Banded Olympian Muscle Stud - Part 2 of 4

Hours have gone by, and Matthew continues to suffer the predations of the Extraction Machine. Meanwhile, his college football teammate, Tim, wakes up to discover that his best friend and secret crush has been abducted and is being erotically tortured on a live online video stream. 

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Banded Olympian Muscle Stud - Part 2

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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It was very late in the evening when a considerably inebriated Tim finally got back to his apartment after celebrating his football team’s championship victory at the local pub. The young college stud decided to log onto his computer and find some good porn, have a good wank, and then go to bed. His big, thick, 10-inch cock was feeling incredibly randy, and his huge lemon-sized balls ached for release, despite the fact that he had already jacked off four times since their football game ended earlier that afternoon. The poor lad couldn’t help it, he was just horny all the damn time, and his football teammate and cherished friend Matthew Clarke was the reason. 

As he began to surf the web, Tim began to fantasize once again about his teammate, Matt. Tim was a junior, one year behind the object of his ultimate desire, and for the past three years, he had had a secret crush on Matt that no one else knew about. Especially not Matt! It was tough for Tim, since he and Matt were also really good friends and hung out together all the time, but Tim was terrified of what would happen if Matt found out about his feelings, so he kept them to himself. 

But all of those hidden, pent up emotions came to a head earlier that very day. 

After their championship game, all the victorious guys headed to the showers, hooting and hollering in excitement, ready to get cleaned up and then go out to celebrate. As always, their star player, Matthew, found some excuse to stay behind and delay his shower. His teammates had long since gotten used to it, knowing that their friend and fellow footballer was shy about the obviously massive size of his junk, and so they said bye to Matt and told him to meet them at the pub. 

Finally, all the other guys had left, or so Matt had thought. 

Unable to contain himself any longer, Tim had decided that he had to finally see Matt’s naked body once and for all. He knew that, with the football season nearly over and Matthew graduating from the university at the end of the school year, this could be Tim’s last chance to catch the colossally huge tank of muscle in the nude. So he hid naked inside one of the oversized lockers that had a view of both Matt’s locker and the shower, and watched through the ventilation slats as the muscle man of his dreams finally walked up to his locker and slowly stripped naked before him. 

Tim’s cock was rock hard before Matthew even began to undress, his heart thundering rapidly in his chest, for even still fully clad in his football gear, the brown-haired, blue-eyed muscle man was by far the handsomest and most phenomenally built man the younger athlete had ever seen. And as Matthew striped off his clothes and his gorgeous, massively muscled body began to be slowly revealed to him, Tim almost shot his load then and there. Matt’s monstrously thick and wide back was facing Tim as he leaned down and finally removed his pants and compression shorts, revealing his big, muscular, tight ass. The sheer size of those two gigantic globes of muscle was staggering, and the fan-shaped striations etched into both cheeks were utterly beautiful. Tim wanted more than anything to grab onto those rock solid glutes with his big hands and bury his face between them. 

Matt then stood back upright with an open-legged stance in front of his locker, and Tim could actually see Matt’s humongous balls hanging down between his colossal thighs. Tim was utterly shocked by the sight, for not only were they hanging down farther than any man’s balls Tim had ever seen before, they were so large that Tim had to blink his eyes in disbelief. Those massive bull nuts had to be at least the size of the largest of grapefruit, or cantaloupes, or maybe even coconuts! No WONDER Matt had hidden his junk from the other guys, for they would no doubt gawk and tease the huge lug, ridiculing him about the mammoth size of his titanic sperm makers. 

Then as a mesmerized Tim watched, Matt turned around, and he got to see the rest of the view for the first time. And this time, Tim DID cum, and without even touching himself; the mere sight of this naked muscle god standing before him was enough to send him right over the edge, especially once he saw the sheer size and mass of Matt’s 10-inch super cock and mighty low hangers. Matt’s flaccid cock was as long as Tim’s was when hard, and far, far thicker!! Tim softly and quietly grunted as a fierce and powerful orgasm tore through his loins. He shot with such great ferocity, and his thick slugs of cum struck the interior door of the metal locker with such force, that Tim feared Matthew would hear them! 

But Matt was already on his way to the showers, and as he turned the water on, Tim’s soft grunts of ecstasy and the wet splatting sounds of his cum pummeling the interior of the locker door were quickly drowned out. Never taking his eyes off of Matt, Tim watched as muscular titan washed his thick, wavy hair, and then began to soap up his magnificently muscular body. Tim longed to be in that shower with Matt, running his hands over Matt’s awesome physique, lathering his great muscular bulk, and otherwise worshipping his devastatingly handsome friend from head to toe. 

