Here is the conclusion of the Banded Olympian saga, just in time for Christmas! :D I really hope that you all enjoy it. At the last minute, I've added an afterword to suggest a continuation of the series, though I have no plans to do so at the moment.
But, as always, I encourage your input in the comments section below on where you'd like to see this story go next...
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Banded Olympian Muscle Stud - Part 4
Based on an original story by an unknown author
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Tim realized that his jaw had been gaping open for at least the past ten minutes, and he slowly closed his suddenly dry mouth. He had just witnessed the most incredible display of hyper virile masculinity in history splash across his various computer monitors, and it was taking him a very long time to collect himself again. He felt something warm and wet on his chin and neck, and realized that he had spontaneously shot his own load during Matthew’s colossal testicular purge, plastering his own upper body with one of the biggest and most violent loads of his life.
The stunned football player absentmindedly wiped away the bulk of his hot and creamy jizz with a handy kitchen towel as his mind processed the extraordinary scene he’d just witnessed. His heart flooded with joy as he watched his hunky friend Matthew defeat the dark green band that had been trying to strangulate his massive balls, and seeing a healthy color return to those enormous bollocks let Tim know that the stud’s titanic testes still lived!
But Tim also quickly realized that his friend’s behemoth balls were still in mortal danger, for if Matthew was still trapped inside that metal stall come dawn, his gorgeous gonads would be unceremoniously sliced off as the sun peeked above the horizon! With renewed hope and urgency in his heart, Tim resumed his efforts to crack the code of the livecam website, desperate to locate and save his secret love before it was too late.
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After night fell, the temperature inside the barn once again dropped, and only the heat from the dozens of bright lights kept the temperature from becoming dangerously low. Still, the exposure of Matthew’s naked body to the chill cold further sapped his flagging energy, leaving the handsome young muscle bull more exhausted and fatigued than ever. Hour after hour slowly ticked by, and the raping of Matthew’s loins continued at regular intervals, forcing his beleaguered and critically overworked balls to cough up more of their precious liquid cargo every 15 minutes.
Matthew had never been so tired in his whole life, and had never known so much deep throbbing agony. His humongous cock was so hideously bloated and distended that it was nearly purple with congested blood, and it burned with an ache unlike anything the young hunk had ever known. His prostate was a swollen knot of pure agony, so bruised and battered by the invading dildo that it felt like a white hot coal of pain. And his balls, his poor ill-used and overworked balls, felt utterly spent and exhausted, even as they continued to prove their unparalleled mettle by whipping up vast amounts of fresh baby batter at a fantastically accelerated rate, and then pumping out all of that prime quality seed every quarter hour. His great vessels of manhood sagged lower than they ever had in his life, dangling a good 8 or 9 inches below his crotch, and glowing a bright and angry red from being forced to churn out sperm at such an unnaturally rapid rate.
Matthew’s giant gonads were being redlined to the extreme, and though the devastatingly handsome muscle man was grateful that his huge orbs had survived their near death experience with the bander, he began to fear that they might burn out into useless husks even before they were sliced off at dawn. The gorgeous Olympian despaired that he would survive the coming day an intact male…
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Precious hours had slipped by, and a desperate Tim once again began to despair of ever being able to trace the website and locate Matt’s position. There were only hours to go before dawn, and he knew that time was running out for his handsome friend.
The big football player was at a loss for what to do next, his anxiety growing with each passing minute. He began to pour over the footage he’d recorded for the thousandth time, searching for some hint, some clue he hadn’t noticed before, that might help him save his friend.
