The Ghost Network V — What A Mess -- Part 1

Hello all! 

Thank you for your patience as I work on posting more stories here. Today, I'm going to start a new 7-part series, where I'll be posting a new chapter every day from now until next weekend. And before the final chapter posts, I'll be asking you all how you'd like to see the story end. >:)

This story is a rewrite and expansion of a story originally written by the incredible Sack Stomper. If you haven't yet checked out his blog yet, PLEASE do yourself a favor and visit it today. He is writing some of the most insanely erotic ball busting fiction on the internet! You can find his website at -- https://crackednutsballbusting.blogspot.com/

Also, I found an image that was my inspiration for Nikolai, the hero/victim of this series, which I am attaching with the artist's permission. The image was created by a new artist on DeviantArt named Octant Flex, and he does some AMAZING work! He also has a Patreon account that I highly recommend. His DeviantArt page can be found at - https://www.deviantart.com/octantflex

For those of you unfamiliar with Sack Stomper's "Ghost Network" series, the introduction to today's first story installment gives you all that you need to know. However, if you'd like to read more tails in this vein, visit Sack Stomper's blog site at the address above. 

Now, on with the show... :)

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The Ghost Network V — What A Mess

Part 1

Based on an original story by Sack Stomper

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The maniacal showman nicknamed ‘The Ghost’ had become infamous for his livestream productions, where he would brutally torture and castrate helpless young studs in ever more clever and devious and painful ways. The charismatic villain had quickly amassed a globe-spanning throng of fans, who delighted in seeing handsome, muscular, and extremely well hung jocks get their gorgeous manhoods destroyed live on the internet.  

But after The Ghost’s last live show — which had been a particularly brutal ‘head-to-head’ competition where an American jock and an equally handsome Brazilian stud raced to see who could end the other's sex life first, resulting in a dramatic double-rupture — his video feeds went mostly silent. He would post the occasional prerecorded clip of some random hunk having his nuts bashed in with a mallet, but nothing like the live, over-the-top productions that his ravenous fans had grown accustomed to. 

Some of his fans assumed the law had finally caught up to The Ghost. Or perhaps one of the guys in his videos had broken free and given The Ghost a taste of his own medicine. However, all doubts were instantly quelled when The Ghost sent out an email blast with the following simple message: 

“Ladies and gentlemen, freaks and psychos, please click on the attached encrypted link at 18:00 hours Pacific Standard Time for a live performance that will have you chanting ‘W-A-M — What A Mess!’ 

- Eternally Yours, The Ghost”

Excitement grew throughout the day among The Ghost’s devoted fans, even as law enforcement agencies all over the world desperately tried to track the villain down in the hopes of rescuing his latest victim before it was too late…

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Nikolai groaned as he struggled back to consciousness, his deep voice echoing back to him in an empty-sounding room or chamber. The last thing he could remember was heading into the gym locker room after a heavy work out, and then feeling a sudden and sharp pain on the side of his head before everything went black. As he tried to shake the cobwebs out of his mind, Niko opened his deep-set blue eyes, but then quickly closed them again after being blinded by the glare of bright lights. He slowly reopened his baby blues and waited for them to acclimate to his harshly-lit surroundings, taking in the unfamiliar sights all around him. 

The tall 23-year-old found himself in a medium-sized, sterile-looking room, the floor, walls, and ceiling all painted a stark and glossy white, and with no visible windows or doors within his line of sight. The room was blindingly bright from multiple banks of recessed lights in the ceiling. Across from him stood a large, studio-quality, tripod-mounted camera that was pointed coldly straight at him, the red recording light on. He could see additional cameras mounted on the walls and in the corners of the ceiling, all aimed directly at him. 

Still feeling groggy, Nikolai attempted to take a step forward, only to realize he was tightly bound and locked in place, and that he was completely naked save for a makeshift skirt of white linen wrapped around his narrow waist. His densely muscled back was pressed up against some sort of thick metal pole, and his bulky, powerful arms were tied at the wrist behind his back. His legs were similarly secured, his thick thighs spread slightly apart by the manacled bar attached to both of his ankles and chained to the floor. A series of black leather straps crisscrossed Niko’s enormously muscular chest, biting deep into the wide planes of his curvaceous, hairless pecs and further binding him to the thick pole behind him. 

