War Stories - Part 4 (conclusion)

WAR STORIES

Based on an original story by Skipper, later edited by Martin

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A pair of tough and hunky young Marines are captured and brutally tortured by guerrillas…

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PART FOUR

One of the goons handed the Russian a large iron spike, identical to the big rusty pitons already spearing through my stud’s huge hands and feet, while the other handed him an oversized, flat-headed hammer. My eyes grew wide, and I once again began to struggle against my bindings, heedless of how my motions made the long wooden pole stir my insides. I was desperate to save my big, beautiful buddy from even more harm! 

The evilly grinning Russian had the two goons wrap all four of their hands around the elongated neck of Kurt’s heavy scrotum and pull it downward, making his massive, heavily-punctured orbs bulge bright red and shiny at the very bottom of their sac. Even as badly mauled as they were, Kurt’s gigantic gonads looked positively beautiful, huge and massive and covered in veins and manly hair, and almost visibly pulsing with raw male power. The two goons stretched out Kurt’s tortured nuts until they were pressed snug against the tree stump. The Russian then pushed the pointy end of the rusty iron spike into the stretched out neck of the stud’s nutsac, right where the bottom of that elongated neck met the tops of his two rotund bollocks. And then, with one mighty swing of his hammer, he punched that spike clear through Kurt’s scrotum, plunging the business end of the spike at least a good 2 or 3 inches into the face of the stump! 

Kurt’s entire body arched backwards in agony, his glorious muscles bulging and flexing in fantastic relief as he choked back another bellow of pain. With his behemoth bollocks effectively attached to the heavy tree stump, he only succeeded in stretching out his screaming nuts even farther, very nearly finishing the work of tearing them off of his beautiful body, but somehow they endured. Perversely, his rampant and raging hard on gave a powerful lurch, and a huge squirt of milky precum shot out and slapped against my big chest, liberally coating both of my wide meaty pecs in his hot and manly spew. 

“Okay, you fucking bull!” the angry Commie spat out at Kurt. “I will WRECK these massive bollocks of yours if you do not tell me what I want to know! I will take your proud American manhood from you, piece by piece, until you talk! Now ANSWER ME!!!” 

“Go fuck yourself, you Commie bastard!” my handsome he-man grunted in response, defiance flaring in his gorgeous dark blue eyes. 

The Russian snarled as he raised the large mallet up high and brought it down with devastating force, directly onto Kurt’s pinned left bull nut. It was the kind of blow that would have shattered bones and pulverized rocks, and I was terrified that the angry Soviet bear might have obliterated the left half of Kurt’s epic manhood with one terrible strike! Indeed, the stud’s left orb was instantly crushed more than halfway flat by the blow, bulging obscenely around the head of the hammer and ripping a fresh bellow of agony from Kurt’s powerful lungs. But as the Russian raised the heavy mallet off of Kurt’s bludgeoned ball, the mighty gonad immediately reinflated to its regular size and shape, looking hardly the worse for wear! ‘Fuck yeah, Kurt!’ I thought with pride. ‘Show this Russian pig just how tough those huge nuts of yours really are!!’ 

The Russian then brought the hammer down full force into Kurt’s bloated right nut with similar effect, the impact pancaking the stud’s humongous bollock and tearing another agonized cry from his bullish throat. 

And then the big Russian began hammering Kurt’s defenseless testicles again, and again, and again and again and again and again! 

What followed was by far the most brutal ball beating I had ever witnessed in my life. Any one of those blows would have instantly and permanently wrecked my own big, tough nuts, but Kurt’s behemoth bollocks just absorbed blow after blow after devastating blow, rebounding to their healthy egg-like shapes after each strike and all but taunting the Russian to hit them even HARDER. Which, of course, he did! The jungle clearing was soon echoing with the thick and beefy smacking sounds of hammer-on-nuts and the throaty, baritone cries of agony from my howling and writhing bull stud. Kurt’s magnificent muscles bulged and flexed as he thrashed wildly against the cross, helpless to protect his delicate and sensitive nuts as they had the life systematically hammered out of them. 

The rain of destruction fell upon Kurt’s beleaguered balls for minute after minute after long, excruciating minute, dozens of blows becoming hundreds, and STILL his mighty man orbs endured! In time, however, they began to get crushed flatter and flatter with each successive blow, their legendary endurance finally starting to wear out, signaling that even Kurt’s almighty testicles weren’t completely indestructible. They were beginning to swell as well under all of the brutal blunt force trauma, and were taking on a disturbing bluish-purple color as the thick and dense tissues became deeply and profoundly bruised. Yet throughout it all, the Marine bull’s herculean horse cock remained hard as a mother fucking ROCK, drooling precum like other men pee and looking for all the world like the hunky stud might actually cum again!! 

