Marine Corp Meat - Part 4

Marine Corp Meat, Part 4

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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Matt’s mind had been reduced to a fog of pleasure and pain. He had long since lost all track of time in his underground dungeon. There was no sense of day and night, for the bright lights in the white-tiled room were never turned off. There wasn’t even a way to track time by his meals, for all of Matt’s nutritional needs were being supplied by the half dozen IVs stuck into the large veins of his supremely brawny forearms. All of his injuries had long since healed, leaving his skin perfect and unblemished once more. The only thing that changed were the number of storage canisters that were placed inside the clear-walled cryo chamber in a corner of the large room. Each canister was filled to the absolute brim with the Marine’s extraordinarily potent young seed, and there had to be dozens, maybe hundreds, of those canisters filling up a large portion of the storage room. 

How long had he been hanging here, being milked of every last drop of cum his burgeoning bull balls could produce? A week? A MONTH?! Possibly even LONGER!?! Matt had no way of knowing. Nor did the hunky young Marine have the faintest inkling of what all of his harvested sperm was going to be used for. In his more lucid moments, his mind swam with possibilities. Perhaps his prime stud seed was going to be used in a nefarious breeding program, part of the long line of efforts by evil governments to produce the perfect super soldier. Perhaps his chunky spunk was going to be some sort of delicacy to be served to the rich and elite of Russia’s highest circles of power, a thick and protein-packed beverage sure to gird the loins and increase the male potency of any man who drank it. Hell, maybe his thick nut slop was going to be used as mortar in some huge industrial expansion! 

Matt didn’t know, and frankly, he didn’t really care. 

The young Marine muscle stud was in the midst of an exquisite torture, for not only did the ceaseless stimulation bring him stratospheric levels of erotic pleasure, it also brought equally terrible amounts of inhuman agony. The experimental chemicals being pumping into Matt’s herculean body were forcing his gigantic gonads to produce sperm at a hyper accelerated rate, many orders of magnitude faster than any human testes were ever meant to function, even Matt’s own freakishly virile bull-sized orbs. The extreme redlining of his manhood was creating a constant throbbing ache in the very heart of his mighty man orbs, an ache that was gut wrenching and growing every passing hour. Matt didn’t know how much more his poor balls could take. He knew that any other man’s balls would have long since burned out by now, pushed beyond their limits and forced into permanent sterility, and he wondered just how much longer even HIS mighty man nuts could survive. The monumental size and power of his colossal ejaculations hadn’t yet begun to diminish, but he was certain that would start happening soon as his awesomely tough and durable testicles finally began to burn out. 

Just looking down at his genitals confirmed that they were being pushed much too hard. His heroic horse cock had bloated into a truly monstrous slab of man meat, the unrelenting vacuum pumping having dramatically increased its already astounding girth and adding at least two full inches to its titanic length, resulting in a 16.5-inch mega dong of utterly colossal proportions. The whole member had grown an angry red color, with the fist-sized glans a deep purple of over-congested blood. The snake-like veins gnarling the entire column of the mighty shaft were even larger and more prominent than ever, turning Matt’s cock into a fearsome-looking weapon indeed. 

But the changes wrought to the young man’s heaving balls were even more pronounced and disturbing. Both balls had swelled and grown considerably during the constant milking torture, either simply due to trauma or due to actual tissue growth, or perhaps both. They had left the size of ‘mere’ grapefruits behind, and were now bloated to the size of large coconuts or extremely hefty cantaloupes. Thick veins now gnarled their surfaces as well, looking like the deep purple roots of some massive oak tree. The balls themselves were a deep and angry red, several shades darker than his own over bloated cock, and were burning with a deep, feverish pain. Their weight had increased dramatically as well, and not only had their dangle never decreased after the removal of the lead weight, it had actually INCREASED so that Matt’s behemoth bull balls were now hanging well over five inches down in his sagging sac, making them look even more enormous and vulnerable than ever. 

Matt had all but given up hope of his mega raping ever ending, so when the erotic sensations did suddenly cease some long time later, the young man wasn’t certain at first what had happened. But sure enough, the beyond-brutal plundering of his loins had temporarily ceased, and as Matt’s consciousness swam up through a miasma of pain and lust, he saw that the ever-familiar scientists were once again back in the room with him. The team began trying to remove the clear cylinder from the young man’s huge cock, but Matt’s mighty penis had grown so impossibly huge that it nearly completely filled the glass chamber, hugging the walls and leaving just the top two or three inches of the cylinder clear. It took a considerable amount of elbow grease, but the offending pump was finally removed, allowing Matt’s newly-expanded dong to pulse proudly before him in the open air for the first time in countless days. 

