Marine Corp Meat - Part 5

Marine Corp Meat, Part 5

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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Lance Corporal Matthew Schmidt moaned weakly in agony as yet another orgasm slammed into his loins, making it feel like his bloated testicles would simply explode. Voluminous squirts of hot precum jetted wetly across the room, adding to the large area of the floor that was already dangerously slick with his clear juices. But every last drop of sperm remained trapped inside of his burgeoning nuts. 

Matt had once again lost any track of time, but suspected that it had been a week or more since his forced vasectomy, perhaps even longer. And throughout all of that time, his entire body — and in particular his genitals — had been cruelly and ceaselessly stimulated to agonizing orgasm again and again and again and again. The combination of the constant stimulation and the various chemicals being fed into his body by his IVs meant that Matt’s behemoth bollocks had continued to work overtime, churning out more and more fresh sperm. But with nowhere to go, the tiny spaghetti-like tubules within his massive balls had become more and more congested with spunk, causing them to ache and throb more and more with each passing hour. 

The first few orgasms post surgery weren’t that bad, really. It was terrifying for Matt to see his loads pump out completely clear and devoid of the thick, clotted sperm he was so accustomed to, but the orgasms didn’t actually hurt. That quickly changed, however, as the congestion inside of the Marine’s hulking nuts continued to build.  

The massively muscular Marine was no stranger to having ‘blue balls’, for even having to forego sex or masturbation for as little as 24 hours had often resulted in his balls being painfully bloated with spunk. But the agony he was now experiencing was on a whole other level, a pain so brutal, so soul crushing, that he was certain it would kill most men. But unfortunately for Matt, he was too damned tough to die even from a terminal case of blue balls. 

Matt’s huge nuts were now hideously swollen and grossly distended, leaving even coconuts and cantaloupes behind to enter the realm of honeydew melons and bowling balls! The young man’s herculean huevos were so choked with spunk that they had almost lost their oblong, egg-like shapes, growing nearly perfectly spherical, dangerously bloated with thick and potent raw sperm. They had become hideously discolored as well, darkening from a healthy pink to an angry dark red to a deep purplish-blue, shot through with thick, dark purple veins that traced tortured courses all over their enormous surfaces. 

The colossal whale nuts were now even more heavy than ever, and pulled hard at the thick cords, tendons, and other tissues that anchored them to the young man’s crotch. The mighty dangle of those huge balls had increased even FURTHER, now extending just beyond six astounding inches. And it was now becoming apparent that the freakish size of his genitals — his 16.5+ inch beast of a cock, his monstrous boulder balls, and even the half a foot dangle of his weighty bollocks — were likely permanent. Big Matt speculated that, if he were ever able to miraculously break free, he would never be able to wear pants again, never be able to sit down at a toilet without having his huge balls fall into the toilet water, never even be able to walk again without fear of crushing his supremely low-hanging balls between the titanic pillars of his massively muscular thighs! 

But he also knew that these were potential problems that he would never have to face, as he knew that he wasn’t leaving this facility alive. 

Tears streamed unchecked down the young man’s achingly handsome face, both due to the inhuman pain surging through his bloated bollocks and because of all that he had lost — his freedom, his future, his ability to shoot huge, lush ropes of pearlescent cum. He was still trying to be as brave and as stoic as he could, but the pain in his distended balls was greater than anything he could have imagined, greater than any of the other tortures he had ever experienced. He feared that this pain might finally break him. 

The twin metal dog tags still hanging from around his bullish neck gave him hope, however, reminding him of who he was — a proud and mighty Marine. His baby blue eyes took on a steely gaze as he clenched his powerful jaw, even as another nut-bursting orgasm tore through his loins. He would not let these vile Russian assholes break his will. He would continue to face whatever horrors might come like a man, with his big chin held high. 

After an eternity of suffering, the scientists finally turned off all of the stimulation equipment. They then began removing all of the adhesive pads from Lance Corporal Schmidt’s extraordinary body, and even finally pulled the long dildo out of Matt’s enormously muscular ass. Despite weeks, perhaps even months, of non-stop penetration and pounding, the Marine’s butt was still extremely tight, and the dildo made a wet, meaty sucking sound as it was pulled from the stud’s hungry ass. 

