Jon Fucks Up His Nuts - Part 1

Thank you all for bearing with me and the intermittent droughts on my blog. I have several finished stories ready to post, but haven't been spending much time writing new ones, so I'm going to portion these out a bit more slowly. The story below is part of a 3-chapter series, and I hope you all enjoy it. It features one of the BIGGEST men I have yet created! :)

Jon Fucks Up His Nuts - Part 1

Based on an original story by Sack Stomper

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Mark was finally nearing the end of his work day. The 22-year-old UPS driver had started his delivery run at 6 AM, so it was still early afternoon, with plenty of time left to enjoy this beautiful spring Friday. Mark was thinking about heading to the gym after work, then hanging out with the guys for dinner and maybe some drinks downtown. Hell, maybe he’d even hook up with some hot guy from the bar, as he was feeling particularly randy and horny. Mark was an exceedingly handsome young man in his own right, with a toned, muscular build, thick brown hair, and gorgeous blue eyes, and he was never hurting for male companionship. Nevertheless, it had been a while since he’d had sex, and the big equipment between his legs felt even heavier than usual. 

Mark absentmindedly adjusted the large block and tackle packed into his brown UPS shorts as he pulled up to the next address on his route. The house was a beautiful two-story residence in a very affluent neighborhood, the kind of neighborhood with large trees lining both sides of the street, multiple-acre lots, verdant lawns, and immaculate landscaping. This particular house was on one of the largest lots in the neighborhood, and was nearly completely screened from the street by trees, hedges, and lush landscaping, making it even more private than most. The young UPS driver whistled in awe and no small amount of jealousy at the amount of wealth represented by the stunningly beautiful house. 

Mark scooped up the medium-sized box, confirmed the address, and stepped out of his van into the sunlight. His uniform shirt clung tightly to his buff, sculpted torso and showed off the swell of his large pecs and the impressive size and breadth of his big shoulders. His large bicep muscles bulged as he hugged the moderately heavy package to his body, crossing the street and walking up the paved path to the house. His brown shorts hugged his thick and muscular bubble butt, and his exposed thigh muscles flexed dramatically with each step. The young man was proud of all of the hard work he’d put into building up his upper body, but it was really his ass and legs that were his showpieces, built from years of playing soccer in high school and college, and made even thicker and beefier by carrying heavy packages for a living. 

In summary, young Mark was sex on a stick, and he walked up that garden path with all of the unselfconscious confidence and swagger of a man in his youthful prime who knew just how beautiful he truly was. 

Mark effortlessly climbed the half dozen or so steps up to the front porch and then rang the doorbell, turning away from the door once again to admire the lovely neighborhood. 

A few moments later, the front door opened, and Mark turned around to greet the resident. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks, and left him standing there with his mouth agape. 

Standing before him was the biggest, tallest, most outrageously muscular, and most heart-stoppingly handsome man Mark had ever seen. The blond behemoth looked to be a full foot taller than Mark’s own 5 feet, 9 inches, and had to weigh at least TWICE as much as Mark’s more-than-respectable 220 pounds! And ALL of it was muscle! 

The gigantic muscle man was wearing nothing but a tight white tank top, dark green basketball shorts, and an oversized (and overstuffed) black fanny pack, so his gargantuan physique was on nearly full display. Mark had always been a fan of bodybuilders, the bigger the better, but he’d never seen a man even remotely as huge and densely muscular as this dude, even in photos! Mark was staring the huge dude directly in mid chest, and the big man nearly completely filled the wide doorway. The man’s shoulders were EASILY over 3 and a half feet wide, maybe even closer to 4 feet, with delts the size of medicine balls. His upper arms were utterly outrageous, perhaps even monstrous, two titanic mounds of chiseled muscle that must have measured at least 36 inches around! That was a good 4 or 5 inches bigger around than Mark’s own WAIST!! The man’s chest was utterly magnificent, so thick and dense that the pecs looked like they protruded a good 8 or 9 inches from his enormous ribcage, and with such a pronounced overhang that they cast a significant shadow over his upper abs. The chiseled cobblestones of his rock-like abdominal muscles were clearly visible even through the tank top, and the taper of his ultra wide shoulders and flaring lats down to his relatively narrow waist was nothing shy of majestic. Hell, it looked like his waist circumference was perhaps only an inch or two larger than that of his extraordinary upper arms!!! Mark hadn’t thought it was possible for a man’s legs to fill out a pair of baggy basketball shorts, but this herculean hulk’s thighs were so massive with muscle that the astounded UPS driver could make out every curve and cut of those gargantuan columns of muscle even through the shorts. The guy’s calves were bigger than most men’s THIGHS, and were planted on the two biggest, most muscular bare feet Mark had ever seen. 