As Matt’s hands played over his gorgeous body, Tim noticed that Matt’s cock had begun to noticeably swell. At first it was simply thicker, almost bloated looking, and then it began to increase in length. As it did so, the great rod began to gracefully rise, arching higher and higher as it continued to grow in both length and girth. In a matter of a dozen heartbeats, Matt’s mighty cock had grown to over 16 and a half incredibly thick inches, and it pointed straight upward, jutting proudly from Matt’s lightly hairy crotch. Tim once again couldn’t believe his eyes, and he gasped at the sight of his wildest dreams coming true. 

Matt gripped the base of his enormous balls with one hand, and with the other he began to jack off his mammoth monster cock, slowly stroking its great length from the huge bulbous head, halfway down the shaft, then back to the tip. While he stroked his cock, Matt was gently but firmly squeezing his huge bull nuts, and pulling them even farther from his crotch, extending their dangle from perhaps 4 inches to an awesome 6 inches, maybe even more! Matt moaned softly as he did so, tilting his handsome head back to let the hot water wash over his perfect physique, and clearly enjoying the warm, erotic sensations building in his mighty loins. 

Tim was transfixed by the sight of this stunning god of muscle slowly stroking the largest phallus in creation, privately pleasuring himself when he thought no one was watching. But Tim WAS watching, watching with a fascination and intensity so great that he feared he might pass out. Within minutes, Matthew’s great bulky muscles began to shudder and quiver, the handsome man making deep, sexy grunts and groans as he steadily approached the tipping point. The huge veins looked like they might pop right out of the skin on his fantastically vascular cock as Matthew began to work the shaft furiously, tugging and squeezing on his own massive bollocks with such viciousness that any other man would have instantly crumpled to his knees in testicular agony. But the heavy self abuse just seemed to turn big Matt on even more, and soon it was time for him to shoot. 

Matthew pressed his swollen, bloated, and veiny cock downward, making the powerful cables and tendons at the base of the young man’s colossal cock stand out in deep relief as he aimed the big, purplish head toward one of the shower drains. What followed was the most erotic, the most intensely masculine, the most insanely virile sight Tim had ever seen. Great gouts of supremely thick and chunky seed began to jet out of Matthew’s throbbing horse cock with a power and intensity that was difficult to describe. The young man’s aim was initially off by a bit, and the first few salvos of spunk exploded against the wet tiles near the floor drain, splattering messily across the slick ceramic like some sort of sperm shrapnel. Matt quickly adjusted his aim, however, and the next lush pulses of man cream collided smack into the metal grate itself. 

Any single one of those mammoth jets of spume likely contained more rich sperm than Tim could shoot in an entire WEEK, yet Matthew kept right on shooting more and more of the stuff out like it was going out of style. A dozen mighty blasts, then a dozen more, and then another dozen more! It was insane! It was epic! It was positively legendary!! 

Tim’s own knees buckled as a second, unaided orgasm rocked his own loins, somewhere in the middle of Matthew’s own mighty testicular purge. The young man’s eye’s crossed, and it felt like his convulsing balls were going to turn themselves inside out, paying their own comparatively paltry but heart felt homage to the colossal cum load he was watching get dumped in the nearby shower. 

Matthew was pumping out so much cum so fast — and it was so unnaturally thick and gloopy — that the young muscle titan actually succeeded in clogging the big drain! The handsome hunk didn’t even seem to notice, with his eyes closed and his hands roughly fondling and squeezing his flexing and convulsing loins. A sizable mound of chunky spunk began to form on top of the clogged drain, causing a pool of shower water to start to form around it, and in the back of Tim’s mind, the young athlete wondered if Matt was about to flood the entire locker room! But the big bull of a man eventually noticed the clogged drain, and he swiped one big, muscular foot through the huge mound of chunky nut slop, clearing away enough of the pearlescent sludge for the drain to start working again. With a loud and sloppy sucking sound, the water began to drain down the hole again, slowly taking more and more of the slippery, sticky semen with it. 

