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Sunday, June 8, 2025

Jack the Hammer - A Halloween Special - Part 5

Though an epilogue chapter will follow in a week, this is the final chapter featuring the titanic rugby player Troy Cooper. Please enjoy his final orgasm and his last moments as an intact male, and let me know what you think in the comment section! :D


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Jack the Hammer - A Halloween Special

Part of the Jack the Hammer series by Pink Beefcake


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Part 5


Troy was in the throes of his first aftershock orgasm when Jack struck. The killer grabbed a particularly large hook off of his belt and stabbed it downward with brutal force, driving the big curved spear of steel clear through Troy’s gigantic left nut and pinning the enormous quivering organ to the hood of his car. Fresh ear-splitting screams were torn from the young rugby stud’s ragged throat as unimaginable pain lanced through his harpooned bollock, an inhuman agony that dwarfed all of the pain he had suffered until now. But far worse was still to come. 


Jack violently tore the hook out of Troy’s left nut, widening the wound with the hook’s exit, and brought it slashing down a second time, this time stabbing the young man’s mammoth right nut. 


What followed was an orgy of violence that even Jack the Hammer had rarely before achieved. Again and again and again, Jack stabbed downward, punching great holes in the trapped stud’s magnificent nuts. Troy’s screams were like that of a wounded animal, and his entire body thrashed and bucked with awesome power, heedless of the damage he was doing to his harpooned biceps. Blood and raw sperm were splattering Jack’s body and Troy’s own monumentally muscular thighs as the killer massacred the handsome lad’s titanic spunk bunkers, a feral grin etched across his fire-ravaged features. The huge meathook stabbed and stabbed and stabbed each enormous orb at least a dozen times, tearing huge rents in the thick and beefy flesh, and doing nearly as much damage when pulled out as when plunged back in. Troy’s screams hit new heights as he felt his future as a male and as a father being mercilessly stabbed to death between his almighty legs. 


Addison was quaking with numb horror by the time Jack stood back to admire his work. Troy’s heaving and sobbing body was still absolutely magnificent, even drenched in his own spunk and with a huge bloody wound boring through the heart of both of his bulging biceps. His face was still breathtakingly handsome despite the cuts on his forehead and the blood running down his chiseled features. His cock, impossibly STILL hard as an iron crowbar even after the slaughter of his testicles, arched majestically over his heaving, rippling abs, throbbing and pulsing with virility and might. But the young man’s glorious bull balls were mangled almost beyond recognition. Though miraculously still maintaining their ovoid shapes and not yet dead, both hulking bollocks had clearly been mortally wounded. Crimson blood and raw, chunky sperm oozed from scores of puncture wounds, and dozens of broken strands and uncoiling loops of the slender, delicate, and almost translucent spaghetti-like tendrils that made up the heart of those sperm-manufacturing organs dangled obscenely from some of the rents in the muscular lad’s thick testicular flesh. 


Jack panted and heaved from his recent exertions, a fire of excitement and blood lust lighting up his bloodied and ruined face, his teeth bared in a horrible grimace. The killer’s end game had begun, but he wasn’t finished with the devastatingly handsome muscle bull just yet. Not even close. 


Troy looked down at his mutilated sex organs and knew that all hope for him was lost. But he could still save his lady love. Craning his head backwards so that he could meet Addison’s terror-stricken gaze through the broken windshield, the young man croaked in his broken voice, “Addi. I love you. Save yourself. Flee. Please.” 


The young man’s words snapped Addison out of her frozen shock. The look of love and profound sadness in Troy’s gorgeous green eyes ripped a sob out of her shaking chest, but she nodded at him, her tears nearly making her blind. She fumbled a couple of times before she was able to turn the key in the car’s ignition, but she managed to start the car, its engine thrumming to life beneath Troy’s pinned and trapped form. She desperately hoped that, if she pulled away fast enough, she could tear Troy right out of the killer’s clutches, and perhaps even save them both! 


The sound of the revving engine shook Jack out of his own lust-filled reverie, and he acted quickly while Addison struggled to throw the car into gear. He tore the hooks out of Troy’s mounded biceps, wrapped the thick chains around the young man’s enormously muscular bison neck, and then threw the other ends of the chains up and over one of the low-lying sycamore limbs above him. Then, just as Addison threw the car into reverse and hit the gas, Jack pulled on the dangling length of chains, viciously yanking Troy’s hulking body upward just as the thoroughly warped and dented car hood slid out from under him. As she spun the car around and sped off into the night, the last sight Addison had of her gorgeous and gallant lover was of him swinging by his neck, and struggling weakly with the chains strangling his beefy throat. She sobbed once more, but hit the gas even harder, rushing to get help, even though she knew in her heart that any help would come far too late for Troy. 


Troy’s big, strong hands clutched weakly at the thick iron chains around his neck, trying to find some purchase, but his hands were so slick with his own hyper abundant cum that he could not get any purchase. Worse, the bleeding wounds in his biceps sapped much of what little strength he had left. He watched the taillights of his car disappearing into the distance, and his heart soared with joy that Addison had escaped unharmed, even though it came at the cost of his own life. But that love quickly blossomed into defiance, and Troy renewed his struggles, this time reaching for the lengths of taut chain above him, grabbing hold with both hands and laboriously pulling his 585 pounds higher, his weary arms trembling, to relieve the choking pressure on his neck. 


Jack watched the scene play out before him in silence, mesmerized by the glorious interplay of his victim’s colossal muscles as they bulged and flexed and fought for life. Blood still poured from the wounds in the young man’s goliath biceps, while more blood — and other fluids — oozed from the stud’s heavily perforated bollocks, hanging loose and heavy and absolutely enormous in their battered and torn nutsac. And though Jack could barely believe his own eyes, the lad’s gargantuan 22-inch schlong was still waving and waggling in front of him in full steely hardness. It was obvious that that monster perma-boner wasn’t going to go soft this side of death… and maybe not even then! Even now, that massive meat was throbbing and pulsing with vibrant life, as the handsome young man struggled to take agonizing breaths through his half choked airway. The killer had to give Troy credit, for the giant jock had survived longer than most of his victims, and was still struggling for freedom. Jack was difficult to impress, but he was profoundly impressed by the colossally muscular bull stud dangling before him, and his continued fight for life. But all of that was soon to come to an to end. 