In utter awe, Mark scanned down the muscle giant’s body from chest to feet in mere moments, drinking in the utterly spectacular masculinity of the man’s colossal form. But when he heard the rubble of greeting coming from deep inside the behemoth’s barrel chest, Mark looked upward into the man’s face for the first time, and very nearly swooned on the spot. 

Mark had seen some extraordinarily handsome men in his young life, and had hooked up with more than his fair share of them, but he’d never seen a face as devastatingly handsome and overwhelmingly masculine as the one he looked into now. Standing atop an extraordinarily thick, bullish, and muscular neck (which was itself some 28 inches in circumference!) was a face that was the very definition of masculinity. The behemoth’s face was exquisitely formed, pure chiseled perfection, with a jawline so pronounced and a chin so powerful and strong that it would have looked absolutely ridiculous on any other man…but was utterly perfect on this huge lug. A strong nose, heavy brows, high cheekbones, and luscious lips were all perfectly balanced, and were set off by piercing eyes of pale blue. The dome of the man’s large head was covered in a stubble of thick blond hair, such a pale gold as to nearly be white, which matched the man’s thick eyebrows. A similarly thick stubble of slightly darker facial hair covered the man’s extraordinary jawline, making the man look even MORE masculine and powerful, if that was even possible! 

And to top it all off, the unbelievably huge and devastatingly handsome muscle beast looked to be only a few years older than Mark himself! 

The big man repeated his greeting, and Mark could swear that he felt the rumble of the man’s incredibly deep voice all the way down in his bones…and in his heavy, cum-laden balls as well. His heart skipping a beat or three, Mark finally mentally shook himself and mumbled a lame reply. He then glanced down at the address label on the package then back up into the big man’s captivating blue eyes and said, “A-are you Jon Thorsten?” 

“Yes, that’s me,” came the muscle giant’s baritone reply. 

“Great! Then sign here please,” Mark said, offering his electronic tablet and stylus to the muscle monster standing before him. Impossibly huge and meaty hands reached forward to take the offered items, and Mark felt his cock lurch spasmodically in his confining shorts as the man’s thick fingers brushed his own. Mark was not a small man by any means, but he was awed by how much he felt dwarfed by this monument to masculinity standing before him. Even his hands looked tiny compared to the huge, meaty paws on this massive dude! In fact, NO merely mundane mortal man could have held a candle to the mighty Jon Thorsten! 

The stylus looked ridiculously tiny in the giant’s hand, almost like he was trying to write with a toothpick, but he successfully scrawled his signature and handed both items back to Mark. The young man took them and then offered the package to big Jon, who politely but rather distractedly thanked Mark and then shut the door in his face. 

Mark was left standing there in utter shock for several long moments, his mind struggling to believe what he had just seen. His greatest hyper masculine fantasy man had just been standing right there in front of him, a dream made flesh! The young delivery man struggled to get his pulse and breathing back under control, and only then did he notice something warm and wet running down his bare left leg. He looked down in astonishment to discover that thick slugs of warm cum were rolling down his thigh and shin, the product of the spontaneous orgasm he hadn’t even realized he’d had! His rock-hard cock was protruding halfway down his left shorts leg, and a huge wet stain was spreading from the tip of his cock. He’d blown a big load at the mere SIGHT of big Jon, and hadn’t even realized it was happening!! 

Using the tablet as a modesty shield, Mark raced back to his vehicle, hurriedly wiped away the thick slugs of warm cum off his leg with some paper towels, and sped off in a heady mixture of lust and embarrassment…

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Jon had been so eagerly looking forward to this delivery that he nearly snatched the package out of the delivery man’s hands, barely scribbling a delivery signature before absentmindedly thanking the man and closing the door. Jon hadn’t even registered how handsome and hunky the young delivery guy was, or how obviously smitten the young man had been with Jon’s own intensely and overwhelming masculine beauty. The big guy was simply too intent on his birthday gift to himself, and even the sight of the hunky and very clearly interested delivery stud couldn’t force its way into the forefront of Jon’s distracted mind. 