Tim lost all sense of time, and may even have passed out for a moment or two, but when all was said and done and Matthew’s super human orgasm finally came to a shuddering end, the young man estimated that the titanic ejaculation must have lasted at least a full minute, and maybe even two! Matthew, for his part, looked supremely contented, and kept on stroking his slowly softening penis as small aftershocks of pleasure made his gigantic muscles bulge and flex and jiggle. 

Tim knew he would never forget what he’d just seen for the rest of his natural life. 

Matthew eventually got out of the shower, toweled off, and got dressed, putting on several layers of compression shorts before donning his typical blue jeans, t-shirt, and university sweat shirt, and then left the locker room to meet the other guys at the pub to celebrate. Tim remained hidden in the locker for some time afterward, furiously jerking his terminally turgid meat pole and squeezing out two more powerful, violent loads. By the time he was done and his raging boner would finally go down, the entire interior surface of the locker door was awash with fresh stud cum, and the whole locker positively reeked of sex. 

Tim belatedly felt sorry for the mess he’d made, as it wasn’t even his locker. The young man finally exited the sperm-drenched locker, closing the door behind him, and then took a quick shower himself before dressing and joining Matthew and his other celebrating teammates at the pub. 

The rest of the evening was delicious, bittersweet torture for the love-sick Tim, for an ecstatic and celebrating Matt kept draping one of his gargantuan, muscular arms over Tim’s shoulders and pulling him up tight against his magnificent body, where the young man could feel those mammoth muscles bulging and flexing even through the baggy sweat shirt, the great heat of Matthew’s enormous body making Tim go almost weak in the knees. A happy Matt even kissed Tim on top of his head a couple of times, expressing his manly love for his best friend. Big Matthew was more than a little bit buzzed — hell, they ALL were — and so Tim took the opportunity to surreptitiously feel up his massive buddy as much as he dared. His hands stroked Matt’s muscular and deeply chiseled flanks, rubbed across the magnificent washboard of Matt’s cobblestone abdominal muscles, grabbed big handfuls of rock solid ass, and even made a game of weighing Matt’s unbelievably huge, protuberant pecs, gripping his enormous and densely-muscled deltoids, and trying to encircle the man’s behemoth upper arms with his hands. All the other guys laughed and took part in the game as well, with Matthew good-naturedly letting them have their fun, and even flexing his gigantic guns for them as they all tried (and failed) to even slightly dent the mountainous peaks of his incredible biceps. 

All of that groping and touching and fondling finally got Tim so hot and horny that he had to excuse himself to the bathroom, where he stroked his once again raging hard on until he shot a surprisingly sizable load into the toilet. The alcohol in his system dulled his senses, though, so it took Tim longer than usual to blow his load. And by the time he rejoined his friends and teammates at the bar, Tim learned that a buzzed Matthew had finally excused himself and gone home earlier than the rest of them. Tim was disappointed and crestfallen that his big buddy had already gone home, and so he didn’t stay much longer himself, leaving just a little while later to go back to his own place. 

The young man would never know that he narrowly missed witnessing his best friend’s abduction, or the fact that the getaway car with his titanic teammate trussed up in the trunk drove right by him as he walked home. 

Instead, Tim got home late that evening, jerked off another three times dreaming and fantasizing about his massively muscular and heroically endowed friend, and fell asleep…

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TIME LEFT IN PUNISHMENT PROTOCOL:  46:02:39

Matthew Clarke could clearly see the countdown clock attached to one of the barn’s support beams, and he knew that another extraction cycle was imminent. He had already been forced to orgasm seven times, and he knew that his eighth one would be happening soon. The proof of all of those previous loads was sprayed out in an enormous messy snail trail in front of him, a wide swath of chunky white splooge spattered all over the hay-strewn dirt floor for a good 30 or 35 feet, extending more than halfway to the open barn doors. That tantalizingly close opening that meant escape, that meant surviving this ordeal with his big, beautiful bull nuts still intact. 

But the herculean muscle man was still firmly shackled in place, unable to even turn his head, let alone free any of his massively muscular limbs from their steel bondage. The open doors were just a final cruel taunt from his abductors, showing him the path to freedom, so close yet so unobtainable. Instead, young Matt would be forced to feel his huge nuts get slowly choked to death, and then sliced off his body like so much useless meat, before the manacles would release their iron grip and let the freshly castrated young steer stumble away in defeat. 

