Marine Corp Meat - Part 6 (conclusion)

Marine Corp Meat, Part 6

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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The blood-spattered steel table was moved away and replaced with a large gas grill, which was placed between the Lance Corporal’s monumentally muscular thighs. His hideously battered and swollen bollocks hung extremely low, more than six inches down from the young Marine’s sweaty crotch, but were still a foot or so above the burners. The grill had not yet been turned on, but Matt could already anticipate the searing pain that was to come. 

The lead scientist stepped forward once again, wrapped one gloved hand around the base of Matt’s humongous balls, and said in his broken English, “Grill normally able to cook balls without help. But these balls extremely large, extremely thick and dense! Not cook evenly on grill. Therefore will use special metal rods to help cook balls.” He then lifts up a handful of slender metal rods, each about four feet long, the same length as the grill itself. “Push rods through balls, heat transfer from grill to metal in rods, cook balls from inside and outside at same time!” 

Despite the cold fear in the pit of his corrugated stomach, Matt snarled, “Do your worst, you sick fucker! Harpoon my fat baby makers! Skewer them on your grill! Hell, make ‘em look like a pair of massive pincushions!! I don’t fuckin’ care! I’m the toughest bull Marine stud you’re ever going to meet, and I can take whatever you dish out!” 

The scientist just smiled and selected the first metal rod. The slender steel needle had a very sharp, pointed tip, and the cruel Russian placed that tip against the side of Matt’s colossal left nut. He held the needle there for several moments, just letting the sharp tip poke against the slick and sweaty wall of the horribly battered bollock. Then, with a sudden and violent jab, he plunged the needle several inches into the squishy flesh. 

Matt’s arctic blue eyes bugged wide open and a bark of pain escaped his lips as he felt the steel rod spear deep into his left nut. He tensed and flexed his sweating, tortured, muscle-bound, iron-pumped body and gritted his teeth against the primal pain shooting from his skewered bollock. But the pain only grew as the cruel scientist continued to slowly spear the rod through his battered ball. 

As the sharpened rod erupted out the other side of his left ball and started to dig into his right, the big, strong American soldier flexed his muscular physique larger still, making his huge slabs of pectoral meat protrude even further from his chest, and he began to utter an unearthly bellow of animal agony. At that same moment, his colossal horse cock unleashed yet another massive load of clear, slimy precum, dousing the insides of the grill with his crystalline seminal juices. 

It was only a short time — though it felt like an eternity in hell for Matt — before the first metal rod burst out of the far side of the Marine’s bloated right ball. Surprisingly little blood leaked from the wounds on the sides of his balls, and in fact there was more milky sperm leaking from the freshly-punched holes than there was blood. The scientist didn’t stop, however, and he kept pushing the skewer through until the two mighty bollocks were situated in the center of the rod. 

Matt was now panting like he’d just run a marathon. Tears once again streamed down his handsome cheeks, for the fiery, burning pain was more intense than anything he’d ever felt before. Lance Corporal Schmidt began whimpering as the scientist started to stab a second rod through his balls. The pain was more than he had bargained for, more than he had ever suffered before, more than he would have believed ever could exist. But there was absolutely nothing that this impossibly beefy specimen of prime male pulchritude and vitality could do to stop this assault on his prized manhood! His heart felt like it was about to explode, icy-hot needles of pain were stabbing his lungs, his brain, he could barely breathe. But his herculean body betrayed him, his super human strength making him endure each puncture, feel every inch of progress the steel rod made as it speared through his battered and aching nut flesh. 

The lead scientist gleefully punched more and more spikes through the Marine’s screaming ball meat, each skewer running lengthwise through the side of one ball and out the other, parallel with the spikes that had come before. With such freakishly huge balls at his disposal, there was a tremendous amount of acreage to cover, and the scientist only hoped that he had enough metal rods to adequately complete the job. 

Amazingly, the mighty Marine began to grunt and growl as he began to thrust his muscular pelvis forward, proudly and defiantly pushing his impaled bollocks even more firmly into his torturer’s hands. Even the cruel and jaded Russian soldiers lining the edges of the room were awed and impressed by the Marine’s tremendous show of strength and bravery, and their grudging but profound respect for the American muscle bull grew. He may have been a filthy enemy, but he was meeting his end with incredibly strength and honor. 