Jon had just turned 28 and had decided to treat himself to a very special birthday present. The big muscle man made his way through his beautifully but simply appointed house to the dining room, leaving a trail of packaging material in his wake. He entered the dining room just as he had finished unwrapping ‘The Annihilator’, a mechanical ball busting machine he had found on a fetish website. It was an interesting but otherwise innocuous-looking device, consisting of a black metal box about the size of a large shoe box, with a 2-foot-long steel pole extending from the center of the top of the box. The box itself held the counter weight, gears, and electronics, while the inch-thick metal shaft extended upward and ended in the business end of the device. The final 5 or 6 inches of the shaft had thick screw threads, and a glance inside the cardboard box revealed all of the various ‘heads’ that could be screwed into place on top of the shaft. All were soft rubber appliances in a rainbow of colors, shapes and sizes. 

Jon grabbed one of the soft, pliable heads and screwed it onto the end of the shaft. He then cocked the shaft backward, almost like he was loading a catapult for launch. Next, he plugged the device into the nearby wall socket, and then retrieved the small rectangular remote control device from the cardboard box. He set the whole device up on the heavy wooden dining room table, which had been pushed up against the far wall, stood back, and turned the machine on at its lowest setting, Intensity 1. 

He watched at the machine came to life, and the metal shaft gently launched itself forward, with the knobbly red ball attached to its tip sailing through a graceful arc to smack against the top of the table. Tap! The lever began to slowly retract to its previous setting, and then sailed gently forward again. Tap! 

Even at a low setting, there was a not insignificant force behind the metal lever, and only the fact that the rubber head attached to the shaft was so soft kept Jon from wincing in anticipated pain. Still, many men would have found this first setting strong enough for their tastes. But not Jon, who quickly cranked the dial up to Intensity 2. 

Jon watched as both the pace and power of the swinging lever increased, hitting the table top harder and faster than before. Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! He continued to crank the dial even higher, feeling a familiar stir inside his shorts as the lever slammed downward harder and faster. Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Whap! Whap! Whap! WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! THUMP!! THUMP!! THUMP!! He kept going until the machine reached its manufacturer’s maximum setting at Intensity 10, which would have been a world-class nut busting session even with the soft rubber head on the swinging mallet. The lever arm was moving very quickly now as the rubber head slammed into the table over and over again in staccato fashion. 

WHUMP!!!   WHUMP!!!   WHUMP!!!   WHUMP!!!   WHUMP!!!WHUMP!!!   WHUMP!!!   WHUMP!!!   WHUMP!!!   WHUMP!!!WHUMP!!!   WHUMP!!!   WHUMP!!!   WHUMP!!!   WHUMP!!!

Jon’s beautiful lips twisted into wicked smile as he watched the device in action for a few minutes more before shutting it off. As fast and powerful as the machine was, it wasn’t quite enough for the young muscle man’s unique needs. 

Jon laid a blanket down on the dining table and flipped the machine upside down on top of it, and then unscrewed the bottom plate to reveal the inner workings of the device. He was immediately greeted by a warning plaque from the manufacture stating that they ‘shall not be responsible for damage or injury caused by modification, failure to follow instructions,…’ blah, blah, blah. Jon removed the warning plaque and tossed it aside. The innards of the machine were shockingly simple and he was able to quickly find a logic circuit marked ‘SAFETY’. He carefully got to work removing it, replacing it instead with a dummy circuit he’d cobbled together himself. Satisfied by his work, he reattached the bottom and set the machine upright. He set the speed knob back to ‘Intensity 1’ and plugged it in. The machine whirred to life, but made a strange series of noises from its gears. The lever retracted back to its fully arched position, then appeared to stop. He was about to reach for it, thinking it had gotten jammed whilst it was upside down, when the machine suddenly sprang to life. WHUMP!!! The steel shaft -- at level 1 -- was now moving with the same intensity as it had shown at level 10 before the safety circuit was removed!

Jon beamed at his accomplishment and turned the knob to Intensity 2. The lever surged forward and back with even more power, and by the time he moved it to Intensity 3, the piston was moving so quickly it was nearly a blur. By Intensity 4, the piston was moving with such ferocity Jon was sure that even the toughest ball busting enthusiast would be screaming for mercy had they attempted to use it. The machine was also becoming unstable, the counterweight insufficient to halt the inertia the rubber-headed metal lever was now throwing its way. He looked around the room and found a large iron sphere that he was using as a doorstop. When he placed the heavy iron doorstop on top of the machine, the added weight was enough to put it back in balance and the base stopped rocking to the rhythm of the piston. 

A satisfied smile spread across Jon’s extraordinarily handsome face. The machine was nearly ready for use. The muscle giant turned off the machine to continue setting up the room. 

