Castration Warehouse - Part 11

Castration Warehouse - Part Eleven

Based on an original story by RackTheSack 

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“Boys, line up!” Mitch exclaimed with lusty heartiness. “Let’s give our young stud here a final send off, and load his big muscle ass up with our juice.” As the other four men formed a line off to one side, the big blond turned to Jack, winked, and said, “We’re gonna give your balls a little rest… before I destroy them.” 

The first eager man moved around behind the bound stud, grabbed his muscular hips, and forced his cock into Jack’s still tight but sloppy hole. The cum of the previous loads served as an excellent lubricant, and the powerful man was able to quickly force his way past the young man’s muscular defenses and bury himself to the hilt. The grinding and grunting man then began to plow Jack’s well used ass, pumping himself in and out in slow strokes, really savoring the moment. His big hands played over Jack’s magnificently muscular body, gripping great handfuls of bruised and beefy flesh and tweaking the lad’s tortured nipples as he plundered the depths of the young man’s gorgeous muscle butt. 

It was perhaps fortunate for Jack that the four men had each already raped him at least once or twice before, for they weren’t quite as hard or aggressive the second or third time around. The downside, however, was that it took them much longer to cum. 

As each man fucked Jack, the relentless pounding of his battered and overactive prostate had the desired effect, sending the hyper virile stud over the edge into orgasm again and again and again. With each rape of his magnificent ass, the helpless young man moaned and grunted and shot out spectacularly huge ribbons of fresh stud cum to join the enormous lake of baby batter that had already formed on the floor. His colossal gonads had had time to recharge during the several hours of brutal punching he’d endured, and they were once again pumping out the stud’s supremely potent spunk in staggering displays of prime jock virility. 

But once all four men had had their turn, they began to line up again, and Jack knew even greater despair as they began fucking his ass all over again. Great rivers of cum were flowing down the insides of Jack’s enormously muscular legs as the men’s huge cocks forced the excess slurry of jizz to leak out of his used and abused ass. Jack himself kept right on cumming, too, even though each orgasm was tremendously painful. His brutalized sex organs were so deeply injured and bruised that just the act of swinging lazily between his massively muscular legs was painful enough, and when they would flex and convulse with each new ejaculation, squeezing down on their own traumatized tissues, the resulting agony was knee buckling, and kept increasing with every orgasm. And as the pain in his swollen orbs increased, the volume of his loads began to taper rather quickly after the first half dozen or so. After all, his behemoth bull balls had already been emptied completely dry twice that night, and had only had a couple of hours to recharge since their last extreme draining. Still, those mighty stud nuts produced an utterly astounding amount of prime jock jizz before the size of the cum loads began to drop off. By the end of the marathon fucking session, though, when all four men had cumulatively plowed Jack’s magnificent ass four times each, the young man’s now somewhat watery loads were paltry affairs compared to his earlier geyser-like ejaculations. Still extremely impressive compared to the cum loads of an average man, but much diminished from the staggering size of their earlier brothers. 

Jack was barely even moving in his bindings by the time each man had raped him a fourth time. He had long since lost the energy to struggle, and even his tears seemed to have all been expended. His entire body ached with a deep soreness unlike anything he had ever felt before, and the ring of his swollen and blistered asshole felt like it was on fire. His gigantic mule cock was a rock solid column of fiery pain, the much-abused organ having remained in its bloated and distended state for many hours straight by this point, and absolutely covered in shallow lacerations and welts. But nothing compared to the constant, throbbing agony that was his hideously bruised and bloated testicles, which each pulsed with the blazing heat of a thousand suns. His monumentally swollen bollocks hung extremely low, the dark purple, lacerated ballbag straining heroically to contain the goliath gonads within, both testicles having inflated to their absolutely maximum possible size from all of the abuse and trauma they had already endured, exceeding the epic size of the nuts on a bull elephant. 

The young man knew each thug was finished when he would remove a folding chair from the peg wall and plant himself in front of Jack, hungrily watching the other men have their way with the impossibly handsome hunk. In time, all four men were seated in front of Jack, eagerly awaiting the finale. 

Now it was finally Mitch’s turn. 

The enormous blond muscle giant hadn’t cum yet this entire night, though his monstrous cock had been leaking milky precum for hours. As he came to stand in front of the bound jock, Jack began to tremble in new fear, for other than the lad’s own gargantuan horse penis, none of the other men could hold a candle to the mighty 13-inch mega schlong that protruded so hard and proud from the blond man’s crotch. The majestic phallus was dripping long strands of ropey precum, for Mitch was powerfully turned on and eager to claim the young man’s hole. Still, he let Jack stare at his huge, throbbing cock for a few moments more, knowing that the young man’s growing terror would make his conquest even more sweet. 