Within a quarter of an hour, the preparations were nearly complete. The young Marine bull stud bravely and proudly looked down over his massive, iron-pumped pecs and deeply grooved, rock hard abs at his massive balls. The ginormous orbs had been harpooned by nearly a score of steel needles, and a mixture of blood and raw cum dripped from his wounded balls onto the grill below. Even as he watched, the scientist wrapped a slender length of copper wire around the elongated neck of the Marine’s stretched out scrotum and started to twist the wire closed. The muscular bull gasped as the wire began to bite into the thick neck of his sac, cutting deeper and deeper until it almost completely disappeared under the skin. The terrible ache in his poorly used and abused bollocks started to climb higher still, for now the blood and nutrient supply to his colossal cajones had been choked off by the wire. The pain was utterly unbearable, but somehow big Matt continued to stoically endure. 

The lead scientist explained to his suffering captive, “Wire cut off blood flow to balls and prevent you from dying while we cook nut meat. When cooking complete, I take scalpel and cut off balls just below wire, slicing through crushed neck of scrotum, and turn over balls to chefs who finish preparations and serve to our Fearless Leader. Wire keep you from bleeding out. Leave ugly and painful scar if allowed to live, but more likely you become organ donor for wealthy oligarchs. Gigantic bull cock to be cut out of body and mounted on wall as trophy.” 

“Do what you will to me, you sick fucking bastard!” the hunky Marine shouted defiantly. “I’ve always been more than willing to die for my country, for freedom! You can cook my balls, hack off my cock, and strip me for parts, but I will always be better than the likes of you!” 

“Brave until the end! Supreme Leader will like that!” 

“What?! Supreme Leader!?!” Matt cried. “Do you mean Vladimir PUTIN!?! The fucking dictator of Russia is gonna eat my fucking BALLS?!?!” 

“Yes, of course!” taunted the evilly grinning scientist. “Supreme Leader is elsewhere in facility right now, watching entire show via video! Want to say hello to him in camera?” 

“FUCK YOU, PUTIN!!” the defiant Marine bull bellowed. “You will never win!! The United States and its allies will defeat you!! And I hope you get indigestion from these huge, tough, Marine bull balls!!!” 

“Such bravery and defiance!” cooed the scientist. “Truly a spectacular specimen of manhood! Supreme Leader will gain much power and virility once he eats such massive balls!” 

While the two men had been exchanging words, other scientists had taken the ends of the metal rods and inserted them into place on either side of the gas grill. In order to do so, however, they had to pull Matt’s harpooned nuts even farther down from his crotch, stretching them to a phenomenal eight inches, but after everything else that the young man’s mighty balls had already suffered, being stretched almost to the breaking point was almost nothing in comparison. 

The gas grill clicked several times, and then a burst of great heat enveloped the undersides of Matt’s bloated nuts. Blue flames erupted all along the bottom of the grill, and though their fiery tongues fell more than half a foot shy of the huge lumps of man meat secured above them, the terrible heat was already starting to make Matt’s nuts sweat and turn an even darker shade of red. 

While Matt stared in horror at the burning grill, he noticed that the far ends of the rods were starting to glow a dull red from where they connected to the grill. He suddenly realized that there were electric filaments in the sides of the grill as well, which were even now starting to heat up the metal rods. Even as he watched, the ends of the rods were turning a brighter and brighter red, and that redness was gradually traveling down the lengths of the rods toward his skewered and helpless balls. 

The hunky Marine bull began to bellow in agony as the awesome heat fully enveloped both of his mammoth nuts. Even his colossal bull cock, quivering and throbbing high above the grill’s surface, was engulfed in pain as the terrible heat licked its way up its tremendous length all the way to its huge, bloated, mushroom-shaped head. And just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, the heated rods reached the edges of the stud’s speared balls, searing the tender tissues and then tunneling deeper into their beefy depths. 

While the flames cooked the exterior of his balls from below, the red-hot metal rods were starting to cook them from the inside. The bull hunk of a Marine was now screeching in inhuman agony, thrashing so hard against his restraints that he looked like he might tear himself apart. His battered balls had now turned a bright, lobster red, and their undersides were beginning to blister. The increasing temperatures inside of his balls was causing all of that too-long-held spunk to start to heat up as well. As Matt’s vast reservoir of splooge neared the boiling point, thick clots of his raw sperm began to spurt out of the dozens of puncture wounds, sizzling as they struck the flames below and adding to the heady and disturbingly delicious aroma of slowly cooking ball meat. 

It wouldn’t be much longer before the hunky Marine’s proud bull nuts were cooked all the way through. In just a short while, nothing would remain of Marine Lance Corporal Matthew Schmidt but a memory. His behemoth balls would soon become a feast for Supreme Leader Vladimir Putin, his nearly foot-and-a-half-long, ass-splitting, USDA Prime monster meat would become a trophy on his wall, and the rest of his spectacularly muscular body would be butchered for parts. The young muscle bull finally felt true despair as he suffered the agony of having his balls cooked alive on his body. 