Jon reached into another, smaller cardboard box on the dining table and retrieved a purchase he’d received several days earlier. It was a sphere of rich, dark wood, approximately 8 inches in diameter, with a deep hole drilled at one end. The sphere was made from Brazilian walnut, one of the hardest woods in the world, and had been custom made and drilled to Jon’s specifications. The company that had made the wooden ball had assumed that the sphere was going to be used as a decorative finial, but Jon had a very different use in mind. The huge man unscrewed the soft red ball from ‘The Annihilator’s’ piston and replaced it with the much larger and infinitely harder walnut finial, screwing the sphere until it was very firmly in place. 

Jon had earlier placed two articles of furniture in the center of the dining room, in anticipation of the arrival of his birthday present. The first was a heavy oak chair, big enough and sturdy enough to accommodate even Jon’s colossally muscular bulk, that had a series of manacles and shackles attached to it, clearly meant to secure someone firmly within the seat. The second piece of furniture was a stout oak table with a table top that was level with the seat of the chair. Both of these heavy pieces of furniture had been securely bolted to the floor and wouldn’t budge. Jon lifted the metal machine and placed it on the center of the short oak table, with the business end of the lever aimed at the seat of the chair. Once he had determined that the machine’s aim was true, Jon used a power drill and some heavy steel brackets to firmly and permanently secure the machine to the table. Now, no matter how high he cranked the intensity of the machine, the device wasn’t going ANYwhere! 

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The huge man then turned to the nearly floor-to-ceiling mirror he’d placed in the large doorway between the dining room and the living room, directly in view of anyone sitting in the oak chair, and admired himself in its reflection. Jon wasn’t a particularly vain man (which was extraordinary, considering just how incredibly genetically blessed the mountain of muscle truly was), but even he was genuinely impressed by the image staring back at him. 

Jon had been huge even as a baby, and had been completely off the growth charts throughout his childhood, adolescence, and teenaged years. He had achieved his full height of 6’11” by age 18, and even then was already a whopping muscular beast at a huge, shredded, and ripped 400 pounds. Jon’s body continued to explode with muscle after high school, packing on pound after pound of ultra dense, prime quality muscle year after year. Jon shattered the 500-pound barrier before he’d even turned 20, and blew past 550 pounds before graduating from college at age 22 with multiple degrees in molecular biology, chemistry, and genetic science. Jon reached 600 pounds of pure muscle by the time he was 25 years old (by which time he’d also already obtained both his Master’s and his Doctorate degrees), and at that point, his muscular growth substantially slowed — not because the human muscle bull wasn’t still obsessively working out, but because even HIS gargantuan frame could only carry so much muscle. About 6 months ago, Jon finally reached his next milestone of 650 pounds of solid beef, and this very morning, he’d achieved his greatest weight ever, topping the scales at an unheard of 658 pounds! 

Which was, indeed, very nearly THREE times the weight of the muscular UPS delivery man who had recently been standing on his front porch!! 

Jon’s fascination with his own unprecedented growth and size had intrigued him even at an early age and was the reason he had studied the sciences in college, hoping to better understand what had caused his super human growth. One of his college professors, astounded by the gifted young man’s extraordinary size, had encouraged Jon to enroll in a genetic study at the campus, which he did at age 19. That happy union had evolved into a full-time career for Jon at the prominent biotech company that was associated with the university. Jon continued to periodically donate blood, tissue, and sperm samples to the study, and was also one of the head researchers involved in the various medical studies. 

Ultimately, the scientists determined that Jon’s phenomenal size, mass, and strength were simply a happy accident of truly superb genetic gifts. But what was perhaps the most remarkable aspect of Jon’s magnificent physique and overwhelming masculinity was the engine that drove it — the spectacular wealth of man meat flopping heavy and huge between his colossal thighs. 

Jon knew he was different from the other boys even at a very early age. It wasn’t just his height, weight, and precocious strength, which were extraordinary enough; it was also the enormous size of the cock and balls swinging between his legs. Predictably, Jon hit puberty several years before his peers, and his crotch seemed to explode with mass even faster than the rest of his body. He was already hung like a beast by the time he was 18, with a monster cock that was over 16 inches long when hard and a set of bull balls the size of grapefruits. 

Jon was already in world record territory at that point, but amazingly, his cock and balls CONTINUED to grow even into adulthood, long past when his height had stabilized and his muscle mass increases had slowed! His gigantic cock had put on a staggering average of 2 inches in length each year since then! Now, even when completely flaccid, Jon’s cock measured no less than 25 inches in length, and when hard, stretched the measuring tape to a stupendous 36.5 inches of steel hard beef!! 

