Jon Fucks Up His Nuts - Part 3

And now for the conclusion of this short series... with some thoughts on how it might continue in the future... ;)

Jon Fucks Up His Nuts - Part 3

Based on an original story by Sack Stomper

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Mark finally made his way around to the back of the huge residence, zeroing in on where the thumping sounds were the loudest. The large bank of windows in front of him were too high for him to peer through, so he dragged over a nearby large potted plant, his thickly muscular legs straining with the effort, and then hopped on top so that he could peer inside. 

What Mark saw took several long moments for his shocked brain to unravel and decipher. 

Before him was a largely empty room, in the center of which was an stout, oversized wooden chair. Seated in that chair and with his back to the windows was a colossally muscular giant of a man, who appeared to be both completely naked and completely helpless, his enormously muscular limbs shackled to the arms and legs of the chair. Unless the man had an identical twin, Mark knew instantly that the humongous form had to be none other than Jon Thorsten. 

Even as Mark watched, the seated muscle bull flexed and strained mightily against his restraints, clearly desperate to break free, and his flawless pale skin was slick with the sweat from his efforts. Even Jon’s short, blond hair was soaked with sweat and matted to his head. The loud THUMP-THUMP-THUMP sounds were coming from directly in front of Jon and blocked from Mark’s view by the giant’s mammoth body, but whatever it was, it was making Jon’s entire body buck and writhe as much as his tight bindings would allow, and the great muscular bull was bellowing and hollering in clear agony. 

As Mark tried to figure out what could be causing the huge muscle man so much pain, he looked beyond the massive figure and saw that there was a very large mirror standing in the doorway to the next room. It took Mark a moment to realize that the gilt-framed object was a mirror, however, as its surface was almost completely obscured by a thick film of some sort of creamy white substance that was running down the face of the tall mirror like some thick and gloopy molasses. Mark’s mouth gaped open when he suddenly realized what that custard-like substance was — it was at least a GALLON of Jon’s own bull semen!! 

Just enough of the unnaturally thick jizz had slid its way down the mirror by this point to allow a hazy reflection, and what Mark saw next make his heart catch in his throat. He could see Jon in the chair, and he was indeed very much naked, sporting a set of genitals that almost defied description, so far beyond the young man’s wildest erotic fantasy that his mind at first refused to accept them as real. He also saw that there was a low table set up in front of Jon’s chair, and that upon that table sat some sort of mechanical torture device — a box with a metal arm, tipped by an enormous wooden sphere, which was even now literally pounding the stuffing out of a bloated roughly spherical mass that must have been Jon’s gigantic testicles. The wooden ball was crushing that insanely massive sac of nut meat so hard that it was crushing the contents nearly flat with each brutal strike, only to have them bounce partway back to some semblance of a somewhat flattened spherical shape between each blow. 

Mark had no idea why Jon was tied to the chair or why his nuts were being pulverized by the strange contraption, but he knew he had to get in there and try to rescue the blond muscle giant. The young man tried desperately to pry open the window in front of him, but it was firmly locked and wouldn’t budge. In a panic, he wasted precious moments frantically looking around himself for something that would break the window, but there was nothing close at hand in the garden. He then ripped his brown UPS shirt off over his head, revealing a chiseled, tanned, and muscular torso that was a perfect match for his big and exquisitely formed legs. He wrapped the shirt several times around his right first, and then slammed it into the window, shattering the glass. He had to break the glass several times to clear a safe opening, and then he clambered inside as quickly as he could. He was desperate to save the handsome blond behemoth and his gargantuan manhood before it was totally destroyed. 

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Some distant part of Jon’s pain-addled brain registered the sound of breaking glass behind him, but his mind was so focused on the blazing inferno of agony in his nearly shattered balls that he didn’t even notice it. All of his attention was on the large wooden ball that kept on hammering into his bruised and bloated nuts with ferociously destructive strength. 

WHUP-

SPLOOSH!!

WHUP-

SPLIIISH!!

WHUMP-

SPLOOSH!!

Jon’s heart was breaking at the same time as his balls, for even though he was gay, he had wanted to be a father some day. Instead, he was being forced to watch as all of his unborn sons and daughters were being systematically murdered inside his nearly ruptured balls, his phenomenal genetic potential being wasted. His sorrow for all that he was losing was at least as great as the inhuman agony in his hideously mauled and mangled nuts. The handsome blond titan could almost curse the freakish density and super human toughness of his massive testicles, for their extraordinary durability was only prolonging the inevitable, and forcing Jon to experience so much more knee-buckling pain than if they’d already exploded half an hour ago. But he knew with a sick certainty that the end would be coming very soon, as he could feel the internal structures and tissues of his once-mighty balls giving way. Any moment now, and it would be all over… 

WHUMP-

SPLOSH!!

WHUMP-

SPLISH!!

WHUMP-

SPLIIISH!!

Suddenly, another figure appeared before Jon. The blond bull’s thought at first that his pale blue eyes must be deceiving him, for there in front of him stood a glorious angel made flesh. The young man standing before him was breathtakingly handsome, with thick, dark brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes. The handsome lad was wearing nothing but brown shorts and work boots, revealing a physique that was muscular, sculpted perfection. Jon felt his terminally turgid cock give a mighty lurch as lust flooded through his mangled loins, for the brown-haired young man was the most handsome stud Jon had ever seen. 

“How can I help you?” the lad yelled, both out of panic and to be heard over the loud and rhythmic pummeling of Jon’s squashed nuts. 

WHUMP-

SPLOOSH!!

It took a moment for Jon’s pain-clouded mind to make sense of what the young man said, and his heart suddenly surged with hope. He shouted in return, “Plug socket!! HURRY!!”

WHUMP-

SCRITCH!!

