Dethroning the King - Chapter 15 (DRAFT) - Aftermath

Dethroning the King

An original story by Jayse and D.

Chapter 15 - Aftermath

In the immediate aftermath of the epic battle, the three victorious wrestlers were paraded before the cameras, with Ian still waving around the astoundingly massive phallus of the fallen hero, Zach Sorenson. 

Medics meanwhile rushed the stage and began to attend to the unconscious young man, tending to the unchecked bleeding at the new eunuch’s empty crotch, and trying desperately to save the young man’s life. They rushed Zach off to the infirmary where they did indeed save the lad from dying…though the broken young man would likely never thank them for their efforts. 

The huge auditorium was quickly emptied with the assistance of the several hundred military personnel stationed around the facility, who insured that no spectators lingered or got too close to the stage in the stadium’s heart. Once the final audience members were gone, a team of scientists and technicians rushed the stage with dozens of specialized vacuums and cryo canisters, sucking up every last ounce of precious stud cum, scraping up every last scrap of torn and shredded testicular tissue, and storing it all in a secret vault for whatever uses Supreme Leader Billings deemed worthy. 

On the streets and in the barrios of New Angeles, the mood was sad and somber. It was as if the soul of the city had been quashed, the last vestiges of hope extinguished at the same time that Zach Sorenson’s manhood was destroyed. The spirit of the people was broken, despair had replaced hope, and it looked unlikely that such a spark of light would ever rise up again… 

Epilogue - One Year Later

It has been a year since that fateful fight.

People of the barrios still talked about the life of Zachary Sorensen from time to time. But traces of the heroic champ’s glory days can now only be found in the form of old newspapers and faded posters.

A frail figure shakingly made its way through a huge refuse dump on the outskirts of the city, looking for items to salvage, and stopped and stared at a tattered and torn life-sized poster of The King. A nearby group of dump trucks were delivering their loads of trash, and the cloaked figure made its way slowly and painfully to this latest refuse, hoping to find scraps of food or any other useful items. 

A harsh, dry wind blew a newspaper across the figure’s path. The cover was in garish and lurid colors, and continued the already month-long celebration of the births of the Supreme Leader’s 24 children. Over the course of the past month, all 12 of Gustav Billings’ wives had given birth to fraternal twins, each a remarkably healthy and beautiful baby with equal numbers of boys and girls. The newspaper article continued to gush about the Supreme Leader’s awesome virility, and the photo on the front page showed a massively grinning middle aged Gustav surrounded by his brood of two dozen children. The article also stated that there were strong rumors that each of Gustav’s 12 wives was already pregnant AGAIN, though that rumor was as yet unsubstantiated. 

Upon careful inspection of the photo, the cloaked figure could make out a tall glass cylinder on a shelf in the background, containing a long and thick flesh-colored object. The detail quality of the photo was high enough that one could just make out the lettering on the plaque at the base of the cylinder, which read “Zach ‘The King’ Sorenson”. 

Another dry gust of wind partially blew back the hood that had been concealing the figure’s face, revealing an angular face that must have once been beyond beautiful, but was now extremely gaunt and haggard. 

The cloaked figure read the inscription on the plaque and then crumbled to his knees, grabbing at his empty crotch and letting out a pained wail of loss. 

***** So, is there anything else we need to cover in order to close this dark tale? Do we need to discuss what happens to Ian, Annihilator, and Reaper? I tend to think that the Annihilator retired after the match, but that Ian goes on to create a big name for himself in the UFT. Whether he succeeds or meets his own grisly demise, I leave up to you. 

As for the future of humanity, Gustav still possesses his heavily guarded “sperm-pile” of Zach’s supremely potent and powerful spunk, which he has OBVIOUSLY used to impregnate his many wives. He intends for these children (and the more he plans to have with his wives in the future) to inherit his empire, but he will also use them to be advertising for the eventual sale of Zach’s sperm. These children will be reaching adulthood about the same time that the infertility crisis will be starting to peak, resulting in a worldwide panic. Gustav might then reveal the truth about his children, at least quietly to the rich and powerful around the world, and show just how beautiful, powerful, and gifted these children really are. He’ll then be poised to sell tiny ampules of Zach’s priceless male essence for massive fortunes, allowing him to amass even more power, influence, and territory. Who knows, Gustav could even leverage his position to become the world’s first planet-wide Emperor! Talk about a King who might eventually need Dethroning!! :) *****

Dethroning the King - Chapter 14 (DRAFT) - A Traitor Revealed

Dethroning the King

An original story by Jayse and D.