The young man’s bestial cock was shaped like a torpedo, tapering in the last few inches of its shaft to a relatively smaller (but still utterly enormous) helmet-shaped cock head. The girth of Jon’s awe inspiring tower of man meat was even more extreme than its length, with a circumference measuring 18 orifice-busting inches at mid shaft, with a narrowest measurement of 15 inches just behind the cock head. Jon was now far, FAR too big to fit his cock into any human opening, and he considered himself fortunate that he’s had intercourse with a significant number of men and women throughout his teens and into his very early 20s, for if he hadn’t, then he would have remained a virgin forever. 

The scientific team had discovered early on that, for some unknown reason, the ‘off switch’ had been disabled on the growth of Jon’s genitals. At first, this news freaked Jon out, and he struggled for years to find a way to dampen or halt the growth of his cock and balls. He knew he was already a freak of nature, and he didn’t want to become more of a freak. Besides, he knew he was rapidly becoming too big to fuck anyone, and he feared he would never be able to have sex again. But in the end, there proved to be no hormones, chemicals, or other medicinal treatments that could stop Jon’s growth. And once he was convinced that nothing could be done to change his growth, Jon whole-heartedly embraced it, changing his mindset entirely and instead trying to find ways to encourage, accelerate, and maximize that growth. 

The same genetics that powered Jon’s penile growth had gone into overdrive on his huge and heavy bull nuts. Those blue ribbon, grapefruit-sized whoppers of his teen years had been left far behind, swelling and growing past anything before seen on man or beast into something out of legend. Jon’s balls were now each easily the size of the largest and ripest of cantaloupes, two titanically gigantic sex glands that weighed more than 10 pounds each and strained the ability of even his massive scrotal sac to contain them. 

Jon’s mammoth bollocks pumped out testosterone at such an extraordinarily accelerated rate that it was difficult to even measure in the lab, and so far exceeded human norms as to be truly super human. This accelerated testosterone production stimulated the growth of even greater testicular mass, which in turn resulted in greater testosterone production, all in a positive feedback loop that appeared to have no signs of stopping. Some distant corner of Jon’s mind feared that his genitalia could one day grow so big as to be crippling, but for now he reveled in his gargantuan size, and closely tracked his growth. 

Jon was such an extraordinarily massive man that he rarely stepped out in public, instead dividing his time between the secured biotech research facility and the privacy of his own home. When he did go out in public, he did his best to disguise his stupendous muscularity under the baggiest of clothing, but to little avail. He was instantly eye catching due to his great height alone, but add to that his colossal mass, and he turned all heads wherever he went. Heck, just his devastatingly handsome face by itself was enough to stop traffic! 

But it was his titanic crotch bulge that had turned him into a virtual recluse. The only way that Jon could go outside without being immediately arrested by the police for indecency was to somehow hide his genitalia, and he had long ago figured out an ingenious way to do so. In college, he had invested in several large ‘fanny packs’, the kind that people wore around their waist with a nylon belt. Jon had opened up the back side of these waist bags, stuffed his massive cock and even more massive balls inside them, and was thus able to disguise his crotch bulge as nothing more than an oversized fanny pack. He was never seen on campus without a fanny pack, and everyone just assumed the pack as stuffed with the supplements and food that were necessary to continually feed such a beast of a body, when in truth, it was his own herculean manhood that was disguised inside the bag. 

As he got older, Jon had had to invest in larger and larger fanny packs, eventually having to have them custom made in order to accommodate his ever-growing genital bulk. He was now forced to use a waist bag that was nearly the size of a full-sized backpack, and he was threatening to outgrow even THAT fanny pack soon. Once that happened, Jon realized that he might be forced to never venture into public again… 

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Thinking about his own privates made Jon long to gaze upon them, so he unzipped his black fanny pack and hauled out over two limp FEET of outrageously thick, veiny, glorious bull cock before reaching in with both huge hands to haul out his titanic testicles. Jon’s hands were so huge that he could easily palm a basketball, yet even his hands were filled to near overflowing by the unspeakable wealth of nut meat resting so full and heavy in his hands. Jon wriggled his hands several times, getting off on the heavy erotic heft of his prime baby makers before letting his sac fall loose and free in the open air. 

Jon knew that it was ultimately because of these two titanic sperm tanks that he enjoyed such an expensive and beautiful house, the trio of custom-built sports cars in his detached garage, and his extremely lucrative job at the biotech research facility. Jon’s behemoth bull balls were proving to be a godsend for the pharmaceutical industry in dozens of myriad ways. The testosterone and other hormones produced by Jon’s colossal cajones were discovered to have unique properties that were being tested in advanced medicines and treatments for a variety of conditions, and even the examination of his sperm was starting to unlock new medical secrets and advances. And since Jon’s big bollocks produced mind-blowingly massive volumes of sperm and other seminal fluids each day, the huge muscle man was able to keep the lab literally swimming in the stuff on a continual basis. 

