Castration Warehouse - Part Ten
Based on an original story by RackTheSack
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Early morning sunlight was now streaming through upper windows, bathing the room in a warm golden light, and making Jack Samson’s bound and weakly struggling form even more magically stunning and beautiful. Despite all of the horrific abuses he had suffered that night, and all of the bruises, welts, and lacerations that marred his once-perfect flesh, the enormously muscular young college jock still looked as magnificent as ever, perhaps even more so.
While the other men used the brief break to put away their canes and other instruments of torture, Mitch knelt down between Jack’s wide-spread legs and started undoing all of the bindings that were keeping his profoundly bruised and battered testicles stretched down to the very ends of their straining fleshy tethers. The big blond bull of a man first untied the three ropes anchoring Jack’s bulging bollocks to the floor, and then he began slowly unwinding the rope that was coiled about the greatly elongated neck of his scrotum, gradually releasing the terrific tension on the lad’s terribly ill-used testicles. When he was done and Jack’s humongous balls were once again allowed to hang free, Mitch was surprised to discover that the massive gonads were now sagging down even lower in their sac than ever before. Maybe even permanently — not that that would matter for much longer — the extraordinary resiliency of even the lad’s mighty ball cords and cables finally starting to wane. The sight was powerfully erotic to the big blond giant, and a cruel smirk twisted his handsome lips as he lightly swatted the gigantic and unspeakably meaty ballbag, causing it to swing ponderously between Jack’s immense thighs.
Mitch stood up and turned to the other big muscle men, saying, “We’ve got a bona fide he-man on our hands here. This handsome lad has endured everything that we’ve dished out, and he’s so far survived with his manhood almost completely intact. We therefore have the unprecedented opportunity to really pull out all the stops, and give him everything we’ve got. Boys, it’s time that we scramble some eggs!”
The other four men moved forward to surround Jack, evil and malicious grins splitting their faces, while Mitch stood back and crossed his big arms, apparently content to just watch. The four huge muscle thugs started flexing their fists and eyeing over the quivering young man’s utterly magnificent body, picking out their favorite targets.
And then they began to use the bound stud’s extraordinarily muscular body as a human punching bag.
All four men were immensely strong and they no longer held back, striking the muscular college jock’s defenseless body with eager and reckless abandon, and pummeling nearly every part of his thrashing and quaking form. The thick and very beefy smacking sounds of bare-knuckled fists impacting with incredibly thick and rock solid muscles was soon echoing throughout the large room, accompanied by the grunts, cries, and moans of the unfortunate stud himself. Favorite targets included his deep and muscular armpits, where they would grind their knuckles and dig the lush pit hair into the lad’s tender and welted flesh; his beefy and mounding pecs, taking extra care to mash his bruised, blistered, and bleeding nipples; his bulging upper arms, trying to pulverize those massive and beautifully carved muscles and reduce them to mush; his densely muscular back, already covered in a multitude of welts and lacerations; and his exquisitely carved flanks and midsection, trying to cave in his muscular belly and shatter his internal organs. They even pummeled and punished his gloriously muscular legs, hammering his hamstrings, pounding his inner thighs, clobbering his quads, and clubbing his calves.
The fists were falling like near constant hammer blows, landing hard enough to rend flesh and break bones on any other man. But Jack’s enormously muscular body was built of such ferociously strong and sturdy stuff that his great beefy bulk endured even this most brutal of abuses. Deep bruises of angry red and vibrant purple were erupting all over his majestic body, but the great muscles girding his large frame repelled even the most powerful of blows.
The same could not be said for Jack’s far more vulnerable cock and balls.
