Marine Corp Meat - Part 3

Marine Corp Meat, Part 3

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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Untold hours into the plane flight, word was passed from the cockpit to the Russian troops wailing upon Lance Corporal Schmidt’s bound and trussed up body. Matt couldn’t understand what was being said, as it was all in Russian, but whatever the news was, it made the soldiers begin to shout and laugh and dance around the cargo hold. The cocky Russians taunted their giant Marine captive, and though Matt couldn’t understand the words, the intent was clear. Some decision had been made regarding the hulking Marine’s fate, and whatever that fate was, it made the evil and cruel soldiers very excited and happy. 

And young Matt knew that whatever was making these vile men happy could not be good news for him. 

Sure enough, Matt could feel the massive cargo plane make a wide banked turn, changing direction and heading to a new destination. Just what that destination was, and what would happen to him once he arrived there, remained unknowns to the hunky bound Marine…

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It was several more hours before the huge aircraft made its landing, and in that time, the Russian soldiers seemed to redouble their efforts to use and abuse the enormous stack of bound muscles. They knew that their limited time with this paragon of manhood was coming to an end, and they wanted to wrest every grunt, howl, and bellow of pain that they could from the handsome stud, and purge every last ounce of seed that they could from his fantastically virile boulder balls. 

By the time the plane finally landed, a fresh layer of bruises, welts, and shallow lacerations overlaid those created many hours earlier in a basement somewhere in the Ukraine. Matt’s horribly tortured shoulders had very nearly been dislocated from their sockets, but as a testament to the young Marine’s extraordinary strength, the mighty deltoid muscles somehow held on despite the hours and hours of tortured suspension. Sweat ran off of the stud’s hulking muscles in rivers, the salty fluid stinging every cut and welt on his once perfectly unblemished, tanned skin. Yet despite the extremely bruised and battered appearance of his body, despite the exhaustion resulting from nearly four full days of continuous brutal tortures, the young Lance Corporal’s form remained absolutely magnificent. Each mark and welt seemed to only highlight his extraordinary masculine beauty, not detract from it. And the fact that the young man’s will and spirit still somehow remained unbroken only added to his deep manly appeal. 

As badly as his body had been abused, however, the damage was all superficial, and would clearly heal in time. The havoc wreaked on his gigantic genitals, however, appeared far more profound and extensive. His mammoth, fourteen-plus-inch erection had been rock hard for so long that it looked bloated, distended, the many thick and tortuous veins running up and down the colossal shaft looking so swollen and angry that they might actually burst. His exquisitely-shaped male appendage was covered in more welts, wounds, and bruises than almost any other part of his body, but no matter how hard and how viciously they abused his mammoth meat, Matt’s titanic bull cock stolidly refused to grow even the least bit soft. 

The young Marine’s gigantic bollocks had been even MORE horribly mauled, if that was even possible. The stud’s mighty nuts were so heavily mangled and battered that they barely even looked like a set of testicles anymore, their surfaces a nearly uniform dark purple of extensive bruises, the thick sac abraded in a dozen places, the gonads themselves swollen and puffy from all of the unrelenting trauma. 

Yet despite the extreme brutality heaped upon Lance Corporal Schmidt’s herculean bull nuts, his manhood miraculously remained intact! The size, power, and frequency of his seminal emissions did not slack in the slightest, nor did the unusual and almost inhuman thickness and viscosity of his manly fluids diminish, remaining just as thick and chunky and lush with alpha stud sperm as ever. 

Matt’s extraordinary sexual stamina both infuriated and powerfully aroused the cruel Russian soldiers, and even as the massive cargo plane was landing, they kept hurling abuse after painful abuse upon the young Marine’s bullish manhood, trying in vain to exhaust the mighty stud. But Lance Corporal Schmidt continued to endure it all, bellowing and braying in brutal pain even as he continued to taunt and curse the vicious soldiers. 

After taxiing for a short distance, the plane’s engines ceased and the cargo door opened. A gust of furnace-like heat washed into the large cargo hold, making the panting bull stud sweat even more profusely. Matt looked out the opening and saw a landscape of barren and virtually lifeless desert at the base of equally dry, brown, and austere mountains. He suspected that he was somewhere in the southern reaches of Russia, or perhaps even in northern Afghanistan, but he realized that his destination mattered little, for there could be no hope of discovery or rescue. 

The cockpit doors opened, and one of the men exiting the head of the plane was none other than the richly-dressed businessman from hours earlier. The Russian walked up to the bound muscle Marine and said, “Well, my handsome muscle man, this is where we part company. And I am sorry to say, we will not be seeing each other again. Your new master is not known for keeping his acquisitions for long, so I am afraid you have, how do you say… drawn the short straw?” 