Chapter 14 - A Traitor Revealed

***** This is it! The final chapter for Zach’s Herculean nuts and magnificent bull cock! *****

A collective gasp went up from the packed auditorium as the identity of the traitor was revealed. 

“Yes,” Ian taunted, “I was the mole in your own organization! I’ve shadowed your moments for years, reporting on you to our Supreme Leader! I was the one who spiked your water bottle and poisoned you with the serum! And I’M going to be the one to unseat you from your throne! I’m not only going to take your manhood and your championship title — I’m going to take over your gym and the whole fucking neighborhood! Everything Gustav Billings promised you will be MINE!!” 

“You had no way of knowing, but I’ve actually been Gustav’s loyal lackey for more than a decade now. Yeah, you ever wonder what ever happened to that ‘poor little orphan boy’ who your daddy gave his life for all those years ago? Well, that was me! Yeah, ME!! I was hired to stand in front of that truck on that fateful day, tricking your father into rescuing me. The ironic thing is, I really WOULD have died had Nathan not leapt into danger and saved my life!” 

“Fuck, you’re just like your father in so many ways. Yeah, yeah, you’re both drop dead handsome and hung like stallions and built like brick shithouses. But I mean more than that. You’re both got this ridiculous sense of right and wrong, this outdated sense of honor and morality, this constant urge to want to help your fellow man. Wake up, stud!! Can’t you see that it’s now every man for himself?! Hell, if you just played dirty like the rest of us, and not started stirring up the masses with your ‘honor’ and your ‘loyalty’ and your ‘compassion’, you wouldn’t be suffering like this right now! Your father deserved to suffer, too, but he got off way too easy, being instantly crushed to death by that runaway lorry. But YOU get to suffer mightily for your sins, Zach! And I’m so happy that I get to be the one to make you suffer.” 

Ian had continued to gently stroke and fondle Zach’s titanically swollen nuts as he spoke to the fallen champ, and the young wrestler once again began to feel a low rumbling in the depths of Zach’s huge nuts, a sure sign that they were once again nearing critical mass. The momentary reprieve of removing the two clamps from Zach’s clogged sperm ducts was at an end, and it was clear that the young muscle man’s mammoth gonads were getting ready to catastrophically explode. 

Turning to the Annihilator and the Reaper, Ian smiled and said, “It’s time.” The Reaper retrieved his discarded sledgehammer, and the trio of wrestlers stood in front of the supine hero, standing in the wide V between the handsome stud’s massively muscular legs with the Reaper in the middle and the two other wrestlers to either side. All three men gazed down upon the defeated champ with a mixture of hatred and contempt. 

“Get ready, Zach!” Ian said, addressing the handsome muscle man who had treated the blond wrestler as a little brother and best friend. “It’s time to say goodbye to these massive whale nuts of yours!” 

Ian and the Annihilator added their hands to the handle grasped in the Reaper’s massive fists, and as a unit, the three wrestlers raised the mallet up in the air, letting the enormous business end of the sledgehammer rest just a few inches above Zach’s terminally swollen testicles. They raised the hammer in unison, bringing it up by just a few feet and then letting it drop downward to gently tap Zach’s bloated nuts at the bottom of the swing, counting down as they did so. 

“FIVE!!” Tap

“FOUR!!” Tap

Zach began to struggle pitifully on the mat, his mighty strength still sapped from the wicked effects of the serum, but desperately trying to avoid the fate that was about to befall his beleaguered bull balls. 

“THREE!!” Tap

Zach was begging for mercy, sobbing in terror as he watched the three assailants raise the massive sledgehammer high in the air, three sets of phenomenally strong and thickly muscled arms adding their combined might in the hammer blow to come. 

“TWO!!” Tap

Zach’s behemoth bollocks began visibly quivering and quaking, their legendary resilience reaching its very end. The colossal storehouse of spunk in his straining and weakening nuts had become even more than the stud’s Herculean nuts could contain, and the seminal pressures inside of those two gargantuan gonads had reached such a critical level that the testicles themselves were just a moment away from rupturing under their own internal stresses. 

“ONE!!!”

WHOOSH!!!

WHAM!!!

KA-BLOOSH!!!!

The effects of the hammer blow were immediate and devastating. 

The three men had timed their blow perfectly, for the impact of the huge hammer head coincided with the final failure of Zach’s overstressed ball walls, resulting in a testicular explosion that was more massive and catastrophic than either result would have been on its own. 