But would Kurt have the chance to blow a second — and likely final — manly bull load before his gigantic nuts were smashed to smithereens?!? 

Some of the cruelest blows were when the Russian struck one of Kurt’s bloated nuts from the side, crushing it against the iron spike that was planted clear through the stud’s stretched out scrotum. These blows caused the huge nut to bend and distort into grotesque and unnatural shapes around the rusty spike, burying the iron bar deep within the thick meat of the bulging orb. Other blows struck from a variety of angles in an effort to make sure that every cubic inch of those mammoth man nuts was pounded and pulverized. Still, the most devastating blows of them all rained down from directly overhead, squashing each of Kurt’s gigantic nuts against the unyielding surface of the wide tree stump. It almost looked as if the Russian was trying to hammer Kurt’s massive nuts into a pair of absolutely enormous dark red hamburger patties. 

Over time, the thick and beefy sounds of the hammer blows became steadily wetter and sloppier. The huge bollocks appeared to collapse flatter and flatter with each blow, and though they continued to rebound after each mighty mallet strike, they began to take longer and longer to plump back up to full size. Eventually, the sounds coming from Kurt’s failing bull balls became positively crunchy, as if the Russian was battering two spheres of gristle or cartilage. The big bull’s almighty stud nuts simply HAD to be suffering some major, permanent damage by this point!! It seemed at any moment that Kurt’s goliath nutsac would simply EXPLODE in a shower of gore and broken ball meat, painting the entire surface of the tree stump with the remains of his once-proud procreative organs!! 

Tears were streaming down my face by the time the brutal Russian stopped his violent beating of Kurt’s mammoth balls, some 15 or 20 minutes later, which must have seemed like an absolute ETERNITY to poor Kurt. Miraculously, however, the stud’s goliath nuts were still ALIVE!! Swollen to nearly twice their normal size, completely black and blue with bruises, no longer the rock solid orbs that they had been just a short time ago, and barely even resembling a pair of oversized human testes, but ALIVE nonetheless!! 

Kurt’s monumentally muscular body slumped against the cross during this welcome reprieve in the beating, and his mammoth chest swelled and deflated more majestically with each mighty breath. His entire, glorious form was slick and dripping with sweat. and his handsome head hung forward, the big bull seemingly barely conscious after the beyond-brutal attack on his thoroughly racked and battered manhood. But as bruised and beaten as my studly Marine lover was, I don’t think he’d ever looked more beautiful and manly and powerful. It didn’t hurt that his rampant monster cock looked thicker and harder than I’d ever seen it in my life, the thick veins running up and down that colossal shaft looking like they were about to BURST right out of his skin, and the fist-sized glans so bloated and distended that it was nearly as purple as his profoundly bludgeoned balls! 

The Russian’s huge, hairy chest was also heaving from exertion as the silver-haired bear struggled to regain his own breath. Like me, he seemed temporarily mesmerized by the magnificent sight of this impossibly beefy and ridiculously handsome bull of a man, and his super human powers of resilience and endurance. The massive bulge snaking down his left pant leg showed that he was as consumed by lust as I was. Kurt’s herculean strength and overwhelming masculine beauty were simply breathtaking. 

But even as I watched, the look of lust and worshipful awe on the Russian’s ruggedly handsome face began to twist into something cruel and hateful, as fury once again consumed his cruel and violent heart. With a sharp and violent motion, he threw aside the heavy mallet and drew his pistol — MY pistol — from its holster. 

And pressed the muzzle tight against Kurt’s swollen and battered right nut! 

My blood ran cold at the sight. The business end of that deadly weapon was pressed snug against the side of my bull’s mammoth right ball, the muzzle sinking a good half inch into the now rather  decidedly puffy and soft tissues. The crazy Russian was poised to massacre half of my man’s glorious manhood!! To blow his ball’s brains out!!! NO!!!!!

“You talk NOW, you vile American dog, or I will put a bullet right through your huge gonad! Half of your unborn babies are about to be blown away forever! This is your last chance to save whatever is left of your manhood! Now TALK!!” 

