Banded Olympian Muscle Stud - Part 3 of 4

Oh no!! Matthew's big, beautiful balls are in greater peril than ever!! How can he possibly survive such cruel and deadly abuse...?  

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Banded Olympian Muscle Stud - Part 3

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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Even under the heat of the many bright lights, Matthew could feel the huge open barn start to get colder as evening approached. The sun was heading toward the horizon, taking with it what little heat the cold winter day had provided. The young man’s sweat soaked muscles were chilled by the cooling air, and his large, succulent nipples once again hardened into thick nubs of dense, rubbery flesh. 

But the discomfort of the steadily cooling air hardly registered in Matt’s mind, for his crotch was so awash in pain that he could barely think of anything else. 

The clock now read 36:32:27, which meant that it was nearly 6 PM and he’d been ravaged by the soulless machine for close to 12 hours now! Matt did the math in his pain-addled brain and realized with a shock that he had already cum an extraordinary 46 times, and orgasm number 47 was only minutes away. His whole body ached from all of the bucking and flexing, but it was his ass, cock, and nuts that hurt most of all. 

Matt’s well-plundered butt felt raw and swollen from the rhythmic and electrical stimulating attentions of the large chrome dildo that had been shoved to the hilt up his massively muscular backside. But it was his prostate that had taken the brunt of the dildo’s rough abuse, and that gland now felt big, bruised, and swollen, like a massive hard and hot knot of agony between his ass and his balls. 

The young man’s monstrous cock looked bigger and more bloated than he’d ever seen it in his life, its thick veins standing out like never before and his huge, helmet-shaped cock knob darkening to an actual purple color. The huge phallus throbbed with a constant and unremitting ache, over congested with too-long-held blood. Matt knew that it wasn’t healthy for a man’s cock to remain hard for such a prolonged period of time, but something in the cocktail that they were pumping into his balls was keeping his massive penis harder than steel. The huge hunk had already been terrified of having his balls cut off and his prostate burned out and hammered to mush, but now he began to worry about his cock as well, wondering if it would die simply from being kept rock hard for so very long. 

And then there were the young man’s bound and bloated balls. Matthew couldn’t actually see his huge nuts at the moment, for his massive pecs were just too spectacularly thick for him to see over, and the shackle secured around his powerful, beefy neck allowed him a bare minimum of movement. But it was likely a good thing that Matthew couldn’t actually see his nuts, for the sight would have sent him into even greater panic. 

The constricting green band was now so tight that only a small fraction of his balls’ normal blood flow was making in through the bottleneck and into the starving, aching bollocks. The huge nuts themselves had darkened further from their earlier angry red to a vibrant purple, visual proof that their normal oxygen supply was well on its way to being completely cut off. The tracery of normally invisible veins that covered both massive orbs were now protruding through the thinly stretched scrotal skin, rivaling the mighty, tortured veins of his massive, muscle-corded forearms in their size and prominence. Those huge testicular veins were an even darker shade of purple than the balls themselves, looking like dark worms writhing beneath the surface of his nutsac. 

Matthew couldn’t see his balls, but he could sure as hell FEEL them, for they throbbed with an agony unlike anything he’d ever known. Every mighty beat of his powerful heart sent a wave of agony into the young man’s nuts, feeling like someone was kicking him square in the meaty bollocks, over and over and over again. With steel-toed shoes, no less! The fiery pain was unbearable, and Matt sobbed and moaned against the pain, but he had no choice but to endure it. 

Part of the terrible ache was the result of the constriction of the infernal rubber band cinched painfully tight around the neck of his elongated scrotum, forcing his huge and powerful nuts to struggle for the decreasing supply of oxygen that they desperately needed to survive. But perhaps the greater pain came from the fact that his oversized and overworked gonads had been ratcheted into high gear, literally being flooded with nutrients and growth hormones through the pair of IVs, and forced to manufacture fresh sperm at an alarmingly accelerated rate. His twin spunk bunkers felt extremely heavy and gravid with seed, even after pumping out dozens of unnaturally massive loads, and were positively aching from their constant fullness. At the same time, the frequent raping of his balls’ precious fluids made the overloaded orbs throb and pulse with a pain that was like a raging case of ‘blue balls’, only magnified 1,000 times. Matthew never knew that he was capable of feeling such intense and soul-rending pain, and he began to silently curse his natural toughness, for he was simply too damned strong and resilient to slip into blessed unconsciousness. Instead, he was fated to feel every last moment of his manhood’s slow demise. 