The businessman reached out one well-manicured hand to fondle the underside of Matt’s heavy, stretched out, horribly bruised ballsac, cupping as much of that extraordinary double-barreled mass of man meat as possible. The young man’s humongous balls were slick with sweat and his own copious seminal fluids, allowing the man’s hand to glide easily over the hot and tortured flesh. He gave a few gentle, exploratory squeezes, and he could feel that the swollen testicles were far softer and squishier than they had been at the beginning of the flight. At the same time, however, the businessman was surprised and impressed with how much firmness yet remained in the titanic testes, a true testament to their tremendous durability and strength. 

“Such a shame,” the well-dressed man continued. “You are such an extraordinary specimen of prime manhood, and it is pity that you will not survive intact for much longer. Such massive and powerful genitals could have provided years of entertainment in other hands, but your new owner has more immediate plans for these.” He hefted the young man’s colossal bollocks several more times, deeply admiring their enormous size and staggering weight. “Yes, such a pity…” 

The Russian then drew a handkerchief from his breast pocket with a free hand, cleaned the sweat and splooge off of his other hand, and bid the big Marine farewell. Matt growled and spat after the man, refusing to show the slightest hint of fear or hopelessness. He then turned his attention to the waiting Russian soldiers and, with a sneer on his ruggedly handsome face, shouted, “Well, what are you Commie fucks waiting for?! Why don’t you cut me down and take me to my new ‘owner’?! C’mon, I ain’t got all day!” 

The grumbling Russians finally lowered an aching and exhausted Matt Schmidt to the floor, and the moment his big naked feet hit the deck, his screaming shoulders began to throb with relief. The pain was still blinding, and he knew that he wouldn’t have much strength in his ill-used arms until they’d had some time to heal and recover, but he finally felt he could breathe a big, if temporary, sigh of relief. His ankles were quickly shackled together once more with a short line of thick chains, and his wrists remained chained behind his back, so there was nothing big Matt could do to free himself. Worse, the 20-kilo lead weight remained chained around the neck of his deeply throbbing bull balls, continuing to mercilessly pull and yank at his horribly battered man eggs with each and every step. The big man therefore put up no overt resistance as he proudly marched down the ramp at the rear of the plane. 

The sunlight hit the huge Marine almost like a fist, the oppressive heat seeming to magnify a thousandfold as the searing rays scorched his tender, battered flesh. Apparently none of the other captive American soldiers were being offloaded at this location, for the plane’s cargo door was already closing, and the engines coming back to life for a quick takeoff. The huge, hulking Marine gave a silent prayer of thanks that none of his fellow grunts would be suffering the same fate that was in store for him. Matt didn’t look back, instead focusing his crystal blue gaze straight ahead to the waiting military truck. The naked hulk was unceremoniously loaded into the back of the cargo truck, and with the doors closed, the vehicle sped off to its next destination… 

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The drive couldn’t have lasted more than half an hour, and at some point, Matt was certain that they had entered some sort of building, likely carved directly into the face of one of the nearby mountains. The air inside the vehicle grew mercifully cooler once they were no longer out in the sun, though it was still stuffy and warm inside the back of the truck. Finally, the truck came to a full stop and the rear doors were opened, revealing an enormous chamber beyond. 

Matt knew he was right about being inside the belly of a mountain the moment he looked out the doors, for the large vaulted room was clearly an underground chamber of some kind. The rough-hewn ceilings extended a good 100 or 120 feet overhead, and the vast, cement-floored room could have held an entire football field complete with grandstands, and still have room to spare. Instead, the chamber was filled with all manner of military vehicles and weapons, and was swarming with Russian soldiers. Those closest to the bound and naked muscle giant stopped and stared, their mouths gaping at the sheer size and power of the Marine bull stud as he was hustled out of the truck. Big Matt just grinned and proudly puffed up his enormous chest, swaggering as much as the thick iron leg shackles would allow. He might be going to his doom, but he was determined to show these Russian punks what a REAL man looked like! 

The handsome Marine wasn’t given long to survey the huge vault, for he was quickly marched through another set of double doors into what was clearly some sort of laboratory complex. The large, while-walled room was brightly lit, and all sorts of medical equipment was scattered throughout the big room. Men and women in stark white lab coats and masks rushed around, though more than a few stopped to stare at the huge naked bull as he sauntered into the room. 

