Dethroning the King - Chapter 14 (DRAFT) - A Traitor Revealed

Dethroning the King

An original story by Jayse and D.

Chapter 14 - A Traitor Revealed

***** This is it! The final chapter for Zach’s Herculean nuts and magnificent bull cock! *****

A collective gasp went up from the packed auditorium as the identity of the traitor was revealed. 

“Yes,” Ian taunted, “I was the mole in your own organization! I’ve shadowed your moments for years, reporting on you to our Supreme Leader! I was the one who spiked your water bottle and poisoned you with the serum! And I’M going to be the one to unseat you from your throne! I’m not only going to take your manhood and your championship title — I’m going to take over your gym and the whole fucking neighborhood! Everything Gustav Billings promised you will be MINE!!” 

“You had no way of knowing, but I’ve actually been Gustav’s loyal lackey for more than a decade now. Yeah, you ever wonder what ever happened to that ‘poor little orphan boy’ who your daddy gave his life for all those years ago? Well, that was me! Yeah, ME!! I was hired to stand in front of that truck on that fateful day, tricking your father into rescuing me. The ironic thing is, I really WOULD have died had Nathan not leapt into danger and saved my life!” 

“Fuck, you’re just like your father in so many ways. Yeah, yeah, you’re both drop dead handsome and hung like stallions and built like brick shithouses. But I mean more than that. You’re both got this ridiculous sense of right and wrong, this outdated sense of honor and morality, this constant urge to want to help your fellow man. Wake up, stud!! Can’t you see that it’s now every man for himself?! Hell, if you just played dirty like the rest of us, and not started stirring up the masses with your ‘honor’ and your ‘loyalty’ and your ‘compassion’, you wouldn’t be suffering like this right now! Your father deserved to suffer, too, but he got off way too easy, being instantly crushed to death by that runaway lorry. But YOU get to suffer mightily for your sins, Zach! And I’m so happy that I get to be the one to make you suffer.” 

Ian had continued to gently stroke and fondle Zach’s titanically swollen nuts as he spoke to the fallen champ, and the young wrestler once again began to feel a low rumbling in the depths of Zach’s huge nuts, a sure sign that they were once again nearing critical mass. The momentary reprieve of removing the two clamps from Zach’s clogged sperm ducts was at an end, and it was clear that the young muscle man’s mammoth gonads were getting ready to catastrophically explode. 

Turning to the Annihilator and the Reaper, Ian smiled and said, “It’s time.” The Reaper retrieved his discarded sledgehammer, and the trio of wrestlers stood in front of the supine hero, standing in the wide V between the handsome stud’s massively muscular legs with the Reaper in the middle and the two other wrestlers to either side. All three men gazed down upon the defeated champ with a mixture of hatred and contempt. 

“Get ready, Zach!” Ian said, addressing the handsome muscle man who had treated the blond wrestler as a little brother and best friend. “It’s time to say goodbye to these massive whale nuts of yours!” 

Ian and the Annihilator added their hands to the handle grasped in the Reaper’s massive fists, and as a unit, the three wrestlers raised the mallet up in the air, letting the enormous business end of the sledgehammer rest just a few inches above Zach’s terminally swollen testicles. They raised the hammer in unison, bringing it up by just a few feet and then letting it drop downward to gently tap Zach’s bloated nuts at the bottom of the swing, counting down as they did so. 

“FIVE!!” Tap

“FOUR!!” Tap

Zach began to struggle pitifully on the mat, his mighty strength still sapped from the wicked effects of the serum, but desperately trying to avoid the fate that was about to befall his beleaguered bull balls. 

“THREE!!” Tap

Zach was begging for mercy, sobbing in terror as he watched the three assailants raise the massive sledgehammer high in the air, three sets of phenomenally strong and thickly muscled arms adding their combined might in the hammer blow to come. 

“TWO!!” Tap

Zach’s behemoth bollocks began visibly quivering and quaking, their legendary resilience reaching its very end. The colossal storehouse of spunk in his straining and weakening nuts had become even more than the stud’s Herculean nuts could contain, and the seminal pressures inside of those two gargantuan gonads had reached such a critical level that the testicles themselves were just a moment away from rupturing under their own internal stresses. 

“ONE!!!”

WHOOSH!!!

WHAM!!!

KA-BLOOSH!!!!

The effects of the hammer blow were immediate and devastating. 

The three men had timed their blow perfectly, for the impact of the huge hammer head coincided with the final failure of Zach’s overstressed ball walls, resulting in a testicular explosion that was more massive and catastrophic than either result would have been on its own. 

As Zach uttered his most deafening bellow of the entire evening, a shriek of soul-rending agony, the entire contents of Zach’s colossal nutsac exploded across the stage in all directions, chunks of pinkish-gray testicular matter splattering all the way to the ropes and beyond as literally GALLONS of raw, unspent sperm splashed in an expanding, violent wave across the ring, adding a thick new layer of fresh nut sludge to the floor. 