Some of the most amazing medical advances achieved through the use of Jon’s spunk and male hormones had been in the realm of fertility and treatments for impotence, infertility, and low sperm counts. Injections of Jon’s refined male hormones also increased a man’s muscle mass, reversed many of the effects of aging, and boosted a man’s virility by orders of magnitude. Jon’s bulging bull nuts were a living, breathing pharmaceutical lab of the highest order, and the dozens of patents he and the research team had obtained thus far had already earned him tens of millions of dollars. His bountiful bollocks were in every way his ‘money makers’, and big Jon did all that he could to nurture their growth and development. 

To that end, Jon frequently took to brutally abusing his own huge balls. He was naturally drawn to ball busting, even as a young teenager, as he found the deep ache of testicular pain to be extraordinarily erotic, and he craved it. He also loved showing off his supreme manliness to himself by seeing just how much abuse he could take… and with testicles as freakishly huge, unnaturally dense, and impossibly strong as his own mammoth orbs, he could withstand truly insane amounts of genital punishment. So it was quite by accident that Jon discovered that placing his bollocks under stress forced them to create even more sperm and testosterone, with the greatest stress resulting in the most extreme output levels of his manly fluids. Jon was still in college pursuing his undergraduate degrees when his experiments showed a significant uptick in seminal and hormone outputs after a particularly brutal ball thrashing session. Further research and experimentation conclusively proved that testicular abuse and trauma resulted in boosts to testicular size and output, and an eager and excited Jon had thereafter sought out ever more brutal and varied ways to stimulate ever greater growth in his massive whale nuts. 

And today’s introduction of ‘The Annihilator’ to Jon’s bevy of self-busting tools would be his latest and greatest effort to push his behemoth balls to even greater super human levels of achievement. 

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Satisfied with his preparations for ‘The Annihilator’, Jon began to strip out of his clothes, unbuckling the fanny pack, shucking off his shorts, and peeling out of his tight tank top, his gargantuan stud muscles bulging and flexing the entire time. He stopped again to admire his naked form in the mirror, gazing proudly at his insanely muscular body. Every single muscle was bloated and shredded to perfection, outrageously oversized yet perfectly balanced in a physique that was beyond herculean. Jon knew that there wasn’t another man in human history who could compete with him in sheer size, strength, and raw masculine power, nor had there ever been a man as magnificently hung and spectacularly endowed with genetic gifts. He was the greatest stud stallion to ever walk the earth, and he was about to put all of his almighty masculinity on the line against his latest mechanical toy. 

Just gazing at his own reflection was more than enough to turn Jon on, and he proudly watched as his great monster of a cock began to twitch and grow and inflate right before his eyes. Jon didn’t lay a finger on his own cock, and instead let it bloat and swell all on its own, each pulsing heartbeat forcing more and more blood into those thick, spongy tissues and making his trouser snake grow ever larger. In less than a minute, his limp, two-foot python had grown into a gigantic three-foot tower of rock hard, pulsating flesh, rearing up like some prehistoric beast from his chiseled, muscular crotch. Jon’s titanic cock pointed skyward, stretching all the way up his supremely powerful torso to tap just below the young man’s powerful chin. In a moment of playfulness, Jon smiled and leaned his face forward just a couple of inches, and planted a gentle kiss with his sensuous lips right on the tip of his exposed, bloated cock head. His mammoth cock twitched powerfully in response, and the big man knew he was ready. 

Jon sat his massive form down on the huge oak chair, scooting his body all the way back so that his enormous dinosaur-egg-sized bollocks rested heavily in the center of the wooden seat. He made sure to spread his monstrously muscular thighs wide, exposing his bulging sac to the waiting piston of ‘The Annihilator’. He then began to methodically strap his legs into the heavy leather and steel chain bindings of the chair, securing first his ankles to the stout legs of the chair, and then his knees, making sure to keep his legs as widely spread as possible. 

The handsome hulk then went about securing his arms to the chair’s heavy armrests. Heavy steel manacles were positioned at elbow and wrist, intended to firmly pin his thick, muscle-corded forearms to the chair. Unlike the fetters for his legs, however, these steel manacles included an electronic timer, which Jon set for 2 hours. Once the timer was up, the heavy armrest manacles would automatically open, releasing Jon’s forearms and allowing him to manually release himself from the leg bindings. All of this was intended to render the hulking, hunky giant completely helpless during his impending ball busting session, temporarily nullifying his colossal strength and preventing him from attempting to defend his behemoth bollocks from the hammering that was to come. 