A deep grunt of pain was forced from Jon’s huge lungs, for the next strike was even harder than any that had come before, and the impact sounds coming from his balls were decidedly more crunchy. The blond giant could actually FEEL the protective walls around his gigantic gonads start to crack and crumble. At the same time, he could feel a long-delayed orgasm rapidly building inside his very core, the combination of the arrival of this stunning young man, the unparalleled levels of pleasure/pain shooting through his racked and wrecked balls, and the impending loss of his herculean gonads sending him hurtling toward the edge. 

“OH GOD!!” the muscle bull bellowed. “My balls are about to BURST!!”

WHUMP-

SCRINCH!!

“WHERE?!?” cried the panicking young man. “I can’t find it!!” 

WHUMP-

SCRUNCH!

“On the wall! BEHIND you!!” 

WHUMP-

CRACK!!!

“OH FUCK!!!” Jon screamed as he felt both of his burly balls simultaneously fracture. They hadn’t fully ruptured, not yet, but the tough and fibrous outer walls of his balls were now cracked and broken, offering virtually no protection for the tender and delicate tissues inside the nuts themselves. Even a light blow at this point would be guaranteed to blow Jon’s huge balls to smithereens, let alone another full intensity, boulder shattering strike from The Annihilator. 

“GOT IT!!” Jon’s erstwhile rescuer shouted as he yanked the offending plug out of the wall. 

Unfortunately, he was a fraction of a second too late…

WHUMP-

CRUUUNCH!!

“GNNNOOOOOOO!!!!!”

Jon threw back his achingly handsome head and bellowed in unimaginable agony, feeling every moment of the annihilation of his mammoth, magnificent, majestic balls. Every gargantuan muscle in his beyond-Herculean body bulged and flexed in fantastic relief, a spectacularly masculine sight made sadly ironic as it came at the same instant that the mighty muscle bull was rendered into something less than a man. 

Mark’s timing could not have been worse, for not only did the huge wooden finial slam itself with terminal force directly into Jon’s cracked orbs, instantly smashing them completely flat, but it remained planted there in the heart of both of the blond giant’s broken balls, ruthlessly crushing them against the unyielding seat of the heavy oak chair, causing the utterly pulped tissues to bulge and distort grotesquely around the invading wooden sphere. 

True to its name, The Annihilator had obliterated Jon’s manhood, turning the biggest, baddest, toughest bull nuts in history into so much broken, worthless ball meat. 

Mark dropped limply to his knees in despair, devastated that he hadn’t acted in time to save the manhood of this paragon of hyper-realized masculinity. If only he hadn’t spent so much time jacking off in that parking lot! If only he hadn’t hesitated for those precious minutes in his truck! If only he hadn’t taken so long to break through the window and unplug the wicked torture device! Tears streamed down his handsome face, for he was overcome with grief as he watched the mighty muscle man continue to buck and writhe and bellow in agony, having witnessed the mighty bull being turned into a steer right before his very eyes! 

Almost unnoticed, Jon’s 3-foot-plus mega cock gave a mighty lurch, heaving itself upward so hard that it collided with the unbelievably solid wall of Jon’s abs and pecs with a resounding and very beefy SMACK!! The towering phallus lurched again, and again, and yet again, growing even thicker and veinier, if that was even possible. And then, on the next tremendous throb, an absolutely colossal rocket of nearly snow white jizz virtually exploded out of the grapefruit-sized head of his mammoth whale cock. 

Mark would later reflect on the absolute impossibility of a man ejaculating without a functioning set of nuts. But at that moment, he could only fall back on his beefy backside and watch in stunned awe and amazement as big Jon Thorsten shot out the single greatest cumload in human history. 

The first goliath blast of stud spew shot out with such enormous power and fury that it actually sailed up and OVER the tall standing mirror, slashing to the ground several dozen FEET into the next room. The second shot was just as powerful but was aimed slightly lower, hitting the mirror about a foot from its top, splattering all across its surface. The next shot struck the same location, as did the next, and the next, completely shellacking the upper portion of the oversized mirror with Jon’s scalding hot brew. The colossal cum wads were striking the mirror so unbelievably hard, in fact, that they actually caused the heavy mirror to rock slightly backward on its wide and sturdy legs. 

The sixth shot struck with such tremendous force and unspeakable volume that it actually tipped the mirror backward, felling it in slow motion like some great tree in the forest. The standing mirror crashed to the floor with a thunderous sound of wood on wood and the almost deafening crackle of shattering glass. 

Superstitious folk would be worried about seven years of bad luck, but it would’ve been safe to say that Jon’s seven years of bad luck had already been condensed and compressed down to the past hour or so. 

Mark watched in open-mouthed wonder as Jon continued to hammer out slug after slug after impossibly voluminous slug of the thickest, whitest, chunkiest sperm he had ever seen in his life. It was almost like a pulsating fire hose set to its maximum setting was launching titanic bolts of semen into the next room. The overwhelming scent of Jon’s nut sludge was so heady and so powerful that it made Mark swoon. The fragrance was extraordinarily thick and pungent, a musk so masculine and raw that it could only come from a gigantic Alpha Stud of Jon’s unparalleled caliber. If Mark hadn’t already been in love with the heaving and bucking muscle titan, then the delicious and addicting smell of his potent spunk would have sealed the deal. 

Jon grunted, flexed, and roared from his trapped position in the heavy oak chair as rope after rope after massive, knock-you-to-the-ground rope of cum erupted from his belching and quivering cock. A dozen blasts, TWO dozen blasts, THREE dozen blasts, and STILL Jon’s orgasm raged onward with no end in sight. It was the greatest hyper-masculine display of super human virility that the world would likely ever see, seeing as it was being pumped from the shattered remnants of Jon’s beyond-behemoth bull balls. 

It took SEVERAL minutes more before Jon’s cataclysmic orgasm finally ebbed and ceased, leaving both men panting and breathless. Everything in an arc extending up to 50 feet in front of the shackled super stud was positively coated and drenched in his gloopy, pearlescent spew. There had to be at least 4 or 5 GALLONS of the outrageously thick baby batter festooned across the two adjoining rooms. Mark would never have believed it if he hadn’t witnessed it with his own two eyes. 