That’s when he noticed it. His timestamped footage showed the exact moment when the previous dawn’s light had begun to bathe Matthew’s staggeringly muscular body with its golden radiance, as well as the exact moment that the sun had passed below the horizon some 12 hours later. Tim also realized that he could determine the angle at which the sunlight entered through the barn doors. With a flash of an idea, the excited college jock realized that he might be able to closely estimate the latitude of Matthew’s location based on the times of the sunrise and sunset, and that he might be able to use satellite imagery and the orientation of the barn to find suitably-sized structures that might meet the barn’s description. With hope and resolve flaring once more in his heart, Tim quickly got dressed, packed up his two laptops, and raced down to his car. He was going to use the two computers to start zeroing in on Matthew’s position as he drove into the night. He just prayed that he’d be able to find Matthew in time…
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00:34:25 — 00:34:24 — 00:34:23
Matt couldn’t believe that he was now in the final hour of his 48-hour torture. He was both relieved and terrified; relieved that, in a little more than half an hour and for better or for worse, his punishment would be over and he would be free, but terrified that the coming dawn would also mean the end of his precious balls. He was weary beyond description, having been forced to orgasm nearly 200 times in the past two days while his powerful body has been kept shackled and nearly immobile. The proof of his phenomenal virility was sprayed out before him in a massive, fan-shaped swamp of soggy earth, sperm-drenched hay, and huge pools of cooling spunk.
The young muscle giant felt chilled to the bone, the cold pre-dawn air sucking the dwindling energy from his body. Matthew felt he might never be warm again. But the cold was nothing compared to the inhuman pain he was suffering.
The herculean stud flexed his titanic arms once again, struggling futilely to somehow free himself from the steel restraints that had kept him bound at ankle, wrist, and neck for two full days. His massive muscles were tight and stiff from being kept in the same position for so long, his joints aching and sore, but those aches and pains were NOTHING compared to the inferno of agony erupting from his genitals. Matt knew that his sexual plumbing was already damn near ruined, and that even if he were somehow rescued at this late hour, he wasn’t sure if there was anything left that could be saved. His hideously bloated cock, so horrifically swollen and distended that it now easily measured over 18 extraordinary inches in length, had been kept so turgid and so stiff for so long that Matthew feared it might die. And his prostate had been so ruthlessly and mercilessly zapped and hammered for so long that it felt like it was wrecked and destroyed, and his monumentally muscular ass raped until his previously tight hole felt raw and gaping.
But even those pains paled in comparison to the white hot agony inside of his balls. Oh, his balls, his BALLS! Matthew’s mighty sex organs almost visibly pulsed in raging pain, bright red and bloated, with enormous veins protruding all over their vast curved surfaces. He couldn’t see them from over his mammoth pectoral muscles, but he could FEEL how swollen and distended they were. Even all of these hours after finally breaking free of the dark green rubber band and purging the multiple gallons of splooge that had been packed inside of them, Matt’s boulder balls hadn’t shrunk any smaller than ostrich eggs in size, and the jury was out on how much of that expanded size was simply temporary swelling due to abuse and overuse, and how much might actually be permanent. Not that that was much of a concern at that moment, what with his impending castration at dawn…
The two IVs inserted into Matthew’s big bollocks were even now still pumping those mighty sperm factories chock full of nutrients, growth hormones, and spunk accelerants, brutally fording those hot, heavy, and exhausted orbs pump out even more of their vital essence. The pain felt like his huge gonads must have already been reduced to burnt out rubble, utterly stripped of their virility and their ability to make sperm, but those twin spunk bunkers continued to defy all odds and prove their continued vitality again and again, as they churned out a seemingly never-ending supply of rich and thick baby batter.
With each ejaculation, the burning pain inside his nuts increased to the point where they now felt like they were filled with molten magma. What had started out as toe-curling ecstasy 48 hours ago had become the stuff of nightmares, with each orgasmic contraction of his nuts feeling like he was being kicked square in the balls by a bull elephant. Even the mighty Matthew Clarke nearly lost consciousness with each goliath cum load, for the agony was so intense that his massively muscular body could scarce endure it.
Some small corner of his pain-wracked and fatigue-addled mind still prayed for a miracle, that someone would find him, that someone would rescue him, that somehow he’d break loose or the machine itself would malfunction. But as the clock ticked down and the electronic dildo once again revved up to herald the beginning of yet another extraction cycle, Matthew felt his last hopes ebbing away…
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The growing brightness on the horizon only increased Tim’s panic as he raced down narrow country roads. He knew he was getting close, but he’d checked out nearly a dozen barns and similar structures within the past hour, and none of them housed the missing Olympian. There were scarcely ten minutes left on the clock. Tim threw caution to the wind and drove his car to dangerous speeds, hoping against hope that he could find his friend Matthew in time.
