Saturday, March 27, 2021

Jon Fucks Up His Nuts - Part 2

Here's the second chapter in the 3-chapter series. Things are gonna get decidedly more painful for Jon's gargantuan gonads...


Jon Fucks Up His Nuts - Part 2

Based on an original story by Sack Stomper


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WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!!

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!!

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!!

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!!

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!!

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!!


Jon’s mind was awash with both pleasure and pain as his bollocks continued to sustain a truly mind blowing beating. The blunt force trauma was causing the stud’s huge balls to start to redden, and his well-trained eye could see that the already gargantuan orbs were starting to swell slightly, but the pair of mighty man nuts were still going strong. Jon wanted more than anything to put his balls through their paces, to test the absolute limits of their super human endurance. Hell, he NEEDED it. So without further ado, he cranked the remote’s knob to Intensity 4. 


WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 


Jon howled in agony as his enormous bollocks were crushed almost halfway flat beneath each blow of the huge wooden finial. Sweat was breaking out all over Jon’s magnificent physique and he writhed in pain, even as his moans and groans of pleasure took on ever greater intensity. 


WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 


The finial slammed into his screaming sac yet again. The wooden ball was really… 


WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 


…slamming into his junk something good! These were now some of the hardest blows he’d ever taken…


WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 


…in his balls, by machine or otherwise! It felt like that angry college muscle jock… 


WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 


…had traded out his baseball bat for a heavy, granite-pulverizing sledgehammer! 


WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 


In fact, the blows were really starting to… 


WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 


HURT!! At the same time, Jon’s 36.5-inch monster cock had never felt so hard or so fat in his life! 


WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 


In fact, if the blows didn’t stop soon… 


WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 


…Jon realized that he was going to… 


WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 


…CUM!!!


The scientists, doctors, and other researchers at the bioresearch lab had witnessed and studied Jon’s colossal seminal emissions hundreds of times, but the sight never ceased to amaze and astound them. The young man’s monumental orgasms were on a size and scale that was beyond super human, measured not in ounces, but instead in pints and quarts and gallons, and none of the scientists could explain it. Jon was simply a medical marvel, a freak of nature, a god among men. 


Even Jon’s most mundane loads were the stuff of legend, insanely copious displays of hyper masculine virility. And the more turned on he was, the bigger his cum loads… and nothing turned big Jon on more than heavy testicular abuse! The harder the better! 


And this was some of the heaviest and hardest abuse Jon’s behemoth balls had ever received! 


The first canon blast of spunk was a true gusher of sperm, a finger-thick, unbroken rope of cum that must have measured close to a dozen feet long! Powered by three feet of the thickest, hardest, strongest muscle cock in the world, that almighty rocket of spume shot out with terrific force, and would have sailed straight on into the next room if an obstacle hadn’t been in its way. As it was, the nearly floor-to-ceiling standing mirror stood in the doorway about 15 feet in front of Jon, and his first super human blast of stud cum collided with its silvered surface with a loud and messy SPLAT!!! 


WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 


The finial struck Jon’s screaming nuts again with a loud and beefy retort, propelling a second, even LARGER rope of cum to shoot out of the young man’s fleshy Howitzer. This second blast completed what the first shot had started, nearly completely coating the surface of the huge mirror and obscuring its reflective surface with the tremendously thick, creamy white bullion of Jon’s hyper virile loins. 


WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 


Each devastating hammer blow ripped another titanic rope of cum out of Jon’s thundering bull cock, over and over and over again, painting incredibly thick lines of chunky jizz from the chair all the way to the cum-drenched mirror, and beyond! More than a gallon of the incredibly thick splooge had already been spilled, but Jon’s busy nuts were still pumping out more of the stuff, in a seemingly never-ending deluge of male fertility. 


WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 


Jon’s epic orgasm thundered on and on for nearly two full minutes, pumping out scores of thick and gloopy cum ropes, and coating the entire standing mirror in multiple layers of his insanely dense and chunky spew. A massive puddle of the stuff had also formed beneath the mirror, and long sticky ropes and trailers of the stuff led extended between Jon and the sperm-drenched obstacle 15 feet away. It was perhaps the single greatest orgasm of Jon’s young life, and the pleasure made the toes curl on his huge, muscular feet. 


But Jon didn’t have the luxury of enjoying his post-orgasmic bliss, for the relentless Annihilator kept right on hammering at his battered and aching nuts! 


WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHACK-CRUUUNCH!!! 