As a growing sense of fear and dread began to well up within the young man, Nikolai noticed the only other piece of furniture in the room — a sturdy, stainless steel table located just behind the camera tripod. A white sheet covered the table and masked the various lumpy and oddly-shaped objects hidden beneath the cloth. The mystery surrounding those hidden objects was ominous enough in its own right, but Nikolai was more focused on his immediate plight. At just over 6 feet, 4 inches in height and stacked and jacked with just over 320 pounds of chiseled, rock hard, gym-hardened muscle, the personal trainer, avid bodybuilder, and lifelong athlete was struggling against an unfamiliar sensation that was washing over him — the feeling of being completely physically helpless. 

Nikolai was still pulling at his tight bindings when a sudden sound made his blood run cold. The shackled muscle stud heard a door open quietly behind him, followed by the sound of footsteps as someone entered the room. Niko froze in temporary paralysis as a dark-clothed figure stepped into his view. The man was of average height and dressed all in black, from his black dress shirt to his black slacks to his black leather shoes, polished to a high sheen. The fitted shirt hugged an impressive physique, and even though Nikolai must have outweighed the stranger by nearly 100 pounds, the man’s upper body nonetheless looked strong and powerful. Niko estimated the man to be about 30 years old, and though he didn’t recognize the man’s face, he noted that the stranger was ruggedly handsome, with chiseled features, sharp and sparkling blue eyes, and thick dark hair in a stylish cut. The black-clad man smirked at Nikolai and gave the bound stud a playful wink before donning a Guy Fawkes mask over his handsome face, hiding his identity from the many cameras pointed in Niko’s direction. 

Niko was too stunned by the bizarre situation to even speak. Despite not knowing where he was, being nearly naked, and tied to a pole, the bound bodybuilder didn’t immediately find the handsome masked man in front of him to appear particularly threatening. Maybe if he played along with whatever was happening, Nikolai thought to himself, things would turn out okay. He noticed that the man was also carrying a laptop, which he set on a vacant corner of the stainless steel table. He typed a few commands, and the remaining cameras in the room came to life and lit up. The laptop’s screen was black except for a growing list of what appeared to be IP addresses in a blocky font. 

The black-clad man leaned forward until his masked face was almost touching Niko’s left ear, and he whispered in a deep and resonant voice, filled with a strange mix of lust and humor and just a hint of malice. 

“They’re going to love you, Nikolai.” 

Niko’s heart froze as the room was suddenly plunged into darkness and dramatic music filled the relatively small space. It sounded like the stirring music that accompanied breaking news events on television, and a spotlight suddenly illuminated both Nikolai and his dark-garbed captor, who stood in front of the bound muscle stud facing the central camera. 

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! It is I — The Ghost, your humble purveyor of delectable male flesh for torture and abuse — and I’m excited to bring you tonight’s entertainment. And if I may be so bold, I really have outdone myself this time, for I have secured perhaps my most magnificent male yet to suffer for your amusement and pleasure. I introduce to you — Nikolai!” 

The Ghost stepped aside as the other lights in the room turned back on and quickly increased to full power, illuminating Nikolai’s massive bound physique for the many hungry cameras placed throughout the room. 

“My dear friends, isn’t he MAGNIFICENT!?! Just look at that perfectly sculpted face, with his stunning blue eyes, expansive and expressive brow, high cheekbones, strong nose, sensual lips, insanely powerful jawline, and big, proud, squared-off chin, not to mention that thick head of wavy, flaxen hair like pale spun gold, all very visible signs of his mixed Slavic / Nordic ancestry. Have you ever seen such a handsome and utterly masculine face in your life?! And caught in that magical transition from youth to maturity. I could just sit and stare at that breathtakingly handsome mug for hours…” 

The Ghost gestured at Nikolai’s bound body with a theatrical flourish and continued his introduction.  

“But as I’m sure you’ve already noticed, this young man’s physique is perhaps even MORE spectacular than his angelic face! Just look at the monumental SIZE of him!! He almost looks unreal, doesn’t he? Like some sort of morphed photo you’d find on the internet, right? I’ve never seen such extreme proportions on a man before! Even though I’m standing here live and in person in front of our stunningly handsome Nikolai, it’s hard even for me to believe he’s real. His shoulders really are more than a yard wide, and those colossal delts really are as big and thick and meaty as they appear. And check out those wedge-shaped separations in those massive delts! Amazing, right?!” 