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Matthew was so exhausted that he hung limply from his restraints, his handsome head slumped as far forward as the steel band around his bison neck would allow. The dregs of his most recent bull load were still dripping from his monstrous, throbbing cock into the vast lake of spunk below. It had been perhaps his most painful and voluminous ejaculation yet, a fitting swan song to his soon-to-be-ended masculinity. The young man felt like he’d pumped his very soul out of his huge cock, like his life force was being forced out of his balls through his pulsating cock.
Every beat of his proud heart felt like a kick to his balls, over and over and over again, and his mind swam in a continuous fog of pain. Just the very weight of his ostrich egg sized bollocks caused him tremendous pain, pulling and tugging at the thick cords and cables that anchored those gigantic nuts to his lean and muscular crotch. Matthew’s nuts had never hung free of his compression shorts or any other form of support for such a long time before, and even without all of the swelling and bloating and marathon ejaculating, he was pretty sure his nuts would be aching simply from their own great weight. But now they were even heavier than ever, and had been worked almost to failure by the extraction machine, Matthew’s behemoth bollocks were now twin suns of searing agony. Though he was desperate to somehow save his beautiful nuts, he knew with dread certainty that, one way or another, their extended abuse and torture would end soon.
Despite his exhaustion, Matthew was painfully aware of the ticking clock, counting down the remaining moments of his intact manhood.
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There was the other pain as well, also deep, almost within his bowels. At first it had been a source of wondrous pleasure unlike anything he’d ever known, and with each cycle the machine had milked his manhood with an intensity that curled his muscular toes and made his thundering heart skip a beat. The first dozen ejaculations had been pure orgasmic pleasure — hell, the first several dozen had been amazing! — but even Matthew’s sturdy plumbing wasn’t meant to be pushed to such extremes. After a time he reached a point where the electrical pulsation of the invading dildo had burned its way up through his asshole and fired its charge down the awesome length of his throbbing cock, literally burning its way right through the middle of his prostate gland in the process. The current had milked him like a bull, and he had shot more hot, chunky, and incredibly thick semen out of his dick in the last two days than he’d shot in his entire life! He’d eventually reached a point where the pleasure had just disappeared totally, and had been instead replaced with only pain, the current splitting him in two, his humongous horse cock twitching spasmodically under the lightning bolts of electrical agony.
Matthew was surprised that he hadn’t already lost the ability to ejaculate. Between the utter exhaustion of all of the ejaculatory muscles in his groin and the brutal punishment his prostate had endured, he would have more than half expected that all of his sensory nerves would have been fried, his mammoth cock would have finally failed and flagged and gone limp, never to rise again, and that his poor prostate gland would have been cooked and charred to a shriveled lump of carbon. But the mighty Olympian’s sexual plumbing had proven itself to be every bit as strong and tough and powerful as the rest of his magnificent physique, and Matt felt a strange sense of pride that he’d be facing his unmanning with his gigantic rock still standing hard as a steel beam and his colossal balls almost visibly pulsing with vitality and life. He would remain a man right up until the very end.
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And that end was coming very soon…
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With just minutes to go, Tim spotted yet another barn on the near horizon, another possible hiding place for his hunky friend. He knew that if he gunned the engine, he might have just enough time to check this final barn. The sun had almost risen above the treetops in the distance, and Tim threw the car into its highest gear as he sped toward the waiting building.
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With one minute to go on the clock, the diabolical extraction machine switched on once more. The hated dildo began to plow his churning bowels once again, hammering at his prostate even as it sent bolts of lightning through the tortured gland and up the entire length of his massive penis.
Matthew groaned and sobbed as he was raped for what he knew would be the final time. He began to weakly fight against his restraints once more, his fantastic strength now a mere fraction of its former glory. But desperation drove him on, trying with every ounce of his being to free himself and save his nuts.