Seeing Troy’s humongous, breadfruit-sized bollocks hanging there so heavy and loose in their sac and oozing fluids from dozens of full-thickness holes gave the killer a macabre idea, something even he had never tried before, mostly because he’d never before encountered a muscle jock with balls so outrageously massive. Jack raised up both of his hands like he was about to grab those mammoth man nuts, but instead of cupping them, the killer splayed out his big, scarred fingers and started inserting them into some of the various holes. Big Troy croaked out a strangled cry as he felt Jack’s fingers digging around INSIDE of his mangled nuts, probing around their interiors until the grinning fiend was knuckle deep inside of them. The pain was unbearable as Jack dug his fingers into the mutilated testicles, and it was all a desperate Troy could do to maintain his grip on the chain stretched out above him. 


Jack luxuriated in the wet, languid heat of the dense and beefy ball meat that encased his thick fingers, and he wiggled all ten digits around, loving the sick squishing and squelching sounds emanating from the severely wounded bollocks. It looked like he was clutching two oversized, egg-shaped bowling balls, and their brawny and robust density meant that they were damn near as heavy as bowling balls as well. The killer delighted in wearing Troy’s balls like massive finger puppets for many long minutes, still finding it hard to believe that a man, no matter how big and tall and muscular, could have a set of testicles so astoundingly huge. 


Eventually tiring of the puppet show, Jack decided to tick things up a couple of notches, and started to try to clutch his fingers together, attempting to make a fist inside of Troy’s grievously maimed nuts. The young man’s testicles grossly distorted as Jack squeezed and crushed at the heart meat in the center of both bollocks, trying to shred and burst those mighty man orbs from the inside. Troy’s entire body flexed and shuddered from the unbelievable pain, his green eyes bulging wide and his massively muscular legs kicking out spasmodically, as Jack’s fingers clenched and ground at the very core of his herculean manhood. But no matter how hard he squeezed, Jack was unable to get the dense centers of the lad’s unnaturally tough and sturdy nuts to rupture. He squeezed and crushed until his fingers were very nearly meeting in the middle of those almighty orbs, but Troy’s goliath testicles simply refused to break. 


It felt like an eternity to Troy before the killer finally relented and relaxed his death grip, and then pulled his gore-covered fingers out of the young man’s nuts, leaving even larger holes where his thick fingers had been. Jack noticed that the stud’s colossal cock was not only still diamond hard, but it was once again dripping long strands of milky, pink-tinged precum. Was it possible that this extraordinary muscle bull was getting ready to cum AGAIN!?!?!


Jack started looking around for some suitable tools. Almost hidden by the tall grasses beneath the massive sycamore tree was a large pile of old construction debris, including chunks of broken concrete and bent lengths of rusty rebar. The debris gave Jack a dark idea, and a horrible rictus of a grin spread across the killer’s scarred visage. 


The killer rooted around in the debris and started pulling out short lengths of twisted and rusty rebar, most no more than about a foot in length. The most bent ones he effortlessly straightened out with his supernaturally strong arms, and then he carried the armload of metal bars over to his dangling victim. Jack placed the bars on the ground in a loose pile, picked up the first piece, and then considered the struggling rugby titan once more. The killer then grinned, and started inserting the ribbed piece of rusty steel into one of the many holes in Troy’s pincushioned ballsac. The monumentally muscular young bull bellowed in thunderous agony as he felt the rough and cold metal penetrate one of the gaping holes in his right nut, work its way through the hot and wet interior, and then slowly begin to exit out the other side. 


Jack gleefully picked up another piece of rebar and repeated his action, followed by another and another and another. He eventually had to go back to the pile of rubble to retrieve even more segments of twisted rebar, as there were so many holes in Troy’s mutilated nutsac that he needed more metal bars to fill them. By the time he was done and could stand back to admire his handiwork, Jack had created what looked like a macabre and profoundly disturbing mobile, with over a score of ribbed and rusty metal bars shoved clear THROUGH Troy’s mangled and dying balls. Nearly as painful as the cold steel perforating Troy’s balls was the great weight of the rebar itself, which had to amass several hundred pounds at this point, all pulling mercilessly at the thick and tough ball cords anchoring Troy’s great bollocks to his hairy and muscular crotch. 


The cruel killer let Troy hang like that for several minutes, enjoying the grotesque sight. He even batted the rebar around a bit, causing the horrible amalgamation of flesh and steel to wobble and twist on the ends of the young man’s straining ball cords. Jack eventually tired of this game as well, however, and started roughly and violently yanking the lengths of rebar back out of the young man’s bleeding balls. Troy let out more strangled cries as his ridiculously over abused balls suffered fresh trauma, the violent removal of the rebar segments tearing even more strings of beefy flesh out of the big holes in the struggling young man’s gigantic nuts. 


Inspired by the weight of those metal bars, Jack rooted around in the debris pile again and selected a large chunk of concrete from the rubble, a huge and knobbly block of some old building foundation with a loop of rebar sticking out from one jagged end. The chunk of stone was nearly the size of a car engine, and had to weigh north of 500 pounds, approaching Troy’s own stupendous weight, but Jack picked it up like it weighed nothing. He selected one of his hooks that was attached to a short length of slender chain, and secured the hook in the rusty loop, then carried the heavy block over to where Troy was dangling and struggling for his life. While cradling the concrete boulder in one arm, the killer deftly secured the other end of the chain around the neck of the young man’s mangled and bleeding ballsac, wrapping the thin chain several times around the long and narrow scrotal neck and cinching it tight. And then, with a feral grin, he let the chunk of concrete fall. 


Jack more than half expected the humongous block of concrete to rip the young man’s weakened and dying nuts right off of his body. But if this was a final test of the strength of Troy’s mauled and battered balls, then those mighty stones passed with flying colors. 


A short *Urk!* escaped Troy’s beefy throat as his obscenely overstuffed nutsac sharply arrested the weight’s fall, and the sudden agonizing jerk to his prized possessions forced the young muscle jock to again tumble to the end of his noose. Well over half a TON of muscle, steel, and stone jerked at his 26-inch bison neck so hard that most men would have been instantly decapitated, but Troy’s fantastically muscular bull neck held fast, though his breath was cut off once more. 


But even more incredibly, the thick and supremely tough ball cords anchoring his horrifically wounded balls to his muscular body held as well, yanking the concrete boulder to a sharp and abrupt stop. Sloppy fluids squirted out of every one of the holes gouged into both jackfruit-sized man orbs as they were violently yanked to the very ends of their fleshy tethers, nearly tripling their natural dangle and making both mammoth testicles bulge all purple and shiny at the very bottom of their heroically straining sac. No man’s nuts were meant to support even a tiny fraction of this much weight, and any other man would have been instantly castrated, but Troy’s mighty nuts held strong and fast, all but daring the killer to wreak even more harm upon them. 