His monumental cum load finally complete, Jon collapsed back in the chair, his massive chest heaving for air. The freakishly tough bull was still fully conscious, despite the agony still raging inside his throbbing ballsac, and he continued to moan and groan in pain and loss. 

It took Mark several moments to break free from his stunned paralysis, and then he rushed to Jon’s side to see how the broken muscle man was doing. The blond’s gigantic cock was still powerfully throbbing, and oozing a continuous stream of milky fluids down its entire towering length, clearly nowhere near ready to go soft yet, despite the man’s clear exhaustion and the destruction of his massive testicles. 

The man’s eyes were shut closed as he panted for breath. Mark reached out his trembling hands to touch this erotic dream made flesh, placing one hand on the enormous boulder of one shoulder while the other hand pressed flat against the vast plane of one gargantuan pec. The moment he touched the man’s sweat-slickened skin, Mark felt an electric jolt course clear through his entire body, and his rock hard cock almost shot off inside his shorts all by itself once again. Jon’s skin felt like warm, soft, and unblemished velvet stretched taut across enormous blocks of granite, for the man’s spectacularly huge muscles barely dented in the slightest, no matter how hard Mark squeezed. Mark was dumbfounded at the man’s behemoth SIZE, and the raw power he felt coursing through the man’s magnificent muscles made his pulse race harder than ever. 

The young man finally looked up from his muscular exploration to meet Jon’s pale blue gaze. When their eyes met, sparks flew, and Mark was instantly turned into a stuttering fool, for he suddenly found himself at a loss for what to say. “I’m Mark,” he stumbled out, almost tripping over his own tongue at the speed of his words. “I’m the UPS driver who delivered a package to you a little over an hour ago. I came back because I had to see you again, and when no one answered the door, I crept around back to see if you were home. When I heard the sounds coming from this room and saw you in distress, I got to you as quickly as I could. I’m so, so sorry that I didn’t get here sooner.” Tears once again coursed unnoticed down Mark’s handsome, blushing cheeks as he admitted both his infatuation with the colossally muscular blond brute and his failure to save him from being turned into a eunuch. 

“Thank you for coming to my rescue, Mark, and I know you did all you could. It’s completely my fault. My personal ‘play time’ has always been decidedly on the rough side, and today it clearly got out of hand from me. Now I’ve suffered the consequences.” Continuing agony could be heard in Jon’s intensely deep and rich voice, but he was sincere in his thanks to this ridiculously hot and handsome young stud. “Please don’t blame yourself. I think I was done for long before you even arrived, but thank you for being my knight in shining armor.” 

Mark blushed furiously at Jon’s words, confirming Jon’s suspicions that the lad was hopelessly smitten with him. He’d seen that look many times before and he knew it well, for it was the reaction he had been generating since he was a young teenager. The other clue, of course, was the impressively large tent poking out the front of Mark’s dark brown shorts. But the throbbing ache in his screaming nuts broke Jon out of his lustful reverie about the handsome delivery stud and back to the matters at hand. 

“The shackles binding my wrists and ankles are on a timer, and I’ve got nearly an hour to go before they release, so I need your help. The wooden ball is crushing what’s left of my nuts flat and it hurts like FUCK, so could you see if you could get that off of me?” 

“Oh shit, yeah, of course! Right away!” Mark quickly answered, and started trying to lever the mechanical arm off of Jon’s broken balls. The steel arm wouldn’t budge a single millimeter, however, no matter how hard Mark pulled. Meanwhile, the agony in Jon’s balls continued to build to ever greater levels, and the huge muscle stud thought he might finally pass out soon if his broken nutsac wasn’t freed. 

“That’s not going to work,” a nearly breathless Jon grunted. “Grab that wrench off the side table, and see if you can unbolt the device from the table. That might be the only way to get what’s left of my nuts free.” 

Mark immediately set to work, removing the bolts securing The Annihilator to the wooden table. He worked as fast as he could, but Jon had very thoroughly bolted the device to the table, and it took Mark more than 5 minutes to work the device completely free. The agony in Jon’s crushed and pinned bollocks continued to build the entire time, and Jon wondered how the pain could keep on increasing, even when his beefy nuts had already been shattered! 

“YES!” Mark exclaimed as the final bolt came free, and he was able to lift the entire device up off the table. As he lifted the wooden finial off of the wreckage of Jon’s pulverized nut, both men couldn’t help but stare at the ruin of the blond’s mighty manhood. As both men watched, the bloated scrotum started to plump back with agonizing slowness, and Jon hissed through clenched teeth as fresh agony hit him like a freight train. The feeling of fluids rushing back into the flattened tissues was intense, as was the reshaping of the thicker, fleshier contents. The nutsac regained about a third of its original girth, and then stopped reinflating. It was impossible to see where one ball ended and the other began, as they now formed just one big blob of shapeless goo. The sight was terrible to behold, and both men were devastated at the carnage wrought by the aptly-named Annihilator. 

Mark set the device aside and knelt beside Jon once more, reaching forth with both hands to ever-so-gently cradle the huge and surprisingly heavy half-flattened sphere of the stud’s shattered nuts. Mark scooped the heavy sac into his vastly overfilled hands, tears dripping off of his cheeks  and onto the mangled flesh. 

He silently cried for almost a minute before he started noticing something strange. As the weight of the heavy sac shifted slightly back and forth between his hands due to Mark’s small movements, he realized that the weight inside the bag appeared to be coming from two distinct objects. Confused, Mark gently lowered the huge nutsac back onto the oak chair, and then used both hands to isolate the mass on the left side of Jon’s scrotum. As the huge, bound blond nodded his assent, Mark placed his hands on either side of that mass and began to slowly press his hands together. Jon grunted against the terrible pain, but continued to watch in fascination as the huge, flattened blob of soft and mushy tissue began to plump into something that more and more resembled a familiar, oblong, spherical shape. 