Mitch then moved behind the quivering, shaking lad, lined himself up, and plunged his colossal cock up Jack’s well-churned ass all the way to the root in one mighty, brutal thrust. 

Jack felt like he was being torn in half by the sheer overwhelming size of Mitch’s monster cock, and his bellow of agony threatened to finally shatter the high windows on the warehouse wall. The blond bull pulled his cock almost all of the way out of Jack’s burning ass until only the huge, swollen head was still inside him, and then he plunged all of the way back in again like some sort of fleshy battering ram. Jack looked down at his belly in wide-eyed shock as he saw his tight and chiseled abs actually bulge slightly outward, the head of Mitch’s enormous cock slamming against the interior wall of his abdomen. It felt like he might die as the blond assailant proceeded to violently rearrange his insides, and all he could do was groan and scream and thrash in protest. 

The young man’s traitorous cock, however, looked to be galvanized even further by the anal assault, straining skyward and so freakishly hard that the skin stretched tightly around it looked like shiny glass. His poor prostate was taking its greatest beating yet, and Jack soon found himself hurtling toward another agonizing orgasm. 

Jack’s orgasm finally hit like a sledgehammer blow to the balls, the ill-used organs convulsing dramatically as they tried to pump out another huge stud load. By now, however, his poor gonads were so depleted that only a dozen or so weak spurts of watery cum shot out of his powerfully throbbing cock. His muscular guts clenched down as hard and tight as ever, clutching at the 13-inch mega cock buried inside him with incredible strength. 

Every previous time Jack’s convulsing muscles had gripped an invading cock like that, the muscular thug raping him had been quickly sent over the edge into a rapturous orgasm of his own, his body overcome by the sensation of the young man’s impossibly muscular body clutching so tightly at his cock. But Mitch just let out a low growl and started fucking even faster, the vise-like grip of Jack’s flexing muscles barely even slowing him down. Showing extraordinary cock control, Mitch rode out Jack’s entire orgasm without cumming himself, and then kept right on fucking. 

The young man was delirious with burning agony as the titanically muscular brute kept on pummeling his guts with his ridiculously huge cock. He thought he might actually pass out from pain and exhaustion, but the young stud’s jock body was just too strong, too tough, and he continued to suffer every moment of his beyond brutal rape. 

It didn’t take long, however, before the perpetually randy football hunk was nearing orgasm once again, his battered prostate unable to resist the steady pounding of Mitch’s fat cock. Jack sobbed with despair as he felt the too-familiar stirrings of an impending ejaculation building in his tortured loins, and he let out a wild scream as he hit orgasm yet again. Even smaller spurts of diluted cum squirted out of his cock, a dismal showing for this his 25th orgasm of the night. But once again, big Mitch exercised awesome cock control, riding through the younger man’s heaving orgasm without blowing his own cookies, and continuing to hammer away at the lad’s heaving guts. 

Mitch then kicked things up another notch, if that was even possible, and began fucking Jack’s ass like he was some sort of pistoning, destructive machine, slamming his hips against the young man’s enormously muscular glutes so hard that it had to hurt. Each driving thrust of his hips sent his own big, hard, lemon-sized bollocks colliding into Jack’s far, far larger but unspeakably bruised and profoundly wounded testicles. To Jack, it felt like the men were driving their fists into his heavy hanging sac again, so hard were Mitch’s rock solid nuts striking his much softer and puffier ones. But if the big blond man was feeling any pain from these self-inflicted testicular collisions, he showed no sign. 

Jack’s battered body had no choice but to endure this brutal assault as well, the steady slap-slap-slap of two muscular bodies colliding with great force almost completely drowned out the weak and pitiful moans escaping the young man’s lips. 

The young man was soon heading toward yet another orgasm, his third in a row under Mitch’s raping of his ass and his 26th of the night. Mitch could feel the telltale signs of a growing orgasm building inside of the young man’s weakly writhing body, and his thrusts became even faster and more violent, threatening to tear Jack’s asshole right out of him. The big blond giant allowed his own much-delayed orgasm to start to build as well, planning on letting loose at the same time as the bound football jock. 

Jack threw back his head and moaned weakly as his latest orgasm crashed into his battered loins like a wrecking ball. His titanic cock began to bob with mighty ejaculatory pulses, but only a few drops of barely milky fluid dripped out of his dilated piss slit. In contrast, Mitch let out a mighty roar a few seconds later, and began to power wash Jack’s violated insides with a truly goliath orgasm, nearing one of Jack’s own monumental loads in both power and volume. 