At the same moment, the force of the blow caused the C clamp at the base of Zach’s pinched-off cock to shatter with a loud SNAP, finally releasing the throttling stranglehold on the lad’s thick cum tube. The volcanic eruption that then burst out of Zach’s colossal cock was unmatched by anything that had come before in sheer power, fury, and volume as the stud’s heaving and pulsating cock vomited forth the shattered contents of his pulverized nuts. The first titanic blast was pure cum, an almighty blast of fecundity that whitewashed an already cum-soaked stage. Each subsequent blast grew thicker and chunkier, however, as Zach’s violently throbbing cock purged his very nut guts out across the stage in the most obscene and macabre orgasm anyone had ever seen. 

The sight was unforgettably erotic and brutal as two, three, four, five more monumental blasts of liquified nuts shot out of Zach’s thundering, spasming cock, the thick pink-gray gloop coating the young man’s heaving, muscular body and much of the floor with the once-proud remains of his raw, procreative power. After that, the size and power of Zach’s cannon blasts quickly tapered off until his throbbing cock was left drooling a thick oatmeal consistency of mixed splooge and nut mush. 

Poor Zach was too phenomenally strong and powerful to pass out into merciful unconsciousness, even at the unspeakably brutal annihilation of his mighty testicles, and the emasculated champ could do nothing but sob and flop around weakly on the floor as his legendary manhood was stolen from him. 

The three assailants lift the mallet off of the mess on the floor, long strings and tendrils of ball matter clinging to the gory surface of the hammer head, as they gleefully inspect the destruction they had just caused. Ian could see that chunks of ball flesh had ‘survived’ being pulverized outright by the hammer, simply from the benefit of having been on the outer edge of the behemoth ballsac and therefore outside the edge of the massive hammer head. Though there was no way that these still temporarily vital and alive chunks of man meat could ever have been salvaged and stitched together into something approaching a hale and virile testicle, the three men nonetheless dropped to their knees around the ruptured nutsac and searched for these unsheltered pieces of Zach’s balls. Each thug then took turns gripping one of these segments of unbroken nut meat and crushing them in their bare hands, trying to squeeze out every last drop of virility from the young muscle man. 

Ian’s right hand encircled a lemon-sized chunk of ball meat, the last semi-solid lump of testicular tissue remaining in Zach’s shredded and splattered scrotum. This chunk was still connected to Zach’s groin, so the young man could feel every agonizing moment as Ian slowly clawed and squeezed the lump of raw flesh. The fallen champ groaned and cried as he felt Ian slowly maul and mangle the last chunk of his once fabled virility. He was too weak to fight back, and his left hand could only paw uselessly at Ian’s strong, mounded bicep, trying to stop the destruction of his manhood as Ian steadily increased his pressure on the last, lone nut chunk. 

Zach’s beautiful hazel eyes met Ian’s cold, blue stare as many long seconds ticked by. Zach wordlessly pleaded with his former best friend, while the younger stud just sneered in response and flexed his muscles for the former king of the ring. The former champ knew that this was the end for him, that the legend of Zachary “The King” Sorenson was about to come to an end at the hands of Ian “The Kingslayer”. 

Zach’s eyes started to glaze over, and his beautiful lips parted in a soft moan as he tilted his head back. His massively muscular body began flexing uncontrollably, and he began to gently rock his slender hips, all the telltale signs of an impending orgasm! Incredibly, impossibly, Zach was about to hit orgasm yet again, powered only by the sole remaining chunk of his manhood that hadn’t yet been pulverized to gloop by his three assailants!! 

Ian’s eyes flew wide as he felt the nut lump convulse and contract in his hand, and he saw a gout of fresh hunk spunk pump out of Zach’s throbbing dick, the last testament of the champ’s awesome virility. The lush pulses of cum were nowhere near as gargantuan and majestic as they had been when Zach still possessed two whole and intact nuts, yet it was an extremely impressive purging of prime stud spunk nonetheless. Two, three, four more large pulses of sperm shot out of Zach’s cock, but then on the fifth blast, Ian suddenly closed his right fist with all of his might. 

SQUUUIIIISSSSHHHH!!!

Zach’s last remaining nut chunk exploded with almost no resistance, squirting through Ian’s clutching fingers and splattering all over the cum- and gore-flooded floor. Zach bellowed in agony as he felt his last ball lump burst, and one final, chunky spurt of sperm and nut guts splashed onto his own handsome face, the very last vestige of his epic manhood dripping out of his magnificent bull cock. 

Zach Sorenson’s mighty nuts, the biggest, strongest, toughest testicles ever to grace a man, the sole source of a possible cure for the Fertility Plague, had been finally and utterly annihilated. 

Zach could only moan and sob as Ian bent over his quivering, muscular form, taunting the fallen hero as his wiped his gore-covered hand across Zach’s vast, massive, cum-drenched pecs. Ian could see that a dozen or so slender filaments and fleshy tethers were dangling out the gaping cum hole at the tip of Zach’s still rock hard cock, the pulped remains of the former stud’s titanic testes. Ian wrapped two fingers around these slender cords and, with a sharp yank, tore them out of Zach’s colossal cock and smeared them over the muscle man’s boulder-sized shoulder. 

