Marine Corp Meat - Part 2

Marine Corp Meat, Part 2

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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As Corporal Matt Schmidt was marched into the hot interior of the Russian cargo plane, he saw that both sides of the plane were lined with large steel cages, perhaps two dozen in all. Each cage was occupied by a naked and muscular young man, all of them wearing American-issue dog tags. The caged and naked men all had traditional military haircuts, and some even had the Marine Corp globe, anchor, and eagle tattooed on their muscular shoulder or bulging bicep. All of the caged servicemen were young, hung, and exceptionally well built, ranging in age from late teens to perhaps mid twenties. None of the young men were as massive as the 6’5”, 380+ pound muscle beast with the fourteen-inch bull cock and grapefruit-sized stud balls, of course, but a few of them came surprisingly close. 

The oppressive heat caused all of the men to be drenched in sweat, and the musky odor of unwashed males permeated the large room. 

The well abused and thickly muscled Marine was marched into the center of the cargo hold, where a thick steel cable was hanging from the ceiling. A large hook was located on the end of the cable, and the Russian soldiers placed the hook through the chains binding Matt’s hands behind his back, and then began to sadistically hoist the young muscle giant upward. With his arms still bound behind his back, Lance Corporal Matt Schmidt’s massive iron-pumped body was strung up in the air strappado style until his big naked feet cleared the floor by a good five or six inches. His enormous pectoral, shoulder, and arm muscles stretched and strained as they endured the excruciatingly painful medieval torture suspension, wrenching fresh agonies from his already battered and poorly-used muscles. 

The powerful Marine clenched his chiseled jaw as a deep rumble emanated from the depths of his enormous chest, but he refused to cry out in pain. For the average man, this sort of suspension could quickly result in the dislocation of both shoulders… and most men didn’t weigh anywhere CLOSE to 380+ pounds of dense and rock solid muscle, nor did they have close to ANOTHER 50 pounds hanging from their aching, stretched-out nuts!! Fortunately for Matt, he was as fearsomely strong as he was immensely muscular, so he endured the agonizing stretch to his upper torso as stoically as he had all of his many previous torments. 

Despite the agony in his shoulders and upper body, young Matt’s defiant bull cock was still as raging hard as ever, the thick veins coursing up and down its colossal length looking like they could burst through his skin at any moment. The gaping slit in the swollen, reddish-purple head of his massive, fourteen-inch hardon was dripping with even more of his thick and milky precum, even though he had just finished a marathon masturbation and ejaculation session not fifteen minutes earlier! The dude was simply a colossal rutting BEAST of sex!! 

The laughing Russian soldiers playfully swatted at Matt’s straining and throbbing horse cock, each slap causing a sharp sting to the tender and raw tissues of his gargantuan dong, but not causing its rigidity to flag in the slightest. On the contrary, such rough abuse to his mammoth cock was turning the huge and hung Marine on something fierce, and he could feel the beginnings of yet another mighty orgasm starting to boil inside his massive balls. 

One of the soldiers grabbed hold of the chain hanging down from Matt’s behemoth balls, and then gave it a sharp tug, yanking the young bull’s straining nuts down even farther than ever! Matt barked in surprise and pain as his mighty stones were stretched impossibly far from his body, exceeding five inches from his thickly-muscled crotch! The soldier pulled even harder STILL, making the humongous testicles bulge even LARGER at the very bottom of their sac, quickly turning an even darker purple as a convoluted tracery of veins erupted all over their surface! The maliciously laughing Russian soldier was testing the very limits of the thick fleshy tethers connecting the Marine’s hulking bull balls to his immensely muscular body, and he was in very real danger of ripping those fantastic bollocks right off of his body!! 

At the same time, another soldier grabbed the thin chain linking the two alligator clips together and gave them a sharp tug, pulling the tightly clamped nipples more than an inch out from the young man’s herculean chest and causing the sharp teeth of the clips to bite even deeper! 

That was all the young Lance Corporal could take. With both his balls and his nipples stretched to the breaking point, the oversexed muscle giant hit orgasm yet again. His quivering and pulsating horse cock began to shoot an outrageously voluminous load of rich, creamy man milk all over the cargo hold floor, thick lines of his pearlescent goo criss-crossing the steel floor for more than a dozen feet in front of him. It was an absolutely enormous load, even by the hunky Marine’s stratospheric standards, and made all the more impressive considering that his mighty bollocks had been so recently plundered multiple, multiple times of their precious seed such a short time before! 