“Okay, you sick fucks!” Lance Corporal Schmidt shouted in his deep baritone as he entered the room, stunning the scientists and doctors into silence. “Bring on the fuckin’ torture! I’m the biggest, toughest, strongest damn muscle bull you’re ever gonna meet, and I can handle ANYTHING you fuckers wanna dish out! Bring it ON!!” 

One of the Russian soldiers angrily drove the butt of his rifle into Matt’s lower back, striking the young man directly over one of his kidneys, but the huge stud didn’t even flinch, the rifle simply bouncing off the iron-hard muscles. The handsome Marine just looked back and sneered at the offending Russian, who involuntarily backed up a step in fear, and the naked muscle beast began to walk across the room like he owned the place. 

The bound Marine was ushered into a large side room, all four walls covered in white tiles and the ceiling and floor made of sealed and shellacked gray concrete. Various pieces of equipment and instruments littered the outside edges of the room, but Matt’s attention was focused on the set of manacles and chains set up in the middle of the room. Sure enough, that’s where the soldiers led him, and his existing bindings were replaced with those already in the room. Soon enough, the young man’s four enormously muscular limbs were stretched out in a spreadeagled pattern, his wrists raised aloft by thick chains bolted into the ceiling, and his ankles held fast by equally-thick chains imbedded into the floor. Lance Corporal Schmidt was once again completely bound and incapacitated, his massively muscular frame suspended more than a foot above the cold stone. 

With the huge Marine muscle bull once again bound and helpless, the soldiers were ushered out of the room by the white-clad scientists, who then stepped forward to start inspecting their latest addition. Many eyebrows shot upward as they looked over the unbelievably enormous muscle man, and several shook their heads or whistled in stunned disbelief at his utterly magnificent physique and beyond-prodigious sexual endowments. Others looked disapprovingly upon the state of the huge muscle stud, for he had clearly been poorly used and abused before arriving at the laboratory. 

The first thing the scientists did was lift up the huge lead ball hanging from his goliath nuts, much to Matt’s great relief, and unshackle the chain from around his stretched out scrotum. After so many hours of being yanked downward by the heavy weight, Matt’s huge nuts were dangling exceedingly low in their sac, hanging more than four inches below his lean and muscular crotch, but at the moment Matt didn’t care. He was just grateful to have the heavy weight removed from his aching nuts. 

The scientists’ second action was to thoroughly wash and clean their hunky captive. High-powered hoses were used to blast his tender and battered flesh with soapy water, and then bristle brushes and scouring pads were used to vigorously scrub his skin. Matt couldn’t help but wince and grunt as their ungentle work opened up the worst of his cuts and scrapes once again, but he refused to cry out in pain. That work was even harder when the scientists used harsh antiseptics to clean these same wounds, and he couldn’t help but grunt now and then as the stinging unguents and ointments burned his aching flesh. But soon enough, Matt’s skin was gleaming and the worst of his wounds tended and dressed. They even cleaned out his shit chute, sticking a slender hose up his butt and washing out his guts several times. But considering that the big man hadn’t had a single thing to eat for more than four days, there was very little to clean out. 

The scientists next inserted several IV needles into the pencil-thick veins coursing over each of his forearms, and a cocktail of fluids, nutrients, and electrolytes was fed into the much-depleted bull stud. Young Matt had to admit that he was already starting to feel better within minutes of the infusion of fluids and nutrients, bolstering his flagging strength and preparing him for whatever ministrations might come next. 

With relatively little attention being played to Matt’s massive genitals, however, the young Marine’s mighty bull cock was finally allowed to grow limp, hanging like an exhausted third limb over his extremely low-hanging bollocks. But that state of affairs didn’t last for long. The big, muscular grunt realized that the IV fluids must have contained some sort of performance-enhancing drugs, for his thick, limp horse cock started to plump up and rise once again. Powerful erotic pulsations surged through Matt’s heavy loins, and his huge and freshly-cleaned penis was soon once again standing at its full, proud fourteen-plus inches of magnificent man meat. Shortly after that, long and slender ropes of clear lust honey began to drip from the slit in the swollen cock head, signaling that the young man’s pipes had once again been primed and were ready for plundering. 

Matt’s eyebrows went up as he saw a pair of scientists wheel over another large piece of equipment. The muscular Marine grunt had grown up on a cattle farm in the Midwest, so he knew a milking machine when he saw one. But he had only seen such machines used on the udders of female cattle before; this machine had clearly been modified for use on the human male member, and this particular model had even been specially sized for Matt’s own beyond-prodigious proportions. The clear cylinder was placed over the entire length of Matt’s colossal shaft and the suction-cup base fastened tightly around the very root of his thick column of man meat. The young Marine felt other hands pawing at his massively muscular butt cheeks, and though he immediately tensed his thick and beefy ass muscles as hard as he could, he couldn’t prevent the insertion of a long, slick rod of some sort into the hot depths of his butt. 