Matt was finally free of all of the added equipment, but the awful throbbing ache in his bollocks didn’t subside in the least. In fact, as the lead scientist reached forward with one gloved hand and gently cupped the young Marine’s behemoth left ball from underneath, the huge stud sucked in his breath in pain, for even the slightest touch caused his almost terminally swollen bull balls extreme agony. 

“Ah, very good!” the scientist crooned as he gently bounced the titanically swollen testicle in his open palm, enjoying the grimace of pain that was etched across the young Marine’s devastatingly handsome features. “Very good indeed! Balls now so swollen with sperm dat almost ready to BURST! Now ripe for HARVEST!” 

“I KNEW that you sick fuckin’ Commies wouldn’t be able to help yourself from cutting off a real Marine’s bull nuts!” the handsome muscle giant replied in his deep and profoundly masculine voice. “I already had a set of blue ribbon whoppers when I first got here, but now you’ve got them swollen nearly to the size of BASKETBALLS! These have gotta be the largest fuckin’ nuts on the whole damn PLANET! No wonder you fuckers can’t help but torture me — I’m more of a man than all of you put together!” 

“Yes, very impressive! No doubt these are now biggest nuts in world! Master very pleased. Very pleased indeed! Will make feast out of huge balls!” 

“WHAT?!” Matt shouted. “Your boss is gonna EAT my fuckin’ NUTS!?!?” 

“Of course, stupid American! Why else we make balls grow so fat with own cum? Master wants balls filled with maximum power. When he eats balls, he gains power. Gains virility!” 

“You’re all fuckin’ CRAZY!!” Matt replied. “Your boss could swallow my cum, eat my nuts, and have my severed cock shoved up his fuckin’ ASS, and it wouldn’t do SHIT for him!! But fuck, I know you’re gonna cut me up and kill me anyway, so I guess this is as good a way to go as any. And who knows — with any fuckin’ luck, he’ll choke to death on all of this fuckin’ dense ball meat!” 

“Yes, dis actually potential problem. Balls very tough, very dense, difficult to cook and eat. Have solution, however.” 

The other scientists in the room had been active this whole time, setting up for the next phase in the young Marine’s preparations. A large and sturdy metal table was placed between the muscle stud’s wide-spread legs, high enough that his gargantuan, low-hanging nuts rested completely on the cold steel surface. A series of step stools were placed around the perimeter of the table, allowing anyone standing on a stool to be approximately eye level with the handsome young muscle brute. 

Just then, the doors to the room opened once more, and several dozen Russian soldiers began to file into the room. Matt immediately noticed that all of the soldiers were huge men, and since all of them were wearing t-shirts, he could readily see just how enormously muscular each of them were. None of them were as titanically massive as the 6-foot, 5-inch, 380-pound muscle beast shackled in the center of the room, but more than a few were well north of the 300-pound mark. The huge Marine realized that they must have scoured the entire Russian army to assemble such a collection of enormously muscular and fearsomely strong men. Almost all of the soldiers hungrily eyed the captive muscle bull, cruel smiles playing across their lips and an eager and malicious gleam in their eyes. For his part, Lance Corporal Schmidt simply sneered at them in defiance, puffing out his own spectacular chest and flexing his gargantuan muscles. He wanted them all to know that, no matter what they did to his bound and helpless form, he was still bigger and manlier than any two of them put together! 

Matt then noticed a rack of instruments off to one side, and saw each of the soldiers being handed an identical instrument by the scientists and technicians. His bright blue eyes few open wide when he realized what the soldiers were wielding, and a cold sweat started to break out across his expansive, bulging muscles. Each man held what looked like a stainless steel meat tenderizer, only on a much larger scale. Matt estimated that the face on each huge hammer head had to be about six inches square, and each was covered in sharp, pointy, serrated teeth. He knew that he was about to be in for a world of hurt even greater than any he had yet faced. 