The dazed young Marine was stunned by what he saw, for his mammoth prick barely even resembled the bullish cock that he remembered. The mighty phallus was swollen to truly monstrous proportions, and was now so long and so astoundingly thick that Matt knew he’d never be able to fuck again — there was simply no ass or pussy or mouth built big enough to accommodate such a gargantuan tool. Even as he watched, the enormous elephant cock belched out a slurry of jellied spunk, the messy dregs of his most recent cum load. 

As a medical table was set up in front of the exhausted young Marine and various equipment laid out, the lead scientist addressed Matt for the very first time, speaking to him in broken English. “We finally have all of sperm dat we need. Master very pleased with performance, milk you more dan ten times longer dan any other slave. Great honor! But no longer need more sperm from your big balls, so we fix it so you cannot cum anymore.” 

“I knew it was only a matter of time, you sick fuckers!” shouted Matt in response, his voice even deeper and more rumbling than ever after days and days of shouting and bellowing. “Go ahead!! CUT my huge bull balls off!! I’ll STILL be more of a man than any of you!!” 

“Da, da, dat be true,” the scientist said with a condescending laugh, “but we no cut balls off of you. Not yet. No, we cut cords dat bring sperm out of balls through cock. Trap sperm inside of balls. Make balls manufacture more and more sperm, but no way to get out. Make balls swell bigger still! Make you crazy with lust and pain!” 

“Do your worst, you filthy Commie bastards!! I can fuckin’ TAKE it!!” 

“At this point, I no longer doubt that you can!” responded the lead scientist, reluctant admiration clear in his voice. 

Despite his bravado, Matt’s bright blue eyes flew wide as he watched one gloved scientist pick up a scalpel from the table, and he felt another pair of scientists swabbing the backside of his massive ballsac with an antiseptic solution. He kept shouting out invectives and curses even as he felt the sharp pain of the scalpel cutting a short, shallow slice into the back of his sac, about halfway down the five-plus inch neck of their enormous dangle. Though the pain was sharp and immediate, in truth, the cut was not very long, and was carefully made only to expose all of the structures beneath the skin, not to sever them. 

Matt could feel blunt gloved fingers rooting around inside of his scrotum, a very foreign and disturbing sensation indeed, and he felt a slight tugging sensation as first one sperm duct and then the other was located and pulled partway out of the opening. He knew full well what they were doing, preparing him for an involuntary vasectomy, but despite that knowledge and the extremely odd sensation of having another man’s fingers INSIDE of his scrotal sac, Matt could feel his traitorous cock speeding toward yet another orgasm, this one hand’s free and without the need of artificial stimulation. The hunky bull Marine didn’t know what that said about him, the fact that he was getting off on his own slow unmanning, but he couldn’t help but admit that he was turned on more than ever before. 

Matt felt the cold steel of the scalpel pressing lightly against the sides of his two sperm ducts, and the lead scientist gloated, “You ready, American pig? We are going to cut cords and make you impotent steer! No more shooting huge cum loads for you! Your time as virile male about to end!” 

As the blade began to cut into the two cords, Matt’s entire muscle-bound body arched backwards and he let out a primal bellow of agony, just as the first gigantic bolt of creamy white bull spunk shot from his massive cock and spewed right into the startled face of the gasping scientist! There was so much chunky splooge in that first single wad alone that it completely shellacked the man’s face, glueing his eyes closed and making him sputter for breath. The panicking scientist managed to duck out of the way just in time to avoid a second mighty blast, allowing the titanic rope of sperm to rocket nearly halfway to the far door, painting a thick stripe of white, pearlescent goo nearly two dozen feet long on the cold concrete floor! 

Meanwhile, the scientist armed with the scalpel was sawing his blade back and forth across the two trapped cords. Despite the razor sharpness of the steel blade, the scientist was having a hard time cutting through the unusually tough and fibrous cords, allowing another half dozen utterly MASSIVE blasts of pure stud sperm to jet forth from Matt’s colossal cock like some enormous volcanic explosion of primal male goo. In many ways, it was a fitting swan song for the young Marine’s epic and unparalleled manhood. 

As the scalpel cut partway into the young man’s sperm ducts, thick white fluids began to spurt from the halfway severed cords under high pressure, quickly coating the scientist’s gloved hands and making his work very slippery. But the scientist maintained his focus and kept right on cutting. 

Matt gave one final, ferocious bellow of pain just as the scalpel finished its work, completely and abruptly severing both of the young man’s thick sperm cords. At that same moment, a final, mammoth, majestic slug of spunk erupted from the Marine’s thundering bull cock, a final proud salute to his magnificent manhood. Another dozen gradually diminishing spurts followed, growing less and less milky as the final sperm cells were purged from his plumbing until the final shots ran clear, utterly devoid of sperm. The handsome and hunky soldier’s last fertile load as an intact male was now splattered all over the uncaring floor in front of him, an astoundingly enormous and very slippery mess of procreative material left to slowly cool and congeal on the concrete floor. 

