Castration Warehouse - Part 7

Castration Warehouse - Part Seven

Based on an original story by RackTheSack 

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All five smiling and chuckling men walked over to the peg board and retrieved nearly identical items. Each device looked very much like a standard wooden ping pong paddle, with a stout handle and a large flat surface with textured rubber coating both sides. The only difference was that these paddles were built on a much larger and sturdier scale, with a surface area more similar to that of a tennis racket. More than large enough to strike both of Jack’s gigantic man nuts at the same time. 

“Okay Jack, warm up time is over,” Mitch drawled with an evil glint in his cold blue eyes. “It’s time to really start working over those huge bull balls of yours! Nothing too damaging yet — we’re still working up to the really heavy stuff — but we’re going to start putting those massive stones of yours through their paces, and see just how tough they truly are!” 

And with that, the paddling of Jack’s behemoth bollocks began. 

The five huge men lined up around the bound muscle stud, three in front and two in back, and spent a couple of moments rocking back and forth on their feet, their huge hard cocks waving in front of them, smiling and taunting the helpless hunk as they expertly swung and twirled the large paddles in their beefy hands. Jack’s bright blue eyes were wide with terror as he looked at the three massive men in front of him, watching the way that their colossal muscles bunched and flexed with every movement. He guessed that the smallest set of biceps among the five men must have come in at over 25 inches, so the amount of raw muscular POWER arrayed before him was truly staggering. And all of that fantastic muscular might was about to be focused on whacking around his low-hanging huevos. 

The first strike came from behind, startling the handsome young lad, as a mighty blow sent his huge testicles swinging violently forward in their loose and dangling sack. The loud slap seemed to echo in the large room, but Jack hardly had time to react before one of the men in front of him took a powerful swing and struck the swinging ballsac from the front, sending it careening back in the opposite direction. 

So began their brutal game, which was like ping pong and tether ball all rolled into one. The big men practiced both their forehand and their backhand as they gleefully slammed and hammered Jack’s wildly swinging and jiggling nuts from every possible direction. The lad’s pendulous nutsac was madly flopping about under the heavy blows, often colliding hard with his own meaty ass, his fantastically muscular inner thighs, or his throbbing cock shaft, but just as often swinging and twisting in open air before the next resounding SMACK of a paddle strike sent them flying off in yet another direction. The sharp stinging pain of the mighty blows would have been knee buckling at the best of times, but with his big balls so deeply throbbing and aching from all that they had already endured, Jack’s testicular agony was beyond anything he could have imagined. Still, despite the awesome power behind each blow, the large surface area of the paddles dispersed the force of each slapping strike, causing a maximum amount of pain with a minimal amount of actual damage. 

You could have fooled Jack, though, for his battered balls felt like they were on fire! Already glowing an angry red in their smooth and hairless sac from all of the abuse they’d already received, the young man’s humongous coconut-sized whoppers steadily grew a darker and uglier shade of red as the effects of the paddle strikes compounded over time. Jack felt like his balls were going to burst and shatter into a thousand bloody pieces under the relentless hammering, but in truth his balls were built of some stern and sturdy stuff, making them incredibly tough and resilient. Freakishly so, in fact. So while the pain continued to mount, and superficial bruises started to erupt all over the beyond massive orbs, Jack’s mighty man eggs were nowhere near in danger of actually cracking. 

The men also amused themselves by occasionally spanking the young stud’s gloriously muscular bubble butt until it was glowing a bright cherry red as well. They also took frequent swings at his steely-hard schlong, powerfully batting it around from every direction, and enjoying making it wiggle and swing wildly in various directions only to quickly snap back to upright and throbbing attention. They were flabbergasted and deeply impressed by the super stud’s ability to maintain an erection even under such extreme abuse, but they were never one to waste such a golden opportunity, so they smacked and clobbered Jack’s mighty stallion cock almost as much as they powerfully paddled his swinging bollocks. 

The agony was so intense that Jack thought he would die, and he felt like his magnificent manhood was being steadily hammered into sterility. But instead, his bruised and aching cock seemed to strain larger still, and incredibly began oozing out long strings of crystalline precum. One of the men was so turned on by the sight of Jack’s heavily drooling mega cock that he roughly scraped a big handful of the slick crud off of the young man’s huge cock, lubed up his own big cock with the young stud’s copious juices, and plunged his huge meat up Jack’s tight and puffy rosebud all the way to the hilt. 