Mitch kept right on pumping his hips and filling Jack’s guts with his pearlescent goo long after the young man’s own comically weak ejaculation had come and gone. Jack’s rock hard, flat belly actually began to distend with the volume of hot spunk that was jetting into his bowels, and his blue eyes went wide at the sight. The warm, wet heat suffusing his guts actually felt almost pleasant at first, but as the volume grew and began to back up inside his intestines, the distention began to cause Jack’s belly to cramp. 

It took more than a full minute for Mitch to shoot his massive load up Jack’s well-churned ass, but even once his orgasm was complete, the blond giant barely even paused in his rutting, and kept right on fucking the college jock’s meaty ass. With each thrust of Mitch’s hips, great gouts of sperm shot out of Jack’s overloaded bowels, plastering their immensely muscular legs in the mixed ejaculations of five big, muscular men. Jack could only pathetically moan in agony and despair as the brutal rape of his ass continued. 

Mitch had incredible staying power, and he kept on grinding and thrusting his cock in and out of the handsome young man’s mighty ass for more a seeming eternity. Jack’s overactive libido just couldn’t take it, and he was forced to orgasm again and again and again, his titanic testicles flexing and squeezing in agony, but no more than a paltry few drops of downright watery jizz dripped out of his cock each time. Each orgasm was more painful than the last, especially now that his horrifically battered balls had been completely plundered and emptied for the THIRD time that night. It was only after Jack had helplessly and fruitlessly orgasmed four more times before Mitch let himself cum again over half an hour later, blasting a second enormous stud load up Jack’s leaking bum. 

But Mitch was a fucking MACHINE, and he still wouldn’t let up even after his second huge orgasm was complete! He wrapped his gigantic arms around Jack’s muscular torso, clutched him tight, and just kept right on riding the moaning and softly sobbing stud, pressing his body tight against the big football star and utterly dominating the helpless hunk. The big blond bull couldn’t believe how incredibly tight Jack’s ass was, especially after being fucked more than a dozen times by some really huge cocks, and he loved the way the lad’s guts gripped and squeezed at his massive invading schlong. It was the best fuck he’d ever had in his life, better than any mouth, pussy, or ass he’d fucked before, and part of him wished he could plow this ridiculously handsome and hung stud jock forever. 

The big blond giant fucked Jack’s ass raw for more than an hour more, forcing the quivering young man to orgasm another incredible eight more times, bringing his grand total of orgasms to a mind blowing 38. Each mighty orgasm was so powerful and intense that it felt like Jack’s balls were trying to turn themselves inside out. But by this time, not even a thin drool of watery liquid escaped the gaping and dilated piss slit of his bloated cock head, for the well of his staggering virility was well and truly dry. Hell, it looked like Mitch had fucked the lad into permanent impotence, succeeding in sterilizing the lad through excessive orgasms where he had failed with hours of beyond-brutal testicular tortures! 

Despite the lack of seminal fluids, however, Jack’s mammoth cock kept flexing and throbbing with each orgasm like he was pumping out a gallon of the stuff. His gigantic phallus was so bloated and swollen and distended that it had turned a purple nearly as dark as his trashed testicles, the tortured vasculature running up and down its length unlike anything any of the other men had seen before. Mitch occasionally grasped and stroked the magnificent man tool with his calloused hands, and continued to be astounded by how even his oversized hands couldn’t wrap all the way around the extraordinary girth of the lad’s record-shattering cock. 

It was past mid morning when Mitch decided to plant a third and final load up Jack’s tight shit chute. He kept on tightly hugging Jack’s magnificent body as he plowed his cock into the young man’s guts, and he leaned his head forward and began speaking into Jack’s ear, his rough stubble rubbing against the lad’s tremendously thick and muscular bison neck and his warm breath wafting across his face. 

“You’ve been an incredible fuck, boy,” Mitch said in his deep and rumbling baritone voice. “But it’s almost time for us to end our little game, so I’m going to flood your guts with my bull spunk one more time. And then in just a little while after that, the only sperm left inside your body is gonna be the jizz I’ve pumped up your ass. You’re gonna be shitting my load for a week, Jack!” 

The big man’s hips began to pick up speed as he pumped his cock in and out of the weakly struggling lad faster than ever before, really slamming his 13-inch monster home each time while Jack’s even bigger cock quivered and throbbed in the open air. All of the men could see the telltale signs of the handsome young man approaching yet another orgasm, and they knew that their leader would time his own orgasm perfectly to coincide with Jack’s. 