“Go ahead, you Commie bastard!” Kurt spat back, meeting the Russian’s cold stare with an angry glare of his own. “You’re just gonna kill us anyway. So go ahead and SHOOT me in my huge fucking nuts! I can fucking TAKE it! Besides, even without these massive nuts swingin’ between my legs, I’ll STILL be more of a man than you’ll ever be!” If my handsome hunk felt the slightest bit of fear, it didn’t show in his devastatingly gorgeous face. My own heart was fluttering in my chest, and I wanted to beg Kurt to tell the big bear anything he wanted. Anything to spare his beautiful, magnificent, gargantuan balls from destruction! 

The big, hairy-chested Commie stood there in simmering fury, his shoulders dramatically rising and falling with his rapid breathing. He pressed the gun barrel even harder into Kurt’s badly wounded nut, making the huge stud wince, and then leaned in closer until his face was mere inches from Kurt’s own. As he stared my defiant lover in his deep blue eyes, the Russian said, “I was rather HOPING you’d say that…” 

BLAM!!!

The gun’s cracking retort was deafening within the small glade, but the bull’s recoil was even more thunderous. 

GAAAAAHHH!!!

Kurt threw back his head and uttered the most frightful bellow of animal agony I had ever heard, his entire titanic form flexing bigger than ever as the bullet tore through the thick meat of his huge right ball. It took no more than a fraction of a second for the bullet to leave the Russian’s gun and plunge clear through the heart of Kurt’s big ball, exploding out the other side and ricocheting off of the tree trunk into the dark jungle beyond. 

Any other man’s ball would have instantly disintegrated as the large bullet tore through its delicate interior. But Kurt’s huge right ball was so monstrously big, so freakishly dense and tough, even after all of the beatings and stabbings and abuse, that the bullet passed right through the heart of that mammoth orb and left most of the goliath nut whole and intact. 

Intact, but horrifically wounded. 

Where the bullet exited out the far side of Kurt’s mighty whale nut, blood and pinkish gore sprayed out and splattered across the face of the wide tree stump. I could even see a dozen or so slender tendrils hanging out of the exit wound, broken remnants of some of the untold thousands of tiny, spaghetti-like filaments that composed the meat of the stud’s huge nuts, those vital sperm- and hormone-producing tissues that made up the vast bulk of the unbelievably massive sex organ. I began to dry heave at the sight, seeing the innards of my bull lover’s gigantic bollock blasted across the flat wood surface, and if I had had anything in my stomach at that point, I would have vomited all over myself. 

Kurt’s reaction, through, was altogether different. 

As the huge muscle man threw back his handsome head and screamed in unimaginable agony, his titanic horse cock gave a big lurch, and then another, and then another, and then unleashed a violent torrent of his hot and chunky seed. The mighty bull had been on the razor’s edge of his second orgasm, and the violent impact of the bullet tearing through his right nut put him over the top. 

I was bound to my own cross only a few feet in front of my handsome Marine buddy, so I took the brunt of his mammoth bull load. Slug after slug after colossal slug of thick nut juice collided with solid, wet impacts against my bound form, dousing and drenching me with his volcanic spew. Disturbingly, I could see faint streaks of pink mixed with all of that blindingly white creaminess, visible evidence of the horrific damage that Kurt’s right nut had just sustained. 

But the diabolically cruel Russian bear was clearly not satisfied with his first shot. He placed the smoking muzzle of the pistol over another area of the spasming and convulsing bull nut, and pulled the trigger again!! 

BLAM!!!

Kurt’s barrel chest expanded to even more impossibly huge dimensions as he sucked in another lungful of air and uttered a second thunderous howl of abject agony. More gore splattered across the tree stump as his thick nut guts exploded out of his pierced bollock, even as the mighty orb busily purged its manly juices all over my smooth, muscular body. 

I don’t think I’d ever before seen my buddy cum so hard or so huge, and some distant and calm corner of my mind was proud of my big Marine stud for pounding out one last, final, magnificent load, showing that fucking Russian what a goddamned freaking bull STUD he was right to the very last. 

The rest of me was simply consumed by grief and horror as my big hunky bull kept right on hollering and shaking and dumping more and more of his hot load onto my already sperm-drenched skin. 

The big fuckin’ Commie was going crazy, a huge and evil smile almost like a rictus across his rugged face, his eyes alight with an insane sort of murderous lust. He repositioned the pistol and shot ANOTHER bullet straight through my bull’s dying nut!  

BLAM!!!

Kurt’s mammoth muscles were flexing so huge and so hard that I thought he might rip his enormous limbs right out of their sockets! And his gigantic, quaking, pulsating horse cock was the biggest and toughest and hardest muscle on the stud’s entire fucking body!! So much cum was pumping out of that big beauty that it almost seemed as if Kurt’s huge, bloated, swollen bollocks were actually hollow inside and filled near to bursting with nothing but sperm! And STILL his monstrous orgasm raged onward! 