Excited but not wanting to get his hopes up, Mark repeated the process on the other side of Jon’s nutbag, and succeeded in shaping another rough sphere on the right side of his pouch. For all the world, they looked like a pair of titanically oversized, grotesquely swollen, and hideously bruised testicles! Could it be that some portion of Jon’s monumentally battered and pummeled manhood had somehow survived!?! 

As is snapping out of a dream, Mark suddenly said, “Oh my God, I need to call an ambulance!” and began reaching for the cell phone in his back pocket. 

“No!” Jon barked, and then continued in a softer tone, “No, Mark. No ambulance, and no police. They wouldn’t understand. I’ve worked had to maintain my privacy, and if they got one look at me, then I’d be all over the news. I’d never have a moment of peace again. So please, Mark, no ambulance. No doctors.” 

“Okay,” Mark said, worry still clear in his voice. “But let me at least get some ice for you, so we can pack it around your nuts.” 

Jon agreed that was a good idea, and gave Mark directions to the kitchen. The young man rushed off and came back minutes later with the entire tray of ice from the freezer, along with a roll of small plastic trash bags. He quickly filled two of the bags with ice, and then gently packed the bags around Jon’s purple and puffy nuts. Jon winced as the ice packs were placed against his bruised and tender flesh, but the cold was a relief, helping to numb the worst of the pain. By then, his mammoth horse cock had finally begun to grow soft, slowly and majestically deflating until it lay protectively over the front of his mangled balls, stretching more than halfway to the floor. 

Mark went back to the kitchen to bring back a pitcher of water for the huge, sweaty stud, which he greedily drank in a series of huge gulps. Mark then brought in some couch cushions from a nearby room so that he could more comfortably kneel by the trapped muscle bull, and the two talked in hushed tones with each other as they waited for the timer to end on Jon’s restraints. 

By the time the timer ended and the restraints automatically unlocked, Jon had regained a fair measure of his awesome strength, but he still needed assistance to get up out of the chair and to walk toward the master bedroom. The weight of his massive balls as they swung ponderously between his legs caused Jon tremendous pain, especially as Mark helped him up a long flight of stairs, but the big man was able to make it the whole way to his bedroom. And that was a good thing, for as strong as Mark was, there was no way he would have been able to move a stack of 658 pounds of pure muscle on his own! 

Mark was grateful to find that Jon owned a larger than king-sized bed, as that made it easier to maneuver the blond’s gigantic form into the middle of the bed. Jon lay flat on his back, his monumentally muscular legs spread wide to allow his freakishly bloated and swollen nutsac to rest on the bed in the crook between his legs. Mark rushed back downstairs to retrieve the ice bags, and then packed those around Jon’s swollen eggs once again. 

Once Jon was situated in the bed and the shades drawn to block out the late afternoon sun, Mark found himself without any remaining tasks to do, and he began to feel awkward about his continued presence. He was about to make his shy and self-conscious goodbyes when Jon interrupted him. 

“Please don’t go, Mark,” Jon said in his deep baritone voice, looking rather vulnerable and self conscious himself. “It would mean a lot to me if you would stay with me tonight.” 

Mark’s heart leapt in his chest at Jon’s words, and a crooked smile broke out across his devastatingly handsome face as he agreed. He then sheepishly asked if he should get naked, too, and both men laughed. The young man quickly stripped out of his shorts, underpants, and shoes, and then gingerly climbed into bed next to Jon’s enormously muscular form. 

The blond giant gave off a tremendous amount of heat, so Mark kicked off all the covers and snuggled in next to Jon’s chiseled right side. Jon wrapped one goliath arm around the smaller man and drew him in tight, pressing their muscular bodies together. The feeling of all of those rock solid muscles, the heat coming off of his skin, and the incredibly manly scent coming from the deep, hairy armpit near his face were all overwhelmingly erotic to Mark, and the poor lad couldn’t help but throw a massive and painfully hard boner. More than 10 inches of thick and diamond hard stud cock were soon pressing insistently at Jon’s muscular flank, making Mark blush with embarrassment. He started to apologize profusely, but Jon said that he was tremendously flattered, and just pulled the younger man in even closer. 

Mark thought he would die of terminal horniness. Here he was, wrapped in the arms of the handsomest, biggest, beefiest, sexiest man in the world, a blond god from his wildest fantasies. He wanted more than anything to begin exploring that tremendous wealth of muscle with his hungry hands and mouth, but he knew that he shouldn’t. He wondered how he would EVER be able to fall asleep next to this paragon of manliness! But as Jon’s breathing slowed and the blond giant drifted off to sleep, Mark found the sound of his breathing and the rhythmic inflating and deflating of his colossal chest somehow hypnotic, and with his boner still quivering with need, Mark surprised himself and actually drifted off to sleep… 

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Mark awoke four or five hours later to the rhythmic rumble of Jon’s light snoring. It came as no surprise that the big man was sleeping so deeply, considering what he’d just gone through. Mark gently disengaged himself from the man’s mighty embrace, and then snuck downstairs to grab a quick bite to eat out of the refrigerator, and to get more ice. He came back upstairs and replaced the ice bags around Jon’s bruised nuts, giving them a quick inspection at the same time. It was too soon to tell how the huge orbs were doing, but it did look like the swelling had gone down a little bit. All Mark could do was hope for the best. 