The lead scientist grinned evilly at the look of fear on the Marine’s handsome face, and he said, “Ah, you understand what is to come next! Good! Each big, strong Russian soldier is given five minutes to beat and hammer balls as hard and fast as he can. Balls swollen so big that two soldiers work at same time, one for each ball. Twelve soldiers per ball, take hour to complete. By then, balls be nice and soft, and ready for cooking!” 

“Oh yeah?!” Matt hollered in response, the famous Marine courage putting steel in his spine and pride in his heart. “Bring it on, you mother fuckers!! Give me the best that you’ve got!! I can fuckin’ TAKE it!!”

The first two Russian soldiers stepped up onto the stools, heavy mallets clenched in their hands. One of them reached out a huge meaty paw to reposition Matt’s goliath gonads, pulling them forward slightly in their baggy and grossly elongated scrotum so that they rested several inches forward from the rest of his magnificent body. The hunky Marine involuntarily grunted at even this mild fondling, as his bollocks were so swollen and tender that even that slight touch and movement caused them great pain. The two soldiers gave each other evil, knowing smiles as they saw the young man’s pained reaction, and they gripped their respective mallets in both hands, ready and eager for the signal to begin. 

At a barked command from the lead scientist, the two soldiers brought their hammers down with truly brutal force, connecting the mallet heads with each of Matt’s utterly defenseless balls at almost exactly the same moment with a loud and meaty ‘THUMP!!’ The hammers only compressed the gigantic orbs part way before rebounding off of their surfaces, almost like the hammers had struck some sort of hard rubber. The meat of the young Marine’s humongous nuts was unusually, even freakishly, dense, making them extremely sturdy and resilient to injury. That fact, combined with the sheer amount of sperm packed inside of those mighty testicles and swelling them to critical levels, made the huge and heavy mallets bounce almost harmlessly off of their tough hides. 

The pain, however, was unreal. 

Matt threw back his handsome head and uttered a shriek of pain unlike anything he had yet produced, a blood-curdling howl that made hair stand up on the back of necks and caused some men in the room to involuntarily shiver. Every gargantuan muscle in the Marine’s incredible body flexed to the max, bulging titanically as he pulled against his restraints with all of his awesome might. 

The second blows hit, and Matt began to thrash in his restraints, bucking wildly in a vain attempt to escape the mind-shattering pain erupting in his heroically bloated and grossly distended bull balls. Spittle flew from his mouth as he bellowed in anguish once again, huge veins standing out on his thick, bullish neck. 

The third blows hit, and then the fourth, and then the fifth, setting up a staccato rhythm of steel-on-flesh that was music to the men’s ears. The bluish-purple color of Matt’s cum-bloated balls began to erupt in patches of angry red, as bruises from this latest torrent of trauma began to appear all over the massive orbs. Lance Corporal Schmidt’s mammoth bollocks continued to barely compress with each blow, repelling each and every hammer blow, but a terrified Matt wondered just how long even HIS famously tough and powerful balls could last under such an unimaginably brutal onslaught! 

The next hour was the longest sixty minutes in the young muscle Marine’s life, as his unprotected bull balls suffered the most extreme abuse imaginable. Some of the Russian soldiers took their time, taking a few extra moments to line up each hammer blow, or repositioning his selected testicle to make sure he was striking the beefy orb from all possible angles. Other men simply unleashed their blows as hard and fast as possible, landing nearly 300 boulder-shattering blows in his five-minute allotted time. But one thing they all had in common was that none of them held back, throwing every bit of their fearsome strength behind each devastating hammer blow. 

Matt’s deep and booming voice was soon growing hoarse from the constant screeching and hollering, his full-throated roars of agony bouncing off the white-tiled walls and actually making the small instruments on the side tables quiver. His magnificent, majestic body was also soon covered in a thick sheen of sweat, running off of his gigantic muscles in rivers. He thrashed and flexed and bucked and roared like some wild, prehistoric beast, but nothing he could do could spare him the inhuman and unearthly agony exploding inside of his battered nuts. 