The muscle man’s huge balls were even more tender immediately after an orgasm, so the deep, throbbing ache in his nuts seemed to explode by an order of magnitude as the wooden sphere continued to lay waste to his manhood. Grunting and grinning, Jon used the fingers of his right hand to turn down the dial on the remote, intending to go back to Intensity 1 for a few minutes, and then build back up again. 


In the fog of orgasmic bliss, however, Jon’s fingers slipped. 


The huge muscle bull could only watch in horror as he accidentally knocked the remote control off of the armrest. The small black remote seemed to tumble in slow motion on its short trip to the floor below, landing on its side with a dull clang. 


WHA-CRUUUUNCH!!!!

WHA-CRUUUUNCH!!!!

WHA-CRUUUUNCH!!!!


Jon thought the wind might be knocked out of his lungs, for the intensity of the finial’s blows had doubled yet again. It now felt like that sledgehammer-wielding college jock had morphed into a super heavyweight bodybuilder with a vendetta against Jon’s aching and screaming balls. 


WHA-CRUUUUNCH!!!!

WHA-CRUUUUNCH!!!!

WHA-CRUUUUNCH!!!!


The big fingers on Jon’s right hand wiggled in the air in a futile manner as if trying to reach for the remote, but even though the control device was only a couple of feet out of his reach, it may as well have been located halfway around the world. 


WHA-CRUUUUNCH!!!!

WHA-CRUUUUNCH!!!!

WHA-CRUUUUNCH!!!!


The speed and severity of the blows were unlike anything Jon had experienced before, and the stratospheric levels of pleasure and agony had his entire, colossally muscular form breaking out in a fresh sheen of sweat. But even as his brain was swimming with endorphins like never before, Jon was beginning to panic, for he knew that even HIS insanely tough and resilient balls couldn’t sustain such brutally intense abuse for the remainder of the two hours. If he couldn’t turn down the Annihilator, and soon, then his proud and mighty balls would be obliterated!! 


WHU-CRUUUUUNCH!!!!

WHU-CRUUUUUNCH!!!!

WHU-CRUUUUUNCH!!!!


Jon gasped in fresh agony as the force of the blows doubled once AGAIN, hammering into his squashing nuts with truly super human strength. Out of instinct, he attempted to stand up out of harm’s way but was stopped cold by the bolted down chair. The finial was crushing his mammoth bollocks nearly halfway flat with each devastating blow, and though both nuts were instantly springing back to their healthy ovoid shapes between each strike, they were rapidly turning a darker and darker red, expanding even more as the traumatized tissues started to swell within each massive teste. 


WHU-CRUUUUUNCH!!!!

WHU-CRUUUUUNCH!!!!

WHU-CRUUUUUNCH!!!!


Jon’s monumentally muscular body was bucking and writhing as much as his bonds would allow, which was precious little. He fought with a strength born of desperation, struggling mightily against the shackles holding his limbs securely bound. But no matter how monstrously huge his muscles flexed, no matter how powerfully he strained, Jon couldn’t hope to break free. He had built the sturdy oak chair himself, and deep down, he knew that even HIS freakishly supernatural strength wouldn’t be enough to free him and save his valiant but doomed mega nuts. 


WHU-

CRUUUUUNCH!!!!

WHU-

CRUUUUUNCH!!!!

WHU-

CRUUUUUNCH!!!!


“GAAAAAAAA!!!!!” 


A thunderous bellow erupted from Jon’s enormous barrel chest as the force behind each blow increased yet AGAIN! His pale blue eyes wide with terror, Jon suddenly realized why the severity of the hammer blows were continuing to increase — the remote had landed sideways with the edge of the dial resting on the hardwood floor. The powerful reverberations of each hammer blow were being transmitted through Jon’s own balls into the oak chair and the floor below, and those vibrations were causing the dial to slowly turn. It was already set at Intensity level 7, a bludgeoning force unlike anything Jon had even remotely experienced before, and he knew with a sick certainty that if it kept on going, it would eventually reach Intensity Level 10. Jon knew that the current power level would soon prove fatal to his nearly busted nuts, and that Level 10 would guarantee total annihilation of his massive and almighty bollocks. 


WHU-

CRUUUUUNCH!!!!

WHU-

CRUUUUUNCH!!!!

WHU-

CRUUUUUNCH!!!!


Big Jon was howling in continuous agony now, his horrified eyes forced to watch as his poor beleaguered bollocks were hammered flatter and flatter with each terrible blow. Mottled purple bruises were erupting all over the vast surfaces of both massive nuts, and their once unnaturally firm solidity was becoming markedly softer and squishier with each passing minute. 