A golden glow flooded the room, and Matthew lifted his weary head to see the sun starting to peek above the horizon. It’s warm light bathed his heartbreakingly handsome face, and started to slowly illuminate down the length of his gorgeous body, working its way down toward his tortured groin. Once that sunlight was fully striking his low-hanging nuts, Matthew knew that the final solenoid would activate and slice off his beloved balls. The time of his castration was almost at hand.
Suddenly, Matt heard what sounded like a car engine, growing closer even as he listened. Hope gave him a surge of energy, and he began to shout and scream for help. He saw a familiar car race up the driveway, and his relief was so profound that he didn’t even question why his friend Tim’s car was arriving on the scene. The final seconds continued to wind down, and he knew it would be a race against time for his would-be rescuer to save his huge nuts.
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Tim could see the shine of dozens of lights coming out of the open barn doors, and he knew without a shred of doubt that he’d finally found the correct farm. He gunned the engine until the last second, skidding to a gravel-spraying stop just feet from the barn entrance. He threw himself out of the open car door and began to sprint into the barn. It only took him a heartbeat to take in the scene — his gorgeous friend Matthew shackled within a metal horse stall in the center of the large room, his naked body splayed out spread eagled, his massive limbs spread out wide, his impossibly gigantic cock pointing skyward and throbbing with masculine might, a look of wild hope and desperation shining in his beautiful blue eyes.
And his titanic bull balls, hanging so tremendously low and heavy from his crotch, directly in line with the deadly path of the solenoid with its super heated wire. Tim knew that all he had to do was reach Matthew’s side in time to lift up his nuts with his hands to get them out of that deadly path. That’s it — that’s all he needed to do! And with mere seconds on the clock, he was going to get there just in time!
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The instant relief on Matthew’s handsome face when he saw his teammate and pal Tim appear was enough to break one’s heart. The gorgeous stud began to sob as his dear friend sprinted toward him. Their eyes met, and the smiles that broke across both of their faces made even the dawn’s rosy light pale in comparison.
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Tim was grinning from ear to ear as his gridiron-trained legs pumped and chewed up the distance from the barn opening to his waiting, captive friend. He was going to make it! He was going to save Matthew’s big, beautiful balls!!
But Tim hadn’t counted on how slick the earthen floor had become after being sprayed with gallons and gallons of Matt’s incredibly thick and slippery nut slop. He’d crossed half the distance in a flash, but then his right foot slipped in all of the nut sludge. He tried to catch and right himself, stumbling a couple more steps forward, but then he completely lost his footing and tumbled forward.
Time seemed to slow down as Tim fell. Both his and Matthew’s eyes grew large with surprise and terror as they saw the Olympian’s final hopes at rescue draining away. The second solenoid had already been activated, the 1/8-inch wire already glowing with red-hot heat, ready to slice through anything in its path. Tim screamed as he fell.
“NOOOOOOO!!!!!”
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Matthew’s overwhelming joy turned to terror and soul-crushing disappointment in an instant as he saw his friend Tim slip and stumble and start to fall. There was no way he could get up in time to reach him now, and he braced himself for the painful slicing of his heavy, throbbing nuts.
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There were only a few seconds left on the clock as Tim’s powerful jock body impacted the cum-splattered ground with a huge splash of sperm and mud. His forward momentum made Tim skid forward like he was sliding into home plate, great slugs of gamey spunk splashing ahead of him. He came to a rest less than half a dozen feet in front of his naked friend, and he therefore had a perfect front row seat for what happened next.
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Even in these final seconds, the malicious machine continued attacking his body, thrusting the metal dildo into his wrecked and ruined prostate, pulsing electrical current through the burned out gland and through his hard-as-a-fucking-crowbar cock. Matthew bucked and thrust his hips as his ass was getting raped once more, powerless to do anything but ride out these final seconds of torture. His great muscles were forced to spasmodically contract and flex in time with the electrical pulsations, his ass jerking and his hips humping the open air as if his life depended on it.