He then climbed back in bed and pressed himself up against Jon’s utterly enormous, herculean form, all without rousing the man from his deep, deep slumber. Mark was wide awake at this point, and once again hornier than he’d ever felt in his life. But as he gazed upon the peaceful, sleeping face of the blond behemoth, a feeling of great tenderness came over the young man. He reached out one hand and gently stroked the perfectly-formed cheek of the beyond handsome man, then ran his fingers up and down along the stud’s almost ridiculously heavy jawline and strong, prominent chin. He stroked the man’s bullish, thickly muscled neck, traveling up and down the enormous ropes of muscle girding that stout column and feeling his slow and steady pulse thundering through his fingertips. 

Next, his fingers traveled over the collarbone nearest to him, and was astounded at how the thick, long, gently-curved bone had been almost totally subsumed by the upper portion of Jon’s insanely thick and wide pectoral muscles. Mark had never before seen a chest that even remotely approached the monstrous proportions of Jon’s fantastic pecs. Even the most stacked comic book images of Superman didn’t come close! Mark gently ran his flattened hand over the incredibly vast expanse of thick, thick pec meat in front of him, marveling at the man’s unparalleled hugeness. He also noticed that, even in its perfectly relaxed state, each of the muscle groups comprising Jon’s colossal pecs were clearly and distinctly visible through his skin, each muscle belly swollen to near bursting with raw masculine power. Mark had thought Jon’s chest to be entirely hairless from a distance, but up close he could see that there was a light scattering of short, downy hairs, such a pale blond as to be nearly white, and so soft that even to the touch, Jon’s chest felt completely smooth. Considering the thickness of the blond hair on the big man’s handsome head and the thick forest of darker blond hair in his deep and muscular armpits, Mark was surprised as how relatively hairless Jon’s big body was. 

Mark eventually trailed his fingers over to the plump, succulent-looking nipple that topped Jon’s protuberant pec. The large pebble of firm flesh was set in a beautiful, coral-colored areola, and felt amazing between Mark’s fingertips. He gently rubbed and tweaked the nubbin of flesh, and felt it harden into an erect point under his ministrations. He more firmly pinched the swollen nipple a few times, and heard Jon give a soft moan of pleasure in response. Mark was pleased to find one of Jon’s erogenous zones, and was even happier to see that it was one that he shared as well. He filed that information away for later use and continued his explorations of Jon’s magnificent body. 

Jon’s midsection was so lean and chiseled that it looked like he was striking an abdominal crunch even when he was fully relaxed and asleep. Hell, Mark thought he could shred cheese on the deeply corrugated serratus muscles on Jon’s flank, and the etched cobblestones of Jon’s perfectly proportioned abdominal muscles really did look perfect for washing clothes. And as prominent and pronounced and chiseled as these muscles looked right now, Mark had seen these muscles in full flex earlier that day, and knew that they could explode into even GREATER definition. 

Mark raised himself up onto one elbow as his wandering hand finally traveled down to the base of Jon’s abs, where his absolutely spectacular ‘cum gutter’ muscles joined his muscular crotch. A triangle of trimmed, dark blond pubes framed Jon’s magnificent sex. The blond’s colossal flaccid cock was hanging limply over Jon’s left hip and onto the mattress next to him, pointing away from Mark, so the young man reached over and grasped the soft and spongy shaft just behind the massive head, and lifted the massive member upward for better inspection. Everything about this gigantic phallus fascinated Mark. Even in its fully flaccid state, Mark’s fingers could barely wrap more than halfway around the mighty shaft, and the foreskin-hooded head was bigger than the young man’s own fist. Part of Mark was saddened by the fact that Jon was hung so thick and so huge that he couldn’t hope to get even the soft head into his mouth, let alone even a portion of the mighty shaft… yet at the same time, he celebrated Jon’s monumental size, and reveled in all of its insane glory. Mark couldn’t believe how HEAVY the huge limp dick was, and estimated that he was easily holding up a good 10 pounds of man meat, maybe even more! Mark gently laid the enormous penis on the centerline of Jon’s abs, loving how the narrow chiseled channel between the ab muscles helped keep the mighty shaft in place. He was even more amazed and impressed at how the huge knob at the tip of that mighty cock nestled in the deep crevasse at the base of Jon’s gigantic mounding pecs. Mark slowly and languorously stroked the entire length of that fat shaft from root to tip, over and over again, not trying to stimulate the huge cock as much as to worship its staggering enormity, committing every inch, every snaking vein to memory. Mark felt a pang of great sadness at the thought of this mighty phallus never rising to tumescent glory again, and once again began to hope and pray that even some small portion of his massive testicles had survived their beyond-brutal pounding. 

The young man spent the next several hours slowly and thoroughly exploring every accessible bit of Jon’s titanic form. The muscle stud’s huge shoulders, arms, and legs all received their appropriate share of Mark’s rapt and worshipful attentions. Jon’s right hand alone Mark must have studied for a good quarter hour, marveling at its truly enormous size and the extraordinary thickness of its muscles, but also at its gracefulness, its perfect shape, its amazing beauty. Jon’s mighty, muscular feet also received similar attentions, as Mark’s hands explored every plane and curve of the stud’s huge and shapely feet. 

Mark’s own cock maintained a state of aching hardness throughout his detailed study of Jon’s magnificent physique, but the young man virtually ignored his own huge and insistent boner. It felt wrong to gratify himself while the object of his desire remained asleep, wondering when he awoke whether he would even still be a functioning male anymore. So Mark never once stroked his own cock, never brought himself to the orgasm that was boiling inside of his large and heavy balls. Instead, he lavished all of his focus and attention on the mighty male beside him. 

Hours later, Mark finally grew sleepy again, and with a very satisfied and content smile on his face, he once again curled up in the crook of Jon’s enormous arm, and fell asleep. 

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Jon awoke from a deep and healing sleep just after dawn. He realized that he’d hardly moved a muscle for the more than 12 hours that he’d slept, so exhausted had he been after yesterday’s ordeal. 