So mesmerized was I by the sight before me — the steady obliteration of my lover’s titanic right teste even as he pumped out perhaps the greatest cum load of his life — that I didn’t notice at first what was happening behind Kurt. In fact, it wasn’t until I noticed the large bulge steadily working its way down the bull’s muscular abdominal wall that I realized what was happening. Kurt’s outrageously powerful core muscles were flexing and tightening with so much force that they were actually pushing the long pole right out of his guts! It looked like his mammoth ass muscles were shitting out the huge log, pushing out inch after inch of the invading wooden pole! The process was hindered by the fact that the other end of the 6-foot-long post was digging into the firm soil behind my huge muscle bull, plowing a deeper and deeper furrow into the ground. But my mighty bull would not be denied, and with a wet slurping sound, the last few inches of the post were forced out of Kurt’s big butt, and the big log fell to the forest floor with a solid thump. 

At the same time, bellowing like the mighty muscle bull that he was, Kurt was straining every gigantic muscle in his glorious body, pulling at the big iron spikes that impaled his hands and feet to the cross. And incredibly, those spikes started to move! My god, was Kurt actually going to break free of his bindings!?! And would it be in time to save even some shred of his magnificent manhood!?! 

The Russian and his goons seemed to be oblivious to Kurt’s efforts, the two local soldiers simply watching with undisguised cruelty and glee as the crazed Russian continued to butcher my lover’s spasming right ball. 

Three more gunshots rang out in quick succession. 

BLAM!!!

BLAM!!!

BLAM!!!

Even MORE nut guts sprayed out across the gore-splattered stump! Kurt’s gigantic bollock was starting to look deflated at this point, steadily losing its healthy oblong spherical shape as more and more of its thick, dense meat was torn apart and explosively ripped out of its pulsating heart. I was sobbing uncontrollably at this point, wishing desperately that I could look away from the inhuman carnage but unable to even close my eyes. 

The Russian’s crazed smile made his face take on an almost skull-like appearance as he moved the business end of the pistol to Kurt’s as-yet untouched left ball, and prepared to destroy the other half of my big bull’s bulging nutsac! Kurt’s status as the greatest bull stud in the world was about to be obliterated forever! 

HEHRRUUUUUUUUGH!!!!

With a mighty bellow, Kurt’s big right hand suddenly came free, pulling the big iron spike right out of the wood behind it. The huge muscle bull swung his mighty limb in a devastating back hand, and impaled more than 6 inches of bloodied spike into the side of one of the goon’s skulls, killing him instantly. Before the two remaining torturers could do more than stumble a couple of steps backwards in surprise, Kurt reached across and ripped the other spike out of his left hand, freeing his other limb. 

The second goon was reaching for his own sidearm as Kurt launched the freed spike with all of the tremendous power of his enormous right arm, launching the spike like an arrow. The iron spike struck the goon in the center of his neck with such force that it was buried all the way to the root, and a good 3 or 4 inches of gore-dripping spike protruded out the other side! The brutish soldier immediately dropped like a sack of potatoes, dead long before he even hit the ground. 

As Kurt desperately worked to free his impaled feet from the cross, the silver-haired Russian recovered from his initial surprise and started firing at the bound titan. 

BLAM!!!

BLAM!!!

BLAM!!!

Three fresh bullet holes appeared in my lover’s gigantic body, blood spraying from his massive left shoulder, muscular right flank, and humongous left thigh as three more shots found their mark. But my enraged bull seemed to not even notice the gunshot wounds as he freed both of his legs from the cross, and then turned to the final spike impaling his behemoth bollocks to the heavy tree stump. He grasped the huge spike with both hands, and with a mighty roar, tugged the spike free in one mighty pull, allowing his massive balls to once again sling shoot back to his groin. 

Freed from his bindings, Kurt was a terrifying sight indeed. His dark blue eyes were filled with fury and a need for vengeance, and they were fixed with deadly intent on the big Russian bear. The Commie bastard was clearly scared shitless, and the coward raised the pistol one last time, taking aim at Kurt’s handsome head from barely a dozen feet away. I knew this was the end of my valiant Marine lover, and I steeled myself for the clap of thunder that would spell his doom. 

CLICK! 