The cruel clock was rapidly nearing 36:30:00, and the handsome young Olympian muscle god steeled himself for the next cycle of testicular pillaging, sinking into even deeper despair as the sun began to sink over the horizon. 

With a low hum, the semen extraction machine kicked in once again, and his bloated and battered prostate was once more being hammered and shocked by the metal dildo impaled into his sore and tender ass. Matthew let out a deep and growling groan as his overworked pleasure centers were stimulated yet again, and his ever-randy cock began to throb with urgent need. The flow of crystalline precum from his cock no longer ceased between extractions, but as the machine activated, the flow from Matt’s painfully engorged and turgid cock increased to a steady river of slick, clear goo. 

The titanic Olympian whimpered as the infernal machine began to plunder his loins once more, and he felt his muscular hips began to involuntarily buck and quiver as the brutally erotic sensations began to build. His bloated and swollen bollocks felt like they weighed 20 pounds each, and Matthew was desperate to jettison the massive load of fresh sperm that was sloshing around inside of those twin orbs. It only took a couple of minutes for the stimulation to reach critical levels, and the young muscle man knew he was about to shoot his wad again. 

Matthew cried out in agony and release as his mammoth bull cock hit orgasm, thrusting his hips forward as much as his bindings would allow as he fucked the cool evening air. Nothing happened for the first few bucks of his slender hips, and no matter how powerfully his gigantic penis pulsed and flexed, only a steady drool of clear precum oozed out. But then his massive wellhead of splooge finally managed to start squeezing its way past the frighteningly tight constriction of the green band, and his cum began to pour out of his mightily throbbing cock. Unlike with his previous orgasms, however, Matthew’s load didn’t blast out in long, powerful streamers and ribbons of hot sperm. Instead, the extremely tight constriction of the rubber band greatly blunted the power behind each ejaculatory contraction so that his spunk sprayed out in a continuous, pulsating stream, half shooting, half pouring out of his shuddering cock. Even the most powerful and violent pulses of his thundering dick couldn’t project his spew more than 4 or 5 feet in front of him, and the bulk of his load was forced to pour almost straight down toward the ground beneath his bound and shackled body. 

The band’s tight constriction forced Matthew’s load to back up inside of his balls, further increasing his already super human pain to even greater levels. It took the young man more than three full minutes to pump out his latest load, and even after his agonizing orgasm was complete and the machine had once again switched off, Matt could tell that there was still a lot of sperm trapped inside of his profoundly aching bollocks. 

The constriction had now reached a critical point where Matthew could no longer fully release his load, and as he heard the solenoid retract just a tiny bit farther and felt the dark green band grow just a tiny bit tighter around the neck of his strangled nutsac, he began to truly despair… 

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Night found Tim still furiously typing at his multiple computers, desperately trying to trace the source of the video signals. Whoever was behind Matthew’s abduction and torture was damnably clever, and every time Tim broke through one fire wall and thought he might be nearing the vital information he sought, another obstacle would appear in his way, thwarting his forward progress. The young man remained undaunted, however, and kept right on trying, racing against time to save his friend. 

Meanwhile, Tim stole frequent glances at his central computer monitor, following Matthew’s progress and watching in rapt amazement each time the herculean hunk pumped out another gargantuan cum load, every 15 minutes like clockwork. The big dude was like Old Faithful at Yellowstone Park! Tim hadn’t been sure at first, but now he was convinced — Matthew’s volcanic and explosive orgasms were becoming even more voluminous over time, not less! Even a stud of Matthew Clark’s lofty heights should have had the size of his cum loads tapering downward after the couple almighty wads, and by all rights even Matthew’s humongous bollocks should have been bone dry and empty by now, but the exact opposite had been holding true for the colossally muscular hunk. Tim strongly suspected that the fluids pumping directly into Matt’s behemoth balls were likely the source for the Olympic athlete’s steadily increasing virility, and he wondered what sort of permanent effects such chemicals and stimulants might have on the young muscle god’s already supremely virile nuts. 