The masked man then grabbed the backside of Nikolai’s mammoth left upper arm like he was sizing up a bull on the ranch. The Ghost had an unusually large pair of hands, but even so, he was able to grip only one of the three massive segments of muscle that made up the young jock’s goliath triceps. The man gave the enormous muscle an appreciative squeeze, his big fingers barely denting the incredibly thick and strong muscle even though it was completely relaxed. 

“Check out these massive ham hocks that he calls his arms! These aren’t just guns, they’re freaking CANNONS!! Their chiseled definition is easily as spectacular as their monstrous size! I seriously think we’re in some world’s record territory here, folks! Nikolai’s mammoth upper arms measure a mind boggling 28 inches around!! That’s OUTRAGEOUS!! And his equally meaty and impressive forearms are a staggering 22 inches around, bigger than most professional bodybuilders’ upper arms! And these big beauties are as strong as they look, too! And look at these VEINS!! I swear, some of them are as thick as my little finger!!” 

The Ghost released his grip on Nikolai’s massive triceps and instead gripped a big chunk of the young man’s massive and meaty left pec, again giving the muscle an appreciative and appraising squeeze. 

“And isn’t his massive chest glorious?! The twin mounds of his protuberant pecs are shockingly wide and thick and exquisitely shaped, with those perfect coral-colored nipples making them look even more outrageously erotic. And see all of those deep horizontal striations? That’s with those two huge pecs relaxed! You should see them when he flexes!! His skin appears to almost disappear over all of those grainy muscles and astounding striations! And what lovely skin it is, too, don’t you think? Lightly tanned to a burnished pale bronze, and perfectly unblemished throughout. In fact, other than the surprisingly thick hair growth in his armpits and at his groin, young Nikolai here is naturally virtually hairless, with just a light dusting of fine blonde hairs on his forearms and legs. So there’s hardly a hair to hide the utter muscular perfection of his amazing body!” 

The masked showman then gestured lower, pointing at Nikolai’s astonishingly narrow and deeply chiseled waist and abdominal muscles. 

“And holy fuck, check out this kid’s midsection!! You’re looking at an honest-to-god 10-pack here! I didn’t think it was possible either, but there’s the proof, all ten expertly carved and perfectly stacked cobblestones of the sexiest set of abdominals I think I’ve ever seen! Look at how shredded and striated his oblique and serratus muscles are! Again, he’s not flexing here, folks; that’s his midsection relaxed! Every breath, even the slightest movement, involves a symphony of bulging and flexing muscles!” 

“The first time I saw Nikolai, I couldn’t believe his chest-to-waist ratio! He looks like something out of a super hero comic book, doesn’t he? His erotic proportions look that unreal! But lo, this sexy stud is the real deal! See that waist, with its deeply chiseled Adonis belt — or ‘cum gutters’, as some like to call them? That ridiculously narrow waist measures a mere 30 inches in circumference! That’s an impressively tight measurement on any man, and nearly unheard of on a man standing just over 6 feet, 4 inches in height! Add to that Nikolai’s staggering muscularity and more than 320 pounds of pure grade-AAA beef, and that narrow waist measurement is truly INSANE!! It’s seriously rare to meet a man who’s chest measurement is twice that of his waist, but to find one who’s chest measures two and a HALF times his waist circumference is unheard of!!” 

“Let alone a man who’s upper arms are only a couple of inches smaller than his waist!!” 

The Ghost stroked a muscular, well-manicured hand down one of Nikolai’s chiseled and tightly muscled flanks, causing the young man’s entire body to shiver with fear, and making his gigantic muscles quiver and shake to gorgeous effect. The masked man’s hand stopped and gripped the left side of Niko’s waist, fingers squeezing hard, but failing to even dent the muscle-girded wall of the handsome stud’s magnificent midsection. 

“Oh yes, this may be the most extraordinary specimen of muscular male I’ve ever encountered, his lush form filled to near bursting with enormous muscles and staggering raw power. But what’s even more astounding is that this handsome hunk is still growing! With a frame as large as Niko’s and such a genetically-gifted predisposition to pack on top quality muscle mass, who knows just how big this young stud could grow in the next five or ten years? Too bad he had the misfortune to run into me first…” 

The Ghost chuckled menacingly at his own dark humor, but then addressed the live online audience once again, all of those thousands of remote viewers who were even know gazing with undisguised hunger and lust at their computer screens. 