When Matt finally finished shooting this latest mega load more than half a minute later, the six soldiers took one last opportunity to use and abuse their handsome captive, groping his magnificent body, stroking his gigantic bull cock, and caressing and squeezing his impossibly massive balls as hard as they could. As the sexually exhausted Lance Corporal hung in his tortured suspended position and endured rough manhandling by the Russian soldiers, the other muscular naked Marines in the surrounding steel cages shouted out words of encourage­ment to their fellow bodybuilder stud while cursing obscene comments at the sadistic torturers. The Russians’ added abuse lasted for another five or six long minutes, nearly bringing Matt to yet ANOTHER knee-buckling orgasm, but finally the soldiers said their taunting goodbyes and left the cargo hold. 

A snarling and growling Matt was not sorry to see the vicious punks go. 

A new Russian soldier then stepped forward, this one a grizzled and very muscular man in his early 40s. Corporal Schmidt could see the this soldier was carrying a large, blunt, cylindrical object in his hands, and it took the young man’s eyes a couple of moments to figure out what it is. Matt’s bright blue eyes grew wide as he realized that the powerful soldier was carrying a steel, heavily-studded dildo, easily twelve inches long and nearly as thick as Matt’s own massive member. Fear and excitement warred within the handsome hunk’s colossal chest as, without any warning, the grizzled soldier plunged the dildo to the hilt into the Marine’s big, muscular, and well-used asshole. The tortured Marine uttered a deafening bellow as the ass-ripping device plundered deep into his heaving guts, creating a new agony in his already brutally tortured ass. 

The plane’s cargo door slowly lifted shut, and the engines started to rev up and roar. Within minutes, the huge cargo plane was airborne and bound for an unknown destination…

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As with all of the action that had taken place in the basement with the first six Russian soldiers, everything occurring on the cargo plane was being filmed from multiple angles. This time, however, the video was being live streamed to dozens of private and very secure addresses all over Russia. Many very rich and very discerning members of the Russian elite were even now watching the action taking place inside of that plane, and deciding whether or not they would like to bid for these most magnificent male specimens.  

Known only to a select few at the highest echelons of power, there was a secret and very lucrative market in Russia for hugely muscular male slaves, the bigger the better. These men were seen as prizes and great trophies, for being able to dominate such paragons of manhood helped elevate their own status in the oligarchy. Beautiful and well-built men were culled from all over the world, but the most desired slaves were those from America, partly because of the long-standing rivalry between the two nations, but also because American men were also often viewed as the most handsome, most manly, and therefore the most intrinsically desirable, so such men often drew top prices from the rich elite. 

Interestingly, despite a culture that looked down upon and severely punished homosexuality, gay slaves were the most highly prized slaves of all. Gay men were viewed as being more oversexed and virile than straight men, making them the manliest of all men in the eyes of the elite. Their seminal emissions were therefore often used for supposed restorative properties among the Russian oligarchs. The sperm of muscular gay men was eagerly sought after as an aphrodisiac for both men and women, and was believed the boost the virility and staying power of men. The most extreme even sometimes consumed the meat of such men, particularly their testicles, which were seen as the source of their manhood and power. The nuts of especially handsome, hung, and muscular gay men were often prized even more than grizzly bear claws or rhinoceros horns! 

For Matt and the other young captives aboard the cargo plane, the live video stream was in a very real way deciding their fate, for they were even now being selected and bid upon by the wealthy elite all over the country. Many would be sold to private and secluded estates, where they would become sex slaves, whipping boys, hard laborers, or all of the above. Some would even become bull studs, their seed used to impregnate anyone from the lowly slave women of breeding stables to the wives of the oligarchs themselves, fathering a future generation of handsome and muscular sons. Young men sent to these households might survive a decade or more under such conditions, and a lucky few might even earn kind treatment from their masters and owners in time. 

Some unlucky men, however, faced an even worse and more dire fate. The more sadistic of the oligarchs purchased such handsome and virile men to use simply as torture slaves. Depending on the depravity of the new master, men sent to such households might live anywhere from days to weeks to months, but inevitably, when the slave became too damaged or his owner simply tired of him, these men were killed. Often, the unfortunates were pleading for the sweet release of death long before it was granted to them, but eventually, nearly all men who were selected by violent and sadistic masters met such brutal ends. 

Finally, for the truly unlucky, there were those who were bought and delivered to oligarchs who simply wanted to consume the genitalia of their hulking and hung slaves, believing that the consumption of such organs would increase their own power and virility. Such young men lasted days at the most, often only hours — however long it took to complete preparations of the young stud’s engorged and powerful cock and balls.  

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Matt lost track of how much time he had been aloft in the plane, though he knew it had to have been many hours. The entire time, he had been kept in the excruciatingly painful strappado position, suspended over the steel floor with this massive arms bent behind his back. His goliath shoulder muscles in particular were screaming for release, but big Matt just gritted his teeth through the pain, determined to show these Russian soldiers just how tough American Marines really were. 