And perversely, even in these final seconds, Matthew felt another orgasm about to slam into his loins. His aching, exhausted, beyond-spent loins. And it looked like that orgasm was going to hit just as the wire sliced off his nuts.
In a final act of desperation, Matthew began to flex the cremaster muscles inside his scrotum, in the hopes of lifting his huge balls out of the path of the super heated wire. But perhaps the most exhausted muscles in his entire body were those that encircled his two titanic testicles in a smooth sheet of muscle. Two entire days of continuous contractions and pulsations had utterly worn out these muscles, which was part of the reason why his massive bull nuts were sagging 9 full inches below his crotch. Two days of being continuously pumped full of growth hormones and virility enhancements had also caused his already gargantuan bollocks to swell even bigger, growing fatter and fuller and thicker and denser, until each mammoth orb was actually heavier than the 16-pound shot put balls that Matthew used in competition! There was no WAY that those exhausted cremaster muscles could haul more than 40 pounds of prime bull nut meat high enough to escape the deadly embrace of the cutting wire! Was there?!
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The entire front of Tim’s body was completely drenched in his friend’s incredibly thick and funky spunk, but the horrified football jock barely noticed. His sorrowful green eyes were locked on the massive, double-barreled bulge of his best friend’s goliath nutsac, hanging so low and vulnerable between his colossally muscular thighs. He knew with a sick certainty that he was about to see the red hot wire cut through the neck of that saggy scrotum. And then Matthew’s ball sac, that massive pouch of velvety smooth skin that contained the young man’s most prized possessions, the two sex glands that were the ultimate source of his incredible strength and muscularity and overwhelming manliness, would drop to the barnyard floor below with a wet splat, landing in a cooling pool of his own heroic virility. Tim was filled with a sense of soul-crushing loss and he turned his tear-stained face upward and prepared to witness the unmanning of his best friend.
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As the final seconds counted down, Matthew rhythmically flexed his groin muscles as hard as he could, trying to force the exhausted tethers suspending his monstrously swollen bollocks to retract. The spermatic muscles quivered and flexed, causing his gargantuan gonads to jump and quiver on the ends of their cables, hauling themselves up and inch or two with each flex before falling heavily to the bottom of their sac once again. Just that small amount of movement was a herculean effort on Matthew’s part, but he knew that it wouldn’t be nearly enough to save his balls. His titanic testicles had swollen so impossibly huge, and were hanging so impossibly low, that they would need to retract nearly the entire 9 inches of their extraordinary dangle to escape death at the hands of the white hot cutting wire.
There would be no reprieve. There would be no last minute rescue at the hands of his faithful friend. There would be no thwarting his imminent and beyond cruel castration. Matthew could only look helplessly at the digital clock as it counted down the final moments of his masculinity.
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In those final seconds, Matthew’s ultimate orgasm hit like a planet-busting meteor directly into his nuts, his most outrageously powerful and painful orgasm yet. With a mighty bellow of defiance and desperation, Matthew flexed every mighty muscle in his gargantuan body, including the exhausted and spent muscles between his legs, creating the most fantastic vision of hyper-flexing muscular perfection that the world had ever seen. And just as the second solenoid was released and the white hot wire began its path of destruction toward the neck of Matthew’s dangling nutsac, his groin muscles gave one last, mighty heave, and with a spasmodic jerk, yanked his bloated bollocks upward so hard and so fast that they collided with his groin, locking in place just as the first great blast of spunk shot like a rocket out of his terminally engorged penis.
With a fraction of a second to spare, Matthew’s goliath gonad’s narrowly escaped destruction, heaving themselves upwards in the nick of time as the super heated wire passed harmlessly below them!
A prone Tim looked up at the mighty super stud with a mixture of awe, surprise, and tremendous relief on his handsome face as he began to be showered and pelted with the steamy hot sludge of Matthew’s ridiculously copious procreative juices. Matthew continued to bellow — in defiance, in agony, and in victory — as he laid a fresh coat of chunky white spunk all the way to the barn doorway.