Truth be told, though, the whole ordeal would have been intensely pleasurable thus far, had Matthew not been scared out of his wits. Every 15 minutes, that large chrome dildo shoved deep into Matt’s previously virgin ass would rev up again, sending bolts of intense pleasure into the young man’s overjuiced prostate. The big muscle bull didn’t know that such pleasure was even possible, and he was helpless to stop the raping of his lush loins as the rhythmic jack hammering and electronic stimulation of his semen-swollen prostate would send him into toe-curling orgasm. 

Matt was fantastically virile, for his King Kong sized testicles were not merely for show, but even his colossal cum loads usually diminished in size after the third or fourth ejaculation in an evening. But to the young man’s astonishment, each of his seven mammoth cum loads had been just as voluminous and powerful as the one before, and he realized that that must have been due to the small IVs placed on either side of his gigantic nut sac, feeding a flood of nutrients and growth hormones directly into the blood vessels powering those titanic sperm factories. That flood of fluids was helping Matt’s nuts to whip up fresh batches of spunk at a vastly accelerated rate, and the young man’s behemoth balls felt even heavier and more full than normal. 

The young man could also feel that the dark green band secured around the neck of his scrotum, trapping his big bull balls in the very bottom of their sac, had ever so slowly cinched further closed with each new orgasm, ratcheting smaller by tiny but perceptible increments after each titanic testicle purge. The constriction was already starting to get uncomfortable, and the terrified young man knew he still had 46 hours to go of this torture. Clearly that rubber tubing would start completely strangling his bollocks LONG before the punishment was over. The question was when would that be, and how long his huge nuts could survive being cut off from their customary blood and oxygen supply. 

The clock hit 46:00:00, and the huge dildo buried deep in his guts switched on once again. Matt knew that he had no hope of holding back his monstrous orgasm, but he fought it nonetheless, trying to tamp down on the incredibly erotic sensations steadily building in his loins, the insistent throbbing of his huge, traitorous cock, and the pulsing, aching need growing inside of his trapped and banded balls. But as had happened seven times before, Matthew learned once more that he could hold back his burgeoning cum load no more than he could hold back the tides. Within minutes, he was involuntarily grunting and bucking his deeply chiseled, muscular hips, fucking himself even deeper onto the invading metal dildo, the next massive load building inside of him. 

Great bellows and erotic grunts of ecstasy accompanied Matt’s latest orgasm, as positively humongous ropes and streamers of jizz vomited forth from the young man’s gargantuan 16.5 inch long horse cock. Huge slugs of white hot man magma splattered all over the already cum-drenched floor, adding to the vast sticky mess already collected there as his cum-bloated bull nuts once again clenched and convulsed and pumped a deluge of fresh stud seed through his throbbing loins. 

Matt’s eighth load raged on and on, and for the first time, the young man felt a deep, aching pain accompany the intense pleasure. Never had he shot so much cum so many times in such a short span of hours, and his overworked bull balls began to throb and ache as they were forced to work overtime. Even as he kept pumping out his monstrous load, Matt worried that this was just the beginning of the terrible pain yet to come… 

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A groggy Tim woke up some time later, hearing the buzzing of his cell phone on vibrate. Who could be calling him at such an ungodly hour?! The young man opened one slightly bloodshot eye to look at the time, and it was already past 11 AM. Shit, he’d really overslept! 

Tim groped for the phone and took the call. “Hello…?” he croaked. 

“Tim!! What the fuck, man! I’ve been trying to reach you for HOURS!” shouted a very excited and anxious-sounding Evan, another one of his football teammates. 

“Dude, sorry; I tied a few too many on last night and am just waking up. What’s up? Is there something wrong?” 

“Holy shit, YEAH, there’s something wrong!” Evan replied, panic making his deep voice crack. “Matt’s been kidnapped!! It’s all over the news! Some sick fucks have tied him up somewhere and are torturing him!” 

“Fuck!!” was all that Tim could say in response, the final cobwebs of sleep getting quickly swept from his mind as he shot up in bed like a rocket. “Oh my god!! Are the police looking for him!? The FBI!?” 

“Yeah, there’s a massive manhunt going on, but no one even knows where to start! Dude, it’s terrifying, man! We’ve got to DO something!” 

Tim fumbled with his remote and turned on his TV, switching to the news, where indeed the top story was the abduction and live stream torture of the handsome young Olympian muscle man. “I… I gotta go, Evan.” 

“Okay, man. Just keep in touch. I texted you a link. The sick fucks are torturing Matt live on the internet!” 