Troy’s vibrant green eyes all but bugged out of his head at the agony and inhuman strain in both his neck and his nuts. Enormous veins popped out all over his thick and straining bison neck, as well as over the rotund surfaces of both massive balls, and his handsome face quickly turned a dangerous shade of dark reddish purple. But then the valiant rugby hunk once again grasped the chain above him with both hands and laboriously began to climb upward, hauling upwards of 1,200 pounds of dead weight with weary and shaking arms. He managed to climb up perhaps half a foot, enough to relieve the throttling tension on his neck, but his trembling arms wouldn’t lift him any higher. 


Jack meanwhile hadn’t wasted his time, and he rooted through the construction debris until he found what he wanted — a four foot long length of thick and rusty rebar, the longest and thickest in the entire pile, and just the sort of ‘bat’ that he wanted to use on his beefy and meaty piƱata. The steel bar had a large bend in it, but the killer simply grabbed both ends of the nearly two-inch-thick rod and straightened it out in moments, his supernatural strength once again on display. 


Troy’s damaged throat was no longer capable of speech at this point, but he gazed down in horror at the terrifying killer as he lined up his first swing, begging with tear-filled eyes for mercy even as he struggled to keep his enormously muscular body and the huge concrete weight aloft enough to breathe. Jack, of course, ignored Troy’s silent pleas, and swung the rusty iron bar in a powerful wide arc. 


The blow struck Troy about halfway up his cock shaft, striking the left side of his dick so hard that, for a brief moment, there was a 20 degree leftward bend in his diamond hard cock, before the dick immediately snapped back to its ramrod straight length and careened wildly to the right with the force of the blow. The next blow struck the other side, a little further up, causing the gigantic phallus to fling itself in the other direction, trailing a long sticky strand of lust honey. Nothing more than short grunts of pain escaped Troy’s handsome lips as the struggling lad’s penis was mercilessly struck again and again and again and again. Angry red welts began to appear all up and down the perfect shaft as the brutal cock bashing continued, but in truth, Jack was using only a fraction of his true strength. He was just playing around with his victim, softening him up for the finale, but he didn’t want to destroy the young man’s glorious stallion rod. At least, not yet. 


Indeed, the dozens and dozens and dozens of iron-on-beef blows did nothing to ‘soften’ Troy’s dick, for the mighty column of man flesh remained just as huge and rock hard as ever. In fact, the titanic organ began to ooze even more precum, blood-tinged this time from all of the horrific damage wrought on his hulking he-man nuts, but looking for all the world like the mighty lad might just reach orgasm one last time. Something in Troy’s agony-filled brain must have short circuited, for even the most painful and brutal of punishments were now being interpreted as erotic stimuli by the handsome young stud’s overwhelmingly rugged and powerful reproductive system. 


Sensing the young man’s impending orgasm, Jack switched up his tactics, and started striking just the underside of Troy’s cock, over and over again, aiming for those magical couple of inches of skin directly below the young man’s swollen and bulbous — and now heavily bruised — cock head. And the strategy paid off, for it was clear that Troy was nearing the point of no return, and was about to hurtle over the edge of an agonizing ejaculation. 


CRACK!!


Just as the first salvo of pinkish-white sperm erupted from Troy’s thundering mule cock, Jack struck the right side of the young man’s ballsac with the rebar bat, this time swinging with all of his preternatural might. The spectacularly tough and hardy outer wall of Troy’s right ball, heavily weakened after all of the previous beatings and stabbings, finally cracked under the onslaught. Troy threw back his handsome head and opened his mouth wide in a silent scream, using all of his remaining strength and willpower to hold tight to the chains above him. 


CRACK!! 


Another demolishing blow, this time to the left side of Troy’s bloated and bulging nutsac, cracked his hulking left nut, further weakening the great orb even as his beefy bollocks sent another humongous jet of seminal fluids rocketing out of the young man’s wildly jerking and throbbing cock. 


The killer then commenced his by far most violent and brutal ball abuse of the night. Back and forth, right and left, Jack kept right on hammering at Troy’s rapidly failing nuts, causing cracks to grow and spread across the thick-walled surfaces of both balls, even as those valiantly struggling orbs tried desperately to fertilize something, anything, before they were reduced to useless rubble. Though both testicles had already been mortally wounded by the multiple stabbings, Jack was delighting in grinding down their surprisingly strong remaining virility, aiming for the complete annihilation of the handsome lad’s fertility and manhood. And it didn’t look like it would much longer to achieve his goal. 


Continued ruinous blows began to cause more of Troy’s nut guts to spurt out of the many holes in their unbelievably massive bulk. More and more of those slender spaghetti-like filaments unspooled and dangled in wet loops and broken strands out of the gaping wounds as the beefy interiors of both nuts rapidly started to disintegrate. Both of Troy’s humongous nuts started to look like half-carved jack-o-lanterns, wet pulpy guts hanging from many of the wounds even while the majority of both colossal cajones somehow kept their ovoid shapes and continued to pump out huge slugs of fresh sperm. 


Troy’s cum salvos, though still huge and undeniably extremely impressive, were markedly smaller than the almighty ropes of nut sludge shot out in his previous three orgasms. Perhaps those first three loads had already tapped most of the cum reserve inside of both of those mammoth bollocks, contributing to the smaller size of this fourth and final load, but there was no doubt that the extreme damage both testicles had suffered had dramatically reduced their sperm-making capacity as well. In fact, it was a wonder that those dying nuts were producing any sperm at all, given how close they were to utter annihilation! 


The young man’s strength and staying power deeply impressed the killer, and even as he kept hammering away at Troy’s crumbling bison balls, Jack heaped silent praise upon the devastatingly handsome and outrageously muscular jock titan, knowing that he’d likely never see his equal again. 


In the end, it took more than a score of Jack’s obliterating full force blows before Troy’s mighty right nut, critically wounded and unable to endure any more punishment, finally gave in. 


CRUUUNCH!!!


The heavily compromised orb, its thick and supremely tough outer walls cracked and split in so many places, caved in completely as a mighty blow struck its bulky side, fracturing the colossal gonad nearly in half. The young man’s raging orgasm instantly turned from pinkish slugs of mostly white sperm to decidedly crimson purgings of blood and other body fluids mixing in with the lad’s still copious cum. Troy’s left bollock bravely carried on, courageously pumping out more of its ballast of top grade baby batter as Jack focused all of his attention on striking the young man’s final intact orb. 