Holy fuck!! The chamber was empty!! The vile Russian bastard had already fired all of the bullets in the clip, and now found himself defenseless against my massive and VERY angry bull!! Hope and fury suddenly filled my own swelling heart, and I bellowed my own cry of vengeance along with that of my handsome bull as he charged across the small clearing and collided with the quivering Russian, bowling him over like he’d been hit by a freight train. 

The two muscular men fell to the forest floor and started wrestling with one another. But it was no contest. Despite the horrible beating he had already suffered, and the blood oozing from NINE bullet holes in his enormous body, Kurt was far larger, far heavier, and far FAR stronger than the big Russian bear, and he soon had the Commie completely overpowered. 

Kurt lurched to his feet, grabbed the Russian by his thick neck with one huge hand, and hauled him almost effortlessly up into the air with just one mammoth arm. The Commie was frantically clawing at Kurt’s tight grip and kicking the huge bull as hard as he could in his chest and belly, but the massive muscle man ignored every punch and kick. Snarling, Kurt used his free hand to tear open the front of the Russian’s fatigue pants, exposing his still rock hard cock and big, heavy, lemon-sized balls. 

The huge Russian started begging for mercy, babbling in a mixture of both English and Russian as he realized that the furious muscle bull wasn’t going to show him an ounce of pity. And why should he! The Russian was certainly showing him no mercy as he filled Kurt’s right testicle full of lead, and had been about to do the same to his left! Both Kurt and I wanted this man’s blood, and we were gonna get it. 

Kurt spun around and hurled the half-naked Commie belly down onto the stump, holding the frantically squirming man down with his huge right hand. The Russian’s huge genitals were lying there exposed and vulnerable, pressed up against the face of the rough tree stump. The Commie’s huge 12-inch cock pointed straight down, and his two massive balls hung heavily to either side of the thick and veiny shaft. Kurt still carried an iron spike in his left hand, the one that had until recently been speared through his huge, bleeding scrotum. With a snarl of fury, Kurt took that spike and drove it right through the Russian’s dangling right orb, impaling it to the side of the trunk. The Russian uttered a keening scream of agony as his big nut simply exploded, ruptured by the huge spike drive straight through its heart. 

As the Russian continued to writhe and scream, Kurt calmly pulled out the spike that was still riven through his big right hand. He then wordlessly drove it through the Commie’s remaining bollock with with violent thrust, annihilating the Soviet bastard’s last intact testicle, neutering him in an instant. 

Big Kurt wasn’t done yet, though! While the Russian continued to keen in terror and agony, the big muscle bull reached down between the Commie’s big legs, wrapped his big, strong fingers around the root of the vile pig’s massive cock shaft, and with one almighty pull, ripped that fucking organ right off of the bastard’s body!! 

The Russian’s shriek at this point were devastating and pitiful, but there was neither an ounce of pity in either my or Kurt’s hearts. My big Marine bull came around to the front of the continuously screaming Russian, and then plugged his ragged throat with his still rock hard, severed cock, nearly silencing him. The massive phallus was steadily choking the panicking Soviet bastard, and Kurt let him writhe and buck for several long moments more. Then he wrapped his absolutely gargantuan right arm around the Russian’s thick neck, flexed his mammoth muscles a couple of times, and then with one swift and violent jerk, snapped the man’s neck. The Russian bear’s big, muscular body quivered a couple of times, and then finally fell still. 

My panting Marine bull turned toward me at that point, and all of the fury instantly drained out of those soulful, deep-set blue eyes of his, replaced instantly by love and concern. He rushed to my side, and with infinite tenderness, began extracting the huge wooden pole from my ass. When the end of the post finally pulled free, I would have sworn that my guts were about to fall out of my asshole, I had been stretched so wide! But despite the crippling agony in my bowels, it looked like I was going to live after all. 

I was so weak by that point that I could offer Kurt no assistance at all as he untied me from my wooden cross, keeping me from falling with his big strong arms before gently lowering me to the ground. His concern-filled eyes searched mine, as we were both amazed to still be alive. He then lunged forward and gave me one of the deepest, most passionate kisses we had ever shared, and my whole body suddenly relaxed against his monumentally larger form, knowing that I was once again safe in my lover’s arms. 

After an infinite moment of tenderness, Kurt apologized as he snapped to attention and started hurriedly gathering whatever supplies were at hand. He retrieved my pistol from the jungle floor, loaded a new clip, and then pressed it into my weak but capable hands, wordlessly asking me to guard our position while he scoured the clearing. The big, naked bull made short work of the site, stripping the three dead men of any useful possessions, and filling a backpack full of supplies, which he immediately strapped to his back. None of the men were remotely large enough to supply Kurt with clothing or boots, but he scavenged enough for me that I could get dressed later. 