When Jack’s 39th orgasm hit, the pain was so insanely intense that he felt like he was transcending his body, reaching such an unbelievable level of agony that it nearly touched the divine. His humongous cock was throbbing so hard that he wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised to see the pulped remains of his imploding testicles pumping out of its gaping tip in a macabre parody of a normal ejaculation. But instead, not a single drop of fluid came out of the wildly throbbing cock, further underscoring the utter decimation of this once-fabled virility. 

Mitch’s virility was still going strong, however, which he proved by squirting yet another gigantic load up the lad’s tight butt. The big man growled and roared as he experienced one of the best orgasms in his entire life, and he pumped what felt like a week’s worth of splooge up the young man’s battered tunnel. 

The big man kept on slowly rocking his hips forward and back long after his third ejaculation was complete, pumping his still rock hard cock in and out of Jack’s overloaded guts and enjoying the wet and sloppy sloshing sounds as his big dick stirred up the no less than 19 loads that had been planted inside the lad. It was another 10 or 15 minutes before Mitch slowly pulled his massive cock out of Jack’s clutching guts, the raw and puffy ring of his sphincter seemingly reluctant to let the huge organ go. As the huge, helmet-shaped cock head finally popped free, a huge geyser of sperm slurry erupted out of Jack’s butt with considerable power and force, his guts trying to void themselves of a truly insane amount of spunk. A good quart or so of the sticky and smelly stuff shot out before the surging river was reduced to a mere trickle running down the young man’s enormously muscular and exquisitely toned legs, restoring Jack’s distended abdomen to its former flat and deeply chiseled glory. 

Mitch gently patted the nearly unconscious lad on his deeply bruised and heavily welted ass, and then said to the others, “Okay boys, it’s time.” 

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. 

The Ghost Network V — What A Mess -- Part 1

Hello all! 

Thank you for your patience as I work on posting more stories here. Today, I'm going to start a new 7-part series, where I'll be posting a new chapter every day from now until next weekend. And before the final chapter posts, I'll be asking you all how you'd like to see the story end. >:)

This story is a rewrite and expansion of a story originally written by the incredible Sack Stomper. If you haven't yet checked out his blog yet, PLEASE do yourself a favor and visit it today. He is writing some of the most insanely erotic ball busting fiction on the internet! You can find his website at -- https://crackednutsballbusting.blogspot.com/

Also, I found an image that was my inspiration for Nikolai, the hero/victim of this series, which I am attaching with the artist's permission. The image was created by a new artist on DeviantArt named Octant Flex, and he does some AMAZING work! He also has a Patreon account that I highly recommend. His DeviantArt page can be found at - https://www.deviantart.com/octantflex

For those of you unfamiliar with Sack Stomper's "Ghost Network" series, the introduction to today's first story installment gives you all that you need to know. However, if you'd like to read more tails in this vein, visit Sack Stomper's blog site at the address above. 

Now, on with the show... :)

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The Ghost Network V — What A Mess

Part 1

Based on an original story by Sack Stomper

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The maniacal showman nicknamed ‘The Ghost’ had become infamous for his livestream productions, where he would brutally torture and castrate helpless young studs in ever more clever and devious and painful ways. The charismatic villain had quickly amassed a globe-spanning throng of fans, who delighted in seeing handsome, muscular, and extremely well hung jocks get their gorgeous manhoods destroyed live on the internet.  

But after The Ghost’s last live show — which had been a particularly brutal ‘head-to-head’ competition where an American jock and an equally handsome Brazilian stud raced to see who could end the other's sex life first, resulting in a dramatic double-rupture — his video feeds went mostly silent. He would post the occasional prerecorded clip of some random hunk having his nuts bashed in with a mallet, but nothing like the live, over-the-top productions that his ravenous fans had grown accustomed to. 

Some of his fans assumed the law had finally caught up to The Ghost. Or perhaps one of the guys in his videos had broken free and given The Ghost a taste of his own medicine. However, all doubts were instantly quelled when The Ghost sent out an email blast with the following simple message: 

“Ladies and gentlemen, freaks and psychos, please click on the attached encrypted link at 18:00 hours Pacific Standard Time for a live performance that will have you chanting ‘W-A-M — What A Mess!’ 

- Eternally Yours, The Ghost”

Excitement grew throughout the day among The Ghost’s devoted fans, even as law enforcement agencies all over the world desperately tried to track the villain down in the hopes of rescuing his latest victim before it was too late…

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Nikolai groaned as he struggled back to consciousness, his deep voice echoing back to him in an empty-sounding room or chamber. The last thing he could remember was heading into the gym locker room after a heavy work out, and then feeling a sudden and sharp pain on the side of his head before everything went black. As he tried to shake the cobwebs out of his mind, Niko opened his deep-set blue eyes, but then quickly closed them again after being blinded by the glare of bright lights. He slowly reopened his baby blues and waited for them to acclimate to his harshly-lit surroundings, taking in the unfamiliar sights all around him. 