But considering the disturbing state of Matthew’s humongous huevos, Tim realized that permanent effects might be the least of the young man’s worries. 

Matthew’s dramatically low-hanging bollocks had grown to a dark, mottled, and unhealthy-looking purple color, clearly starting to starve for oxygen. Their condition already looked dire, and the clock still had nearly 30 hours to go. There was no way that even Matthew’s big bull balls could survive such conditions much longer. Tim looked longingly at Matt’s gorgeous, bloated bollocks, and then redoubled his efforts to try to track down the stud’s location… 

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It was some time in the pre-dawn hours that the ‘lazy bander’ reached its ultimate setting. Matthew had just been forced to cum yet again, and only a small fraction of his enormous, burgeoning load was able to achieve release, dribbling out of his violently throbbing, 16.5-inch horse cock into the massive pool of splooge beneath his bound and muscular form. His thundering penis was able to cough and sputter a few dozen thick slugs of his supremely potent seed — far more than a typical male could cum in an entire day, but still just a fraction of Matthew’s phenomenal virile potential — while most of his absolutely humongous cum load remained trapped in his hideously distended, bloated, and dark purple bollocks. 

His orgasm complete, Matt could hear the solenoid retract once more with its characteristic and dreaded clicking sound, and he let out a loud grunt as the elastic band encircling his testicles finally, and forevermore, reached the point where no further retraction was possible. The center of Matthew’s long and dangling nutsac was crimped to a fraction of its normal size, and the all-important blood vessels, cords, and cables contained within that narrow neck of flesh could be crushed no further. For the first — and the last — time in the young muscle man’s life, the blood supply that had been nurturing those two fantastic gonads was cut off completely from the rest of his body. 

With the final constriction came a wave of pain and nausea unlike anything Matthew had suffered before, and the huge muscle titan began to thrash, flex, and struggle more violently than ever, desperate to save his starving balls. Matt bucked and heaved like a wild animal for several long minutes, the entire metal stall rocking and shaking with the power and violence of the huge man’s efforts, but it was all for naught — the young Olympian was well and truly helpless. With a sob of defeat, Matthew collapsed limply in his restraints, tears streaming from his stunning blue eyes and sliding unheeded down his perfectly carved cheeks. The pain in his testicles was growing ever more intense by the minute, the green band now so tight that the flesh beneath had all but disappeared from sight, the balls themselves growing ever darker. 

With more than 24 hours to go before his ‘performance’ was complete, Matthew knew with a dread certainty that his big, beautiful balls would be cold and dead long before they were unceremoniously sliced from his body, strangled to death by the insidious ring of hard rubber throttling the neck of his bloated nutsac. 

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Hours had passed — Matthew was too delirious from pain to estimate how many. All he knew was that enough time had passed for the sun to climb over the horizon and bathe the interior of the barn with its cold light. The white hot agony in his balls was all consuming, a soul-rending pain that threatened to tear his mind apart, a constant, throbbing drum of searing agony as his behemoth bollocks struggled to stay alive. Though Matthew couldn’t see them, his titanic testes had swollen larger still, now resembling a pair of vein-gnarled melons, and they had turned a purple so dark that it was almost black. 

The young man’s pain became even worse each and every time he was forced to orgasm, for even though his sperm was now permanently trapped in his strangled and dying balls, he was still more than capable of reaching violent if unfulfilled orgasm. Every 15 minutes, the extraction machine would rev up anew, zapping and hammering at his nearly busted prostate and hurling him over the edge into one cataclysmic orgasm after another. His bollocks were so impossibly bloated with cooling nut sludge by this point that they felt like they might actually burst from the extreme internal pressures, and each subsequent orgasm caused even more of the stuff to back up inside of his hideously distended testicular plumbing. Every throb of his massive cock, every contraction inside of his goliath gonads, felt like his mighty bull nuts were being clobbered by a huge sledgehammer, again and again and again. The inhuman agony was almost — almost — enough to make the long-suffering Olympian pass out… but unfortunately for Matthew, he was built of supremely tough stuff, and his herculean body still wouldn’t grant him the sweet mercy of unconsciousness. 