As Zach uttered his most deafening bellow of the entire evening, a shriek of soul-rending agony, the entire contents of Zach’s colossal nutsac exploded across the stage in all directions, chunks of pinkish-gray testicular matter splattering all the way to the ropes and beyond as literally GALLONS of raw, unspent sperm splashed in an expanding, violent wave across the ring, adding a thick new layer of fresh nut sludge to the floor. 

At the same moment, the force of the blow caused the C clamp at the base of Zach’s pinched-off cock to shatter with a loud SNAP, finally releasing the throttling stranglehold on the lad’s thick cum tube. The volcanic eruption that then burst out of Zach’s colossal cock was unmatched by anything that had come before in sheer power, fury, and volume as the stud’s heaving and pulsating cock vomited forth the shattered contents of his pulverized nuts. The first titanic blast was pure cum, an almighty blast of fecundity that whitewashed an already cum-soaked stage. Each subsequent blast grew thicker and chunkier, however, as Zach’s violently throbbing cock purged his very nut guts out across the stage in the most obscene and macabre orgasm anyone had ever seen. 

The sight was unforgettably erotic and brutal as two, three, four, five more monumental blasts of liquified nuts shot out of Zach’s thundering, spasming cock, the thick pink-gray gloop coating the young man’s heaving, muscular body and much of the floor with the once-proud remains of his raw, procreative power. After that, the size and power of Zach’s cannon blasts quickly tapered off until his throbbing cock was left drooling a thick oatmeal consistency of mixed splooge and nut mush. 

Poor Zach was too phenomenally strong and powerful to pass out into merciful unconsciousness, even at the unspeakably brutal annihilation of his mighty testicles, and the emasculated champ could do nothing but sob and flop around weakly on the floor as his legendary manhood was stolen from him. 

The three assailants lift the mallet off of the mess on the floor, long strings and tendrils of ball matter clinging to the gory surface of the hammer head, as they gleefully inspect the destruction they had just caused. Ian could see that chunks of ball flesh had ‘survived’ being pulverized outright by the hammer, simply from the benefit of having been on the outer edge of the behemoth ballsac and therefore outside the edge of the massive hammer head. Though there was no way that these still temporarily vital and alive chunks of man meat could ever have been salvaged and stitched together into something approaching a hale and virile testicle, the three men nonetheless dropped to their knees around the ruptured nutsac and searched for these unsheltered pieces of Zach’s balls. Each thug then took turns gripping one of these segments of unbroken nut meat and crushing them in their bare hands, trying to squeeze out every last drop of virility from the young muscle man. 

Ian’s right hand encircled a lemon-sized chunk of ball meat, the last semi-solid lump of testicular tissue remaining in Zach’s shredded and splattered scrotum. This chunk was still connected to Zach’s groin, so the young man could feel every agonizing moment as Ian slowly clawed and squeezed the lump of raw flesh. The fallen champ groaned and cried as he felt Ian slowly maul and mangle the last chunk of his once fabled virility. He was too weak to fight back, and his left hand could only paw uselessly at Ian’s strong, mounded bicep, trying to stop the destruction of his manhood as Ian steadily increased his pressure on the last, lone nut chunk. 

Zach’s beautiful hazel eyes met Ian’s cold, blue stare as many long seconds ticked by. Zach wordlessly pleaded with his former best friend, while the younger stud just sneered in response and flexed his muscles for the former king of the ring. The former champ knew that this was the end for him, that the legend of Zachary “The King” Sorenson was about to come to an end at the hands of Ian “The Kingslayer”. 

Zach’s eyes started to glaze over, and his beautiful lips parted in a soft moan as he tilted his head back. His massively muscular body began flexing uncontrollably, and he began to gently rock his slender hips, all the telltale signs of an impending orgasm! Incredibly, impossibly, Zach was about to hit orgasm yet again, powered only by the sole remaining chunk of his manhood that hadn’t yet been pulverized to gloop by his three assailants!! 

Ian’s eyes flew wide as he felt the nut lump convulse and contract in his hand, and he saw a gout of fresh hunk spunk pump out of Zach’s throbbing dick, the last testament of the champ’s awesome virility. The lush pulses of cum were nowhere near as gargantuan and majestic as they had been when Zach still possessed two whole and intact nuts, yet it was an extremely impressive purging of prime stud spunk nonetheless. Two, three, four more large pulses of sperm shot out of Zach’s cock, but then on the fifth blast, Ian suddenly closed his right fist with all of his might. 

SQUUUIIIISSSSHHHH!!!