“Thanks man,” Tim said in absentminded shock, his focus already on the news playing on his TV. He leapt out of bed, stark naked, and rushed over to his computer, switching it on as he looked for Evan’s text. He copied the link onto his internet server, and a live stream video feed appeared on his large screen. 

Tim was so stunned by what he saw that he at first could make no sense of it. The center frame of the screen showed an enormous naked man shackled spread-eagled inside some large, metal stall, almost like a horse’s stall. The young man would have known that titanically muscular physique anywhere — it was his best friend and secret crush, Matthew! The huge hunk looked like he was in great distress, for worry and fear were stamped across his achingly handsome features, and sweat drenched his entire, monumentally muscular body. His massive cock — all 16 and a half glorious, titanic inches of it — was rock hard and facing directly toward the camera, gently bobbing and bouncing in time to the captive hunk’s steady heart beat. Almost the entire cock was coated in a glistening film of the stud’s copious seed, and even more of the stuff slowly drooled out of the large gaping slit at the tip of his bulbous cock head. 

Beneath Matt’s mammoth cock and hanging impossibly low were the young man’s gargantuan gonads. But these weren’t the same healthy pink orbs Tim had seen in the showers only yesterday. No, there appeared to be something terribly wrong with them! There was a tiny dark green band of some kind cinched around the base of his huge balls, and the orbs themselves appeared to be somewhat swollen, and had turned a color that was bright red and intense. 

‘My God!’ Tim thought. ‘He’s literally being banded! Slowly castrated right before my very eyes!’ From the color of Matt’s huge balls, Tim could tell that he had already been there a while. No wonder his achingly handsome face looked like it was flushed with pain! Tim’s heart was pounding in his chest at the sight, and his breathing had intensified as he found himself strangely excited to a depth he did not fully understand. 

On either side of Tim’s computer screen were much smaller video frames, each showing the captive Olympian muscle bull from many different angles, with close ups of his face, his balls, his cock, and even his ass. Tim clicked on the frame of Matt’s massive, deeply chiseled ass, and that frame suddenly took over the center of his screen. He could now clearly see the tail end of a thick chrome dildo that had been inserted into Matt’s glorious ass almost to the hilt, impaling and raping the statuesque muscle god on a huge metal cock! 

Tim rapidly explored the other viewpoints and angles in quick succession, trying to get some sense of where Matt was, and just getting a vague impression of some kind of barn or other similar structure — the kind that dotted the rural landscape all over the Midwest! 

The last frame Tim clicked on was a closeup view of Matthew’s goliath gonads, the most amazing and enormous and beautiful set of testicles the young man had ever seen. Tim could now clearly see that the green band was indeed constricting the neck of Matt’s meat-heavy scrotum, slowly choking his burly balls. He could also see four slender metal prongs extending into the green band, no doubt controlling the amount of compression and constriction. There looked to be a fair amount of room left inside the green band, but not a lot, as it was already tighter than the thickness of the scrotal neck itself. 

A horrified Tim also saw the pair of IVs stuck inside two of the big veins coursing over the young man’s massive bollocks. He had no idea what the IVs were for, but he knew that none of it could be good! 

Tim zoomed back out to the main view just in time to see the time at the bottom of the screen reach 43:00:00, and the following words appeared at the bottom of the screen: 

Semen Extraction Protocol Initiated 

A loud, pained moan escaped Matt’s beautifully parted lips as his whole muscular bulk began to writhe and gently buck within his restraints. Something was happening to the young he-man to elicit such a response, and Tim suspected that it was the huge dildo shoved up his heroically muscular shit chute. 

A low humming sound began, and the words at the base of the screen now said:

Electrical Prostate Stimulation Activated

There was a sharp, rhythmic snapping sound, almost like electrical sparking or zapping, and Matthew’s beautiful blue eyes flew open wide in fear and panic as his whole huge muscular bulk gave a mighty flex and contraction. The young bull suddenly began grunting loudly as he began to thrust wildly within the constraints of his bonds, his slender and gorgeously muscular hips thrusting and bucking, impaling himself even harder on the invading dildo as his unbelievably massive, throbbing, bloated cock looked like it was fucking thin air. The unbearably handsome hunk looked desperate to fuck something, anything, as the anal invader pummeled and shocked his screaming prostate. 

Matthew was struggling like there was no tomorrow, his monumentally massive muscles bulging and flexing into even more magnificent size as he bucked and writhed in intense pleasure and pain, the line in between obviously blurred as the machine prepared to rape the young man’s supremely virile loins. His grunting and braying and bellowing was becoming louder and more urgent as the flow of milky precum suddenly increased from his swollen and distended-looking penis. 