Matthew’s only comfort — and cold comfort it was — was the fact that the continued scorching agony in his balls at least meant that this precious testicles were still alive. He knew that as the pain began to fade, it would mean that his bulky testes were finally dying. And the handsome hunk realized that he was torn — while he obviously didn’t want to lose his big beautiful balls, he also wanted the terrible pain to end, so part of his mind began to silently wish that his humongous bollocks would simply die faster and get it over with. In fact, he was frankly astounded that his balls yet lived, and he could only credit the nutrients and fluids that even now were still being pumped into his already overfilled nuts — and their natural, super human toughness and durability — that had allowed them to linger far longer than any other man’s balls could have survived. But Matthew knew that even HIS balls had their limit, and that in the not too distant future he would be sporting two huge, cold, dead, lifeless husks in his strangled nutsac…

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Tim startled himself awake, having dozed off at his computer desk. He had been working furiously though the night to try to track the website that was live streaming Matthew Clarke’s unmanning, but sheer exhaustion had finally taken over and he’d fallen asleep upright in his chair. He must have been out for several hours, too, for his clock now read well past noon. 

His television still blared in the background, national news providing continuous coverage of the desperate manhunt for the legendary Olympian’s location, hoping against hope that the police or FBI could track him down before every last vestige of his mighty manhood was lost. But so far, no one had any leads as to the young man’s location, and time appeared to be running out for the handsome muscle man, for while his ultimate castration was still nearly 18 hours away, his big balls appeared to be already past saving. 

Tim listened to the news reports even as he gazed at the technicolor horror playing out across his various computer monitors. Matthew seemed to be barely conscious at this point, only the rise and fall of his mighty chest — and the continued rock hardness of his purple, distended, vein-gnarled cock — providing proof that the handsome titan of muscle was still alive. Or at least MOST of him still appeared to be alive, for his gigantic testicles looked like they were already well and truly dead. 

The twin spheres hanging impossibly low beneath Matthew’s chiseled and muscular crotch didn’t even look like anything remotely human anymore. They had swollen from their original size as the largest of grapefruit to something truly monstrous and obscene, having more than tripled their mass and size to approach the size of basketballs!! Such swelling and growth just wasn’t even possible!! They were sagging even lower than ever, no doubt from their new tremendous weight, and looked to be a good 8 inches from the young man’s crotch at this point! But while the insane amount of swelling was deeply disturbing and no doubt extremely dangerous, it was their color that was truly horrifying. The entire huge double-barreled sphere of man meat beneath the constricting green band was a solid purplish-brown so deep and so dark as to be nearly black. Matthew’s bull balls even looked cold, devoid of even a spark of life. Young Tim was oblivious to the tears streaming down both of his checks, his heart breaking to see his friend and secret love being tortured and mutilated in such a cruel fashion. 

Even as Tim watched, the heartless extraction machine began yet another cycle. Matthew stirred from his nearly unconscious stupor, weakly struggling against his thick metal bonds as his magnificent body was raped once again. He slowly writhed and bucked his hips in response to the plundering of his well-used ass, moaning piteously as his body was forced closer and closer to orgasm. Matt’s titanic cock appeared mindless to the death of his massive testicles, for it continued to throb and pulse with a power and vigor unmatched by mortal men, making it look for all the world that Matthew was ENJOYING having his huge testicles taken from him. Matt’s soft, perfect lips parted in an almost silent groan as he hit his mark for the one-hundred-somethingth time, his towering pillar of a cock violently convulsing in a mighty but impotent attempt to pump anything from his strangled bollocks. But not even a single sperm could escape the prison that was Matthew’s cold, dead balls. 

Tim sobbed in despair, and just stared at the screen, watching the slaughter of his best friend’s manhood through a shimmering veil of his own tears… 

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The fading light outside the barn doorway and the steadily dropping temperature told Matthew that the sun had already set, and that his big balls had been completely strangled for more than 12 hours now. The young muscle giant was nearly delirious with exhaustion, but the great throbbing agony in his balls had long since faded to the dullest of aches, a mere phantom of the earlier agony. That near lack of pain more than anything else let Matthew know that his gigantic gonads must be close to completely dead by now, reduced to so much worthless meat. 