Incredibly, Matt’s monster cock remained diamond hard throughout the prolonged and unspeakably brutal beating, all 16.5+ inches of forearm-thick man meat bulging and pulsing and throbbing proudly before the handsome Marine’s colossally muscular body. Even more astoundingly, the young man hit orgasm multiple times during the abuse, pumping out load after load of crystalline-clear precum all over the assembled soldiers. The scientists could only figure that this was a desperate attempt by Matt’s dying balls to relieve some of their insane internal pressures and perhaps fertilize something, ANYTHING, before they were destroyed. But the truth was that, deep down, young Lance Corporal Matt Schmidt was getting off on the abuse, on proving to these enemy soldiers just how insanely TOUGH he really was, on putting his manhood to the ultimate test. 

It was only a short time before every square inch of Matt’s gorgeous balls were covered in bruises, and glowing a dark and angry purplish-red. And it wasn’t long after that before the audience of eager men noticed that the young Marine’s goliath gonads were starting to compress a little bit farther with each and every blow. Matt’s glorious bollocks were only flesh and blood, after all, and even they couldn’t endure the brutal steel hammer blows forever. In time, they were being crushed to three quarters of their spectacular girth with each blow, and later, they were being crushed halfway flat. But as each blow was completed, the valiant balls would immediately plump back to their regular, orb-like shapes, defiantly refusing to crack and daring the soldiers to try even harder to break them. Which, of course, they were more than happy to do. 

Abrasions and lacerations began to appear all over the tormented nutsac from the sharp and pointy spikes of the oversized meat tenderizers, and small amounts of blood began to ooze from these wounds and drip onto the metal table top. The most brutal of hammer blows would even send tiny flecks of blood spattering in all directions, but considering the sheer brutality of the abuse, there was surprisingly little blood. 

Between blows, Matt would taunt his attackers, calling them names and cajoling them into even greater abuses. It was the only way he could demonstrate his continued defiance and bravery. “IS THAT ALL YOU’VE FUCKING GOT!?!?!” he would shout. “THOSE ARE JUST LOVE TAPS, YOU FUCKING PUSSY BOYS!! C’MON AND HIT ME HARDER!! HARDER!!! I CAN FUCKING TAKE IT!!! BREAK MY MARINE BULL BALLS!! RIP THEM APART!! TURN ‘EM INTO MUSH!! I CAN FUCKING TAKE IT!!!” 

It was soon clear that Matt’s balls were in very serious trouble. The hammer heads were now disappearing deep into the young man’s ball flesh on each strike, burying themselves inside of the steadily softening and crumbling tissues. The battered and distended meat would bulge dramatically around each invading hammer blow, warping and bending around the mallet head before plumping back up to their nearly spherical shapes. But even that plumping was taking longer than before. There was no doubt that Matt’s herculean bull balls had been greatly weakened already, and with several pairs of Russian soldiers still awaiting their turn to have a go at the Marine’s massive nuts, it was anyone’s guess as to how much longer the young man’s bollocks could hope to survive. 

Already, Matt’s bloated bull balls were gravely wounded, and were now sustaining damage that would likely be permanent. For all the young man knew, his proud nuts may have already been pounded into sterility! But he realized that none of that actually mattered — no one cared if his titanic testicles were broken or ruined, as they were soon to be cooked anyway, and served up as a meal to some rich Russian oligarch. The handsome young Marine knew that all he could do was clench his powerful jaw and endure this mighty crescendo of abuse. 

Finally, the last pair of massively muscular Russians took up their positions on either side of Matt’s horrifically battered and bruised nuts, and began unleashing their own fury down upon them. It now looked like the soldiers were striking quivering sacks of jelly, for their hammers seemed to be meeting virtually no resistance as they plunged into the very heart of the young Marine’s mighty testes. Matt’s humongous nuts were now being squashed so flat with each blow that barely an inch separated the serrated head of the meat tenderizer with the unyielding surface of the steel table. And STILL the young man’s nuts endured! It seemed categorically impossible that the young muscle man’s huge balls hadn’t yet fractured or broken or simply EXPLODED under the insane levels of abuse, but somehow they’d valiantly held on! The goliath testicles were probably already mortally wounded and dying, but they refused to give the soldiers the satisfaction of having them burst inside of their sac. 