He also realized that Mark, the handsome young delivery man who had come to his rescue, was still curled up asleep next to him, and Jon felt a wave of tenderness and protectiveness wash over him. He had rarely allowed people into his life over the years, as he’d been disappointed and hurt too many times in the past, but he realized that this gorgeous young man was already worming his way into his heart. Jon smiled at the realization, and gently hugged Mark even closer, using his free hand to tenderly brush a lock of his dark brown hair out of the younger man’s eyes. 

The gentle touch woke Mark up, and as their eyes met, an unspoken communication traveled between them both, making both gorgeous men smile. 

“Good morning, handsome!” Jon said in a voice even deeper than normal. Mark could feel the bass rumble of Jon’s voice through his whole body, as it was pressed tightly to Jon’s vastly larger form, and he could feel his cock quickly grow rock hard again. Mark began to feel the ache of what was sure to be a massive case of blue balls, but he didn’t care — the fact that he was waking up next to this incredible man was all that mattered. 

“Good morning yourself!” Mark said in response, and pressed his eager cock against the side of Jon’s muscular hip. Then he seemed to remember their situation and said, “Hey, I want to look at your balls and see how they’re doing.” 

“Yeah, good idea,” Jon replied, moving the enormous weight of his huge arm to free Mark’s smaller form, and letting the young man rise up on his knees. The ice inside the plastic bags had melted many hours before, and the water inside now matched Jon’s own body temperature. Mark gently removed the bags from around Jon’s nuts, discarding them over the side of the bed, and then bent forward to critically examine the blond man’s gigantic bollocks. 

The first thing he noticed was that the swelling had gone down considerably, but since he didn’t know how big Jon’s balls were normally, he had no way of telling if they were back to their regular size yet. He just knew that he was seeing what had to be the two largest natural testicles in the world. They made him think of grapefruits, and coconuts, and cantaloupe melons, only Jon’s balls were bigger than any of these items. In fact, the only object he could think of that approximated the size of Jon’s mammoth orbs were a pair of 12-pound bowling balls! 

He next noticed that the angry dark red and vibrant purple that had colored Jon’s scrotum yesterday had faded as well, replaced by the ugly blue and black and yellow mottling of bruises that were a week old. Confused, Mark shook his head and said, “I don’t get it. Your balls are still covered in bruises, but they look like they’re from a week ago, not barely more than half a day.” 

“I’ve always been a very fast healer,” Jon truthfully responded as he also gazed down the length of his huge pecs and corrugated abs to visually inspect his own nuts. “But yeah, now that you mention it, they DO look way better than one would think! I’m scared to touch them, though. I’m just feeling a dull, throbbing ache coming from them, which has me worried. Would you mind feeling them for me?” 

A lump of nervousness caught in Mark’s throat, but he pushed past it and said, “Sure, Jon. Anything for you.” 

He then crawled down the bed until he was kneeling between Jon’s wide spread legs, facing Jon’s package. If Mark didn’t know better, and if he could ignore the ugly old bruising that marred the entire scrotum, then he would have said that there were two perfectly formed and completely healthy testicles sitting comfortably in Jon’s sac. But after seeing the ruin that was Jon’s manhood yesterday, he didn’t believe that that could possibly be the case! 

Mark reached forward with both hands to gently grasp as much of that heavy sac of nut flesh that he could, caressing their great curved surfaces and palpating for any obvious deformities or fractures. Not feeling any, Mark pressed and groped a little harder, a little firmer, and to his great surprise he could not find any flaws or weaknesses in either mammoth orb. He gripped both huge nuts even harder still, really trying to dig his fingers in, but his hands felt surprisingly firm resistance. While still highly malleable and pliable, Jon’s huge nuts were a far cry from the soft, mushy, and squishy mess that they were yesterday. Could it be that Jon’s nuts hadn’t been shattered after all, that the beefy tissues had survived even that final, crushing blow?!? Could it be that Jon’s balls had healed such a huge portion of their injuries simply overnight?!?

“How does this feel?” Mark inquired as he dug his strong fingers as hard as he could into the side of Jon’s bloated left ball, his fingers plunging almost halfway into the thick meat but then unable to squeeze any deeper. 

Jon winced and said, “That aches quite a bit, but not too bad. But how does it look, Mark?” worry and concern coloring Jon’s voice. “Do you think I’m going to lose my nuts? Do you think they’re gonna die?” 

Mark met Jon’s pale blue gaze with his own bright blue eyes. Wonder filled his voice as he said, “I dunno what to tell you, Jon. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve got a perfectly healthy and hearty set of bull nuts between your legs! I mean, they’re still pretty soft and squishy, and I wouldn’t go around pounding on them again for a little while, but yeah, I’d say they’re gonna pull through!” 

A look of tremendous joy and relief spread across Jon’s outrageously handsome face, and he lunged forward to give Mark a great big bear hug. They both laughed and hugged each other for a good long while, neither one wanting to break the embrace. But after a shockingly loud growl emanated from Jon’s empty stomach, both men laughed and realized that it was high time for some breakfast. 

As the got up, Jon explained that he normally had a small staff that worked at his home — a cook, a housekeeper, and a small team of gardeners and landscapers that took care of the grounds — but that they only worked on weekdays. In fact, he’d given them all the Friday off so that he could play with his new toy. They would therefore have the house to themselves for the entire weekend. Mark beamed at the thought, and Jon smiled in response, offering to make his guest breakfast. 

It was an unspoken agreement that both men would remain unclothed and fully naked all weekend, and Mark couldn’t help but openly gawk and stare at Jon’s incredible body every time he could… which was all the time. But he also caught Jon frequently checking him out as well, so he quickly lost all self consciousness about it. 

They both went downstairs to the enormous kitchen, where Jon proved yet another amazing talent by cooking a gourmet breakfast for them both. The two men sat outside on the back patio, the summer morning warm enough to be more than comfortable, and broke their fast in the glorious morning sun. They began sharing about themselves with the other, and Mark was amazed at how easy it was to talk with the huge muscle man. His earlier intimidation was gone, and he now felt perfectly comfortable and at ease with the blond titan. He didn’t even feel embarrassed anymore at the frequent erections he threw in the stud’s presence. 