After the first few gargantuan pulses of man cream, Matthew’s balls unlocked themselves from the base of his thundering cock and plummeted nearly to the bottom of their fleshy tethers, only to be hauled upward again on the next mighty pulse. This continued, over and over and over again, Matthew’s impossibly massive balls violently yo-yoing up and down throughout the remainder of his record-shattering final orgasm, their jerking movements causing the young Olympian knee-buckling pain even as they unloaded their heavy ballast across the large room.
When Matthew’s orgasm shuddered to an end many long minutes later, a loud bang issued throughout the room as all five restraints at neck, wrist, and ankle suddenly unlocked and released the exhausted muscle bull. Tim had regained his feet by this point, and he lunged forward to help support Matthew’s enormous bulk before he could collapse to the sperm lake before. The metal dildo had also simultaneously extracted itself from the well-plumbed depths of the young man’s ravaged ass, leaving behind a deep, dull ache. Matthew wrapped his mammoth arms around his hunky friend and clung to him like his life depended upon it, huge sobs racking his massive frame as he began to release the terror and agony of his recent travails. Tim just held his best friend tight and helped prop the nearly 400 pound stud bull upright as relief washed over them both, whispering soothing words into his ear and gently stroking the sweat drenched muscles of his naked back.
It took more than ten minutes for Matthew’s racking sobs to die down and the tears to stop flowing from his brilliant, cornflower blue eyes. By then, the mighty muscle man could once more stand on his own, and he pulled away just enough to stare wordlessly into Tim’s upturned eyes, the two friends sharing a silent moment of deepest understanding. And then, without a word, Matthew leaned forward and began to tenderly and passionately kiss the shorter man, wrapping his massive guns even tighter around Tim’s smaller form. Tim’s secret dream came true in that moment, and he returned Matthew’s passionate kiss with even greater fervor, and the two remained locked in their first embrace for a long, long time.
When the pair finally broke from their first kiss, Tim helped Matthew assess the damage to his raped and pillaged body. Matthew’s injuries, such as they were, were focused almost entirely on his bollocks, which were still bloated larger than ostrich eggs and dangled impossibly low between his enormously muscled thighs. Those two titanic testicles were glowing a dark and angry red from the extreme levels of overuse to which they’d been subjected, and they felt feverishly hot cradled in Tim’s gentle hands, but they appeared to be completely intact. Even the dark ring of bruising where the rubber castration band had nearly choked his balls to death was starting to fade. Matthew would no doubt be sore in his cock, balls, and ass for many days to come, but he appeared to have somehow miraculously escaped any permanent injury! In fact, the only lasting change from his near-brush with emasculation was the fact that his already gargantuan balls had permanently swollen almost 50% larger than before, and that their great weight caused them to hang even lower than ever. Otherwise, Matthew’s status as the greatest alpha stud male the world had ever seen remained unchanged.
Tim helped Matthew remove the two IVs still imbedded inside his balls, which were continuing to flood their beefy interiors with fluids and nutrients and performance-enhancing cocktails. He then helped his friend hobble over to a chair in the corner of the barn, finding some heavy woolen blankets to drape over Matthew’s hulking form as he got out his cell phone and called the police. The two friends — and now more-than-friends — huddled together for the next 20 minutes or so as they waiting for the authorities to arrive. They both knew that a media firestorm of unprecedented proportions was about to break across the globe, and Tim swore to help Matthew get through it.
But important questions remained. Who had orchestrated Matthew Clarke’s capture, torture, and near-castration? And perhaps even more importantly, would they come back and try again? Tim and Matthew looked wordlessly into each other’s eyes, both fearful that they knew the answer to that second question…
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Aftermath
Matthew did indeed make a full and complete recovery in the days that followed. Both he and Tim were interviewed extensively by the FBI, giving every detail they could recall of the events of Matt’s abduction and torture to the authorities, but they had little hope that the mysterious cabal of wealthy and jaded elites known simply as the Organization would be found. It was hard for either young man to not be constantly looking over their shoulders, waiting for masked abductors to show up again, but they moved on as best they can.