But we had no idea how long we’d have before other guerrillas from the camp would come to investigate, so we knew we had to make out getaway as fast as possible. So with blood still leaking from more than half a dozen bullet wounds in his stark naked body, Kurt reached down and gently lifted my naked and trembling form into his supremely powerful arms, and started to run off into the trackless jungle… 

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Kurt ran tirelessly for hours with a seemingly endless stamina, carrying my in his massive arms while I faded in and out of consciousness. How Kurt managed that — with his right nut riddled with bullet holes, three more bullets lodged inside his gigantic muscles, and sharp bamboo spikes still protruding through his huge and ponderous pecs and his muscular, washboard stomach — I’ll never know. But he did, putting as much distance as he could between us and the enemy guerrilla encampment. 

When he had judged that we’d traveled far enough for a rest, he gently laid me down on a bed of soft leaves and we took stock of our situation. By this point, I had regained some measure of my strength, and I spent the next hour or so tending to Kurt’s many injuries and wounds. Fortunately, there was a large bottle of alcohol in the backpack — vodka, of course — which I used to clean and tend Kurt’s wounds. I started with his pierced hands and feet, wrapping them in strips of cloth torn from an extra t-shirt. While I did that, Kurt pulled the nearly three dozen bamboo spikes out of his chest, nipples, and belly, merely grunting as each barb was yanked free. The wounds bled freely once again, but not very much, and I cleaned those wounds after I finished with his hands and feet. 

I next turned to the three bullet wounds Kurt had taken as he was wrenching himself free of the wooden cross. I cleaned a small blade in more of the vodka and started gently digging into his wounds, starting with his massive left shoulder. Amazingly, the first bullet had penetrated only about an inch into all of that extraordinarily dense, tough muscle and was therefore relatively easy to dig out! Ditto for the one in my stud’s gargantuan left thigh! I explored for the bullet in his right flank next, and was astounded when it, too, proved to be a shallow wound. The bullet was lodged in Kurt’s fantastically tough abdominal muscles, and had done absolutely no internal damage! I had always known that my handsome Marine bull was one tough sonofabitch, but I had no idea that his muscles could actually stop BULLETS!! Fuck, in other circumstances, that knowledge would have given me an instant boner, but I was too worried about my big muscle bull to be horny at that moment. 

Lastly, and very reluctantly, I turned my attention to Kurt’s twin titanic testes. I actually wasn’t too concerned about the stud’s mammoth left nut. I know that may sound surprising, since his huge left goolie had sustained a brutal barrage of attacks that would have destroyed any other man’s balls hundreds of times over, but Kurt was one hell of a freakishly tough bull stud, his balls included. So despite the unbelievably brutal beating it had taken, that massive orb looked like it would heal just fine. In fact, the horrific swelling and bruising that giant nut had sustained had already dramatically reduced in the hours since we’d fled the guerrilla encampment, so the behemoth bollock was already on its way to recovery. As long as the many puncture wounds through that huge ball from all of those bamboo spikes didn’t result in an infection, I was confident that Kurt’s goliath left gonad would pull through pretty much unscathed. 

I could therefore at least take solace in the fact that, even if he was left with just one big, bloated bollock at the end of the day, he’d still be more of a man than any other ten men combined. 

It was Kurt’s RIGHT nut that caused me so much worry. Just as brutally beaten and skewered as its twin, the stud’s huge right bollock had also suffered SIX devastating gunshot wounds at point blank range! Surely NOTHING could survive that! The delicate and densely compact interior plumbing of that colossal bull ball had been torn apart by half a dozen big bullets plowing through its beefy interior. A considerable mass of meaty nut guts had been blown out of the various exit wounds, and though the vast bulk of Kurt’s behemoth, coconut-sized ball remained, its internal structure must have been literally ripped to shreds. Even as I very gently examined the profoundly wounded organ with my fingertips, I could see more of those slender, spaghetti-like tubules hanging limply out of many of the bullet holes, occasionally dripping more gloopy drops of raw sperm. I once again choked back a sob at the devastation that had been wrought on Kurt’s magnificent right ball, and it took all of my courage and will to continue my ministrations on my bull lover’s wrecked bollock. 