While the four men greatly enjoyed using Jack’s ridiculously muscular body as a beefy sand bag, their focus was of course on the young lad’s already heavily bruised and battered genitalia, and there was always at least one thug slugging the kid’s massive meat and potatoes. Punching Jack’s cock was often a two-man affair, with one muscular brute holding a tight double-handed grip on a section of the thick, vein-gnarled shaft, and the other hammering his fists into the throttled and strangled meat. Fists pounded into the root of the great organ, trying to tear it loose from its tight moorings. Punches rained straight down into the center of the cock shaft, trying to snap the incredibly girthy tool in half. Knuckles dug deep into the shiny, glistening, bloated bulb of Jack’s cock head, mashing hard into the spongy tissues. Jack’s monumentally tumescent cock continued to somehow endure, but it was taking a hell of a beating.
The young man’s colossal balls fared even worse as they were continuously slugged and pummeled from every possible direction, racking up even more bruises as the traumatized tissues were forced to warp and bend into ever more unnatural shapes, the dense and beefy flesh slowly but steadily softening up more and more. Poor Jack was reduced to making animal sounds of pure agony, great screeches and thundering bellows emanating from the depths of his thick, muscle-plated chest as he was forced to endure greater levels of pain than he had thought humanly possible. His great sperm tanks started swelling in earnest now, the unbelievably heavy abuse reaching right down to the very core of each mammoth orb, causing trauma and damage throughout their absolutely enormous mass.
Incredibly, this absolutely merciless pummeling continued for nearly two solid hours, with young Jack’s magnificent body absorbing enough abuse to kill a hundred men. The four big thugs were finally forced to take a break, each of them panting in exertion themselves, having just had the greatest workout of their lives. The hunky and handsome college jock hung almost motionless in his chains, an occasional spasm or shudder running through his horribly battered body, nearly comatose with the pain. His formerly beyond perfect physique was now a beautiful wreck, his entire form a mass of bruises and welts and lacerations and swollen tissues, only his achingly handsome face left untouched and pristine. His great cock, still impossibly hard after his ordeal, looked just as bruised and battered as the rest of his weary body, but managed to not lose an ounce of its power or turgid magnificence. His behemoth balls were so outrageously mauled and mangled as to not even resemble a pair of human testicles anymore. Now glowing an almost uniformly vibrant purple so dark as to almost be black, the titanic testicles had swollen and bloated to nearly twice their original size from all of the terrific trauma they’d sustained, leaving coconuts far behind to approach the size of the very largest of ostrich eggs. Jack’s balls had swollen to their absolute maximum size, looking like they were ready to rip open the fibrous outer walls straining to contain their bloated contents, and spill their mangled guts into his battered ballsac. Previously invisible veins along the surface of each nut were now bloated to monstrous size as well and protruded all over their goliath mass, making it look like scores of thick dark worms were wriggling all over each rotund ball.
Mitch stepped forward and began a new digital inspection of the handsome lad’s hideously bloated balls, and he grinned in satisfaction as his fingers were now able to plunge deep into the formerly turgid and extraordinarily — one might even say unnaturally — solid flesh. The two testes were amazingly still unbroken and structurally intact, but they had softened up dramatically under the unrelenting abuse, wearing down a tremendous amount of their freakish power and resilience. But the big blond bull could sense some significant reserves of strength still locked inside of those huge cajones, and so he prepared to take his own turn at the human punching bag.
The big man cocked back his left fist, the muscles of his arm bulging and swelling to ridiculously gigantic proportions, and then sent his massive fist shooting forward with terrifying speed and power, colliding directly with the center of Jack’s monstrously bloated right nut. Jack’s handsome head snapped back and his beautiful blue eyes flew open in a look of almost comical surprise and shock, for it felt like his right bollock had just been punched right out of his bag to strike the brick wall dozens of yards behind him. He was just sucking in a huge lungful of air to scream when Mitch launched a brutal upper cut with his right fist, crushing his left testicle dangerously flat against his muscular crotch. Jack found his voice and uttered his most window-vibrating bellow of agony yet, as it felt like a nuclear bomb had just exploded inside of his dark purple, gruesomely bloated ballsac.