The fourth rape of Jack’s muscle butt was perhaps the most rough and violent yet, with the big thug jackhammering his extremely thick dick in and out of the lad’s well-plundered bowels like some machine piston, forcing a thick slurry of the first three loads to squirt out around his big cock. The other four men all gathered in front of the howling and screaming stud and paddled his swollen cock and balls with renewed vigor and speed. Red and raw abrasions were starting to form on Jack’s big billy club boner and battered ballsac, but that visible superficial damage only seemed to encourage the men to strike harder and faster still, their massive arms and rubber-faced paddles becoming a blur as they rained unforgettable pain down on the lad’s bruised and stinging goods. 

The super stud’s tenth load of the night caught all of the men by surprise, including Jack himself, slamming into his loins with a sudden fury. The four muscle giants standing in front of the grunting and bucking stud were suddenly slashed and plastered by huge scalding hot ribbons and massive slugs of fresh ripe man juice. They just laughed and hollered in delight, and slammed their paddles even harder into Jack’s throbbing man flesh, increasing his agony tenfold as they battered his throbbing cock and convulsing balls throughout the long and incredibly lush orgasm. The feel of the lad’s tightly clenching guts around his invading cock sent Jack’s rapist over the edge, too, and he blasted a fourth huge stud load up Jack’s ass while the young man shot an even larger whale load out over the cum-drenched floor, the latest bolts of cum making messy splashing noises as they splattered onto the impossibly huge puddles of nut sludge already covering an astonishingly large portion of the cement floor. 

Jack’s scream-roughened voice was growing hoarse by the time his tenth orgasm finally ended and the men stopped clobbering his red and swollen manhood. White hot agony radiated out from Jack’s thoroughly battered cock and balls, the throbbing pain almost feeling like his huge genitals were still being hammered by the oversized paddles. The handsome young hunk just heaved and sobbed in his chains, no longer having the strength to even beg for mercy. Not that the five huge men surrounding him would have heeded his pleas anyway.  

Intrigued by the swelling in Jack’s epic manhood, big Mitch broke out a cloth tape measure and placed the end of the tape against the hard, rigid root of Jack’s cock, and then slowly unfurled the cloth along the dorsal length of the mammoth organ. The firm, rock hard flesh felt warm beneath Mitch’s fingers as the tape inched up the length of the absolutely enormous schlong, finally rolling over the huge, hyper engorged, purplish head to reach the dilated and leaking tip. Mitch let out a low whistle of amazement, for Jack’s terminally bloated monster cock had indeed grown, gaining over a full inch in length during the night’s tortures, and now stretched the measuring tape to a jaw dropping 15.5 iron hard inches! 

Mitch removed the cloth tape, which was now wet and sticky with Jack’s hyper abundant cum, and wrapped his fingers around the middle of the enormous cock shaft. His eyebrows rose in surprise as he discovered that even his enormous hand was no longer large enough to wrap all the way around that fantastically girthy beast, for the tremendous thickness of the lad’s record-shattering penis had somehow increased as well. The big blond man squeezed down hard, trying to throttle the humongous cock at its midpoint, but the dick meat was so monstrously engorged and so incredibly hard that his fingers could barely even dent it. He instead frigged the goliath pole, marveling at its unparalleled size and enjoying how the huge snaking veins created delicious speed bumps as his big fist stroked up and down the mighty sex organ. 

Mitch discovered a sensation he hadn’t felt since he was a teenager — jealousy. The blond giant was always the biggest, most fantastically muscular man anywhere he went, and he was hung bigger than anyone he’d ever encountered… until now. The bound college jock in front of him was undeniably staggeringly handsome with the most beautifully formed physique Mitch had ever seen, but the blond giant was half a foot taller and built much bigger. But the sexy young upstart had the blond bull beat where it perhaps counted the most, with a monstrously colossal manhood that dwarfed even Mitch’s own mighty 13-inch meat club and enormous, door-knocker balls that were the size of the largest of lemons. 

Warring emotions of arousal and jealousy made big Mitch feel momentarily insecure. But then a huge, toothy grin spread across the man’s rugged, square-jawed features. Sure, the big handsome kid might be hung bigger than Mitch at the moment, but by the time he and his buddies were done with him, the lad’s gigantic bull balls would be history, and his mammoth member would wilt for the last time, never to rise to goliath tumescent glory ever again! Mitch gave the rock solid cock a few more firm strokes, the flesh of the huge shaft feeling like warm marble to his rough and calloused hand and the comparatively spongy bulb of his bloated glans feeling glassy smooth under his caressing thumb, and then he released the cock, giving it a few strong pats to make it bounce, and then went to eagerly retrieve the next device for the young man’s torture and eventual emasculation.