Finally, a series of adhesive pads were placed over various sensitive parts of his body, including his nipples, his armpits, and the deeply etched Adonis belt leading down to his groin. Over a dozen of these pads were placed on Matt’s humongous balls as well, with half a dozen adhesive pads placed on each of his behemoth bollocks. Each adhesive pad was attached by a slender wire to a machine displaying a complex keyboard of dials and switches. Matt suspected he knew what those dials and switches were for, and he braced himself for what was to come. 

The lead scientist took his place in front of the control panel and started fiddling with the dials. Immediately, Matt felt the cylinder engulfing his dick start to decompress, sucking his massive meat even more firmly into its embrace and using the newly-created vacuum to pump it to even greater dimensions. At the same time, the slender metal dildo imbedded deeply inside his fantastically muscular ass began to activate, slowly pumping deep into his insides even as it began to vibrate against his swollen, oversized prostate. Finally, the pads attached to his mighty body began to turn on, providing electric stimulation to the most sensitive and erogenous zones of the young Marine’s magnificent body. 

Lance Corporal Matthew Schmidt was ferociously randy at the best of times, but now that every pleasure center in his enormous body was being expertly stimulated at the same time, the young man was being taken to heights of pleasure he had never even imagined before. And even though his mighty genitals had been so cruelly mauled and mangled after four days of relentless, unceasing torture, the young man quickly felt a huge orgasm building inside of his bruised and aching loins. 

Matt tried to hold back his orgasm by sheer will alone, wanting to deny his captor’s their prize, but it felt like he was trying to hold back the ocean. The scientist kept cranking up the dials, increasing the incredibly erotic sensations that were flowing through the young grunt’s body. The stud’s big toes began to curl with the intensity of the pleasure, and he was soon unwillingly grunting and moaning. Matt clamped down on his groin muscles with all of his extraordinary might, willing his renegade body into obeying him, but it was no use — his mighty orgasm would not be denied. 

Still, Matt held off for just over twelve minutes, a full eight and a half minutes longer than any other man had held back before, deeply impressing all of the scientists in attendance and those watching remotely through the myriad of cameras trained on the young Marine bull. In the end, though, Matt’s hyper virile body betrayed him, and with a roar of ecstasy and defeat, the handsome muscle giant let loose with his first titanic orgasm. 

Thick and incredibly lush pulses of Matt’s creamy spunk began to flood the top of the cylinder encasing his spasming bull cock, only to be almost instantly whisked away by the suction tubing at the end of the pump. The white bullion of Matt’s beefy loins was deposited inside a large containment canister nearby, the loud and chunky splattering and plopping sounds making a nice counterpoint to Matt’s own cries and bellows of release. The Marine’s entire monumental frame quaked and shuddered with the violent intensity of his orgasm, and the feelings of erotic bliss were so powerful that the young man thought he might almost lose consciousness. But the mighty stud was far too strong for that, and he stayed fully awake and aware for what had to have been the single largest orgasm in his entire young life! In the end, his monumental orgasm lasted nearly two full minutes and produced well over a full LITER of his rich and sperm-packed spunk. 

Matt slumped in his restraints at the end of his earth-shattering orgasm, trying to regain his breath, but his reprieve was short lived. After only ten seconds or so, the demonic combination of cock pumping, ass raping, and electro-stimulating attentions to his monstrously oversized equipment had him hurtling toward orgasm once again. And again, Matt tried to hold back by force of will alone, but his great stamina was failing him. This time, it only took slightly more than seven minutes before the young Marine was blowing his second gargantuan load, just as massive and powerful as the first. 

It only took just under five minutes before Matt blew his third load, and three and a half minutes before he blew his fourth. After that, the young bound Marine fell into a rhythm of cumming every two or three minutes, each orgasm a truly titanic purging of incredibly thick and gelatinous bull spew. Whatever cocktails the scientists were pumping into his body weren’t just increasing his libido and sex drive, they were also vastly accelerating the speed at which his mammoth testicles were manufacturing his male essence. And considering just how hyper virile the mighty young Marine was to begin with, Matt suspected that he’d be flooding the entire room in no time with his chunky seed. His evil and cruel captors were turning the handsome muscle bull into a veritable sperm cow, and there was nothing that the big Marine could do to stop them!