The two men spent the entire day together, talking amiably, sharing intimate secrets, and otherwise getting to know each other. Mark was amazed to learn about Jon’s work, and how the huge muscle man was the focus of dozens of research projects. Mark told Jon about his time in the Peace Corps, and that he had begun going back to school part time to earn a degree of his own, though he laughed when he revealed that hadn’t yet decided between environmental sciences, biology, horticulture, or the humanities. Jon was taken by Mark’s kindness and compassion, and his tremendous energy and eagerness for life. The more they got to know each other, the more they liked each other, and the closer they became. 

Jon took Mark on a tour of the entire house, and later they wandered the lush and beautiful grounds, still as unashamedly naked as ever. At one point, Mark offered to clean up the mess in the dining room, and Jon suggested that they do it together. They put on boots and gloves - but nothing else - and worked together to clean up the glass from the broken window, and clear away the shattered standing mirror. 

Mark had expected all of Jon’s spunk from the previous day to have dried and hardened into a crust, but to his great surprise, much of the man’s beyond-prodigious bull load was still very wet and gloopy. He could only figure that it was so thick and there was just so much of it that it hadn’t had sufficient time to dry up yet. When he offered to get a mop and start cleaning up that part of the mess, Jon told him to not bother. He explained that the housekeeper was accustomed to such accidental ‘emissions’ now and again, and was very understanding and more than equipped to handle a job even as big as this. 

Finally, when the mess was largely cleared away, Mark lifted up the cum-spattered Annihilator and asked Jon what he wanted to do with it. Jon had hours before explained his proclivity for self-busting, and the constant training and punishment he put his balls through to make them grow ever stronger and tougher, and to increase their already astronomical rates of cum and testosterone production. So it therefore didn’t come as much of a surprise to Mark when Jon said that he wanted to keep the mechanical torture device. But what DID surprise Mark, and gave him his umpteenth boner of the day, was when Jon suggested that Mark help him using it in the future, to make sure he didn’t get out of hand again. 

Provided that his balls had survived their first encounter with The Annihilator, of course. 

Mark continued inspecting Jon’s gigantic bollocks throughout the day and into the evening. Their swelling did not decrease appreciably throughout the day, and Jon indicated with interest that they were still considerably larger than they’d been before their epic busting session. Both men speculated as to whether that increase in size might in fact be permanent — perhaps the ball walls had thickened with scar tissue after being so brutally and thoroughly cracked and fractured, or perhaps the dense ball meat itself had grown in size and mass. There would be no way of knowing until Jon got a chance to return to his research lab. 

The heavy bruising of both of Jon’s massive nuts, however, did continue to diminish and fade at an astonishingly rapid rate, such that by the evening, no trace of their godawful bruising remained! Both big balls had returned to a healthy pink color, glowing with vibrancy and life. But the great unknown was whether they were still a functioning set of gonads, or whether they’d been reduced to mere showpieces, enormous lumps of non-functional nut meat. 

Jon treated Mark to a delicious homemade dinner that night, and the two retired to a comfortable sitting room to talk for hours more. Finally, as the clock neared midnight, the two decided that it was time for bed. 

Despite the unspoken assurances Jon had given Mark throughout the day, which included frequent touching and hand holding, Mark got nervous around bedtime, and asked in an uncertain voice if he could share Jon’s bed again that night. Jon reached forward and grabbed Mark into a huge embrace and told Mark that he was welcome in his bed tonight, tomorrow night, and for as many nights thereafter as he wanted. The happy smile that broke across Mark’s gorgeous face at that moment was the only further assurance Jon needed, as he leaned forward and began to passionately kiss the shorter, younger man. Mark returned that first kiss with equal eagerness and passion, and the two maintained that tight embrace for a long time. 

When they finally did disengage, Mark grabbed Jon’s larger hand and led the blond titan to his own bed. Though his balls fiercely ached at this point with more than 24 hours of backed up cum, Mark once again ignored his insistent libido and instead crawled into bed, pulling a smiling Jon in after him. They cuddled and made out some more before Mark turned his back to Jon and snuggled his body up as tightly against the far bigger man as he could. Jon grinned and wrapped his arms around Mark and pulled him into a tight embrace, and gave Mark a spooning unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. 

And that’s how they spent the night, with Mark wrapped tightly in Jon’s mighty embrace, both of them sleeping better than they had in years… 

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The next morning, Mark awoke with an almost painful fullness and pressure in his balls, and he realized that there was something large and warm lodged between his big legs. He slowly opened his eyes and looked down, and realized he was staring at the business end of the most outrageously enormous cock he had ever seen! Jon’s body was still pressed tightly against Mark’s back, and the blond giant had obviously thrown a colossal boner in the night, his first boner since his injury on Friday afternoon! Could this mean that Jon’s nuts were actually working?!? 

Jon’s bazooka of a boner was wedged between Mark’s legs, pressing against the underside of the lad’s overfilled balls and all but crushing them against his own groin. The rest of the mammoth organ strained in front of Mark, the over three-foot-long column of warm steel reaching all the way to his own chest! 

Grinning with pleasure and aching with lust, Mark wrapped both arms around Jon’s titanic penis and hugged it tight to his body, spooning the massive phallus much like Jon was spooning his own body. It was the very first time Mark had touched Jon’s hard cock, and he was amazed that the tumescent member was just as hard as Jon’s massive muscles, or maybe even harder! And the heat and the scent coming off of the massive whale cock was beyond intoxicating. Mark bent his head forward and placed a kiss directly onto the pouting lips at the tip of Jon’s cock head before hungrily exploring its surface with his wet and eager tongue. 