Those Russian soldiers sure were putting the hulking young grunt through his paces, though, tormenting and abusing his already poorly used body throughout the entire flight. The older, grizzled soldier in particular, who must have been an officer, seemed to take tremendous pleasure in finding ways to make Matt’s spectacularly muscular body sing, with the goals of making the handsome bull bellow and bray and blast out one thick, clotted load of stud spunk after another. And after hours and hours of relentless, ceaseless torture, Lance Corporal Schmidt had pumped out so much gelatinous cock snot from his mammoth, fourteen-plus-inch man cannon that the entire deck was awash with his chunky male fluids, making footing slippery and hazardous for the grinning and cackling soldiers. 

Particular attention was paid to Matt’s herculean huevos, those massive and mighty man nuts that had been stretched to nearly half a foot from his heaving body and forced to empty their ballast so many times that each throb and contraction of the great orbs caused the young man almost knee-buckling pain. Much caressing and fondling and gentle squeezing was lavished on Matt’s most massive of bull balls, at least at first. But as the soldiers gradually learned of the young man’s more masochistic inclinations and how much bigger his loads were when his genitals were under great stress, the more and more extreme such attentions became. Soon, a nearly continuous barrage of slaps, strikes, punches, kicks, and other hammering and bludgeoning attacks were being unleashed on Matt’s defenseless and utterly vulnerable gonads, causing the handsome hulk to cry and bellow in terrific agony even as load after massive load was ripped from his screaming nuts. His balls received enough pulverizing abuse to reduce granite rocks to rubble, but Matt’s huge boulders were apparently built even tougher than stone, for they continued to endure and pump out ever greater quantities of his powerful male essence. Both of the young man’s bollocks had turned an almost uniformly dark purple color, both from the intense strain of being stretched so far from his body and from the deep, deep bruising occurring throughout their profoundly traumatized tissues. There could be no doubt, however, that despite how puffy and swollen and battered and bruised Matt’s nuts had become, they were still very much alive and fully functional, for they kept right on whipping up enormous fresh batches of thick and chunky stud spunk. 

All the while, Matt’s indomitable will and spirit never flagged or faltered, and he kept calling out taunts and daring the Russian soldiers to wreak even more terrible havoc on his he-man body. Which they did, and STILL he endured, much to the surprise and delight of Matt’s many torturers. 

Behind the scenes, the bidding war on this mighty muscle beast was going fast and furious, for Lance Corporal Matt Schmidt was the hottest, handsomest, biggest, toughest, and most outrageously hung muscle bull that had ever been up for auction. The bid price on the devastatingly handsome Hercules hit positively stratospheric levels, breaking all previous records for the slave market… and kept right on climbing. Soon, the bid price on the Marine hunk was so astronomical that more and more of the oligarchs and other Russian elites had to start dropping out of the bidding war. No matter how much each and every one of them hungered to get their hands on this magnificent male specimen, the price was simply too high, and most were not willing — or even able — to keep up. 

The number of bidders dwindled down to a mere handful, and then one by one, these too dropped out of the bidding war until just two bidders remained. The first was a powerful and vastly wealthy oligarch who was infamous for the size and quality of his slave stable, where he ran a huge eugenics program attempting to breed a better, tougher, stronger super soldier who would be intensely loyal to Mother Russia. If the handsome young Marine wound up with this master, he could expect to be forced into hard manual labors during the day in quarries and fields, and milked and bred each night with a dizzying array of the most beautiful slave women from around the world. While not an easy life, it wasn’t one without some rewards, and a stud bull of Matt’s unsurpassed quality and caliber could potentially survive decades in such a role, using his prized cunt-splitting horse cock to father literally thousands of beautiful and strong children. 

Very little was known about the identity of the other remaining bidder, but his proclivities were legendary even among the secret cabal of oligarchs. It was said that no prisoner had survived more than a fortnight in his keeping, for the tortures he subjected them to were so brutal and so intense that even the toughest of men usually expired within no more than a week or two. Even worse, he was one of the few among the Russian elite who was widely known to consume the genitals of his male captives, the more well hung the better, apparently believing in the idea that eating a man’s cock and balls transferred some portion of his manhood and male energy to the consumer. This latter habit had earned the faceless bidder the nickname ‘The Cannibal’. 

As the huge cargo plane continued to fly high over the heart of Russia, and as the soldiers continued to literally pound load after precious load out of Matt’s profoundly bruised and battered balls, the life or death fate of the beefy bound Marine was being decided online…