Troy’s left whale nut proved to be even more immensely strong than the right, as it took nearly a dozen more brutal blows from the rusty rebar before that ball, too, failed and fractured in its sac. 


CRU-U-U-UNCH!!!


The cracking of his last nut seemed to completely paralyze Troy for several long moments. Every one of his magnificent muscles flexed and bulged in their greatest size and relief yet, turning Troy into a true god of pure muscle. Even his cock stopped in mid flex, vibratingly hyper erect, but paralyzed from throbbing. Jack lined up one last blow from behind the quivering and seizing rugby stud, and struck the backside of both heavily compromised balls with all of his might. 


SPLUNCH!!!


Those utterly massive, magnificent, jackfruit-sized gonads, which had endured so much abuse and pumped out truly INSANE amounts of jock jizz, instantly exploded inside their sac, fracturing into dozens of separate chunks. At that same moment, one last titanic jet of fluid shot out of Troy’s cock, one of his most voluminous spurts of the entire night, but containing a gross mixture of semen, blood, and shredded testicular matter. 


Troy’s reign as an alpha stud of unparalleled might and stratospheric virility, had come to a sudden and very violent end. 


The young man’s titanic body gave a mighty convulsion as his mighty bull nuts were pulverized beyond any possible hope for repair, a great gasp of unimaginable agony was torn from his mighty lungs, but he somehow kept his death grip on the chains suspending him from the thick sycamore limb. Tears streamed down Troy’s achingly handsome face as he mourned the end of his once-mighty manhood. 


Jack dropped his heavy crowbar to the uncaring ground and used both of his eager hands to knead and fondled the stud’s gore-dripping nutsac, feeling huge broken chunks of testicular matter grinding against one another as they floated inside of their much-abused scrotum. The killer reveled in the horrible damage and destruction he had wrought, and he used his powerful hands to crush big chunks of nut meat to smithereens, one after another, each small explosion bringing him closer to utterly annihilating the biggest set of stud nuts he’d ever seen. Jack’s clutching fingers forced some of the smaller broken bits to squirt out of the various holes in the stud’s huge sac and plop messily to the earth below, but the vast majority of the chunks were far too large to fit through any of the ragged holes. In fact, Jack realized that each of these broken chunks were huge, far larger than a normal man’s testicles, and he had the sudden image of a talented surgeon somehow salvaging a huge testicle fragment in each bollock, leaving the handsome rugby bull with a still sizable and impressive — and functioning — set of balls. 


And the killer simply could not allow that to happen.  


In a flash like lightning, a hooked blade slashed silver in the pale moonlight as Jack cut through the stud’s elongated nutsac and extraordinarily tough and taut ball cords in one mighty swing, severing Troy’s utterly mammoth balls from his magnificent body and finally completing his unmanning. The concrete boulder plummeted to the ground with a very loud THUD, pulling the young man’s severed nutsac with it. The obese scrotum, containing the remains of Troy’s utterly massive orbs, smacked wetly into the concrete boulder and balanced atop that chunky mass of stone for several long moments before its great weight caused it to roll ponderously off of the boulder and onto the earth below. Those fantastically huge balls, which had powered Troy’s pubescent growth spurt and transformed him into the most outrageously muscular hunk of a man that the killer had ever seen, splattered wetly on the ground like a pair of rotten fruit, spilling out even more of their meaty and broken nut guts in the process. 


For good measure, Jack brought his heavy-booted foot down hard on Troy’s broken right orb one, two, three times. Even in its wrecked and broken state, the young man’s hulking herculean huevo still put up a surprising amount of resistance, the shattered orb flattening more and more with each stomp, but refusing to break. On the fourth stomp, however, Jack finally popped the goliath orb in a huge and gory shower of thick nut meat and raw sperm, which spewed across the grass and gravel for half a dozen feet in every direction. 


The killer wasn’t quite yet done with the still gasping and struggling Troy, however. 


The rugby stud’s towering phallus was somehow still rock hard and thrumming, looking even larger and more magnificent than ever, and Jack realized that he needed to remove this symbol of the lad’s oversized masculinity as well. He grabbed one of his smaller chains and looped it around the wide and thick base of Troy’s meat spire several times. Jack then grabbed one of the dangling ends of chain in each of this big hands, and yanked brutally tight. Troy let out another choked cry as the powerful killer began to strangle his titanic cock right at the root. The already hyper-bloated organ swelled larger still as even more blood was forced into it, the huge and tortured veins bulging ominously as the monument to manhood turned a darker and darker shade of purple. The steel chain was crushing the narrowing base of Troy’s cock harder and harder, threatening to pinch it off at the root, which forced the already dangerously swollen cock bloat to truly terminal dimensions, looking like it could burst wide open at any moment. Jack could have sworn that the mighty meat cannon added at least another inch or two to its staggering length in those final moments, surpassing the realm of human possibility by reaching an impossible TWO FEET in length and achieving truly god-like dimensions. 


And that’s when Jack’s curved blade sliced downward, severing Troy’s tough and muscular cock off at the very root in one powerful slice. 


The mighty young stallion, having just been turned into a gelding, began to lose his grip on the chain overhead. Extreme exhaustion had set in, which was exacerbated by the unstaunched flow of blood pulsing out of the raw wound where his legendary cock and balls had once lived. But more than that, Troy had lost the will to live. He was no longer a jock, no longer a stud, no longer even a man, and as he felt each link of chain slowly pass through his clutching hands, he realized that he now welcomed the cold embrace of death. 


As the noose once more tightened around Troy’s bullish and thickly muscled neck, choking him once more, Jack leisurely examined the severed penis cradled in both of his overflowing hands. The slender chain was still cinched tight around the base of the colossal organ, preventing the trapped blood from escaping, and the cock’s iron hardness and great heat gave it a false semblance of life. Jack marveled at the titanic size and overwhelming masculine beauty of the magnificent organ for several long moments. Even as Jack watched, a single pearl of cum appeared from the wide slit in that gorgeous glans, representing the very last drop of Troy’s fertile semen. Jack lifted the bulky and heavy cock upwards, and with the tip of his tongue scooped up that last bead of virility, bringing it into his mouth and savoring a final taste of the lad’s staggeringly powerful masculinity.