Jon firmly secured his left forearm first, and then reached for ‘The Annihilator’s’ remote control with his free right hand, the cable barely long enough to extend from the machine to the armrest. He gripped the remote firmly with his right hand, placed his right forearm within the open manacles on the armrest, and watched as they automatically shut around his insanely muscular forearm, effectively pinning him into place. 

The gigantic muscle beast tried rocking the chair side-to-side and front-to-back, using his nearly 660 pounds of rock solid muscle to get the heavy oak seat to move, and couldn’t get the bolted chair to budge a single millimeter. He then tested his heavy bonds, straining his titanic arms and even more colossal legs against the bindings of thick, toughened leather and heavy, shiny steel, again to no avail. Satisfied that even HE couldn’t break out of his modified chair, a smile of satisfaction grew on Jon’s devastatingly handsome face. He was now ready. 

Jon took a few deep, steadying breaths, centering himself for the punishment to come. His deeply etched and corrugated abdominal muscles tensed in anticipation, and his magnificent canon of a bull cock gave a few powerful, pulsing flexes, clearly eager for the torture to begin. All was now in readiness, and Jon inhaled deeply and turned the knob on the remote control to Intensity 1. 

WHOOMP-CRUNCH! 

‘The Annihilator’ suddenly came to life, and the wooden ball at the end of the piston made a graceful arc in the air before crashing down into Jon’s exposed and defenseless nutsac, painfully compressing both of his titanically meaty bollocks with the intensity of a full-force punch by a man with a very large fist. Jon let out a short bark in response, more from pent up lust and anticipation than from actual pain. He had withstood FAR stronger blows to his balls before, and the dull ache spreading from his burly balls was pure pleasure to the big man. He barely had a moment to savor the initial blow before ‘The Annihilator’ struck again, and again, and yet again. 

WHOOMP-CRUNCH! WHOOMP-CRUNCH! WHOOMP-CRUNCH!

Big Jon gasped in pleasure. The wooden sphere was impacting with such brutal force that even the most avid ball-busting enthusiast would be quickly crying in pain and screaming for mercy. But not Jon. The handsome giant merely wiggled his muscular hips as much as his bindings would allow, trying to offer up even more of his heavy nut meat for abuse. 

WHOOMP-CRUNCH! WHOOMP-CRUNCH! WHOOMP-CRUNCH!

WHOOMP-CRUNCH! WHOOMP-CRUNCH! WHOOMP-CRUNCH!

The rhythmic, mechanical busting of his enormous elephant balls was driving Jon crazy with lust. He imagined that it was a powerful, muscle-bound college jock who was hammering his huge fist into Jon’s bloated balls over and over again, really giving them a work out, and the mental image made his gigantic cock grow harder than steel. 

WHOOMP-CRUNCH! WHOOMP-CRUNCH! WHOOMP-CRUNCH!

WHOOMP-CRUNCH! WHOOMP-CRUNCH! WHOOMP-CRUNCH!

Jon’s burly balls were taking quite a beating, but the handsome stud knew that his powerhouse bull nuts could stand far more abuse than this. Why, his gonads were barely compressing at all despite the severity of the blows, squashing down no more than half an inch or so with each heavy strike! Yeah, he could take more, a LOT more! Keeping the image in his mind of the hot college jock pounding his balls, Jon excitedly turned the knob to Intensity 2. 

WHOOMP-CRUUUNCH!!    WHOOMP-CRUUUNCH!! 

WHOOMP-CRUUUNCH!!    WHOOMP-CRUUUNCH!! 

WHOOMP-CRUUUNCH!!    WHOOMP-CRUUUNCH!! 

This time, Jon moaned slightly as his mighty nuts were compressed just a little bit more than before, the blows now landing into his aching boulder balls with nearly double the previous force. Each powerful hammer strike made a dull yet solid SMACK sound as the wooden finial collided with his balls. It felt like that imaginary college jock was throwing caution to the wind, and hitting Jon’s balls with everything he had, and Jon’s smile of pleasure grew even wider than before. 

WHOOMP-CRUUUNCH!!    WHOOMP-CRUUUNCH!! 

WHOOMP-CRUUUNCH!!    WHOOMP-CRUUUNCH!! 

WHOOMP-CRUUUNCH!!    WHOOMP-CRUUUNCH!! 