Suddenly, all of the men in the room could hear the staccato sound of gunfire in the distance. Looks of confusion were passed around the room as the men struggled to understand what was going on. Confusion turned to concern and then to panic as the men realized that they were under attack…and that the soldiers in the room were armed with nothing more than oversized meat tenderizers. 

The sound of gunfire became louder as it drew closer, and even Matt, nearly lost in a haze of incomprehensible agony, started to register the sound. Hope suddenly swelled in his heart. Could this be a rescue party, come to save him!? He feared that they would already be too late to save whatever was left of his proud bull nuts, however, for his massive man orbs were now glowing red from within, the super heated rods cooking them from the inside out! 

The soldiers and scientists scrambled to barricade the door, but it was to no avail. A sudden explosion sent both doors careening into the room, neatly decapitating one scientist and severely wounding several of the soldiers. Through the smoke, a team of elite U.S. Marines poured into the smoke-filled chamber, their automatic weapons raised and pointed at every Russian in the room. Realizing that fighting was hopeless, the Russian soldiers dropped their makeshift weapons, and the entire room surrendered. 

A trio of Marines rushed to the bellowing captive’s side and immediately turned off the grill. The many rods still glowed a bright cherry red, however, so two of the men donned insulated gloves, pulled the rods off of the grill, and then — as quickly but as tenderly as possible — started to yank the rods out of Matt’s still-burning flesh. Gouts of dead, clotted spunk spurted from each wound as the rods were pulled free and thrown to the floor, but in under a minute, the last of the red-hot rods had been roughly and violently pulled out of Matt’s nuts. 

As the Russian prisoners were rounded up, bound, and led from the room, a group of medics rushed forward to inspect the nearly 400-pound muscle man, who was not only alive but incredibly still conscious! The majority of his body was clearly free of injury, and even his monstrous bull cock, though an angry lobster red from the grill’s heat, was otherwise completely intact. They therefore focused their attentions on the ruins of his horribly and gruesomely mangled balls. 

The medics weren’t even sure what they were looking at upon first glance, as the blackened, blistered sac didn’t look like it could possibly contain a set of human testicles. The two colossal sphere-like shapes encased in that cracked and charred purse were each bigger than a bowling ball, MANY orders of magnitude too large to be human testes. One of the medics noticed the copper wire crimped around the neck of the young man’s mangled scrotum, and he realized that the only way to save the young Marine’s life was to slice the cooked and bloated ball bag off of him. He grabbed the nearby scalpel, held it up against the neck of the massive, fleshly bag, and prepared to make the slice that would finish what the evil Russian scientist had started, and turn the alpha male bull stud into a steer forever. 

At the last moment, another Marine rushed forward and shouted for the medic to stop. The young man was a member of Matt’s own platoon, he explained, and he told the medics that the beefy bull had been blessed with impossibly massive nuts. The Marine pleaded with the medics to try to do what they could to save Matt’s balls. The medic explained that untying the copper wire and allowing blood flow back into the ruined orbs could kill the young stud, but the Marine insisted, saying that it was what Lance Corporal Schmidt would have wanted. 

The medic started untwisting the copper wire, releasing its stranglehold on Matt’s bloated nutsac. As the blood and oxygen were finally allowed to flow into the young man’s starved tissues, the slam of agony into his balls was finally more than even Lance Corporal Matthew Schmidt could take, and the young muscle man finally, mercifully, passed out. 

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It was touch and go for the next couple of days. Matt was immediately rushed to the nearest military hospital, and his wounds tended to the greatest extent possible. The blisters, charring, and even puncture wounds were not as dire as had been originally feared, and the doctors had high hopes that these injuries would heal nicely. But the vast majority of the damage to Matt’s herculean huevos had been done on the inside. The young man’s bollocks had clearly been beyond-brutally beaten, and that trauma alone would likely be sufficient to kill the young man’s gigantic testes. But the doctors determined that the terrific heat they’d been exposed to, both within and without, would be more than enough to finish them off. They believed that there was simply no way that any man’s balls could survive such extensive trauma. Lance Corporal Schmidt was kept in a medically-induced coma as his recovery was closely watched, and his medical team prayed that even a tiny fraction of his manhood could be saved. 