The testicular punishment that followed was a vicious assault of truly epic proportions on the young man’s steadily failing manhood, an attack of such violence and utter lack of mercy that it was difficult to describe. The big blond thug was by far the strongest man in the room, likely one of the strongest men in the entire world, and he used every ounce of that muscular power to hammer and pound the lad’s screaming, swelling testicles. Even the other four brutes, eager as they were to destroy the gorgeous young man’s gigantic balls, had to occasionally wince or flinch in sympathetic pain themselves whenever Mitch landed a particularly vicious punch, which was often.
An average man’s delicate testicles couldn’t have hoped to survive even ONE such annihilating blow, let alone the dozens, and then scores, and then HUNDREDS of pistoning bare-knuckled punches that Jack’s already redlining nuts were receiving. The tortured lad could only sob and scream and thrash as his weakening balls were struck and pounded from every direction, shock waves of destructive force reverberating throughout their vast and voluminous interiors even as the next blow hit. It seemed utterly impossible that any object made solely of flesh and blood could survive such insane levels of abuse, let alone a man’s unprotected testicles, but Jack’s mighty meaty balls somehow endured, valiantly holding onto their crumbling structural integrity even as their remaining strength and resilience was being literally pounded right out of them.
Mitch was a true maestro when it came to testicular torture, and he knew how to run that very fine line between punishment and destruction, while maximizing the pain that his subjects suffered. And NO ONE had ever before suffered as much as Jack was suffering now. The handsome young muscle bull was simply MADE for torture and hard abuse, his exquisite physique and gargantuan genitals able to endure extremes of brutality that would outright slay a lesser mortal. Mitch was having the greatest time of his life as he further scrambled the handsome college jock’s monumentally oversized spunk bunkers, steadily turning them into hamburger meat, and he only wished that he had a hundred such magnificent studs to use and abuse, for he knew that he would never see Jack’s like again.
The big blond pugilist made sure to land his punches evenly across all of that enormous volume of prime testicular real estate, careful to not strike the same spot too many times for fear of causing the thick and fibrous outer wall to crack and cave in too soon. Nevertheless, despite his unequalled skill, Mitch was pushing the extreme outer limits of those mighty balls’ tolerance, and it was as much a testament to Jack’s super human strength and resilience as it was Mitch’s skill that the lad’s big boulder balls didn’t prematurely break under the hideous onslaught of abuse.
After more than twenty minutes and well over a THOUSAND punches right to the gonads, a lust-crazed Mitch suddenly wrapped his huge left hand around the long neck of Jack’s scrotum and violently yanked his titanic testicles forward, very nearly ripping the beyond-bloated sex organs from Jack’s straining crotch. He then took his huge right fist and slammed it downward full force onto the trapped organs with pulverizing force, striking right into the seam between the two hulking huevos and therefore hammering both battered sex glands at once. The bloated and bulging organs were instantly crushed more than halfway flat, forced to absorb every ounce of the thunderous blow, and the piteous howl that escaped from Jack’s ragged throat made the other thugs laugh and smile in delight. Mitch brought his fist down like a pile driver again, and again, and once again, each time dramatically flattening the now disturbingly soft and yielding orbs.
With a rictus of a grin etched across his ruggedly handsome face, Mitch threw himself into the task, his fist becoming a blurred piston as he unleashed his greatest orgy of abuse yet on the trapped balls. The big blond was steadily pounding Jack’s stones into rubble, and he was loving every minute of it. The solid and beefy thuds of the earlier punches had long since become wet and messy splats, the gigantic testicles feeling like oval spheres of warm oatmeal beneath Mitch’s pounding fists. Any blow seemed to be the one destined to shatter the young man’s failing nuts, but somehow, incredibly, impossibly, they continued to stoically endure, doggedly refusing to burst.
The beyond brutal piston punches continued for at least five minutes, though it must have felt like an eternity in the lowest pits of Hell to poor Jack. Wherever the blond thug’s fist would land, the young man’s deeply bruised nut meat would cave in, denting profoundly as the invading fist drove knuckles first into the throbbing heart of his failing manhood. Mitch would then haul his fist out of the hideously distorted shapes of the two tortured testes, and before the beleaguered orbs even had a chance to rebound into something approaching their normal ovoid shapes, the huge blond ball wrecker was slamming his huge fist into the profoundly wounded nut meat from yet another direction. It was a testicular slaughter of legendary proportions.