Under the countdown clock, lines of text kept appearing, explaining everything that was happening as it was taking place. Tim watched, both fascinated and sickened, as the heroically muscular man bound within the metal stall struggled like a trapped animal, thrusting his hips like some raging bull in heat. 

Imminent Orgasm Detected

Matthew was bellowing continuously now, a howl of terrible agony, as he began thrashing so hard Tim feared he would tear himself apart. His muscular hips were really slamming into the machine now, bucking hard and fast, almost like they were being driven by a pile driver instead of a human being. The entire metal stall creaked and shifted a little with the force and intensity of his rocking motions. Matt gave a final forward thrust, his gargantuan muscles literally quivering they were flexing so hard, and he finally hit his nut. 

Ejaculation Commencing

Tim had seen the massively muscular heartthrob blow his cookies just the afternoon before, and it was the most intense, incredible, awe-inspiring sight he had seen in his life. That colossal cum load now paled in comparison to the violent torrent of sperm that now rocketed out of Matt’s wildly throbbing and bouncing horse cock. 

The many lights caught the first massive rope as it shot into the air, making the thick, creamy white gout of stud splooge glisten as it traced a huge and graceful arc before splashing onto the muddy, hay-strewn floor. That single wad of cum looked like it was a good 7 or 8 feet long, and it shot forth with such incredible force that it painted a thick white stripe extending nearly all the way to the open barn doors. Tim couldn’t even BEGIN to imagine the strength required for a man’s ejaculatory muscles to propel his seed so impossibly far!! 

But that monumental slug of cum was just the first in a very, very long line of lush seminal pulses that then shot out of Matt’s thundering horse cock, pounding out truly super human quantities of top Olympian-quality stud seed. And it was then that Tim realized that the earthen floor of the barn was dry hay and hard-packed dirt everywhere except within a wide swath extending directly in front of the bound muscle man, and that the only reason the earth in front of the handsome hunk was so wet and muddy was because it was ALREADY covered in a thick coating of the young man’s hyper abundant semen! Clearly, Matthew had already been at this task for a good long while, for it looked like there were literally GALLONS of the chunky, funky stuff pooling and cooling on the uncaring ground! 

Matthew Clarke was a BEAST of sex in every sense of the term!! 

The monumental seminal discharge lasted a good two or three entire minutes before it finally shuddered to a stop. Matthew finally stopped his frenzied bucking, collapsing limply within his restraints and panting to regain his breath. The text at the bottom of the screen read. 

Semen Extraction Completed

Subject Entering Refractory Period

Testicular Constriction Banding Retraction Sequence Initiated

Matthew moaned anew, flexing mightily against his restraints as he tried to jerk his unbelievably massive thighs inward, as if he was trying to protect his balls. The machine beneath the young man’s massive nuts began to hum, and Tim could see the prong arms contract ever so slightly, reducing the stretch on the dark green band and allowing the little rubber tourniquet to constrict just a little bit harder, strangling the narrow scrotal neck just a little bit more. Matt made a loud grunting noise, and Tim could see the humongous orbs immediately turn a slightly darker shade of red, the tortured map of twisting veins protruding all over those massive orbs swelling even bigger and angrier as just a little bit more of their blood supply was choked off. 

Testicular Constriction Banding Retraction Sequence Completed

Tim heard a rhythmic thumping sound coming from inside his own bedroom, and he quickly looked around for the source of the sound. He was amazed to discover that his 10-inch cock was harder than a rock, and was throbbing so hard that it was pounding out a beefy staccato beat as it repeatedly struck the underside of the computer desk. The young man was disturbed by how turned on he’d become at the sight of his best friend being raped and slowly castrated on a live streaming video, but he quickly shook himself out of his shocked state and went into action. 

Tim belatedly hit record on his computer screen, wanting to record and archive every little bit of information that was coming in on the live stream feed, hoping to find some clue of Matthew’s hidden location. He then powered up a pair of laptop computers that had been sitting on the edge of his desk, and began madly typing away on both of them. Tim was a computer sciences major at the university, and he knew a thing or two about computer hacking. He started delving into the code behind the live stream website, hoping that he’d be able to break in and track down Matt’s location. 

Before the mighty muscle stud’s behemoth bollocks were cruelly choked to death. 

To be continued… 

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