Kurt simply closed his eyes and clenched his extraordinarily powerful jaw as my fingers explored the mushy, bullet-riddled nut, grunting through the pain as I at least confirmed that no bullets remained lodged inside the huge orb. All of the gunshot wounds had been through-and-through, which was a small blessing. My stoic bull growled in agony but otherwise remained stock till as I tenderly tucked any tendrils of dangling beef back into the wrecked and ruined organ. I then had Kurt bite down on a strip of leather as I liberally bathed the behemoth testicle in the last of the vodka, doing my best to disinfect the huge nut. Kurt bellowed in agony as the alcohol created a burning inferno inside his wounded ball, vodka trickling into all of the various punctures and bullet holes, and he gripped the trunks of trees to either side of him so hard that I could hear the wood creak and crack, but he endured this final indignity to his right ball just as he had endured all that had come before — with an incredible amount of strength and resilience. 

Afterwards, I gently wrapped the big dangling ball in more strips of cloth, binding the many wounds as best I could and creating a sling to better support the great weight of the huge orb as we waited to see how it would recover. Honestly, I held very little hope that Kurt’s mighty right ball could survive the horrific abuse it had sustained, and even if he didn’t lose the bollock to necrosis or gangrene, I was certain it would never function as the extraordinarily potent and hyper virile testicle it had once been ever again. Still, all I could do was hope. 

We slept that night high up in the branches of a large tree, cradled in each other’s arms and exhausted from the trials and tribulations from that day. But we were alive and we still had each other, and that was all that really mattered. 

The next day, I was able to march on my own, so we broke our camp and headed north once again. I was fully clothed in gear taken from our dead captors, but Kurt remained buck naked with only cloth strips covering his various wounds. His various injuries never slowed that huge muscle bull one bit, though. I knew he must have been in a great deal of pain, but he never complained or said a single word about it. My eyes were continuously drawn to his magnificent form again and again throughout our perilous journey through the jungle, and despite the gravity of our situation, I couldn’t help but throw a raging boner again and again. Kurt was just so overwhelmingly beautiful! 

We trekked through the jungle together for the next four days, only rarely stopping for rest. My strength returned over the course of these few days as my body healed from its ordeal, and my single puncture wound — the one through the middle of my cock shaft — was thankfully healing nicely. Kurt’s wounds also seemed to be doing well, and I thanked the powers that be that he was showing no signs of infection, but I knew that he needed expert medical attention, and I was very eager to get him to the medics back at Headquarters. 

We had to hide from guerrilla patrols at least half a dozen times. Though we were both armed with guns and knives, we had limited ammunition and only the two of us, so we wisely chose to avoid attention and confrontations. Our luck held, and at the end of our fifth day since our initial capture, we made it to our Command HQ. 

Kurt and I must have been quite the sight as we appeared out of the jungle and into camp. I was dirty and haggard, exhausted and spent, dressed in enemy fatigues and probably looking half dead. Kurt, on the other hand, must have looked like some sort of primeval beast from the dark heart of the forest. The gargantuan bull stud was naked and dirty, bruised and scratched, beaten and shot… and was the most magnificent form of pure male power and virility any of the other Marines had ever seen! Kurt was a vision of strength and masculine beauty, and though I knew that he must have been exhausted as well, he looked like he could have kept on marching for weeks. 

Both of us were quickly ushered to the infirmary, where we both finally received the expert medical attention that we required. We were also finally able to be debriefed, and we informed our superiors about the location of the large guerrilla encampment and the involvement of the Russians in the guerrillas’ activities. With our valuable intel handed handed over to the top brass, we could then focus on the task of healing. 

I was kept in the infirmary for a full week. I was suffering from dehydration and malnutrition, but I bounced back quickly and made a full recovery. My only lasting moment was a faint puncture wound scar on the top and bottom of my cock shaft where the bamboo spike had been shoved through it, but my cock otherwise worked just fine and my guts were unharmed as well. 

Kurt spent almost a full month in the infirmary due to his far more serious wounds. The incredibly tough stud was determined by the doctors to actually be in better health than I was, despite his many grievous injuries! My handsome muscle man was deemed to be fit as a damned ox!! The injuries to his hands, feet, chest, belly, shoulder, thigh, and cock were already well on their way to healing by the time we made camp, and there were miraculously no signs of infection or complications with any of those wounds. The bamboo spike wounds all healed without the faintest trace of a scar, and even the bullet wounds and the large punctures through his hands and feet barely left a trace once they were fully healed. Not surprisingly, however, the doctors were very concerned about the damage wrought on Kurt’s mammoth testicles, particularly his right one, and wanted to keep him under close observation. 