Jack then walked up behind the choking and struggling muscle titan and gazed once more upon his magnificent muscle ass, which was still oozing the remnants of two of Jack’s own prodigious cum loads. The killer grinned as he lined up the severed horse cock with the young man’s gaping and quivering hole, knowing full well that the rugby hunk’s colossal cock was far too large to fit up even the muscular giant’s own backside… and he shoved it in almost to the hilt in one terrible thrust! 


A dying Troy thought that he was beyond feeling pain at this point, but he was wrong. The achingly handsome young college jock felt his ass rip open as his own monumental bull cock speared through his insides, and he wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised to see the swollen purple cock head erupt out of his magnificently rippling abdominal wall. The humongous glans did, however, grind up against the underside of the lad’s struggling diaphragm, further impinging his ability to breathe and hastening his impending end. 


Jack focused his entire attention back to his young victim, the handsome super stud’s mutilated body shuddering and quivering. The spectacularly fit young man was too fantastically tough and freakishly strong to die quickly, despite the thick steel chain choking off his windpipe and the heavy unchecked bleeding at his groin. The killer savored the stud’s extended death throes, watching his monumentally magnificent physique slowly drain of color, his richly tanned skin taking on a paler and more sickly hue by the moment. Troy’s mighty heart continued to valiantly thunder in his colossal chest, despite the lad wishing for the oblivion of death, forcing him to endure his pain and mutilation for far, far longer than any mortal man should suffer. 


It took several more excruciatingly long minutes, but eventually, Troy’s powerful stallion heart slowed and finally stilled, his heroic chest rose and fell no more, and his gargantuan arms and even more heavily muscled legs hung limply. The big, handsome, strapping, outrageously hung titan of a rugby player was now roadkill, the latest victim of the infamous Jack the Hammer. 


The blood- and cum-splattered killer lingered for a few moments more, admiring his offering to the creatures of the night, before retrieving his meathooks and walking back toward the highway. There were bound to be some dumb frat boys driving around somewhere, and willing to pick up a hitchhiker wearing an amazing Jack the Hammer costume… 

Saturday, July 13, 2024

Castration Warehouse - Part 12 - Finale

Happy Saturday to you all! 

Here is the final installment in the "Castration Warehouse" series. I hope that you all enjoyed the ride! I don't currently have any plans to continue this series with additional "guest stars" (aka. victims), but the possibility is always there. And who knows -- perhaps Jack Samson has some equally gifted brothers or cousins who might somehow find their way into Mitch's ungentle clutches...  ;) 


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Castration Warehouse - Part Twelve

Based on an original story by RackTheSack 


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PART TWELVE — whipping

Jack half feared and half hoped that the five cruel and brutal men were going to castrate him then and there, but he was wrong. In fact, the men spent the next hour or so lounging around, talking and laughing and eating a hardy breakfast that one of the men brought in from outside the enormous room. The young football star was left to hang from his restraints in continuing agony, exhausted and utterly hopeless, as the other naked men paraded around him and largely ignored him. 

Perversely, Jack’s colossal cock remained steel hard and ramrod straight, bloated to dimensions even Jack had never seen before, looking for all the world like it was ready to fuck. Jack had never before felt as ashamed and defeated as he did in that moment, and he silently cursed his humongous cock for betraying him so many times throughout the night and morning. 

Jack’s pulsing bull cock finally caught the attention of one of the men. The curious man retrieved the sperm-drenched measuring tape that had been discarded hours ago in one of the many huge puddles of the young man’s slowly cooling splooge, and then advanced on the bound college jock. While the other men smiled and watched, the goon unfurled the damp fabric down the length of Jack’s titanically tumescent dick. The man’s arrogant smirk turned to a look of stunned surprise as he read aloud the length of Jack’s hyper bloated cock — 16.5 inches! The lad’s monstrous dick had been so terminally aroused by the night’s proceedings that it had gained a full TWO INCHES in length!! 

With slightly trembling hands, the big man started taking other dimension of the young man’s herculean cock, reading the numbers aloud to an appreciative and impressed audience. The purple-hued bulb of the lad’s enormous cock head alone was 3.5 inches long and damn near 10 inches around! The thickest part of the towering shaft, just a couple of inches behind the head, was a monstrous 4 inches wide and 12.5 inches around! Talk about a hole buster!! At this size, there was no orifice in the human body that the kid could possibly fuck! The thug let out a low whistle as he discovered something else — tiny, almost invisible stretch marks were now running up and down the entire length of the stud’s cock! That almost certainly meant that the added length and girth to Jack’s already-gigantic erection was permanent!! Even if the five big men untied the handsome college jock now and let him go — something that, of course, would never happen — the hyper endowed kid would never be able to fuck again!! The cruel men laughed and guffawed and high-fived one another, congratulating themselves on having already wrecked the ridiculously beautiful stud’s love life forever, before they even got around to nutting the big lug. 

Eager hands then started measuring the equally stratospheric dimensions of the lad’s newly-bloated bollocks. The impossibly huge sex organs hung extremely heavy in their abused and abraded sac, their natural and already impressive 3-inch dangle having now doubled to a truly extraordinary 6 inches. That mind-boggling scrotal stretch looked to possibly be permanent as well… not that it would matter soon. The neck of his stretched-out scrotum looked very narrow compared to the swollen immensity of the two titanic testicles below, but was actually quite large itself, measuring 5.5 inches around and nearly 2 inches in diameter. That incredibly long scrotal neck contained the all-important cords, cables, tendons, and blood vessels that kept those massive nuts attached to his body, as well as the unusually thick cum tubes that helped drain the sperm from those almighty spunk bunkers whenever he ejaculated. 

Before moving on to the dimensions of the balls themselves, the big thug — a born showman — first took very thorough measurements of the rest of the young man’s spectacularly muscular body, from his almost comically thick bison neck (23.5 inches around) to his feet (size 14 hooves that were just as insanely muscular and veiny as the rest of his magnificent body), and everything  in between. As awesome and awe inspiring as all of those numbers were, the other four men grew more and more impatient, until the thug with the measuring tape finally knelt down and turned his attention to the lad’s monstrous bollocks. 

The beautiful grapefruit-sized orbs from earlier in the evening had been replaced by a pair of hideously bloated monstrosities, the delicate and tender testicles having swollen until they’d more than doubled in mass and were now even larger than the largest of ostrich eggs. The big thug first measured the vertical length of each identical orb, which had originally been 5 inches, letting out a low whistle when he read the new result of 7.5 inches! Their width was nearly as impressive, increasing from an already massive 4.5 inches to a full 6 inches! The circumference around the body of each puffy and distended orb was even more eye popping, swelling from an already obese 14 inches to a truly mind boggling 19 inches, bigger around than most men’s upper arms!! And combined, that double-barreled mass of brutally battered male flesh stretched the measuring tape to a staggering 30 full inches!! That was nearly as big around as Jack’s own tight, muscular, and exquisitely chiseled waist!! 