These last two soldiers seemed determined to change that, however. They were among the largest of all of the Russian soldiers, and they had both stripped to the waist prior to beginning their assault, displaying their enormously pumped and massive muscles that nearly rivaled Matt for their staggering size and power. And they were throwing every ounce of their awesome strength behind every rapid mallet blow. They were staggering their hammer blows so that it almost sounded like a machine gun was being fired in the room, the beefy ‘THWAP!!THWAP!!THWAP!!THWAP!!’ sound echoing off of the tiled walls. 

Enormous amounts of precum were squirting out of Matt’s towering column of a cock on a nearly continuous basis now, his dying balls desperate to unload even just a fraction of their heavy ballast. The young man was beyond all coherent speech now, and was merely bellowing and babbling as the agony tore through what was left of his loins. The insides of his screaming balls felt like the sun itself, a white hot agony so intense that he was amazed his very heart didn’t explode. But the hunky Marine was built of extremely tough stuff, and so he was forced to endure every moment of his slow unmanning. 

Suddenly, the rain of hammer blows ceased as the five-minute timer ran out for the last time. Matt’s head was spinning with pain, and it took him a few moments to realize that the beatings had ended, for the fiery inferno of agony inside his balls didn’t change. The hunky young Marine looked down the length of his body, through the deep cleft between his gargantuan, half-melon pectorals, past the hard, rippled ridges of his chiseled abdominals, past the towering 16-inch ass-splitting horse cock still jutting proudly and defiantly between his legs, to what was left of his once-glorious bull balls. 

Tears streaked down both of his handsome cheeks as Matt gazed upon the ruin on his manhood. His scrotum was a bloody, lacerated mess, and the traumatized tissues of his gigantic testes had swollen so huge that his sac looked like one enormous, bloated mass, with no discernible evidence of two separate spheres inside. The young man began to despair at the destruction of his titanic testicles when suddenly his groin muscles gave a reflexive contraction, and the muscles in his scrotum tightened to reveal the outline of two distinct orbs! Somehow, against all possible odds, Matt’s mammoth man eggs had survived a full hour of outrageously vicious abuse INTACT!! 

The lead scientist stepped forward and wrapped his gloved hand around the long scrotal neck, his fingers and thumb forming a ring around the base of the gigantic nuts themselves, and he gently lifted the astoundingly heavy sac up off of the blood-splattered table. He used the fingers of his other gloved had to poke and prod at the squirming baby makers, pushing them around inside their overstuffed purse. He then gripped as much of the squishy left ball as he could and squeezed hard. Whereas previously the scientist could barely dent the surface of Matt’s extraordinarily dense balls, his fingers now sank disturbingly deep into the traumatized flesh, his latex-covered fingernails digging into the very heart of the bloated bollock. Sharp needles of icy-hot pain cursed through the Marine stud’s cum-bloated bull ball, and it was all the super brave grunt could do not to scream. 

“Unbelievable!” the scientist gasped. “Balls still intact! Even stronger than we could have hoped!! Master will be very pleased indeed!” 

“Yeah?!” Matt panted, his chest heaving dramatically as he tried to regain his breath. “I TOLD you that I was one tough, mother fucking Marine! These are prize, Grade-AAA stud balls I got swingin’ between my beefy legs, and it’s gonna take more than a couple dozen of your Commie goons to break them!” 

“Da, agreed!” said the scientist. “Very happy not broken, as Master prefers balls remain intact. But very soft and tender now, perfect for cooking!”

The scientist then barked a few commands at his fellows, and more equipment was wheeled forward. And judging from the large bar-b-que grill that was being wheeled forward, Matt knew that the end game for his proud Marine balls had finally arrived…