Mitch finally came up for air, releasing Jack’s utterly mangled nuts and gasping to regain his own breath, his own achingly hard 13-inch bull cock sticking out straight before him and leaking an extraordinary amount of glistening precum. His fevered gaze drank in the staggeringly erotic sight of the handsome muscle hunk, his glorious body bruised and battered from neck to toes, his massive battered cock still a raging hardon of hot steel, and his hideously savaged and mutilated ballsac looking like a huge, heavy, purple sack of ground chuck. Mitch had somehow managed to coax a bit more swelling out of Jack’s nuts, such that each goliath gonad had now more than doubled in size, exceeding even the lofty dimensions of the largest of ostrich eggs.
Mitch reached down to cradle Jack’s giant goolies, filling even his enormous hands to well beyond overflowing, and squeezed their mushy contents. Hard. His thick fingers dug deep into the heavily traumatized tissues, making the big blond bull grin even bigger, and he pulped and palpated those huge orbs for several minutes, really digging his strong digits deep into Jack’s nut flesh. But after several long minutes of thorough digital examination, Mitch couldn’t find any significant cracks or breaks in the walls of either of Jack’s titanically swollen nuts, and could only conclude that the lad’s gigantic bollocks were miraculously, impossibly, still largely intact! The kid’s behemoth balls just didn’t know when to quit! They were serious gluttons for punishment! Mitch could hardly wait to harm them even more!
The big man finally released Jack’s profoundly worked-over balls and placed his left hand around the back of the young man’s thick bison neck, pulling the young man’s handsome sweat- and tear-stained head down until their foreheads touched. “Oh Jack,” Mitch breathed into the young man’s face, his already deep voice thickened with unbridled lust, “what a magnificent stud you are! We’ve messed up those bull balls of yours something good, but those fuckers are still ALIVE! Heavily damaged, and probably wrecked for good, but still whole and solid! Fuck, boy, you’re a BEAST, plain and simple, and I only wish we had more time to play with you.”
Mitch then lifted his right knee slowly upward into Jack’s low-hanging mass of mangled ball flesh, toying with the massive sac and gently grinding the swollen mass into the young man’s groin.
“Now Jack, I want you to watch me ram my knee into your nuts. I want you to bear witness as I massacre what’s left of your huge balls, and murder all of your unborn children. Come on, Jack, count with me!” Handsome Jack could only wearily sob in response, his eyes staring down in horror and despair at the outrageously muscular leg cocked back and ready to slam into his nearly broken nuts.
With a loud grunt and a mighty heave, Mitch drove his big bony knee with pulverizing force directly into Jack’s throbbing nuts, instantly pancaking the dark purple orbs against the young man’s chiseled and muscular crotch. The blow was so devastating that it very nearly drove all of the air out of Jack’s big lungs, and his beautiful blue eyes bulged comically from his head as he suffered the incalculable agony of that single knee strike.
Wrapping his gargantuan arms around Jack’s shoulders and neck to keep his balance, Mitch continued the butchering of the young stud’s manhood by alternating his knees back and forth, thrusting them full force into the howling lad’s groin again and again and again. The resulting carnage was greater than any abuse that had come before, with Mitch landing blows so powerful that even Jack’s hale and hearty balls from almost 12 hours earlier would have been hard pressed to survive. Perversely, both of their monster cocks remained rock hard and dripping throughout the bollock-breaking bloodbath, rubbing hard against the other man’s washboard abdomen and leaving glistening trails of crystalline precum on each other’s bodies.