Ian then pulls out a short, sharp carving knife, and one again kneels between Zach’s titanically muscular legs, the blond wrestler’s knee pads sloshing around in the inch-thick lake of splooge and ground up nut meat. The young man wraps his left hand around the neck of Zach’s empty, shredded sac and pulls downward, stretching the empty bag out to a tremendous length. Despite the fact that his nuts had already been completely destroyed and ruined, Zach once again began to beg for Ian to stop, but the cruel wrestler just placed the edge of his knife against the base of that stretched out nutsac and, with one powerful upward stroke, sliced the vacant bag right off at the groin, symbolically removing the final traces of Zach’s ability to father children and the source of his extraordinary masculinity.

Unfortunately for Zach, his assailants aren’t done with him yet. 

Supreme Leader Gustav Billings had instructed the three wrestlers that he wanted to collect a trophy from today’s match, and the three men know far better than to refuse a directive from Billings himself. 

From beneath the stage, Ian retrieves a three-foot-long segment of steel pipe, and a coiled wire. The wire quickly proves to be a garrote, a length of hardened steel cable with a large handle at either end. The pipe is over two inches thick of solid steel. Smiling cruelly, Ian stands before Zach holding the steel pipe, while the Annihilator wraps the cable around the midsection of the pipe and hands one of the handles to the Reaper. 

Then, at a signal from Ian, the two mighty muscle giants begin a sawing motion back and forth. The harsh sound of metal grinding on metal rang throughout the hushed auditorium as Zach’s terrified eyes watched the steel cable disappear into the thick pipe. Despite the great, solid thickness of that pipe, it takes the two obscenely muscular giants less than 30 seconds to saw the pipe in half, the top half landing with a splash in the lake of cum at Ian’s feet. 

An evilly grinning Ian took several short lengths of stiff steel cable and began securing them around the base of Zach’s colossal cock, encircling the root of that great, fleshy torpedo right where it joined the young man’s lean and muscular groin. After encircling the first segment around Zach’s 5-inch-thick cock root, Ian twisted the ends of the wire together and began crimping the wire closed, tightening the circle around the base of the muscle man’s huge cock. He tightened the first segment of cable as tight as he could, and then moved on to a second, and a third, and a fourth, each time cinching the loop down further and further and strangling the base of Zach’s cock. 

The extreme throttling action crushed down the base of Zach’s cock shaft to barely half of its original girth, trapping all of the blood inside of his already fantastically bloated and distended horse cock, and making it balloon even BIGGER, if that was even possible! The constriction also caused the mighty battering ram of a cock to darken as its customary blood supply was virtually cut off. 

Then what was perhaps the cruelest of the night’s tortures began. 

Ian formed a loop with the steel garrote and worked that loop down the tremendous two-foot-plus length of Zach’s monster cock until it was flush with the tightly bound root of his cock. He gently pulled the looped garrote closed until it was snug with the crushed base of Zach’s cock, nestled in the tiny gap between the bottom of the cinched root and the young man’s groin. Then he stood up, handed the two handles to the Reaper and the Annihilator — who stood to either side of the helpless young muscle man — and bent down to grip the shaft of Zach’s mighty schlong with both hands, right beneath the swollen, bulbous, dark purple cock head. 

Zach began blubbering incoherently once again, begging the three men to stop hurting him, but his pleas fell once again on deaf ears. 

At a shouted signal from Ian, the blond wrestler pulled upward with all of his might, trying to rip Zach’s cock out by the crimped root, while the Reaper and the Annihilator started sawing through the base of Zach’s cock stump with the steel garrote. 

Zach’s screams of terror and agony were harrowing and gut wrenching, but they didn’t stop the three brutes in their assault on his mighty bull cock. 

Even with the multiple steel bands crushing down the very base of his cock to a fraction of its normal size, it still takes quite a few hard passes with the sawing garrote before Zach’s monster cock finally rips free. In fact, as a true testament to the unbridled and unequaled power and strength of Zach’s mighty meat pole, it takes the two muscle giants more than a minute to saw through that huge log of beef, twice as long as it took to saw through the steel pipe! 

But in the end, even Zach’s mighty cock is no match for the steel garrote, and Ian stumbles backwards with the gigantic severed penis clutched in his hands. With a great cry of victory, the jubilant Ian thrusts the massive cock skyward in one big hand, almost like he’s carrying some huge sword aloft. The gigantic slab of meat looks even bigger than before now that it’s been severed from its host, for Zach’s Herculean musculature made the great beast of a cock look almost proportional when still attached to his mammoth form. 

A surprisingly large portion of the crowd erupts into thunderous cheers, the more blood thirsty and brutal among them enjoying seeing the heroic figure of Zach “The King” Sorenson brought so low. But many others are stifling tears or the urge to vomit, unable to believe that this handsome young man, this noble figure that had ignited hope in so many hearts, had been defeated and completely unmanned before their very eyes. 

A wide-eyed Zach also gazed upward at a grinning and victorious Ian, with his still pulsing and quivering penis held aloft like some sort of grotesque trophy, for many long moments. Then the combination of exhaustion, agony, and blood loss proved to be too much for even Zach’s extraordinary constitution, and the young muscle man finally slipped into merciful unconsciousness…