“All of these qualities make Nikolai a truly exceptional example of masculine perfection, with a physical beauty and muscular might unmatched in all of my years of seeking out the finest stallions for your entertainment. But you know me well, my friends! You know that I would never bring before you a man who didn’t share certain other ‘gifts’ as well. So let me tell you, I have something VERY special for you tonight!” 

The Ghost moved to stand next to the bound muscle hunk, who’s beautiful blue eyes had grown wide with terror as he realized in who’s clutches he had found himself. The masked man continued to speak in his pleasant, conversational, and excited tone. 

“Some of you must be wondering why you haven’t seen this genetically blessed muscle monster on a competition stage. Surely with such staggering size, unreal proportions, and extreme conditioning, not to mention that heart-stoppingly handsome face, Nikolai would be a shoe-in for the top prize at any bodybuilding contest, right? Unfortunately for bodybuilding fans everywhere, young Nikolai has earned a lifetime ban from the sport. Not for steroids or other illegal drug use; in fact, though it might be impossible to believe, our golden-haired giant here is one hundred percent natural! Talk about your freakish genetics!! No, Nikolai isn’t allowed on a bodybuilding stage due to accusations of obscene indecency, though the poor boy can’t help it. You see, our Nikolai here has been blessed — or perhaps cursed — with the single largest set of human male genitals I have ever seen on a human being! There’s no posing strap made that could hold the colossal mass of his prodigious endowment, and no way he could strut his stuff around on a stage without the entire spectacle being considered positively pornographic! Yes folks, I believe that I have acquired for you the single most gifted and perfect and beautiful man to ever walk this earth! He’s the brass ring! The golden ticket! Without any further adieu, I give you — Nikolai!!” 

With a quick snap of the wrist, The Ghost tore the thin linen covering from Nikolai’s waist, exposing the devastatingly handsome young man in all of his naked glory. 

Protruding from Niko’s lean and deeply chiseled groin was a wealth of man meat on a scale that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a full grown bull or stallion. The colossal mass of the young man’s monstrous cock and balls would have immediately looked ridiculous or comical, even on a man of Nikolai’s prodigious size, if they weren’t also expertly formed and staggeringly beautiful. Nikolai’s enormous cock was a masterpiece of manmeat, jutting proudly forth from a thick and well-trimmed bush of honey blond pubic hair, a mighty sex organ that was as impressive in length as it was in girth. The mammoth tool measured a full 10 inches from thick root to blunt tip in its completely flaccid state, with a delicately-veined shaft that was easily as thick as a man’s wrist. The large, helmet-shaped head was almost entirely engulfed by a thick hood of silky foreskin, just the tip of the purple-hued glans sticking out. 

Nikolai’s cock did not point down toward the floor, however, for the gargantuan size of his Herculean ballsac got in the way. Instead, the young man’s limp bull cock was draped languidly over a set of titanic stud nuts that were so enormous that they didn’t even look human. Each of Nikolai’s testicles was easily the size of the very largest of grapefruit, and were packed into a huge scrotum that was locked tight against his crotch. Despite what must have been the great weight of his massive nuts, there was no dangle to his ball bag whatsoever. The young man’s nutsac was clean shaven, which made the behemoth orbs look even bigger and more beautiful. 

It was immediately obvious why Nikolai could never take to a bodybuilding stage… or wear a swimsuit by a public pool, or wear tight pants outside the home, or do a host of other activities other men took for granted. The young man was hung so spectacularly large, so freakishly huge, so obscenely massive, that he would have been instantly arrested for public indecency! 

“I mean, just get a load of these beauties!” The Ghost said with even more excitement in his rich and resonant voice, reaching down with one hand to cup Nikolai’s nutsac. The young muscle man stifled a yelp of surprise and fear as he felt the man’s large, warm hand cradle his precious orbs. In truth, Nikolai’s bollocks would normally have been far too large for The Ghost to heft both of them in just one hand, but his scrotum was so high and tight, packaging both ovoid stones so closely together, that the masked man was able to cup the entire double-fisted pouch and display it for the cameras. 

The Ghost gently fondled and massaged the humongous orbs, jostling the massive testes for his viewers. 