The tall 23-year-old found himself in a medium-sized, sterile-looking room, the floor, walls, and ceiling all painted a stark and glossy white, and with no visible windows or doors within his line of sight. The room was blindingly bright from multiple banks of recessed lights in the ceiling. Across from him stood a large, studio-quality, tripod-mounted camera that was pointed coldly straight at him, the red recording light on. He could see additional cameras mounted on the walls and in the corners of the ceiling, all aimed directly at him. 

Still feeling groggy, Nikolai attempted to take a step forward, only to realize he was tightly bound and locked in place, and that he was completely naked save for a makeshift skirt of white linen wrapped around his narrow waist. His densely muscled back was pressed up against some sort of thick metal pole, and his bulky, powerful arms were tied at the wrist behind his back. His legs were similarly secured, his thick thighs spread slightly apart by the manacled bar attached to both of his ankles and chained to the floor. A series of black leather straps crisscrossed Niko’s enormously muscular chest, biting deep into the wide planes of his curvaceous, hairless pecs and further binding him to the thick pole behind him. 

As a growing sense of fear and dread began to well up within the young man, Nikolai noticed the only other piece of furniture in the room — a sturdy, stainless steel table located just behind the camera tripod. A white sheet covered the table and masked the various lumpy and oddly-shaped objects hidden beneath the cloth. The mystery surrounding those hidden objects was ominous enough in its own right, but Nikolai was more focused on his immediate plight. At just over 6 feet, 4 inches in height and stacked and jacked with just over 320 pounds of chiseled, rock hard, gym-hardened muscle, the personal trainer, avid bodybuilder, and lifelong athlete was struggling against an unfamiliar sensation that was washing over him — the feeling of being completely physically helpless. 

Nikolai was still pulling at his tight bindings when a sudden sound made his blood run cold. The shackled muscle stud heard a door open quietly behind him, followed by the sound of footsteps as someone entered the room. Niko froze in temporary paralysis as a dark-clothed figure stepped into his view. The man was of average height and dressed all in black, from his black dress shirt to his black slacks to his black leather shoes, polished to a high sheen. The fitted shirt hugged an impressive physique, and even though Nikolai must have outweighed the stranger by nearly 100 pounds, the man’s upper body nonetheless looked strong and powerful. Niko estimated the man to be about 30 years old, and though he didn’t recognize the man’s face, he noted that the stranger was ruggedly handsome, with chiseled features, sharp and sparkling blue eyes, and thick dark hair in a stylish cut. The black-clad man smirked at Nikolai and gave the bound stud a playful wink before donning a Guy Fawkes mask over his handsome face, hiding his identity from the many cameras pointed in Niko’s direction. 

Niko was too stunned by the bizarre situation to even speak. Despite not knowing where he was, being nearly naked, and tied to a pole, the bound bodybuilder didn’t immediately find the handsome masked man in front of him to appear particularly threatening. Maybe if he played along with whatever was happening, Nikolai thought to himself, things would turn out okay. He noticed that the man was also carrying a laptop, which he set on a vacant corner of the stainless steel table. He typed a few commands, and the remaining cameras in the room came to life and lit up. The laptop’s screen was black except for a growing list of what appeared to be IP addresses in a blocky font. 

The black-clad man leaned forward until his masked face was almost touching Niko’s left ear, and he whispered in a deep and resonant voice, filled with a strange mix of lust and humor and just a hint of malice. 

“They’re going to love you, Nikolai.” 

Niko’s heart froze as the room was suddenly plunged into darkness and dramatic music filled the relatively small space. It sounded like the stirring music that accompanied breaking news events on television, and a spotlight suddenly illuminated both Nikolai and his dark-garbed captor, who stood in front of the bound muscle stud facing the central camera. 

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! It is I — The Ghost, your humble purveyor of delectable male flesh for torture and abuse — and I’m excited to bring you tonight’s entertainment. And if I may be so bold, I really have outdone myself this time, for I have secured perhaps my most magnificent male yet to suffer for your amusement and pleasure. I introduce to you — Nikolai!” 

The Ghost stepped aside as the other lights in the room turned back on and quickly increased to full power, illuminating Nikolai’s massive bound physique for the many hungry cameras placed throughout the room. 