At the same time, and against all sanity or reason, Jon’s titanic truncheon of a cock was bigger and harder than it had ever been in the young man’s life. So hard that it HURT! Brand new veins, some thicker than pencils, were sprouting all up and down that colossal column of alpha manhood, and it felt like at any moment the overstretched, gossamer-thin skin encapsulating that throbbing tower of beef would split wide open. Somehow, the deadly and unrelenting pummeling of his balls had triggered something deep in Jon’s psyche. His greatest, deepest, darkest fantasy was to put his herculean manhood totally on the line, and now his behemoth balls were being put to the ultimate test. Somehow, deep down, Jon always knew that he would push things too far. And now he would be forced to watch, vulnerable and utterly helpless, as his beautiful, bountiful balls were hammered to oblivion. 


WHU-

CRUUUUUNCH!!!!

WHU-

CRUUUUUNCH!!!!

WHU-

CRUUUUUNCH!!!!

WHU-

CRUUUUUNCH!!!!

WHU-

CRUUUUUNCH!!!!

WHU-

CRUUUUUNCH!!!!


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Mark’s heart was thundering in his throat. His UPS truck was parked out in front of Jon Thorsten’s house, and he had been sitting in the cab for nearly ten minutes, struggling with the decision of whether or not to get out of his car and knock on the muscle titan’s door. He knew that he shouldn’t, he knew that he should instead drive away right now before he fell behind on his deliveries and lost his job. 


He was just about to turn the key in the ignition and drive away when he suddenly stopped, blushed furiously, cursed himself, and all but leapt out of the truck. His mind lost in a fog of lust, he hardly registered making his way up the walkway or climbing the steps onto Mr. Thorsten’s front porch. Before he could stop himself, he was ringing the doorbell, heart pounding so hard he thought he might pass out. 


Half a minute ticked by without a response, so Mark pressed the doorbell again. And a third time another half a minute later, followed by a firm knock on the door and a shouted hello. No reply was forthcoming. 


Mark was about to turn away and leave, crestfallen at missing the chance to see the giant muscle god one more time, when he heard a strange noise. It was a faint, rhythmic sound coming from somewhere inside the large house. A steady THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD, almost like a washing machine that was off balance, only deeper and stronger. Intrigued and curious, Mark made his way off the porch and started circling around the house, hoping to find the source of the unusual sound… 


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WHU-

SCRUUNCH!!!!

WHU-

SCRUUNCH!!!!

WHU-

SCRUUNCH!!!!


Jon was delirious with agony at this point, deep baritone bellows and howls coming from deep inside his mighty chest as he felt his gigantic balls steadily crumbling under the beyond-brutal onslaught. The remote had cranked up to Intensity 8 some time ago, and the sounds emanating from his bludgeoned balls were now sounding wetter and squishier. The huge muscle man knew that his failing balls must by now be suffering permanent damage, and he was frankly amazed that his mangled nuts hadn’t simply exploded already. Nevertheless, the disturbingly wet crunching sounds coming from his balls were a terrible sign, and with nearly a full hour to go before the manacles securing his arms would automatically release, he knew it wouldn’t be long before his traumatized testicles spectacularly burst in a shower of broken beef and gore. 


At the same time, though the all-consuming agony, Jon was more turned on than he’d ever been in his life. He knew that his fabled manhood was about to meet an unspeakably brutal and violent end, yet his cock was so bloated, distended, and diamond hard that the overstretched skin covering the enormous sex organ was as shiny as glass. If his once-mighty balls hadn’t already been hammered into uselessness, then Jon would have sworn that he was on the verge of cumming right now! 


WHU-

SPLUNCH!!!!!

WHU-

SPLUNCH!!!!!

WHU-

SPLUNCH!!!!!


Jon screamed in redoubled agony as the dial reached Intensity Level 9, the wooden finial driving in hard and faster than it had been just a moment before. The Annihilator was starting to quiver and shudder on the table, flinging the finial-headed lever so hard and so fast that the machine looked like it was going to shake itself apart. But unfortunately for Jon, the device was too stoutly made, and he’d done too good a job of bolting it to the table. The Annihilator would be more than capable of keeping up its pace of testicular devastation. 


WHU-

SPLUNCH!!!!!

WHU-

SPLUNCH!!!!!

WHU-

SPLUNCH!!!!!


The handsome hunk bellowed in animal agony as he felt the delicate tissues and membranes inside his massive balls being steadily torn apart. His bloated and puffy testicles had nearly doubled in size by this point, and the wooden ball was crashing into them so insanely hard now that they were being compressed nearly as flat as hamburger patties! Even worse, between blows when the finial would lift off of Jon’s battered nuts, the struggling gonads now longer plumped up to the full ovoid glory. Instead, the ill-used sex organs remained partially — and perhaps permanently — flattened. 


