The Ghost Network -- What a Mess -- Part 8 (Final)

Hello friends and readers! 

First, a housekeeping update. The blog administrators have started placing a couple dozen of my stories behind warnings to viewers (and rightly so), but hopefully you can still access them. If it gets to the point, however, where they're blocking access entirely, then I will shut down this blog for good. I'll try to give you warning if that looks like it's coming to pass -- fingers crossed that it won't. But in this time of growing censorship, who know how far it will go? 

Thank you to everyone who dropped comments on this story series thus far! It sounds like many of you enjoyed the ride (well, except for Nikolai, of course). I love the ideas that some of you proposed for a suitable ending to this story, and I wish I could write ALL of those versions. But instead, I'm including an ending below that I hope is sufficiently 'explosive' for you all... ;)

--Jayse

The Ghost Network V — What A Mess

Part 8

Based on an original story by Sack Stomper

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“GAAAAAAAHH!!!!”

Nikolai uttered his most deep and deafening bellow of the night, his entire body flexing into the single greatest display of masculine muscular might ever seen. At that same moment, the young man’s loins clenched down like a fist, and his mammoth 19-inch cock gave its mightiest pulse yet. Somehow, impossibly, the heaving flesh cannon managed to overcome the overwhelming suction power of the vacuum chamber, unlocking the sperm too long trapped inside of his balls and unleashing the most powerful ejaculation of the young muscle bull’s life. 

With a force and power that was truly super human, Nikolai’s mighty phallus gave a great heaving throb, and the most unimaginably massive gout of pure white sperm jetted forth. The colossal rope of cum had to be at least twelve feet long and thick as a man’s finger, an impossibly voluminous seminal deluge that pumped out with such violent force that the bulk of the gigantic sperm salvo cleared the stainless steel table entirely to splat very messily against the far wall of the room. 

Nikolai’s cum cannon was recoiling from this first salvo and preparing to pump out a second massive river of cum when it happened. The terrific vacuum forces being exerted on the young man’s quivering balls from without, combined with the added pressure of his thundering cock forcibly pulling at the beleaguered organs from within, proved to be the final straw leading to the blond muscle stud’s ultimate undoing. 

BLOOOOOO-UUU-OOOOOOSH

In a single cataclysmic instant, every square inch of the inside surface of the globe-sized glass chamber was painted with thick gore as Nikolai’s entire nutsac spectacularly burst into ruined and shattered chunks. It’s likely that the explosive mess would have struck the cameras, the walls, and perhaps even the ceiling itself had it not been for the hardened plexiglas walls of the chamber keeping the spray in check. The titanic pressures both outside and inside Nikolai’s already profoundly damaged and injured testicles had simply gotten too great, and every structure, fiber, and tubule inside the mammoth sex glands failed catastrophically all at once. 

Even The Ghost was visibly startled by the suddenness and sheer violence of the event. One instant, Nikolai’s balls had been terminally swollen but were whole and largely intact male sex organs, and the next, BOOM!  

The wet splashing of meaty chunks splattering the inside of the chamber was audible even over the whirring sounds of the suction machine. A gruesome slurry of ruined testicular matter — the pink and gray of the shattered vessels of manhood themselves, the red of engorged blood, and the creamy white of raw, pent up sperm — coated the interior of the sphere, with thick chunks of ball beef slowly oozing down the walls toward the base of the glass globe. The explosive end to Nikolai’s legendary manhood was as quick and violent as it was utterly final. 

The young man’s final bellow of agony was caught in his throat at the moment of his testicles’ destruction, his blue eyes bulging wide and his entire phenomenally muscular body frozen in a rictus of the greatest display of flexing male muscle ever seen. Even his mightily throbbing penis was paralyzed in mid ejaculation, his final titanic orgasm cut brutally short at the moment of his unmanning. A thick slurry of grayish-white spunk continued to ooze from his gaping cum hole, his final seminal discharge as an intact male, so thick with undiluted sperm that it was nearly as much solid as liquid. The thick and chunky spunk splattered to the floor with wet plopping sounds, but the room was otherwise eerily quiet in the moments following Nikolai’s explosive castration. 

The moment seemed suspended in time for an eternity. But after a few moments, the sphere began to slowly drop downward, still gripping the neck of Nikolai’s burst scrotum. The powerful connective tissues anchoring Nikolai’s beautiful bull balls to his body had been obliterated right along with his balls, allowing the chamber’s sturdy gasket to squeak lower and then finally seal itself shut, freeing the glass ball from the young man’s body. The goop-filled sphere ponderously fell to the ground and shattered into a thousand pieces, spilling the gory remains of Nikolai’s once-magnificent manhood all over the floor. A staggering volume of flesh and fluids splattered everywhere, a sizable amount splashing against the calves and thighs of both men, coating them with procreative rubble. 

The various cameras zoomed in on the absolute disaster that until moments before had been the largest and most powerful set of stud nuts in the entire world. 

An exuberant and victorious Ghost said, “I told you, folks! W - A - M — ‘What a mess!’” 

Overwhelmed by the unimaginable agony of his nuts’ catastrophic destruction, young Nikolai made a short, sharp choking sound, and then fell utterly limp, his tortured mind finally reaching the blissful mercy of unconsciousness. Only the titanic bulk of his 19+ inch monster cock remained vibratingly rock hard and pointed proudly heavenward, the chemical cocktail that The Ghost had injected into the massive male member two hours ago preventing the colossal schlong from growing soft… perhaps ever! The poor jock was likely going to be left with a permanently rock hard cock of mind-boggling proportions, a cruel and constant reminder of the unbearably tragic loss he had suffered that evening. 

The Ghost placed a black lacquered shoe above one of the largest chunks of ruined testicular matter littering the floor, a massive hunk of meat nearly the size of an irregularly-shaped baseball, and hovered it there for a moment. Then he brought his foot slowly down onto the yielding chunk of beefy flesh, pressing it into the floor. Gross squelching and crunching sounds came from the shattered tissues as the chunk of ball readily burst apart, spraying more gore and nut shrapnel across the floor. 

“There you have it, my faithful followers,” The Ghost said in a incongruously cheerful voice as he faced the main camera once more. “Tonight was without a doubt my greatest masterpiece of torture and castration yet, a symphony of agony and destruction. But never fear — I fully intend to bring you more and even greater displays of jock destruction and muscle bull unmanning in the future! But for now, so long, and see you next time!” 

The cameras then went dark, and the transmission ended… 

 

Just imagine the heavenly sensation as he pumps boiling ropes of silky jet-fuel into your churning guts, his almighty arms wrapped around you and holding you tight as his gigantic, throbbing bull cock plunders the depths of your hungry ass!