He had somehow gotten through the most recent extraction cycle, and his body was collapsing from the ungodly intensity of it. It seemed each session was worse than the one before, both more painful and yet even more mind-blowingly orgasmic. Though the horrific pain in his nuts had all but disappeared, he was hurting from so many other places now that he just wished he’d died. But once again, his magnificent, gym-hardened body was simply too tough, too strong, too damnably resilient to perish. 

Suddenly, he couldn’t hold it any longer, and he realized his bladder was emptying itself, the urine flowing out of his terminally erect penis like some sort of pornographic water fountain. The bulk of the flow arched several feet up into the air to splash wetly and messily into the thick cum and mud puddle beneath him, but a substantial portion of his piss flowed down the extraordinary length of his monumentally bloated cock in thick rivers, to then pour down the tremendous length of his sagging scrotum to run over his cold, dead balls, the heat of his urine giving the dark, bloated lumps a false semblance of warmth and life. 

Strangely, impossibly, Matthew still felt horny, perhaps even hornier than he’d felt since the whole punishment process had begun. He figured it must have been the strange cocktail of chemicals and hormones that they’d been pumping into his balls for the past day and a half, plus the big, relentless dildo quivering and zapping his prostate every 15 minutes, but he was still amazed that he could feel ANY sort of sexual urges at this point. After all, with his big, beautiful balls now assuredly dead, and his battered and swollen prostate not far from being hammered into permanent uselessness, it seemed like any possibility for sexual arousal should be dead and gone as well. Big Matt knew that these were likely his last moments to experience any sort of sexual release, however, so he tried to experience as much pleasure as he could, despite the overwhelming pain. He mourned for the thousandth time since his capture that he was doomed to forever remain a virgin, having never experienced the pleasure of laying with another human being. 

As the next extraction cycle began and his poor prostate was once again being shocked and prodded into action, an exhausted Matthew felt the now-too-familiar feelings of a fresh orgasm beginning to build in his tortured loins. Each of Matthew’s orgasms over the past six or seven hours had been more violent, more powerful, more desperate than the last, as if his ever-randy penis knew that its status as a prime, oversized alpha male cock was soon coming to a cruel and ignoble end, and it was determined to somehow release one last magnificent deluge of sperm before it fell limp forever. But with his balls now deceased and his vast reservoir of cooling spunk slowly dying on the vine, Matthew knew that his days of cumming like a firehose were already over. 

Matthew’s cock refused to be convinced of that fact, however, and continued to pulse and throb to the mighty beat of the young man’s muscular heart as his arousal reached higher and higher levels than ever before. Young Matt was now continuously groaning and moaning in a wild mixture of both pleasure and pain as he hurtled toward the point of no return. He thought he might pass out from the intensity of the sensations flooding his loins, but he held on, forced to ride the waves of erotic agony surging through his hideously abused genitals. 

His orgasm hit him like a freight train square in the nuts, and Matthew screamed in agonized release. Every muscle in his cock and crotch began to flex and convulse more powerfully than ever before, and the handsome young muscle man was convinced that had his huge nuts not already been crimped off by the evil green band, then the force of his ejaculation might have actually caused him to jettison his own titanic testicles out through his madly quivering cock! As it was, the extreme sensations pulsing through his magnificent and massively muscular body caused Matthew to buck and writhe within his restraints like never before. Even Matthew’s dark and dead bollocks were powerfully and violently contracting, giving them a macabre semblance of their former life and vitality, the grossly distended and bloated orbs quivering and shivering so wildly that they looked like they were about to explode. 

And that’s when it happened. 

A loud, sharp cracking sound could be heard, and Matthew Clarke screamed in inhuman agony, every colossally built muscle in his phenomenal body flexing to its maximum size all at once as the most insane, extreme pain slammed into the young man’s tortured groin. Most people viewing the live feed at that moment thought that something in the young muscle man’s plumbing must have finally burst — perhaps his ridiculously bloated cock had split open, or his bruised and battered prostate had cracked under the relentless assault. Or perhaps his gargantuan gonads, swollen to more than three times their normal size with IV fluids and too-long-held spunk and slowly choked to death by the ‘lazy bander’, had finally succumbed to the terrific internal pressures and had burst open like a pair of mammoth eggs, spilling their contents into their bloated scrotum. But in truth, none of these things had happened. 