The howling hulk was too far gone in pain and panic to be dwelling on his sexual fantasies, but if he did, then he would probably be likening the current extreme force being hammered into his nuts to one of those hydraulic pile drivers one sees at construction sites, pounding huge steel pylons deep into the earth. 


Jon’s balls had already endured uncounted hundreds of ball-bursting hammer blows, but it was clear that they couldn’t hope to survive many more, especially not at this extreme level of intensity. 


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Mark was surprised at just how big this house really was. With all of the trees and tall landscaping out front, he hadn’t been able to see that Jon Thorsten’s residence wasn’t just a house, it was a mansion! It took him longer than he would have thought to work his way around the enormous home, trying to peer in through the windows and find the source of the strange thumping sound. 


As he finally made his way around to the rear of the building, the rhythmic sound started becoming a bit louder, and he worked his way closer to investigate…


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WHU-

SPLUNCH!!!!!

WHU-

SCRUNCH!!!!

WHU-

SCRINCH!!!!!


Jon was by now sobbing and babbling incoherently between guttural howls of agony. He continued to thrash violently against his restraints, sweat spraying off his drenched muscles as he valiantly but uselessly continued to fight against his bindings. He doubted that there was anything still worth saving between his outrageously muscular legs, but since neither of his huge testicles had actually ruptured yet, he continued to struggle in the vain hope that he might be able to salvage something, ANYthing, of his once proud masculinity. 


And that’s when the dial on the remote control ticked the final turn, turning up The Annihilator to Intensity Level 10. 


WHUP-

SPLAT!!!!!


“AAAAAIEEEEE!!!!” Jon screamed as the wooden finial crashed into his bruised, battered, and thoroughly busted nuts with the force of a 5-ton wrecking ball. His gigantic gonads were instantly pancaked to a mere fraction of their normal monumental girth, crushed nearly flat by the force of the blow. 


WHUP-

SPLAT!!!!!

WHUP-

SPLAT!!!!!

WHUP-

SPLAAT!!!!!


What little structural integrity yet remained inside of Jon’s twin sperm tanks was being systematically pounded out of existence by the relentless hammering of The Annihilator. All of Jon’s unborn children and his potential future as a father were being ground into procreative paste inside of his hideously bruised nutsac, and there was nothing he could do about it! 


WHUP-

SPLAT!!!!!

WHUP-

SPLAT!!!!!

WHUP-

SPLAT!!!!!


The sound the machine was making with each annihilating impact was turning softer and wetter than ever, as the swelling contents of Jon’s scrotum were being literally pulverized. It almost sounded like the finial was striking a huge bag of wet oatmeal, and a devastated Jon mourned the impending loss of his proud bull balls. His struggles to break free grew weaker and weaker, as the staccato CRUNCH-CRUNCH-CRUNCH hammering of his dying balls was sapping what was left of his phenomenal strength. 


WHUP-

SPLAT!!!!!

WHUP-

SPLOSH!!!!

WHUP-

SPLOSH!!!!


The machine was now slamming the wooden ball into Jon’s crotch so quickly and so hard that his precious balls were on the verge of imploding like a collapsing soufflĂ©. Insanely tough as he was, Jon was starting to fade in and out of consciousness, his brain simply unable to deal with the almost unimaginable agony of having his mighty nuts slowly ground into hamburger meat. The Annihilator was mercilessly laying waste to his manhood, the wooden finial driving further and further into the softening, bloated mass of nut meat with each hit. As it continued to power drive into his nuts, the sound the finial made with each hit was getting noticeably wetter and sloshier… 


WHUP-

SPLOSH!!!!

WHUP-

SPLISH!!!!

WHUP-

SPLOOSH!!


Hideous wet sploshing sounds came from Jon’s utterly wrecked bollocks with each rapid fire impact, any one of which could easily be the final blow, the impact that would shatter the remains of the stud’s beefy, burly bull balls and destroy whatever still remained of his once glorious manhood. Both mammoth nuts, swollen to near bursting and barely even recognizable as a pair of oversized human testicles, had already been pounded, hammered, and crushed to the very brink of extinction. Any vestige of the once firm and fantastically enormous sex glands was rapidly being reduced to a liquified, pulped mass of pulverized manhood. 


A sobbing Jon, tears streaming down his achingly handsome face, could only watch in growing resignation as the merciless machine kept on pounding and pounding and pounding, awaiting the violent and ignoble end to his status as the biggest, strongest, most muscular, and most spectacularly hung Alpha Male in human history…