However, after the first five or six days went by, it became clear that the young Marine’s bull nuts were NOT going to die. Their swelling dramatically decreased (though they would never be smaller than extra large coconuts ever again), the blisters went away, and even the charred skin on the underside of his massive nutsac flaked away to reveal pink and healing skin beneath. Even the dozens of puncture wounds on the sides of his massive balls were healing, leaving behind a very faint spattering of tiny, virtually unnoticeable scars that almost looked like freckles on the sides of his nuts. 

But what of the young man’s fabled virility? Had his mighty bollocks been beaten to impotency? Had the sperm-producing tissues been burned out by the super heated metal rods? Would Matt ever again experience the exquisite release of a mighty gusher of lush, potent, life-giving sperm? The jury was still out on that. 

Before the doctors started to take Matt out of his coma, they performed one last surgery on the huge Marine bull. They delicately reopened the small incision at the back of his healing scrotum, fished out the ends of his severed sperm ducts, and reattached them to each other. Now all they could do was sit back and pray. 

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When Matt finally regained consciousness, he found himself at one of the top military hospitals in Berlin. By then, all external evidence of the abuses he had suffered had already healed, leaving virtually no marks on his exquisitely-formed physique. Many of the other members of his unit were by his side when he woke up, and they all breathed a huge sigh of relief when it was clear that their buddy and compatriot was going to be okay. 

After the Marine buddies were given a chance to catch up, the other men were ushered from the room and top brass entered the Lance Corporal’s hospital room to give him a full debriefing. Matt learned that the U.S. government had been aware of the kidnapping and black market slave trading of American and Allied troops in Russia for some time now, but had been unable to crack it. One Major had the brilliant idea of secretly implanting tracking devices inside the dog tags of soldiers, so that if they were taken, the government could track them. The program had been very secretly implemented just a month before Matt’s own abduction, and was crucial in their success of tracking the young man down and rescuing him. 

Matt informed the generals that Vladimir Putin himself was involved in the slave trade, and had in fact been the intended recipient of his own huge balls. The brass told the young Marine that they were now aware of that fact, and had narrowly missed capturing Putin himself when they’d stormed the hidden mountain facility in Kazakhstan, where Matt was being held. But while Vladimir Putin and his top aides had made their escape during the raid, allied forces had secured a vast supply of military vehicles and other materiel, as well as capturing scores of scientists, doctors, researchers, and other personnel who had been hard at work on chemical and biological weapons. The allied forces had simultaneously struck at other locations in Turkey, Afghanistan, and the Ukraine, rescuing many dozens of captured soldiers, including the score or so of young men who have been on Matt’s cargo plane during his long flight. 

The generals heartily thanked Matt for his pivotal role in making a huge dent in the soldier slave trade, and told him that he would be receiving a number of medals and commendations as a result. They also said, however, that he could never talk about anything that had occurred. The entire operation and its aftermath were completely hush-hush and top secret. They explained that Vladimir Putin could not seek revenge or speak out against the military raids without implicating himself and his own government in their vile and evil activities. The rest of the world would turn on Russia if they ever knew what had happened, which was what was allowing the U.S. government to cover up their involvement in breaking the slave trade and rescuing so many prisoners. 

Matt was stunned by all of this news, and his head spun as he sorted through all of the facts. The generals promised that they would meet with the young man again, but told him to focus on healing in the meanwhile. 

Even after his months-long ordeal and more than a week in a medical coma, Matt’s physical recovery took only a matter of a few days, shocking the doctors and staff at the hospital. But the young man had vivid memories of every moment of his torment at the hands of the Russians, and he, too, wondered if his huge balls would ever function again. They looked and felt normal as he cradled them in his own huge hands. Sure, they were even bigger than ever before, and now permanently hung almost half a foot from his muscular crotch, but they looked healthy and hale, and they were no longer throbbing with inhuman pain. In fact, the young Marine felt rather randy, and he hoped that was a good sign. 

When he was finally cleared by his doctors, Matt took the big next step of seeing if his sexual equipment worked any longer. He was given a private room in the hospital and a sample container for his sperm, and then allowed to be alone for some ‘private time’. Despite his trepidation, Matt’s cock grew hard in no time, unfurling to its full extraordinary size and throbbing powerfully in front of him. It appeared that the size increase he had achieved during his captivity was permanent as well, for his monstrous bull cock now measured at just over 16.5 inches long and 12.5 inches in circumference at its widest point. He sadly realized that he was indeed too big to ever fuck any hole again, be it mouth, vagina, or ass, without tearing it apart. But at the same time, he was intensely proud of and turned on by his own magnificent and monumental size. 