Another thug retrieved a scale on a wheeled table against the far wall, the kind used in grocery stores to weigh meat in the butcher department, and placed the table in front of the immobile and softly whimpering football jock. He then gently, almost reverently, lifted up both of Jack’s whopping huge bollocks and placed them on the scale, eagerly watching the digital readout. Quiet gasps could be heard coming from all five men when they read the combined weight of the young man’s monumentally swollen balls, which was an astonishing 19.2 pounds! That was just over 8.5 pounds per nut!! The density of ball meat within each orb must have been almost super human, for the lad’s behemoth bollocks weighed even more than they appeared, if that was even possible! 

After hearing those final dimensions read, all five men stepped forward and began fondling every inch of Jack’s magnificent bound form, reveling in the almost impossible size and beauty of the college jock’s incredible body, still utterly magnificent even in its current severely bruised and battered state. They all knew that they would never see a stud of Jack’s unbelievably lofty caliber ever again — not unless Jack had any equally gifted brothers, or if they perhaps sought out the young man’s studly sire — so they took their time in engraining every last delicious detail of this paragon of masculine perfection into their memories before moving on to his ultimate unmanning. 

Two of the men began operating a winch, and a weary and quietly sobbing Jack suddenly found himself rising higher in the air. He had been just below eye level with his unusually tall and ridiculously muscular assailants, but now he was hoisted upward until his deep and sexy navel was at about even with the men’s faces. The two men backed away to join their fellows while Mitch stepped forward, brandishing a long bullwhip made of supple black leather. The big blond man uncoiled the whip and cracked it a few times in the air as if to test it out, making Jack flinch each time. And then the cruelly smirking man turned to the bound football stud and said, “It’s almost over now, Jack.” 

The big man then began to expertly slash and swish the long leather whip through the air, drawing out Jack’s terror like a fine wine. He was toying with the lad, while simultaneously reveling in the handsome young jock’s last minutes as an intact male. The other four men took up positions with the best view of the events to come, sitting in their folding chairs and playing with themselves, tremendously aroused as they prepared to watch a master artisan at work. They all loved their work, especially when they were allowed to go all the way and destroy a man’s balls, and surely no man on earth had a set of testicles that could even remotely rival the colossal set hanging from their achingly handsome young captive. 

Without warning, the bullwhip suddenly lashed out and struck the side of Jack’s goliath left nut, creating a gash several inches long in the young man’s bruised and abraded ball sac. Jack cried out in equal parts pain and horror as he felt the sharp and stinging bite of the whip, but could only watch helplessly as the grinning muscle titan began swinging the whip once more, looking for his next target. Mitch circled his prey for a bit before lashing out again, this time striking the right side of the heavy and overloaded sac and opening up a second long gash. 

So it began. Mitch continued attacking Jack’s scrotum from various and unexpected directions, opening up a new gash in the enormous sac every 15 to 20 seconds, flaying open the nutbag more and more with each strike. Blood was soon dripping freely into the lake of milky white sperm below as the big man steadily slashed the huge sac apart, opening up more and more holes in the soft, thin, tender skin. The glistening orbs underneath were wholly untouched, however, for Mitch was an unparalleled maestro with the whip, wielding it with the exquisite precision of a surgeon. 

After about 20 minutes, Mitch had opened up a good 50 or 60 gashes in Jack’s bleeding nutsac, reducing the enormous pouch to a lattice of skin strips barely containing the colossal testicles within. The shiny walls of the great balls themselves were now showing through dozens of large holes, a mottled reddish-purple hue showing through the shiny whiteness of the thick outer walls, visible evidence of the heavy bruising that had been inflicted right down to the very heart of each titanic orb. 

Sweat glistened on Mitch’s heroically muscular form as he gazed on his handiwork with arousal and pride. The big man knew that if he stopped now — as in right the fuck now — the ridiculously handsome muscle jock’s shredded scrotum could still be stitched back together. It wouldn’t be pretty, as it would be a patchwork of lacerated skin that would forever bear the ugly scars of his epic whipping. But even at this late stage, the gorgeous lad could still leave the vast room as in intact male, surviving to live and rut and cum another day. Mitch’s cruel grin grew even wider as he quashed any hope of a reprieve, and he began to slash the deadly bullwhip through the air once more. 

The subsequent whip strikes began to tear away entire strips of shredded scrotal skin, excising the nutsac bit by bit and gradually exposing more and more of the naked testicles beneath. As the structural integrity of the massive nut pouch began to falter and fail, Jack’s huge and heavy balls began to sag even lower still, their ballsac no longer able to support and contain the vast oval orbs of the young man’s gargantuan manhood. Torn strips of scrotal flesh hit the sperm-drenched floor with wet, gruesome sounds. After about 30 more strikes, Jack’s goliath right nut tumbled out of his shredded sac, the whitish orb glistening wetly as it drooped down yet another inch or two on the ends of its cords, exposed to the open air for the first time in its existence. It took another 20 or 30 whip strikes before that nut’s twin also spilled forth to the end of its cords, and then another 20 or 30 more blows before all that remained of the young man’s once-gorgeous pouch was a few tattered shreds dangling from the base of his crotch. 

Mitch paused at that point, temporarily laying down his whip so that he could examine the young man’s wet and naked nuts. The testicles themselves looked even more monstrous and obscene than ever with their protective scrotum removed, looking simultaneously hideous and deeply erotic as they dangled from their separate bundles of cords. The big blond drank in the sight as he came closer and stood before the softly panting young man, his handsome head hanging down in bone-deep exhaustion and extreme burning agony. 

Mitch had seen literally hundreds of sets of naked testicles in his life, but he’d never seen a set as beautiful and magnificent as these. The gigantic bulky orbs themselves weren’t smooth like other men’s nuts, but were instead covered in a complex tracery of thick, tortured blood vessels, their bluish-purple color adding to the rosy hue of bruising shining through the thick white walls of the balls themselves. The raised tubules of dozens and dozens of veins on each behemoth ball gave the otherwise smooth and gently curved surface of each nut a complex webwork of ridges, turning each ball into an epic relief map of extreme maleness. The tops and backs of each nut were covered by an unusually large and dense epididymus, the complex network of tissues that collected the sperm cells manufactured within the testicles themselves and prepared them for transport up the vas deferens. 