Mitch was no longer holding anything back, not trying to preserve Jack’s testicles any more as he pounded away at the young man’s gargantuan nuts, seeking nothing less than their complete and utter liquidation. The feel of those hot, huge, mushy nuts collapsing against the enormous muscles of his bare thighs over and over and over again shot the blond bull to stratospheric levels of erotic ecstasy that he’d never imagined before, which only spurred him to even greater efforts. Mitch knew that he must have long since extinguished any lingering remnant of the epic stud’s super human virility by this point, but he wouldn’t settle for anything less than the complete annihilation and extermination of those two titanic testicles.
But Jack’s herculean nuts valiantly and stubbornly refused to break, despite having now been reduced to the consistency of Jell-o.
“WHY!! WON’T!! YOU!! BREAK!!!” Mitch bellowed as he landed his hardest knee slams yet, threatening to shatter Jack’s pelvis in the process.
With a final, almighty knee slam, Mitch buried his entire thigh into the nearly liquid orbs, grinding his leg with pulverizing strength into the almost completely flattened gonads and threatening to pop them once and for all.
That final blow must have triggered something deep in Jack’s hideously mangled sexual plumbing, for the young man suddenly and unexpectedly hit orgasm for the first time in several hours, and his thirteenth orgasm of his captivity.
Mitch and the other men had long since concluded that young Jack had already been effectively rendered into a eunuch, his mighty spunk bunkers reduced to an impotent mass of wrecked and ruined flesh. But the breathtakingly handsome young man was about to prove them all wrong, in a very big way.
A sudden gush of wet and sloppy heat exploded against Mitch’s chest and abs, and he looked down in shocked wonder in time to see Jack’s trapped cock release a second massive pulse of thick and creamy sperm between their two muscular bodies. Even as the big blond thug continued to saw his enormous thigh into the young man’s flattened orbs, Jack’s monstrous stallion cock belched out what was quickly proving to be his biggest and most powerful load of the entire night. Truly humongous ropes and ribbons of blindingly white cum spurted out messily from between their two enormously muscular bodies, and even more slugs and globs of the funky and smelly effluent dripped down from between their joined crotches to splatter loudly into the veritable ocean of procreative fluids beneath them both.
The spectacular purging of Jack’s tortured loins went on for several long minutes, and was both defiant proof that his fantastic hyper virility was still very much alive and intact, and a liquid and literal ‘white flag’ of surrender against the unspeakably brutal and merciless abuse.
Mitch kept grinding his knee into Jack’s spasming bull nuts long after the last dregs of his shockingly mammoth load had drizzled out of his diamond hard cock, his pumping hips making it look like he was fucking the front of the young man’s bound and suspended body. His enormous 13-inch cock slopped through the hot and gooey soup of fresh stud spunk that was glueing their bodies together from neck to mid thigh, rubbing hard against the magnificent cobblestones of Jack’s rock hard belly.
He finally relented, though, and pulled his knee out of Jack’s blubbery and bloated balls, and then took a couple of steps back. Nearly a hundred hot and chunky ribbons of impossibly thick spunk continued to connect their bodies, however, a jaw dropping display of Jack’s supreme, undaunted, and undiminished virility completely painting both of their bodies and blinding and glistening white from their necks to their knees. Mitch kept taking slow steps backward, stretching out the thick strands of cum until they finally snapped one by one, freeing him of his wet and messy connection to the younger man’s body.
“Fuck, Jack!!” Mitch said, his deeply impressed awe clear in his baritone voice. “That was fucking INSANE!! I can’t believe that your balls are still FUNCTIONAL after all of the abuse I just put them through! But I guess the ‘proof is in the pudding’, as they say, and you fucking shot out a shit ton of pudding just now!”
Jack gave no visible reaction in response, his body sagging in its restraints and his head hanging low, panting and heaving to catch his breath after the monumental purge he’d just finished. His hideously bloated balls were hanging down farther than ever, looking like a pair of purple, vein-gnarled melons in their bruised and abraded sac, and almost visibly throbbing in a hellish inferno of inhuman pain.
“I think such an almighty display deserves a special reward,” Mitch then said, idly scraping a messy handful of the thick nut slop off of his chest and belly and tossing it wetly onto the floor.