“I wish you could feel just how dense and heavy this kid’s balls are!!” the masked man said, marveling at the stupendous size and mass of Nikolai’s mammoth gonads. “They’re even heavier than they look! This young man may truly have the largest set of stud nuts in the entire world!!” 

After several long moments of fondling and groping Nikolai’s tightly-packaged bull nuts, The Ghost released the bulging, shining orbs and turned back to the camera. 

“For tonight’s entertainment, I’m going to need full access to this magnificent sac of nuts. Niko’s protuberant penis is certainly a work of art, but it’s currently in my way. Let’s see if we can’t do something about that.” 

The Ghost turned back the white cloth covering one corner of the large table, revealing a hypodermic syringe filled with a clear, amber-colored fluid. He lifted the syringe with practiced ease, flicking any small air bubbles to the top and clearing them from the cylindrical chamber, while flashing his cruel masked grin at the helpless bound muscle stud. 

Seeing the several-inch-long needle at the tip of the syringe finally freed up Nikolai’s tongue, and he began to beg and plead for release. The young man’s voice was even deeper and more resonant than The Ghost’s, and his stunning blue eyes shone with desperation and fear as he directed his pleas to an obviously uncaring masking man. Nikolai changed his tactics and started addressing the cold light of the camera — and the equally unmoved audience — but it was quickly obvious that he would find no mercy here. 

The Ghost continued to ignore the begging muscle hunk, instead addressing his remote audience again, saying, “This is a cocktail of my own devising. A heady mix of aphrodisiacs, stimulants, and erectile-enhancing drugs. Think of it as Viagra on steroids.” The masked man chuckled again at his own humor. “Even just a milliliter or two is guaranteed to keep a man rock hard for HOURS, despite whatever pain or other trauma he might be suffering. This 10 milliliter dose will give Nikolai here the boner of a lifetime!” 

Ignoring Niko’s quickly escalating protests, The Ghost approached the bound and immobile stud, used an alcohol patch to swab the dorsal side of the meaty cock root, and then jabbed the needle nearly 2 inches deep into the base of the young man’s mighty loins. Nikolai left out a scream, a mixture of both pain and terror, as he saw the needle plunge into the thick root of his dick, and then felt a spreading warmth as the 10 CCs of fluid flooded his groin. 

The Ghost then pulled out the needle, discarding the syringe and wiping away the single tiny bead of blood that welled up from the puncture wound. 

“I love this part!” he said with almost childlike excitement. “It should only take a few moments to start working.” 

Sure enough, after only a few seconds, Nikolai’s cock started to twitch and slowly bloat, its spongy tissues rapidly filling with blood. The handsome, blond-haired muscle jock could only watch in wide-eyed surprise as his massive cock started to unfurl to its full size, steadily growing longer and thicker and harder as more and more blood was pumped into the swelling organ. The enormous phallus began to lift majestically off of the cradle of the young man’s behemoth ballsac, levering itself higher and higher as it expanded. 

Even The Ghost’s blue eyes were soon bugging out in awe and wonder as Nikolai’s mighty cock reached its full, record-annihilating size. His magnificent cock was like a pulsing girder of warm steel sheathed in smooth and silky skin, pointing proudly heavenward and waving ever so slightly with each powerful beat of Niko’s heart. The titanic tower of man flesh measured a staggering 16.5 inches from hairy root to swollen, bulbous tip, a torpedo-shaped masterpiece of epic manhood. It’s girth was even more breathtaking than its length, if that was even possible, for the thickest part of the shaft, just a few inches behind the head, was a full 3 inches across and just over 9.5 inches in circumference, a true hole destroyer! The smooth skin of Nikolai’s shaft was so tight and taut that his foreskin was fully retracted, exposing his succulent helmet-shaped glans to the open air. The veins on that mammoth shaft, which had previously formed a delicate tracery down the length of the huge column, were so turgid and bloated that they were now like thick, purplish worms twisting up and down the colossal schlong, looking like they might burst out of the overstretched skin at any moment. 

Nikolai was truly one of the most gifted and genetically blessed men to ever walk the earth! 

“Oh yes, that’s much better!” The Ghost said, his voice a little breathy with his own extreme arousal, as he gently batted at the huge and painfully turgid organ with his open hands, causing it to sway a couple of times before resuming its vertical tumescence. “Now we can get the rest of the show underway!” 

Here's handsome Nikolai in all of his mighty, muscular glory! :D