The feeling of having his balls brutally crunched was driving Jon wild. He was moaning and groaning louder than before as the dull, aching pain began to steadily build in his balls. Jon was in erotic, ball-busting bliss, thrilled with his birthday gift to himself, and decided then and there that ‘The Annihilator’ would become part of his daily ball training regimen. 

WHOOMP-CRUUUNCH!!    WHOOMP-CRUUUNCH!! 

WHOOMP-CRUUUNCH!!    WHOOMP-CRUUUNCH!! 

WHOOMP-CRUUUNCH!!    WHOOMP-CRUUUNCH!! 

Jon knew that his battle-hardened testicles could take even MORE abuse, so he dialed the remote up to Intensity 3. 

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!!

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!!

The muscle giant bellowed in a mixture of pleasure and agony as the force and intensity of the blows doubled once again. It now felt like that hot college jock was angry, and swinging an aluminum baseball bat full force into Jon’s massive and utterly defenseless balls. 

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!!

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!!

Jon’s pale blue eyes widened in surprise when he saw that his beefy, battered balls were now compressing by several inches with each blow before immediately rebounding to their normal, ovoid shapes after each strike. The handsome bull knew just how dense and ferociously tough his big bollocks were, as even his own insanely powerful hands could barely get the huge orbs to deform in his mighty grip, so to see his balls compressing by several inches under the brutal hammering of ‘The Annihilator’ proved to Jon just how powerfully the machine was clobbering his proud and beautiful balls. He closed his eyes in bliss and savored the feeling of having his humongous huevos mercilessly pummeled… 

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!!

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!!

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!!

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!!

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!! 

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!!

WHAM-CRUUUNCH!!!

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Meanwhile, across town, similar moans and groans could be heard coming from a UPS van parked in an empty lot. A stunningly handsome young man was sitting in the driver’s seat, his brown shorts and skimpy briefs around his ankles and his enormous cock in his hand, as he bucked his hips and stroked his cock toward a rapidly-approaching release. An astounding amount of prime stud splooge was already festooned all over the steering wheel and dashboard, evidence of the previous loads that the exceedingly virile young man had already pulled out of his thick 10-inch horse cock. 

The muscular young buck began to grunt louder and flex harder as he neared release once more. With a final cry of ecstasy, the handsome stud hit his mark, and the first thick streamer of cum began to belch out of his pulsating cock. Though this load was considerably smaller that its previous brothers, it was still one hell of an impressive load, a load that would have made any porn star jealous. Ribbon after ribbon of pure white stud jizz whitewashed the dashboard, further dousing the front cabin of the UPS truck with fresh splooge. 

When his latest orgasm finally came to an end, Mark collapsed back in his seat, temporarily spent. His huge cock was rubbed half raw in his hands, and his poor, overworked, lemon-sized bollocks felt like they might implode, but the young man was finally able to come down from the extreme heights of lust he had felt ever since dropping off the package at Jon Thorsten’s house. Mark had never cum so hard or so fast in his life, and had shattered any of his previous records by cumming four times in the past 20 minutes! And that’s didn’t count the hands-free orgasm he’d had while standing on the gigantic muscle man’s front porch! 

The panting and sweating young muscle stud viewed the enormous mess he’d made of his truck, and groaned in dismay. Mark had always been proud of the immense power, size, and volume of his cum loads, but at times like now, he could almost wish that he shot more mundane-sized sperm loads. He knew that it couldn’t be helped, though, so he retrieved his handy role of paper towels and began to mop of the worst of the nut sludge that coated the front of his truck. And even after several minutes of wiping up the bulk of the sticky, funky stuff — and using the better part of half his paper towel roll in the process — Mark knew that he’d have to thoroughly wash down the cabin when he turned in his truck at the end of the day. The funk of sex positively filled the interior of the truck with the heady smell of his own sperm. 

Mark collapsed back in his seat and thought for the thousandth time about the impossibly handsome, humongous muscle man he’d met less than an hour before. Even Mark’s greatest fantasies couldn’t have conjured a man as colossally muscular or insanely handsome as Jon Thorsten, and he knew that he would be dreaming about the big man for the rest of his life. The muscle giant was simply beyond perfection, the epitome of masculine beauty and power, and the young man simply couldn’t get the blond hulk out of his mind. He had hoped that, by parking the car in a secluded parking lot and jerking out a few loads, he could once again focus on his work and push Jon out of his mind. But it was impossible. Mark was hopelessly smitten, possibly even obsessed, and he knew that he simply HAD to go back to see the huge muscle man again. 

Despite the disappointment he felt with himself, and knowing that it was wrong, Mark couldn’t help but rev up the engine and turn the UPS truck around, heading back forward Jon Thorsten’s house… 

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