“My dear friends, isn’t he MAGNIFICENT!?! Just look at that perfectly sculpted face, with his stunning blue eyes, expansive and expressive brow, high cheekbones, strong nose, sensual lips, insanely powerful jawline, and big, proud, squared-off chin, not to mention that thick head of wavy, flaxen hair like pale spun gold, all very visible signs of his mixed Slavic / Nordic ancestry. Have you ever seen such a handsome and utterly masculine face in your life?! And caught in that magical transition from youth to maturity. I could just sit and stare at that breathtakingly handsome mug for hours…” 

The Ghost gestured at Nikolai’s bound body with a theatrical flourish and continued his introduction.  

“But as I’m sure you’ve already noticed, this young man’s physique is perhaps even MORE spectacular than his angelic face! Just look at the monumental SIZE of him!! He almost looks unreal, doesn’t he? Like some sort of morphed photo you’d find on the internet, right? I’ve never seen such extreme proportions on a man before! Even though I’m standing here live and in person in front of our stunningly handsome Nikolai, it’s hard even for me to believe he’s real. His shoulders really are more than a yard wide, and those colossal delts really are as big and thick and meaty as they appear. And check out those wedge-shaped separations in those massive delts! Amazing, right?!” 

The masked man then grabbed the backside of Nikolai’s mammoth left upper arm like he was sizing up a bull on the ranch. The Ghost had an unusually large pair of hands, but even so, he was able to grip only one of the three massive segments of muscle that made up the young jock’s goliath triceps. The man gave the enormous muscle an appreciative squeeze, his big fingers barely denting the incredibly thick and strong muscle even though it was completely relaxed. 

“Check out these massive ham hocks that he calls his arms! These aren’t just guns, they’re freaking CANNONS!! Their chiseled definition is easily as spectacular as their monstrous size! I seriously think we’re in some world’s record territory here, folks! Nikolai’s mammoth upper arms measure a mind boggling 28 inches around!! That’s OUTRAGEOUS!! And his equally meaty and impressive forearms are a staggering 22 inches around, bigger than most professional bodybuilders’ upper arms! And these big beauties are as strong as they look, too! And look at these VEINS!! I swear, some of them are as thick as my little finger!!” 

The Ghost released his grip on Nikolai’s massive triceps and instead gripped a big chunk of the young man’s massive and meaty left pec, again giving the muscle an appreciative and appraising squeeze. 

“And isn’t his massive chest glorious?! The twin mounds of his protuberant pecs are shockingly wide and thick and exquisitely shaped, with those perfect coral-colored nipples making them look even more outrageously erotic. And see all of those deep horizontal striations? That’s with those two huge pecs relaxed! You should see them when he flexes!! His skin appears to almost disappear over all of those grainy muscles and astounding striations! And what lovely skin it is, too, don’t you think? Lightly tanned to a burnished pale bronze, and perfectly unblemished throughout. In fact, other than the surprisingly thick hair growth in his armpits and at his groin, young Nikolai here is naturally virtually hairless, with just a light dusting of fine blonde hairs on his forearms and legs. So there’s hardly a hair to hide the utter muscular perfection of his amazing body!” 

The masked showman then gestured lower, pointing at Nikolai’s astonishingly narrow and deeply chiseled waist and abdominal muscles. 

“And holy fuck, check out this kid’s midsection!! You’re looking at an honest-to-god 10-pack here! I didn’t think it was possible either, but there’s the proof, all ten expertly carved and perfectly stacked cobblestones of the sexiest set of abdominals I think I’ve ever seen! Look at how shredded and striated his oblique and serratus muscles are! Again, he’s not flexing here, folks; that’s his midsection relaxed! Every breath, even the slightest movement, involves a symphony of bulging and flexing muscles!” 

“The first time I saw Nikolai, I couldn’t believe his chest-to-waist ratio! He looks like something out of a super hero comic book, doesn’t he? His erotic proportions look that unreal! But lo, this sexy stud is the real deal! See that waist, with its deeply chiseled Adonis belt — or ‘cum gutters’, as some like to call them? That ridiculously narrow waist measures a mere 30 inches in circumference! That’s an impressively tight measurement on any man, and nearly unheard of on a man standing just over 6 feet, 4 inches in height! Add to that Nikolai’s staggering muscularity and more than 320 pounds of pure grade-AAA beef, and that narrow waist measurement is truly INSANE!! It’s seriously rare to meet a man who’s chest measurement is twice that of his waist, but to find one who’s chest measures two and a HALF times his waist circumference is unheard of!!” 

“Let alone a man who’s upper arms are only a couple of inches smaller than his waist!!” 

The Ghost stroked a muscular, well-manicured hand down one of Nikolai’s chiseled and tightly muscled flanks, causing the young man’s entire body to shiver with fear, and making his gigantic muscles quiver and shake to gorgeous effect. The masked man’s hand stopped and gripped the left side of Niko’s waist, fingers squeezing hard, but failing to even dent the muscle-girded wall of the handsome stud’s magnificent midsection. 