He started stroking his huge cock with both of his big, muscular hands, and that familiar tingle started to grow inside of his mammoth balls. That tingle grew and grew, becoming more intense than any erotic sensations he’d ever felt before, and Matt began to panic that his equipment wasn’t working after all. He’d never climbed to such heights of ecstasy without blowing his load, and he thought he might pass out from the intensity of the sensations. But then, just before he thought his heart might give out, he hit his mark, and his orgasm began. 

Matt wasn’t prepared for the sheer force and volume of his titanic release. His first blast of cum was an unbroken stream that lasted for almost two full seconds, and painted an absolutely enormous, messy letter ’S’ on the wall in front of him. The hunky Marine’s knees almost buckled as the second blast hit, even larger and more powerful than the first, painting a thick slash of chunky white splooge up the wall and extending almost to the ceiling! Matt’s loins were pumping and contracting like never before, and the volume of spunk he was pounding out was simply super human! 

On the fifth or sixth blast, Matt had the presence of mind to point his shuddering cock at the sample container, but the blast struck the bottom of the plastic cup so hard that it very nearly tore the cup out of Matt’s hand. As it was, the container was instantly filled to overflowing, and the bulk of the sperm slug splattered wetly across the length of an entire table and onto the floor beyond. 

Matt must have cum for more than a full minute, and by the end of his epic release, he had painted every surface in the small room with ropes and streamers of his hyper abundant spume. Huge slugs of the staggeringly thick fluid dripped everywhere, and the whole room reeked of the young man’s funk. Miraculously, the clothes he’d folded in a corner had escaped being soaked in jizz, so he got dressed, put the cap on the sample cup, and exited the room, closing the door hurriedly behind him. A smiling nurse retrieved the sample cup from him, and her eyes flew wide when she saw that the container had been filled to the brim. She flashed a brilliant smile at the hulking young Marine, making the handsome stud blush as he hurriedly walked away. He was most of the way down the hall when he heard the nurse open the door and gasp at the mess she found inside, and he smirked as he exited the unit. 

Later that day, doctor’s tests confirmed what Matt already knew — not only was he still a fertile and virile stud, but his sperm count was literally off the charts! Whatever damage had been caused to the impossibly beefy interiors of Matt’s mammoth nuts, there was no evidence of it now. It appeared that Matt’s balls were pumping out sperm and testosterone like never before! 

Matt was discharged later that same day with a clean bill of health, and he returned to the nearby military barracks to await his new assignment. 

He was surprised the next day by a visit to one of the general’s aides from earlier in his hospital stay. The young man informed Matt that the military wanted to provide him with a two-week vacation on a small island off the coast of Italy, as a small way to thank the young Marine for his vital and pivotal role in halting the soldier slave trade. The aide explained that a helicopter was already waiting for them, so Matt grabbed his standard-issue duffle bag and followed. 

After a several hour flight, the helicopter landed on a small and beautiful island in the heart of the sparkling Mediterranean Sea. A beautiful villa sat atop the center of the island, and the aide explained that all of Matt’s needs would be accommodated during his stay. The young Marine was wowed and astounded by the beauty of the island and his accommodations, and obediently followed the aide down to the basement wine cellar. 

The aide then explained that what Matt was about to see was top secret, then he opened a hidden panel in the wall to expose a very large, well-lit room beyond. Matt’s bright blue eyes grew wide as he quickly took in the contents of the large chamber. More than 30 men ringed the walls of the large room, each man completely naked, gagged, and bound, shackled by chains to the wall behind him. And Matt’s surprise grew even greater when he realized that he recognized each and every man in the room! These were none other than the Russian scientists and soldiers who had so cruelly used and abused him inside the mountain fortress!! The bound men instantly recognized Matt, too, for they all began to writhe and scream through their gags, terrified by the hulking young muscle man’s arrival. 

The smiling aide then explained that each of the men in the room had been thoroughly interrogated and were no longer of any use to the government. They would eventually wind up in a military prison, but before being sent there, the top brass thought it might be fitting for Lance Corporal Schmidt to have a couple of weeks to perform some ‘interrogation’ of his own. Matt then noticed all of the other equipment in the room — weights, chains, whips, clamps, and a vast assortment of other toys and accessories. As a malicious smile began to spread across his own handsome face, Matt heard the aide instruct him to try to not kill any of the prisoners, but that if some men had some unfortunate ‘accidents’ while in his care, the government would look the other way. The aide then excused himself with a smile, and closed the door behind him. 

An excited and eager Matt began to strip out of his military fatigues and get completely naked, wanting the men in the room to see just how intact he still was. He then flexed his huge shoulders and cracked the knuckles of his hands. This was going to be a GREAT vacation…!