“I was WONDERING when you’d wake up!” Jon chuckled behind him, the rumble of his chest against Mark’s back making the young man writhe in pleasure. 

“And it looks like someone ELSE is finally awake and ready to play!” Mark eagerly responded. 

“Shall we take this beast for a test drive and see how it’s working?” Jon asked. 

“With pleasure!!” Mark responded. 

And over the course of that lazy summer Sunday, the pair proved more than a dozen times that Jon’s sexual plumbing was indeed working in tip top order. In fact, by the end of the weekend, there were so many thick puddles and sticky messes of Jon’s insanely copious spunk that even Jon admitted his housekeeper would have a hard time cleaning it all up, and so the pair of them happily mopped up the worst of the mess themselves. 

Monday morning, Mark drove his UPS truck back to the warehouse and gave his notice, effective immediately. He then drove his car back to his apartment, gathered his clothes, and drove back to Jon’s house, moving in with him that same day. 

The following day, Mark accompanied Jon to his lab, where he and the other scientists ran a battery of tests. Fluoroscopy showed that the size increase of Jon’s testicles was indeed permanent, and as he’d suspected, was a combination of thicker, tougher outer walls surrounding both orbs, AND a substantial increase in growth of the interior sperm and hormone producing meat inside the testicles themselves. What was shocking, however, was that absolutely no evidence of damage could be found inside either massive gonad. There was no scar tissue of any kind, no evidence of fractures or cracks in the testicular walls, no sign of any kind that Jon’s nuts had been brought to the very brink of utter and complete destruction just three days before. 

Fluid tests revealed even MORE startling discoveries. Their greatest fear was that Jon’s balls’ near brush with obliteration would have left them impotent, no longer able to manufacture viable sperm. Jon feared that while he could still clearly get hard and achieve orgasm, his balls might no longer be able to create living sperm, and that his dreams of someday having children and passing along his genetic legacy may have been destroyed. The test results put those fears to rest forever, and in a very big way. 

Jon’s rate of sperm production had more than DOUBLED!! And the sperm cells themselves were just as amazingly fecund and potent as ever. Jon could easily populate an entire PLANET if he put his mind to it, so needless to say, his worries about his potential to be a father someday were not just dismissed, they were obliterated. 

As for the rate of testosterone production inside of Jon’s unbelievably massive balls, that production rate had increased by an entire order of MAGNITUDE!! Jon’s bollocks were positively SWIMMING with the stuff, and flooding his muscles with even greater power. When the scientists then warned Jon to expect an imminent and significant increase is size, strength, and muscle mass, Mark got light headed and had to sit down. 

Apparently, Big Jon still had a lot of growing to do. 

In the days and weeks that followed, Mark and Jon fell more deeply in love with one another. A month after he’d moved in with Jon, Mark announced that he wanted to change his major to anatomy, physiology, and genetics, so that he could better assist Jon with his research. Jon was powerfully moved by Mark’s decision, and the two kissed and embraced. 

But the younger man had a gleam in his eye, and he clarified that he wouldn’t just be assisting Jon at the research laboratory — he would also be helping Jon’s ‘experiments’ at home. Mark then presented Jon with a medium-sized wrapped gift, sitting on the table behind him. Jon opened the cube-shaped package and saw a gleaming metal sphere inside. Confused but excited, Jon reached in with both hands and hauled out the very heavy sphere, and noticed that there was a deep hole drilled on one side of the sphere. As realization dawned on Jon, Mark spoke up. 

“Meet the latest attachment for The Annihilator,” Mark said with an evil grin on his handsome face. “You’re holding a 12-inch-diameter sphere of solid titanium, weighing a good 150 pounds. Your balls have grown so big that I figured an 8-inch-diameter sphere just wasn’t big enough anymore. And now that your ball walls gave gotten so much thicker and tougher after LAST month’s beating, I knew that a wooden sphere simply wouldn’t do. We need to keep challenging those big, rock hard BOULDERS you’ve got swingin’ between your big legs!” 

Jon felt his pulse begin to race and the long snake of his limp cock start to pump up and inflate. At a loss for words, Jon just examined the heavy metal sphere resting in the palms of his huge hands for a few moments, and then looked up at Mark and said, “Can we try it out tonight?” 

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That’s all for now regarding Mark and Jon, though I’d love to visit them again in the future. 

For example, I wonder what would happen if someone consumed a steady diet of Big Jon’s power-packed cum. Mark is no doubt swallowing buckets of the insanely thick and chunky stuff every day, really having to work those throat muscles hard to swallow the intensely viscous gloop. All that testosterone and pure protein would certainly have some kind of effect on Mark’s already gorgeous body. Maybe it will make his muscles explode into even greater size. Maybe his 10-inch cock and lemon-sized balls would grow and expand as well. Mark could never be nearly as huge as Jon (not the least because he’s more than a full foot shorter than the blond titan), but on a steady diet of Jon’s super potent cum, maybe he’d get a hell of a lot closer. 

For that matter, just how much bigger can Jon get? His height isn’t going to increase, and as huge as his frame is, I’m not sure how much larger his muscles can swell before they start impeding his mobility. Maybe his muscles get bigger, but then instead of continuing to grow, they simply get denser and heavier, almost like his muscles are growing in a constricted space. His weight keeps on ratcheting upward, but to all appearances, he looks the same. Except for his cock and balls, of course, which keep on growing…  ;) 

And what would happen if evil forces learned of Jon and his super cum, and wanted to catch him for nefarious purposes? I was thinking about Mark and Jon going on a vacation together, renting an uninhabited tropical island for a few weeks so that they could enjoy the sand and surf but still keep Jon away from prying eyes. Perhaps some evil cabal or group of mad scientists use this opportunity to capture both gorgeous young men. This could provide a perfect venue to further test the tensile strength and raw power of Jon’s titanic balls, as they are pitched against ever more brutal tortures and torments, while Mark is forced to watch. Ideas, anyone?