The massively muscled Marine slumped in his restraints once the deed had been completed, his colossal cheat heaving as he struggled to regain his breath. The lead scientist, meanwhile, was writhing on the floor and desperately trying to scoop the thick Marine spunk off of his face, his eyes burning in agony as the caustic fluid bathed his eyeballs. A low rumbling sound could be heard coming from Matt’s gigantic cheat, and it took the other scientists a few moments to realize what it was — laughter! Amazingly, after just having had his sperm cords severed, the handsome muscle bull was laughing!! 

“How does it feel, you fucking prick?” Matt said to the screaming and crying scientist. “Having a REAL man’s spunk in your eyes? My fuckin’ baby batter is so thick, you’ll be washing your eyes out for DAYS! Serves you right, you mother fucker!” 

The lead scientist barked out some orders in Russian with a hoarse voice, even as he continued to writhe in a pool of Matt’s thick splooge. The other scientists were broken from their temporary paralysis and got back to work. It was then that the scalpel-wielding scientist noticed that Matt’s still-convulsing balls were continuing to pump out thick, clotted chunks of his spermy goo, pouring out of the severed ends of his ball cords and coating the scientist’s gloved hand. He immediately traded his scalpel for a needle and started suturing closed the severed ends of the Marine’s spermatic cords, quickly stemming the flow of rick spunk. When the ends of the cords were all neatly sealed, the scientist gently placed the split cords back inside of the young man’s nutsac, and then stitched the small cut closed in the back of the scrotum. It was such a small and clean cut that, given time to heal, not even a hint of a scar would remain. 

The lead scientist struggled to his feet, his face, chest, and shoulders still dripping with prime Grade-AAA Marine nut snot and his tear-streaming eyes red and bloodshot. He then screamed at the grinning grunt, “You think you have last laugh! HA! Your tortures have only just begun, you filthy, oversexed American dog! Now we use your virility against you! We turn machines back on, stimulating balls to produce even MORE of your vile sperm! But now, sperm has nowhere to go, building up inside balls! Need to cum grows more and more! Maybe drive you insane, yes?”

The angry scientist barked out a few more commands in Russian, and the other men started turning the various instruments back on. The demonic dildo still lodged deep in the Marine’s hot and steaming bowels started up once again, pumping in and out and vibrating against the young man’s chronically swollen prostate. The electro-stimulation of his balls, nipples, armpits, and other erogenous zones started up again as well, but this time the scientists added more than a dozen more adhesive pads, this time to the titanic length of the young man’s bloated bazooka of a cock. The bulk of the new pads were clustered on the swollen glans and first few inches of the shaft, but other pads extend down the entire, 16+ inch length all the way to the thick base. 

Erotic pleasure slammed into Matt’s aching loins harder than ever before, and the young man let out an involuntary moan of agonized pleasure. Yet another massive orgasm was hurtling down the tracks toward him, and the beefy bull was completely powerless to stop it. Only minutes after the forced stimulation resumed, the hulking young Marine was thrown over the edge once more into a powerful orgasm. 

Matt bellowed as the familiar contractions started hammering through his crotch, his gigantic tool bobbing and bouncing as it prepared to unleash yet another massive he-man load. But this time, to the handsome bull’s dismay but the glee of the watching scientists, the first blast from his cock is nothing more than a thick squirt of crystal clear slime. The next blast, though even bigger, is equally devoid of color, utterly empty of viable, living sperm! The mighty, hyper virile muscle bull was now shooting nothing but slippery and gelatinous blanks!! 

The volume of fluid being purged from Matt’s muscular loins was but a fraction of the normal deluge, but even so it was an astounding amount of liquid squirting out of his cannon of a cock. The clear seminal juices sprayed out for more than a dozen feet in front of the bound muscle hunk, splattering the floor with large droplets and streamers of what was essentially precum. The handsome Marine pumped his muscular hips throughout his powerful orgasm, making his wrecking ball sized bull nuts sway ponderously forward and back, but there was now nothing he could do to purge the load of sperm that was starting to build up inside of his nuts. 

Lance Corporal Schmidt realized that he was indeed going to be in a world of trouble soon — with no way to empty his mighty bull nuts of their ever-increasing supply of sperm, his huge man eggs would soon get very, very congested indeed. The valiant young Marine knew that he was going to be in for a world of hurt. 

As a final insult before leaving the room, the lead scientist ordered the janitorial staff to clean up the huge mess of splooge all over the floor. Matt was made to watch as caustic bleach was poured all over his final load of lush and healthy sperm, obliterating his last load as an intact male. The young muscle bull would never again be able to shoot out a single solitary sperm cell!