The Ghost Network V — What A Mess -- Part 6

The Ghost Network V — What A Mess

Part 6

Based on an original story by Sack Stomper

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While Nikolai panted and weakly moaned in tremendous nut agony, The Ghost set about staging his next scene. He retrieved a solid cylindrical pillar of metal from behind the table, muscling it over to the bound jock and setting it in front of his slightly spread legs. The short column of steel was a little over 3 feet tall and about a foot in diameter. Nikolai’s bruised bollocks now hung so incredibly low that they easily rested heavily on the cool surface of the pillar with several inches of scrotal slack to spare, looking positively huge and monstrous against the gleaming metal, and filling the top of the pedestal almost to capacity. 

The Ghost then went back to the table, reached beneath the white linen covering it, and retrieved a large mallet. Nikolai’s stunning blue eyes grew wide as he recognized the weapon for what it was — a large meat tenderizer, the kind one might use to hammer and soften a 96-ounce porterhouse steak! 

Or a humongous set of blond boy nuts. 

The mallet had a thick wooden handle that was about a foot and a half long. It was topped by a large rectangular cube of solid steel, with the two business-end faces of the cube studded with uniform spikes that were easily half an inch long. Thankfully, the tip of each squat pyramid of a spike was blunted, and therefore wouldn’t outright puncture or shred any tissue that it pounded. But that was the only saving grace, for the size, weight, and heft of the oversized mallet was deadly-looking enough. 

The Ghost addressed the central camera, brandishing the enormous meat tenderizer, and said, “Now normally, this little hammer here would be instant overkill for almost any set of nuts. But Nikolai here has proven that he’s got a uniquely tough and durable set of bull balls on him, so let’s see how long he lasts under the ‘tenderizer’!” 

Even at their original size, Nikolai’s balls were far too massive for The Ghost to strike both at the same time; now that they had been forcefully bloated to double their normal size, the cruel and wicked captor had even more acreage to play with! He lined up the head of his meat hammer with his intended target, and then brought the mallet head down full force, directly into the center of Nikolai’s mammoth right bollock. 

Any other man’s testicle would have almost certainly exploded under the terrible blow. But even after all that it had already endured, Nikolai’s goliath right testicle only flattened a little bit under the crushing strike. The puffy and slightly softened gonad still had a rock solid core, which resisted further deformation even as The Ghost hammered Niko’s right ball again and again and again and again. The handsome blond jock was shrieking in animal agony as his humongous right nut was mercilessly clubbed and clobbered dozens and dozens of times in a row. The pain was beyond extreme, and Nikolai wished once again that he wasn’t so insanely tough so that he could pass out and be spared the worst of the blinding agony. But the hunky golden-haired giant was simply too strong, too much of a big muscle bull, to slip into blessed unconsciousness. 

Blow after blow after ruinous, thunderous blow landed directly into Niko’s mammoth right orb, and yet it continued to endure, repelling each and every strike. The Ghost seemed almost tireless, however, and he kept right on hammering the helpless man egg, trying with all of his might to crack it. And after what had to be more than a hundred mallet blows, the cruel captor could see that his efforts were finally starting to have an effect. Ever so slowly, the repeated hammer strikes were weakening the young man’s ferociously tough nuts, as his big bollock was starting to flatten more and more under the murderous onslaught. Almost imperceptibly at first, but more and more, Nikolai’s right ball was getting hammered flatter and flatter with each successive strike, the behemoth baby maker pancaking more and more under the unceasing attack. It was quickly rebounding back to its original spheroid shape after each blow, but it was clear that its resistance was being worn down little by little, bit by bit. 

After more than two hundred mallet blows had collided with every square inch of surface on Nikolai’s vast right bollock, the titanic orb was being crushed almost halfway flat with each blow, the stainless steel head of the meat tenderizer sinking deep into the heavily traumatized tissues, which warped and bent and nearly engulfed the entire steel head of the mallet into their beefy depths. And STILL The Ghost kept hammering away at the screaming testicle, flattening it more and more, decimating half of the young man’s heroic manhood, and threatening to shatter the mighty gonad. 

More than three hundred devastating hammer blows had landed into Nikolai’s bloated right nut before The Ghost paused to assess the damage. Nikolai’s voice was hoarse from all of the screaming, and he could only sob in quiet desolation as the masked man poked and prodded the now profoundly wounded organ. The young man’s right ball was now significantly larger than his left, the tenderized tissues swelling even more from all of the violent and extreme abuse. Dark bluish-purple bruises were spreading across the vast orb, testament to the deep and pervasive injuries that had bee inflicted on the long-suffering nut. The Ghost’s prodding fingers easily sank past the first knuckle into all of that puffy and softening flesh. But the dense core of the goliath gonad still resisted further invasion by his digging digits, and despite its horribly battered and mangled appearance, the mighty testicle was still intact, whole, and fully functional. The Ghost was clearly astounded by the titanic sex organ’s super human levels of endurance, and found that he was equal parts pleased and frustrated by its continued survival. 

Nikolai’s bruised and swollen left testicle made a tempting next target, looking positively untouched compared to its far more battered twin. The Ghost decided to give the young man’s throbbing right ball a break, and instead started unleashing terrible abuse upon the stud’s huge left nut. 