In an amazingly short time, though, Kurt’s gargantuan left nut made a full recovery, allowing me a private sigh of relief that my gorgeous lover was still going to remain an intact and fully potent male. And as the days went by, even his mangled right nut showed steady signs of improvement! The doctors had initially wanted to amputate the horribly damaged organ for the first week or more, citing concerns about the Marine bull’s health and the very poor likelihood that the mangled orb would survive, but Kurt steadfastly refused. As time went by, however, the doctors were astounded by the bull’s remarkable recovery, and after the first two weeks, they determined that Kurt’s right bollock was indeed going to survive! Its health continued to improve each day, and the only unknown was whether or not it would still function as a reproductive organ. That final test would have to wait for almost a full month… 

By the time Kurt was discharged from the infirmary a month later, I had never seen him look so healthy and fit. Even his horrifically abused nuts had returned their normal size and shape, just as huge and hard and dense and beautiful as ever. The only visible legacy of the hell they’d been through were the faint scars of the dozen bullet holes in his huge right nut — otherwise, they were absolutely perfect once more! But we were both very eager and anxious to see if Kurt could still ‘perform’ as a male. 

We were given access to an entire barracks building, just the two of us, and given full privacy so that we could conduct our own ‘medical assessment’ of Kurt’s masculine plumbing. My big, handsome bull had rarely gone a day in his adult life without pulling out at least one load, and never gone a full week without jerking off, so to say that his mammoth testicles were congested after an entire MONTH without an orgasm was a gross understatement. Kurt’s behemoth bollocks were positively BLOATED with unspent cum, looking bigger and thicker and fuller and harder than I’d ever seen them. He told me that he was suffering the worst case of ‘blue balls’ imaginable, and judging by the swollen appearance of his mango-sized bull balls, I could believe him! 

Alone for the first time since our harrowing escape from the guerrilla encampment, we set upon each other with a passion greater than we’d ever experienced before, and we were both rock hard in seconds. We hungrily explored each other’s bodies as if we’d never touched before, as if neither of us could believe that we were actually in each other’s arms once more. 

Privately, I was just praying that Kurt would retain at least some fraction of his former legendary virility. I figured that even if his potency was cut in half and only his left bull nut still functioned, he’d still be many orders of magnitude more virile than any other man on the planet. But in the end, I was totally unprepared for the reality. 

When Kurt finally did blow his load some short time later, uttering a primal bellow of ecstasy, release, and love, I was dumbstruck by the sheer epic size, power, and majesty of his herculean cum load. Kurt came like a goddamned fire hose, lashing both of our bodies and half of that big barracks with rope after rope after gargantuan rope of the thickest, whitest, chunkiest bull cum I had ever seen! Even accustomed as I had become to the staggeringly super human size of Kurt’s typical cum loads, nothing could have prepared me for the monumentally MASSIVE purging of stud cum that exploded from my handsome bull’s mighty loins. I swear, Kurt must have shot a fucking GALLON of his supremely potent male juices in that first load alone, drenching both of our big, muscular bodies in his hot male spew. 

There could be no doubt — not only had both of Kurt’s gigantic bollocks made a full recovery, they were more virile than ever before!!! 

During those first 24 hours together, I must have made Kurt cum more than a score of times! It took most of the night for me to relieve the truly insane congestion in my stud’s humongous balls, but eventually I helped purge his loins until his cum loads were back to their ‘merely’ titanic size. Proving my own prime alpha male status, I was able to very nearly keep up with Kurt load-for-load, though by the end of the night, my merely mortal balls were only capable of pumping out a few paltry squirts of very watery jizz. It had to have been the most epic marathon lovemaking session in the history of mankind, and by the end of the night, almost that entire barracks — the beds, the floor, the walls, and even portions of the ceiling — had been doused in prime Marine bull cum. 

The doctors were astounded by Kurt’s miraculous recovery, and though they couldn’t explain how he’d done it, they gave both of us full medical clearance to return to active duty. Due to the severity of what we had both been through, the top brass offered us the option of honorable discharges with full benefits and deep gratitude for our service, but both of us immediately declined. We both asked to return to our previous assignment as scouts behind enemy lines, and our astonished but deeply impressed superiors readily agreed. 

Thus is was that Kurt and I returned to active duty, prowling behind enemy lines together, seeking out guerrilla encampments, gathering invaluable intel, and sucking and fucking each other each and every night. Our exploits became legendary in the annals of Marine lore. 

But then one day, some six or seven months after our return to active duty, we were once again captured by enemy soldiers. The tortures we both suffered at their cruel hands were even more brutal and harrowing than before… but that is a tale for another day!