Later review of the live feed footage would show that the dark green band of hardened rubber encircling the neck of Matthew’s sagging scrotum had snapped into nearly a dozen broken pieces. The mighty convulsions of Matt’s mammoth testicles were so forceful, the sheer volume of spunk trapped inside of those swollen orbs so unbelievably massive, that the pressure proved too much for the tough elastic band to take. The death throes of Matthew’s goliath gonads were so violent and powerful that they shattered the green band, an unprecedented action in the long history of banding that even the biggest of Brahma bulls had never accomplished. 

Matthew’s bellowing cry of unimaginable agony was from the sensation of fresh blood and desperately needed oxygen suddenly rushing into the very, very nearly starved and deceased tissues of his colossal cajones. The nearly dead nerves inside of his mammoth balls suddenly flared to life, screaming out in agony as the old blood was flushed out of them and life-giving oxygen once more flooded their interiors. 

A bare second or two later, Matthew’s agony increased ten fold as the vast storehouse of thick, thick spunk packed inside of his impossibly bulky and bloated balls tried to pump itself out all at once through his wildly throbbing horse cock. Matthew thought his entire crotch would split open and explode under the insane pressure, and in truth it very nearly did, as literally gallons of smegma tried to evacuate his suddenly freed testicles all at once. 

The young man’s devastatingly handsome head fell back limply on his huge, bullish neck as the mighty hunk nearly passed out from orgasmic agony. The rest of his body, however, was throbbing and bucking violently in time to his pulsating penis, as a veritable torrent of spunk began to spray out of his cannon of a cock with super human force. The unimaginably lush, pulsating river of cum was thicker than one of Matthew’s own thick and muscular fingers, far larger than the oversized cum channel inside the young man’s nearly foot and a half long cock, and the sheer size of the cum stream threatened to split the young man’s bullish cock wide open from base to tip — but somehow it managed to valiantly hold on, blasting out his spunk with such terrific force that some of his pearlescent spew very nearly cleared the open barn doorway more than 60 feet away! 

What followed was the most massive, most terrible, most glorious testicular purging in human history, blowing away even Matthew’s own stratospheric records achieved throughout his punishment. The deluge of stud jizz lasted for more than six solid minutes, and pumped out an impossible flood of the young man’s thick and chunky cum. Throughout the marathon ejaculation, Matthew’s staggeringly swollen and distended bollocks slowly began to shrink in size, contracting as their impossibly heavy burden was finally being released. The dangerously dark purple color was also steadily being washed out of his beyond-bountiful bollocks, gradually turning to an angry but healthier looking reddish pink. 

By the time that the final convulsions of his epic orgasm were making his mighty body flex and jerk almost spasmodically, mighty Matthew had nearly DOUBLED the volume of splooge that was strewn messily in front of him, damn near flooding the barn with his chunky nut slop. The size of his spuds had reduced dramatically, but they were still far larger than their normal size, looking like a pair of gigantic ostrich eggs. As the last of the old blood was washed away, they humongous orbs returned to very nearly their normal, healthy pink color, only the angry, dark red welt of where the green rubber band had nearly pinched off his balls leaving any real evidence of how close Matthew had come to being permanently emasculated. Somehow, against seemingly impossible odds, Matthew’s behemoth bollocks had endured more than 12 hours of strangulation, and ultimately destroyed the hard elastic band that had been trying to slaughter them!! Matthew’s balls had survived!!! 

But as Matthew collapsed in his restraints, panting heavily like he’d just sprinted ten miles, he knew that his nigh-miraculous reprieve was only temporary. His mighty balls might still be alive, hale and hearty as ever, but he was still trapped within the metal livestock stall, still shackled at neck, wrist, and ankle, and still unable to fight his way free. And his balls, his big, beautiful balls, were still dangling heavy and huge between his monumentally muscular thighs, still in the path of the second solenoid with its cutting wire. And come dawn, that solenoid would activate, heating up the cutting wire and sending it on a path of destruction to slice through the neck of his scrotum and sever his enormous bollocks from his body forever. 

No, Matthew wasn’t safe yet, not by a long shot. In fact, he had just gone from the frying pan into the fire… 

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