“Oh yes, this may be the most extraordinary specimen of muscular male I’ve ever encountered, his lush form filled to near bursting with enormous muscles and staggering raw power. But what’s even more astounding is that this handsome hunk is still growing! With a frame as large as Niko’s and such a genetically-gifted predisposition to pack on top quality muscle mass, who knows just how big this young stud could grow in the next five or ten years? Too bad he had the misfortune to run into me first…” 

The Ghost chuckled menacingly at his own dark humor, but then addressed the live online audience once again, all of those thousands of remote viewers who were even know gazing with undisguised hunger and lust at their computer screens. 

“All of these qualities make Nikolai a truly exceptional example of masculine perfection, with a physical beauty and muscular might unmatched in all of my years of seeking out the finest stallions for your entertainment. But you know me well, my friends! You know that I would never bring before you a man who didn’t share certain other ‘gifts’ as well. So let me tell you, I have something VERY special for you tonight!” 

The Ghost moved to stand next to the bound muscle hunk, who’s beautiful blue eyes had grown wide with terror as he realized in who’s clutches he had found himself. The masked man continued to speak in his pleasant, conversational, and excited tone. 

“Some of you must be wondering why you haven’t seen this genetically blessed muscle monster on a competition stage. Surely with such staggering size, unreal proportions, and extreme conditioning, not to mention that heart-stoppingly handsome face, Nikolai would be a shoe-in for the top prize at any bodybuilding contest, right? Unfortunately for bodybuilding fans everywhere, young Nikolai has earned a lifetime ban from the sport. Not for steroids or other illegal drug use; in fact, though it might be impossible to believe, our golden-haired giant here is one hundred percent natural! Talk about your freakish genetics!! No, Nikolai isn’t allowed on a bodybuilding stage due to accusations of obscene indecency, though the poor boy can’t help it. You see, our Nikolai here has been blessed — or perhaps cursed — with the single largest set of human male genitals I have ever seen on a human being! There’s no posing strap made that could hold the colossal mass of his prodigious endowment, and no way he could strut his stuff around on a stage without the entire spectacle being considered positively pornographic! Yes folks, I believe that I have acquired for you the single most gifted and perfect and beautiful man to ever walk this earth! He’s the brass ring! The golden ticket! Without any further adieu, I give you — Nikolai!!” 

With a quick snap of the wrist, The Ghost tore the thin linen covering from Nikolai’s waist, exposing the devastatingly handsome young man in all of his naked glory. 

Protruding from Niko’s lean and deeply chiseled groin was a wealth of man meat on a scale that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a full grown bull or stallion. The colossal mass of the young man’s monstrous cock and balls would have immediately looked ridiculous or comical, even on a man of Nikolai’s prodigious size, if they weren’t also expertly formed and staggeringly beautiful. Nikolai’s enormous cock was a masterpiece of manmeat, jutting proudly forth from a thick and well-trimmed bush of honey blond pubic hair, a mighty sex organ that was as impressive in length as it was in girth. The mammoth tool measured a full 10 inches from thick root to blunt tip in its completely flaccid state, with a delicately-veined shaft that was easily as thick as a man’s wrist. The large, helmet-shaped head was almost entirely engulfed by a thick hood of silky foreskin, just the tip of the purple-hued glans sticking out. 

Nikolai’s cock did not point down toward the floor, however, for the gargantuan size of his Herculean ballsac got in the way. Instead, the young man’s limp bull cock was draped languidly over a set of titanic stud nuts that were so enormous that they didn’t even look human. Each of Nikolai’s testicles was easily the size of the very largest of grapefruit, and were packed into a huge scrotum that was locked tight against his crotch. Despite what must have been the great weight of his massive nuts, there was no dangle to his ball bag whatsoever. The young man’s nutsac was clean shaven, which made the behemoth orbs look even bigger and more beautiful. 

It was immediately obvious why Nikolai could never take to a bodybuilding stage… or wear a swimsuit by a public pool, or wear tight pants outside the home, or do a host of other activities other men took for granted. The young man was hung so spectacularly large, so freakishly huge, so obscenely massive, that he would have been instantly arrested for public indecency! 

“I mean, just get a load of these beauties!” The Ghost said with even more excitement in his rich and resonant voice, reaching down with one hand to cup Nikolai’s nutsac. The young muscle man stifled a yelp of surprise and fear as he felt the man’s large, warm hand cradle his precious orbs. In truth, Nikolai’s bollocks would normally have been far too large for The Ghost to heft both of them in just one hand, but his scrotum was so high and tight, packaging both ovoid stones so closely together, that the masked man was able to cup the entire double-fisted pouch and display it for the cameras. 

