The Ghost Network V — What A Mess -- Part 3

 The Ghost Network V — What A Mess

Part 3

Based on an original story by Sack Stomper

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Nikolai had largely recovered in the meantime, and when he saw his cruel captor start to don a pair of boxing gloves, he once more began to buck and thrash and strain mightily as his bindings. The handsome young man’s monumental physique bulged and flexed in the most astounding and awe-inspiring interplay of gargantuan and perfectly balanced muscles. Even The Ghost had to pause for a few long moments to drink in the breathtaking sight of this beautiful behemoth of muscle as he fought desperately to break free. His muffled screams and bellows echoed in the small room as he fought with all of his awesome might to win his freedom, but the steel and leather bindings holding him in place were too strong for even Niko’s fantastic strength to break. 

The black-clad masked man took up a boxer’s stance, throwing a few feints as he lined up the best avenue of attack, and then he threw his first punch. 

Nikolai already knew just how strong The Ghost was — all too well, in fact — from his previous use of the baseball bat. But somehow, his powerful punch felt even stronger! The masked man really leaned into the first blow, his while glove impacting with terrible force directly into both of the young man’s tightly packaged nuts, and Niko felt like his breath was nearly knocked from his big lungs. His beautiful blue eyes flew open wide with the agony that exploded inside of his battered testicles, and he could only hiccup in a desperate effort to regain air in his lungs, in too much pain to even scream. 

The Ghost then landed a rapid combination of blows — left, right, left, right — really clobbering Nikolai’s jiggling and quivering nuts, and the handsome young muscle bull finally found his voice, letting out an animal bellow of agony. 

“MMMmmmmph!!!”

The Ghost leaned back on his heels for a moment, and a low laugh came from behind his smirking mask. “Oh, didn’t I tell you?” he asked with fake sincerity. “These gloves are packed with lead weights!” 

He then tore into Nikolai’s balls once again, pummeling and hammering them with his gloved fists like he was trying to punch his way through a brick wall. The blows fell fast and furious, while Nikolai continued to writhe and buck and scream in abject agony. The Ghost alternated between a frontal assault, where he punched Nikolai’s red and swollen sac with only a brief pause between blows; to brutal uppercuts, plowing the young man’s nuts into his body so hard that the handsome jock thought that he was going to be split in half; to wicked right and left hooks, striking Niko’s huge testes from the sides so hard that, by all rights, the gigantic testes should have caved in under the assault. The Ghost struck Nikolai’s screaming balls from every conceivable angle, making sure to inflict the maximum possible suffering on the boulder-balled lad. The achingly handsome muscle hunk could only cry and sob and beg for the abuse to stop, but all that managed to come out were muffled screams. 

“Pmmpmmph!!!”

Nikolai’s massive cock remained disturbingly diamond hard throughout the beyond-brutal testicular assault, sometimes waving wildly through the air after a particularly powerful blow to the handsome lad’s testes, or smacking hard against the rock solid wall of his cobblestone abdominal muscles, but always remaining one hundred percent tumescent no matter how much agony was ripping through his balls. In fact, there was now no disputing the fact that his already monstrous cock was indeed growing even bigger! The strange chemical cocktail that The Ghost had injected earlier into the base of his mighty fuckstick was causing it to try to bloat and inflate to never-before-achieved size. The gigantic cock had grown another half inch in length, perhaps even more, and had swollen even thicker than ever. The entire cock was growing a dark and angry red, engorged with too much blood, and the swollen the bulbous glans was nearly purple. The tortured veins running up and down the colossal shaft had swollen even bigger and thicker as well, and new veins seemed to be popping up all the time. The skin sheathing Nikolai’s magnificent cock was now stretched so thin that it was shiny like glass. The young man’s over-inflated cock looked painful and grotesque and oh-so-beautiful! 

The sounds of the thick and beefy impacts ricocheted through the room as Nikolai's humongous bull balls were slowly annihilated by the astonishingly strong Ghost. It was a level of testicle-slaughtering abuse so extreme that surely no man’s gonads could ever hope to survive. Yet the insanely brutal barrage of abuse went on and on and on, minute after minute after minute, steadily decimating the young man’s legendary manhood. The agony was so intense that Nikolai’s beautiful blue eyes began to flutter and threatened to roll back into his head, and the heroically tough muscle man felt like he was going to black out. 

Finally, after what had to be a solid 15 minutes of testicle-pounding action, The Ghost suddenly stopped. He removed the lead-filled white gloves and tossed them carelessly to the floor. A shuddering and quietly sobbing Nikolai thought that he was being given a reprieve from the brutal torture, but that hope was short lived, for his eyes bugged out once again as he watched The Ghost don a pair of wicked-looking, brass-colored knuckle dusters onto each of his bare hands. 

“Now is when things get FUN!” The Ghost said as he lined up his fists and resumed the attack. 

THUD

THUD

THUD

THUD

The Ghost continued punching Nikolai’s swollen sack, this time with his brass knuckle encased fists, really grinding the metal knuckles into the lad’s bruised ball flesh with each brutal impact. But despite the horrific abuse they had already endured, the jock’s mighty nutsac was STILL resisting deformation. The young man’s mammoth bollocks were now a bright and angry red, bruised and swollen from more than half an hour of steady, unrelenting abuse that would have easily wrecked any other man’s balls at least a dozen times over, but they were still clearly holding on strong. The Ghost had fully expected to feel Nikolai’s thick ball meat warping around his invading fists by this point, but instead it felt like he was punching two large and very firm lumps of wet clay that only barely yielded to even the most devastating of punches. 

But that didn’t slow The Ghost down, and in fact, if anything, goaded him into landing even harder and faster punches into the young man’s beaten and brutalized ballsac. He went at it for another ten solid minutes, really pounding Nikolai’s immense bollocks, trying with all of his might to get the humongous testicles to crack and fail, but to no avail. 

“These things…”

THUD

“…are dense…”

THUD

“…as FUCK!!”

THUD

THUD

THUD

THUD

The Ghost had literally worked up a sweat as he unloaded on Nikolai for several more minutes. Nikolai was certain that his testicles had been utterly ruined. despite still firmly keeping their shape, and the pain was unbelievable. The big muscle man thought he might pass out a dozen times or more, but unfortunately for the young athlete, his monumentally muscular body was simply too ferociously tough to allow him the mercy of unconsciousness. Instead, Niko had to endure every testicle-splitting blow and legacy-ending punch, taking the unbearably handsome hunk to extremes of agony scarcely dreamed of before. 

By the time The Ghost had finally stopped pummeling Nikolai’s traumatized testes, the young man’s deeply chiseled 10-pack of taut abs was filled with a deep, dull ache the likes of which he had never even imagined was possible. His balls felt like they had been through a ringer — literally — though they were still only moderately bruised and swollen. 

“Impressive!” The Ghost commented with real feeling, panting as he slipped the brass knuckles off of his slightly bruised and battered hands, and dropped the knuckle dusters to the floor with a loud clang. He then picked up the glass chamber and violently shoved Nikolai’s behemoth balls back inside. 

Nikolai's beautiful blond boy balls have nearly been pounded into hamburger, and now they're about to face the suction chamber again! Can they possibly survive?!?