Upon his release, Matt threw himself headlong into training during the final two months leading up to the Summer Olympic Games. Tim took a leave from his university studies to devote himself full time to being Matthew’s trainer… and his full time, live in boyfriend and lover. Perhaps the most amazing result to come out of Matt’s abduction and near unmanning was that he and Tim found true love in each other. Their multiple daily love-making sessions were Olympic-level events themselves, and quickly became another part of Matthew’s rigorous training regimen.
Some of the effects of the marathon raping and plundering of the handsome muscle hunk’s outsized manhood were indeed permanent. The dangerously prolonged erection of his massive stud cock had stretched out those beefy tissues to such a degree that, even at its most flaccid and limp state, Matt’s cock now never measured less than 12 inches in length. When steely hard and erect, his titanic schlong measured a record-annihilating 18+ inches in length, and was now so thick and vein gnarled that it was simply too girthy and massive to readily fit into any human orifice. Fortunately, the huge muscle titan proved to be a ravenously hungry bottom, loving nothing more than feeling Tim’s massive 10-inch cock hammering at his swollen and throbbing prostate.
Matt’s testicles also hadn’t emerged from their ordeal unchanged. Each colossal oblong orb was now the size of the very largest of ostrich eggs, and so extraordinarily heavy and dense that the 40 pounds of prime nut meat created an obscenely profound dangle to his scrotum, stretching his burgeoning nutsac down a good 8 or 9 inches from his muscular crotch. The extreme workout they’d endured, plus the gallons of growth hormones and virility enhancers that had been pumped into them for 48 long hours, had permanently increased their sperm production as well, taking his already super human virility to stratospheric levels. Big Matt simply HAD to purge his bloated testicles of their sloshing mega load every few hours to avoid very painful swelling and congestion in his nuts, and Tim was only more than happy to help out his devastatingly handsome friend every chance he got.
The young Olympic hopeful made extraordinary gains in both muscle mass and strength over the course of the next weeks. Perhaps it was Matthew’s almost single-minded dedication to his training, or the nearly constant and extremely athletic love-making that the handsome hulk and his beautiful lover Tim engaged in. Or maybe it was the almost incalculable levels of testosterone and growth hormones now pumping out of Matt’s now super-sized nuts, flooding his titanic body with the building blocks for explosive muscle growth. Probably it was a combination of all three of these factors. Regardless, Matthew gained a staggering amount of muscular weight in the final weeks leading up to the competition, so that when he and Tim arrived at the Olympic Stadium, the handsome behemoth weighed in as the heaviest Olympic athlete of all time. The combination of the 20-pound gain in testicular mass he’d gained during his abduction and forced gonadal growth, and the astounding 70 pounds of freakishly dense and striated muscle mass that he added over the course of two months on insanely intense training to his already stupendously muscular frame, meant that Matthew Clarke topped the scales at a mind-blowing 485 pounds!! That was a full 150 POUNDS heavier than he’d been when he’d competed at his previous Olympic Games, and 4 pounds heavier than the next heaviest Olympic athlete in history, who had been a morbidly obese judo wrestler!!! Matt had transformed into a walking BEAST of muscle beyond anyone’s wildest imaginings, and yet he somehow maintained a level of insanely shredded conditioning and heart-stoppingly beautiful proportions and aesthetics that would have seemed utterly impossible for a man of such goliath size and mass.
Needless to say, Matthew’s arrival at the Summer Games triggered a publicity blitz unlike anything ever seen before in any sports competition in history. And it was also a foregone conclusion that the 22-year-old muscle titan would once again sweep all ten gold medals in his powerlifting and field competitions, as well as utterly obliterate his previously-established world records in every strength event. The media firestorm that followed Matt’s stunning victories — and the mysterious abduction of both Matthew Clarke and his handsome lover Tim shortly after the conclusion of the Olympic Games — shook the sporting world to its core.
But that, as they say, is another story…