Unable to resist, Mitch reached forward and cupped one gigantic testis in each of this huge hands, the shiny orbs feeling slick and incredibly heavy. Jack winced and grunted as the big blond’s hands came into contact with his naked nuts, deeply disturbed by the sensation of direct contact with his excised bull balls. Mitch ran his thumbs over the wet, vein-ridged surface of each orb, marveling once more at their spectacular size, and awed by the raw power and virility he could feel surging through each rotund nut even now. His fingers then began to probe and explore the squishy epididymus tissues along the back of each orb, the painful sensation causing the young lad to groan in protest once more. The big man fondled those two oversized ostrich eggs for many long minutes, overwhelmed with lust as he groped and caressed the largest set of nuts in human history. 

Mitch finally released the massive orbs and instead began to explore the complex bundle of tendons, cables, cords, and blood vessels that extended from the tops of the two huge testicles to their anchor points beneath Jack’s towering pillar of a cock. He was fascinated by the dense bundles, and was astounded by the unusual thickness of the tendons and other connective tissues, as well as the massive size of the two vas deferens. The gently pinched these bundles between his big thumb and forefinger, becoming extremely intimate with the inner workings of the lad’s sexual plumbing. 

By the time Mitch was finished fondling and exploring Jack’s exposed and naked manhood, it was late morning. It had been two hours since he’d planted his third load up the hunky stud’s exquisitely chiseled ass, and extraordinarily more than 16 hours since Jack’s tortures had begun. The young man had lasted more than three times longer than any previous man, and endured abuses and torments MANY orders of magnitude greater than the most brutal tortures the five men had ever meted out before. The breathtakingly handsome muscle hunk had taken nearly a score of bull loads up his battered chute, and had himself reached orgasm twice as many times, evincing a level of virility and staying power unequalled among men. He had been the most magnificent subject of torture and abuse that the five big men had ever seen, but now it was time to bring his legendary manhood to a brutal end. 

The big blond giant once again retrieved his bullwhip, and began circling the young muscle stud once more. Jack was quietly whimpering and mewling, far beyond pleas for mercy at this point, and could only watch with terror-stricken eyes as Mitch prepared to unman him. 

Mitch took his time, and selected his targets with the utmost care. His detailed exploration of Jack’s nuts hadn’t been for nothing, as the big man wanted to target only the tendons and cables and other connective tissues attaching the young man’s bollocks to his body, but leaving the blood vessels, nerve fibers, and vas deferens intact. With uncanny precision, Mitch began to strike these cords and cables, slashing at them over and over again. Jack’s tendons proved to be unusually tough, however, and put up a surprising amount of resistance. But it wasn’t long before the tough tendons began to snap one by one, gradually untethering Jack’s mammoth nuts from his body, and allowing them to drop lower and lower on their remaining cables. 

The four seated men were furiously fisting their rock hard cocks as they watched their big blond leader ever so slowly emasculate the handsome and hunky captive. They were all rapidly approaching orgasm, eager and hungry to see Mitch bring a painful and violent end to the young lad’s ridiculously oversized manhood. 

Cables and tendons snapped one after the other, forcing the far more elastic blood vessels and vas deferens to take up the slack, straining to carry a weight far in excess of what they were designed for. Jack’s nuts were now hanging well over a full FOOT from his crotch, and drooping even lower with each passing whip strike. It was the most intensely erotic sight the men had ever seen. 

Suddenly and without warning, Jack hit an unexpected and brutally violent orgasm, his 40th of the night. Perhaps his testicles sensed that their untimely end was imminent, and were desperate for one last chance to impregnate something, anything, before they were destroyed. Regardless of the reason, this final ejaculation was Jack’s most powerful and intense of the entire night, and his entire magnificently muscular form bucked and quaked with the unearthly force of his orgasm. 

And perhaps even more amazingly, the young man’s mighty sperm factories had taken the past two hours to recharge faster than they ever had before, and were now throwing everything they had into the single greatest and most voluminous ejaculation of the young man’s life! 

The first almighty rope of the young man’s spunk shot out with such force that it nearly reached halfway to the ceiling high overhead, launching out in a wide, graceful arc to strike the gray cement floor a good 50 or 60 feet away! That first gigantic slug of creamy white splooge was so dense with sperm that it had a consistency thicker than yogurt, and was so voluminous that it easily eclipsed anything else that they sexy football stud had shot that entire night! A second, equally massive blast of cum shot forth, followed by another, and another, and another and another, in a seemingly endless barrage of hyper virile magnificence, a testicular purging of near mythic proportions. 

The four seated men instantly began to groan and shudder in their own violent orgasms, sent hurtling over the edge by the sight of the handsome football star’s final and utterly epic release. Mitch held on to his own load by the barest of fractions, however, and continued slashing away at Jack’s balls, rapidly eliminating the final cords and tendons supporting the enormous, heavy, sagging orbs, even as they throbbed and convulsed and tried to pump out every last sperm within their vast interiors. 

Finally, the only tissues supporting Jack’s beyond bovine balls were the blood vessels, nerve fibers, and thick tube of vas deferens that Mitch had carefully avoided whipping. The young man’s bollocks were bouncing and jiggling on the ends of these slender and stretched out tethers even as they continued their astounding purge of sperm from their meaty interiors, and were now hanging impossibly low, five or perhaps even six times lower than their original 3-inch dangle. But incredibly, despite all of the horrific abuse they had suffered over the previous 17 hours, they were very much still alive! Perhaps they could still have been salvaged as well, though who could say if a man’s testicles could survive long outside the protective embrace of their scrotum and without all of the cords and cables that usually anchored them in place. 

Mitch lashed out with the bullwhip, striking one, two, three, four more times, and Jack’s bloated and swollen right testicle was severed forever from its owner, dropping very heavily to the cum-flooded floor with a loud and meaty splat. Jack cried out with a truly thunderous bellow of epic agony and loss as he felt half of his mighty manhood ripped from his body. Yet his monumental orgasm continued, though instantly reduced notably in size and volume, as his final nut tried to desperately blow it’s thick and chunky ballast. 

Jack was bucking and thrashing so hard against his restraints that it looked like he might tear himself apart. But Mitch paused only briefly before turning his attention to the young man’s last dangling nut. Unfortunately for Jack, it took another ten lashes to finish off his left nut, dropping his final bowling ball of a gonad into the veritable ocean of procreative fluids covering a vast swath of the concrete floor. As the gigantic bollock fell free, Mitch trembled in pleasure as he shot his own massive hands-free load, signaling his victory over the fallen football hero. 