The rhythmic, staccato thud of steel on beef once again echoed throughout the white-walled room as The Ghost relentlessly hammered and pummeled Nikolai’s bulging and bloated left testicle with his oversized meat tenderizer. The ferociously tough testicle resisted more than the most minimal deformation for a good long while, just like its twin had. But with the steel pillar resting beneath it and functioning as a solid backstop, the trapped testicle was forced to absorb the entire force of each and every blow. Nikolai’s monumentally muscular body continued writhing and thrashing against his restraints, sweat flying off of his massive, glistening muscles, as the screaming stud fought futilely to break free. 

In time, Nikolai’s huge left bollock began to compress and flatten more and more with each hammer blow, just as his right ball had done, as first one hundred, then two hundred, and then more than three hundred mallet blows collided with devastating force into all of that helpless male beef. 

The Ghost had to take a few moments to pause in his exertions, panting heavily as he once again assessed Nikolai’s battered bollocks. The masked smile frozen on his face seemed to reflect the man’s true mood, however, for he seemed extremely pleased with the unbelievably heavy damage he’d inflicted on the young man’s mammoth testicles. Neither of the stud’s behemoth balls looked even remotely healthy anymore. They were swollen even larger than honeydew melons at this point, glowing an almost solid purple from massive amounts of deep bruising, and were throbbing with such unbearable agony that even mighty Nikolai was struggling to remain conscious. The Ghost used both of his hands to grip the young man’s hideously swollen seed pods, humming with satisfaction as his clutching fingers easily sank deep into all of that softened testicle meat. 

Nikolai’s big blond balls definitely weren’t broken, but they we no longer intact either. 

The masked assailant seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time caressing, kneading, and roughly fondling those two behemoth bollocks, appearing to revel in their titanic size and terrific staying power. The Ghost appeared to be etching every last detail of the beyond-gigantic orbs into his memory, for he knew deep down that he would likely never find a male as magnificent as young Nikolai ever again. He therefore savored every moment with the elephantine-endowed blond muscle stud, searing every gorgeous detail of the handsome young man’s mammoth testicles into his memory. 

After several minutes of rest, The Ghost took up his meat tenderizer again, and as Nikolai plaintively cried out and begged wordlessly for mercy, he raised the mallet up high and prepared to resume the testicle beating. 

What followed was perhaps the most brutal ten minutes of bollock abuse ever recorded. The Ghost wailed upon Nikolai’s helpless orbs with reckless abandon, heedless of the deep damage he was causing the already heavily wounded and dangerously weakened orbs. He randomly struck either the left or the right bollock, making sure to spread out his blows so that he could inflict the maximum amount of pain and injury onto the unbelievably massive wealth of testicle meat displayed so beautifully before him. Nikolai’s monumentally muscular form could only quake and shudder and writhe under the devastating barrage of abuse, and his cries of agony became even deeper and more hoarse as his ravaged vocal cords tried to give voice to the unimaginable pain he was suffering. 

The audience watching remotely was able to witness an unmitigated massacre, as The Ghost sought to slaughter Nikolai’s bloated bull nuts with the spiked meat tenderizer. Blow after blow after blow after blow rained down on the gorgeous young man’s weakening balls, steadily flattening them even more with each ruinous strike, slowly butchering the beef-packed bollocks. The meaty thuds of each impact were soon mixed with disturbingly wet and sloppy sounds as the structural integrity of the young man’s mammoth testicles was slowly ground down, and the delicate internal structures of his sexual plumbing began to break apart. 

Later playback of the video recording would show that The Ghost landed over a thousand additional hammer blows during that protracted ten minutes of beyond extreme testicular violence, enough force and brutality to turn even the most hardened set of bull nuts to nothing more than a greasy, bloody stain. 

Thus it was even more extraordinary when Nikolai’s monstrously swollen and hideously bruised testicles survived even THIS abuse! 

After what felt like an eternity, The Ghost violently tossed the large meat tenderizer aside and began aggressively groping and fondling and squeezing Nikolai’s mangled ballsac. The masked man more than half expected to find a soupy mess of shattered meat and ruined sperm sloshing around inside of the bruised and heavily abraded nutsac, so it was with a great deal of surprise that his gripping fingers found two marginally solid — but clearly intact — orbs! Massively swollen, profoundly bruised, and soft and squishy to the point of near uselessness, but still hale and whole! 

“Well there you have it, folks!” The Ghost said, addressing his hidden audience through the camera lens and panting a little breathlessly. “This outrageously handsome young bull of a man has proven without a shadow of a doubt that he has the biggest, toughest, strongest set of bollocks on the entire planet! Let’s give our young Nikolai a hand!” 

The Ghost pressed a button on a hidden remote, and canned applause filled the small room for almost half a minute, and even the masked man himself turned toward the panting and heaving young muscle stud and gave a dozen or so sincere claps with his big, strong hands. He then turned off the fake applause and addressed the camera again. 

“But you know me, my devoted fans and followers. I never leave a project unfinished. So though part of me would dearly love to let this handsome hunk of blond muscles fully recover so that I could punish and abuse his peerless nuts again, you and I both know that’s now how this show ends. So let’s see if we can send Nikolai off with a bang, shall we?” 

Good gawd, poor Nikolai's massive bollocks have nearly been hammered into sterility!! How much more abuse can the long-suffered lad take?!? Find out in the next installment... ;)