The Ghost gently fondled and massaged the humongous orbs, jostling the massive testes for his viewers. 

“I wish you could feel just how dense and heavy this kid’s balls are!!” the masked man said, marveling at the stupendous size and mass of Nikolai’s mammoth gonads. “They’re even heavier than they look! This young man may truly have the largest set of stud nuts in the entire world!!” 

After several long moments of fondling and groping Nikolai’s tightly-packaged bull nuts, The Ghost released the bulging, shining orbs and turned back to the camera. 

“For tonight’s entertainment, I’m going to need full access to this magnificent sac of nuts. Niko’s protuberant penis is certainly a work of art, but it’s currently in my way. Let’s see if we can’t do something about that.” 

The Ghost turned back the white cloth covering one corner of the large table, revealing a hypodermic syringe filled with a clear, amber-colored fluid. He lifted the syringe with practiced ease, flicking any small air bubbles to the top and clearing them from the cylindrical chamber, while flashing his cruel masked grin at the helpless bound muscle stud. 

Seeing the several-inch-long needle at the tip of the syringe finally freed up Nikolai’s tongue, and he began to beg and plead for release. The young man’s voice was even deeper and more resonant than The Ghost’s, and his stunning blue eyes shone with desperation and fear as he directed his pleas to an obviously uncaring masking man. Nikolai changed his tactics and started addressing the cold light of the camera — and the equally unmoved audience — but it was quickly obvious that he would find no mercy here. 

The Ghost continued to ignore the begging muscle hunk, instead addressing his remote audience again, saying, “This is a cocktail of my own devising. A heady mix of aphrodisiacs, stimulants, and erectile-enhancing drugs. Think of it as Viagra on steroids.” The masked man chuckled again at his own humor. “Even just a milliliter or two is guaranteed to keep a man rock hard for HOURS, despite whatever pain or other trauma he might be suffering. This 10 milliliter dose will give Nikolai here the boner of a lifetime!” 

Ignoring Niko’s quickly escalating protests, The Ghost approached the bound and immobile stud, used an alcohol patch to swab the dorsal side of the meaty cock root, and then jabbed the needle nearly 2 inches deep into the base of the young man’s mighty loins. Nikolai left out a scream, a mixture of both pain and terror, as he saw the needle plunge into the thick root of his dick, and then felt a spreading warmth as the 10 CCs of fluid flooded his groin. 

The Ghost then pulled out the needle, discarding the syringe and wiping away the single tiny bead of blood that welled up from the puncture wound. 

“I love this part!” he said with almost childlike excitement. “It should only take a few moments to start working.” 

Sure enough, after only a few seconds, Nikolai’s cock started to twitch and slowly bloat, its spongy tissues rapidly filling with blood. The handsome, blond-haired muscle jock could only watch in wide-eyed surprise as his massive cock started to unfurl to its full size, steadily growing longer and thicker and harder as more and more blood was pumped into the swelling organ. The enormous phallus began to lift majestically off of the cradle of the young man’s behemoth ballsac, levering itself higher and higher as it expanded. 

Even The Ghost’s blue eyes were soon bugging out in awe and wonder as Nikolai’s mighty cock reached its full, record-annihilating size. His magnificent cock was like a pulsing girder of warm steel sheathed in smooth and silky skin, pointing proudly heavenward and waving ever so slightly with each powerful beat of Niko’s heart. The titanic tower of man flesh measured a staggering 16.5 inches from hairy root to swollen, bulbous tip, a torpedo-shaped masterpiece of epic manhood. It’s girth was even more breathtaking than its length, if that was even possible, for the thickest part of the shaft, just a few inches behind the head, was a full 3 inches across and just over 9.5 inches in circumference, a true hole destroyer! The smooth skin of Nikolai’s shaft was so tight and taut that his foreskin was fully retracted, exposing his succulent helmet-shaped glans to the open air. The veins on that mammoth shaft, which had previously formed a delicate tracery down the length of the huge column, were so turgid and bloated that they were now like thick, purplish worms twisting up and down the colossal schlong, looking like they might burst out of the overstretched skin at any moment. 

Nikolai was truly one of the most gifted and genetically blessed men to ever walk the earth! 

“Oh yes, that’s much better!” The Ghost said, his voice a little breathy with his own extreme arousal, as he gently batted at the huge and painfully turgid organ with his open hands, causing it to sway a couple of times before resuming its vertical tumescence. “Now we can get the rest of the show underway!” 

Here's handsome Nikolai in all of his mighty, muscular glory! :D