, but still, you survived. And not just survived — you have transformed into something even more than super human, you’ve become a GOD of manhood!” 

“Hell, if we stopped the tortures now — and I mean right the fuck now — you’d heal from all of your injuries and remain intact! You would regain your phenomenal strength, your massive muscles would regain their rock solid firmness, and all of the bruises and welts would disappear leaving with your prefect, unblemished skin once again. Of course, there would be a FEW changes! Your two-foot-long mega cock would remain perpetually hard as steel, your huge bollocks would remain the size of basketballs, and you would live the rest of your life in a near-continuous state of orgasm. But you would otherwise be intact!” 

“And I cannot allow that to happen.” 

The Kingslayer could feel a quivering rumble start to build in Zach’s swollen-to-bursting nuts, and not wanting the fun to end too soon, he turned to his compatriots and said, “Let’s undo the clamps on his sperm ducts. That should relieve some of the pressure on his bloated nuts, at least for a few minutes.” The two hulkingly muscular fighters complied, each grasping one of the C clamps secured tightly over Zach’s thick sperm ducts, and with a series of short, sharp turns, removed those two clamps from the champ’s groin. 

The titanic thunderhead of cum raced upwards into Zach’s plumbing with the force of a freight train, nearly rupturing the over expanding pipes and tubes. This mammoth wellhead of sperm was halted in its tracks seconds later as it crashed into the remaining C clamp that was still crushing down like a vise on the base of Zach’s goliath, two-foot-long monster cock. Zach bellowed in unimaginable agony as every part of his aching loins felt like it was going to burst, and these bellows grew louder and more urgent still as the Kingslayer and his companions hammered mighty punches and blows into his lower abdomen, particularly the deeply chiseled Adonis belt that framed either side of his swollen and battered crotch, pummeling Zach’s plumbing almost to the point of failure. Even Zach’s walnut-sized prostate gland was quickly bloated to near bursting, swelling to the size of a large lemon in mere seconds. But somehow, Zach’s sexual plumbing survived the seminal onslaught, and the hideous strain on his overinflated balls was decreased by a fraction, at least momentarily. Long enough for the Kingslayer to continue taunting his hated foe. 

“DUDE! That looked like it HURT!!” the Kingslayer said with an evil laugh. “Good! You deserve a bit of pain, after all of the hurt you’ve caused the rest of us. You deserve to be taken down, you overgrown Boy Scout. You, with your ridiculously handsome face and perfect body. You, with your oversized genitals and phenomenal strength. You, with your righteousness and morality and sense of fair play, giving false hope to the people of this city that they can ever be anything more than scum. You disgust me! You NEED to be taken down! And I’M the man who’s gonna do it!” 

“You see, Zach, I’ve hated you for years, and have longed to destroy you. But I never had the chance, and never thought I would. But when our Supreme Leader approached me with the plan to finally take you out, I jumped at the opportunity. And before I destroy your balls and take your manhood, I want you to see who it was who defeated you, who proved that he is even more of a man than YOU are!” 

And with that, the Kingslayer tore off his mask, revealing a face nearly as handsome as Zach’s own unparalleled masculine beauty, framed by blond hair and with piercing blue eyes, locked in a cruel stare with Zach’s own hazel orbs. 

“IAN!!” Zach croaked with his deep, scream-roughened voice.