None of the men were sure when Jack passed out. The sudden and violent loss of his manhood was more than even his mighty body could take, and the handsome young muscle stud had finally, mercifully fallen unconscious. He remained unconscious as four of the men lowered Jack down and cleaned up his battered and broken body, with one of the men trimming away the dangling cords and shreds of scrotal skin — the last remnants of his obliterated manhood — and roughly stitched the raw wound at his crotch closed. Mitch meanwhile picked up the young former stud’s two severed testicles off the floor, amazed that they seemed to weigh even more now that they had been separated from the handsome lad’s spectacular body. He had an enormous glass cylinder filled with preservative fluids waiting in the next room, and he intended to place the glistening white testicles within as a trophy and keepsake, so that he could forever remember and relish this moment. Once the other men had patched Jack up as well as they could, they then pumped him full of antibiotics and additional sedatives, wanting to ensure that he remained unconscious. Finally, they released him from his bonds, placing him on a large wheeled gurney and preparing to secret him back to his college apartment. 

Meanwhile, Jessica Akers smiled contentedly as she watched the proceedings on closed circuit TV from her office. More than a dozen hidden cameras had been trained on young Jack Samson throughout his torment, torture, and unmanning, with each camera recording more than 18 hours of absolutely incredible footage. Jessica herself was still reeling in amazement, and would not have believed the amazing events of the night and morning if she had not seen it herself. The recordings would be added to her vast personal video library — which she used for her own amusement, as well as insurance against any of her clients if they should try to cross her in the future — but she already knew that she would be accessing these recordings again and again and again. She also decided that she would be giving each of her men a $10,000 bonus on top of their usual fee, twice that for Mitch, in recognition of the absolutely stellar work they had accomplished that night. 

As she watched her men wheel Jack’s beautiful but inert form out of the warehouse, she picked up the burner phone on the side of her desk, and dialed a phone number. The cultured voice of a young woman answered on the other end, the sounds of a busy restaurant audible in the background. 

“It is done,” Jessica said before hanging up the phone, and then removing and destroying the phone’s SIM card. She then leaned back in her expensive leather chair and contemplated the ways she could spend the small fortune of money she had just earned… 


Epilogue

Ten years later…


Veronica sat in the shade of an umbrella, gazing across the lush grounds of the estate to watch her eldest children play tennis with Richard. Her husband was more handsome than ever, his masculine beauty having deepened over the years, and her heart swelled with love for him. But she felt that her chest might burst for the love she felt for her children as she watched them laugh and play with their beloved father. They were all spectacularly beautiful and gifted children, ranging in age from infant to age 9, and they all looked like a perfect blend of her and her husband. 

The gorgeous young woman felt a slight pang in her side, and her soft blue eyes gazed down lovingly at her swollen belly, where the next in her large brood of children were steadily maturing. She and Richard had caused quite a stir among the rich and elite when they had decided to have a large family, something very uncommon in today’s world, particularly among the upper crust. The beautiful couple claimed that they simply wanted to avoid having their family lines end, as had almost happened to the two of them, but the reality was that Veronica and Richard both loved being parents, and her husband supported her in having as many children as she wanted. And in the end, though many of the elite quietly gossiped behind their backs, almost everyone was jealous of the wealthy couple, not only for the obvious loving closeness of their relationship, but also for the staggering beauty of their many children. 

Veronica’s first pregnancy had resulted in the birth of fraternal twins, both boys, and she had instantly fallen in love with them both. So much so, in fact, that a few months after their birth, she had decided to become pregnant once more, accessing her hidden canister of frozen sperm to inseminate herself again. And again, and again, and again each subsequent year thereafter. She and Richard now had 12 children — 7 boys and 5 girls — with another two on the way. She had given birth to three sets of fraternal twins already, so her current pregnancy would be the fourth. There was no history of twins in either her or Richard’s family, so she suspected that there must be a genetic predisposition for twins in the canister of frozen sperm that she had kept secret and hidden all these years. 

The beautiful blond woman was still quite young, only in her early 30s, so she knew that she had a decade or more of potential childbearing years ahead of her. And considering the enormous volume of sperm she had harvested on that fateful night with the handsome and charming and impossibly virile Jack Samson, she had MORE than enough of his seminal fluids to sire another dozen children, if she wished! 

Speaking of that remarkable young man, Veronica tried not to think of Jack, but every know and again, her mind would wander back to that epic night of lovemaking. She felt a great deal of gratitude to the young man for having blessed her with so many beautiful children, and so she had secretly followed his life since their brief encounter. 

After Jack Samson had been discovered in his apartment, severely beaten and missing his huge testicles, the media storm that followed had been intense. But the authorities were never able to find any clues as to the identity of Jack’s attackers, let alone anything that would have tied his abduction and castration to her, and so over the months that followed, the media finally moved on. Jack himself had immediately quit football, of course, and also dropped out of college and went into hiding, trying to hide away from the press and the public, and trying to put some semblance of a life back together. 

Veronica had quietly tracked him down, however, and learned that he’d moved to a small rural town in Washington State, where he lived like a hermit. He had continued to take hormone replacement therapy to make up for his lost testicles, so he was just as fantastically handsome — and nearly as muscular — as the night the two had met. But he had never dated anyone else or ever had a romantic relationship again, instead becoming very quiet and introspective, and living on his own. 

Jack had become a very talented carpenter and wood worker, however, and crafted exquisitely beautiful furniture. Perhaps merely out of a desire to secretly have something of their real father in their lives, or perhaps out of a lingering and deeply suppressed sense of guilt, Veronica had amassed quite a collection of Jack Samson’s creations. At least one piece of furniture in each of the children’s bedrooms had been crafted by Jack’s own big, strong, powerful, and talented hands. She always purchased them through a series of intermediaries, was careful that nothing could ever be traced back to her, and always paid well over and above the asking price for each piece. And she was privately very pleased to maintain this secret connection with the fantastically handsome young man, and sometimes found herself absentmindedly stroking the grain of a particularly exquisite piece of furniture, knowing that her delicate hand was gliding over the wood that he had so lovingly and expertly carved. 

Speaking of furniture, with two little ones on the way, it was once again time to select some pieces for the nursery. She had her eye on a magnificently carved four-poster bed for one room, and an elegant low dresser for the other…