Zach’s last remaining nut chunk exploded with almost no resistance, squirting through Ian’s clutching fingers and splattering all over the cum- and gore-flooded floor. Zach bellowed in agony as he felt his last ball lump burst, and one final, chunky spurt of sperm and nut guts splashed onto his own handsome face, the very last vestige of his epic manhood dripping out of his magnificent bull cock. 

Zach Sorenson’s mighty nuts, the biggest, strongest, toughest testicles ever to grace a man, the sole source of a possible cure for the Fertility Plague, had been finally and utterly annihilated. 

Zach could only moan and sob as Ian bent over his quivering, muscular form, taunting the fallen hero as his wiped his gore-covered hand across Zach’s vast, massive, cum-drenched pecs. Ian could see that a dozen or so slender filaments and fleshy tethers were dangling out the gaping cum hole at the tip of Zach’s still rock hard cock, the pulped remains of the former stud’s titanic testes. Ian wrapped two fingers around these slender cords and, with a sharp yank, tore them out of Zach’s colossal cock and smeared them over the muscle man’s boulder-sized shoulder. 

Ian then pulls out a short, sharp carving knife, and one again kneels between Zach’s titanically muscular legs, the blond wrestler’s knee pads sloshing around in the inch-thick lake of splooge and ground up nut meat. The young man wraps his left hand around the neck of Zach’s empty, shredded sac and pulls downward, stretching the empty bag out to a tremendous length. Despite the fact that his nuts had already been completely destroyed and ruined, Zach once again began to beg for Ian to stop, but the cruel wrestler just placed the edge of his knife against the base of that stretched out nutsac and, with one powerful upward stroke, sliced the vacant bag right off at the groin, symbolically removing the final traces of Zach’s ability to father children and the source of his extraordinary masculinity.

Unfortunately for Zach, his assailants aren’t done with him yet. 

Supreme Leader Gustav Billings had instructed the three wrestlers that he wanted to collect a trophy from today’s match, and the three men know far better than to refuse a directive from Billings himself. 

From beneath the stage, Ian retrieves a three-foot-long segment of steel pipe, and a coiled wire. The wire quickly proves to be a garrote, a length of hardened steel cable with a large handle at either end. The pipe is over two inches thick of solid steel. Smiling cruelly, Ian stands before Zach holding the steel pipe, while the Annihilator wraps the cable around the midsection of the pipe and hands one of the handles to the Reaper. 

Then, at a signal from Ian, the two mighty muscle giants begin a sawing motion back and forth. The harsh sound of metal grinding on metal rang throughout the hushed auditorium as Zach’s terrified eyes watched the steel cable disappear into the thick pipe. Despite the great, solid thickness of that pipe, it takes the two obscenely muscular giants less than 30 seconds to saw the pipe in half, the top half landing with a splash in the lake of cum at Ian’s feet. 

An evilly grinning Ian took several short lengths of stiff steel cable and began securing them around the base of Zach’s colossal cock, encircling the root of that great, fleshy torpedo right where it joined the young man’s lean and muscular groin. After encircling the first segment around Zach’s 5-inch-thick cock root, Ian twisted the ends of the wire together and began crimping the wire closed, tightening the circle around the base of the muscle man’s huge cock. He tightened the first segment of cable as tight as he could, and then moved on to a second, and a third, and a fourth, each time cinching the loop down further and further and strangling the base of Zach’s cock. 

The extreme throttling action crushed down the base of Zach’s cock shaft to barely half of its original girth, trapping all of the blood inside of his already fantastically bloated and distended horse cock, and making it balloon even BIGGER, if that was even possible! The constriction also caused the mighty battering ram of a cock to darken as its customary blood supply was virtually cut off. 

Then what was perhaps the cruelest of the night’s tortures began. 

Ian formed a loop with the steel garrote and worked that loop down the tremendous two-foot-plus length of Zach’s monster cock until it was flush with the tightly bound root of his cock. He gently pulled the looped garrote closed until it was snug with the crushed base of Zach’s cock, nestled in the tiny gap between the bottom of the cinched root and the young man’s groin. Then he stood up, handed the two handles to the Reaper and the Annihilator — who stood to either side of the helpless young muscle man — and bent down to grip the shaft of Zach’s mighty schlong with both hands, right beneath the swollen, bulbous, dark purple cock head. 

Zach began blubbering incoherently once again, begging the three men to stop hurting him, but his pleas fell once again on deaf ears. 

At a shouted signal from Ian, the blond wrestler pulled upward with all of his might, trying to rip Zach’s cock out by the crimped root, while the Reaper and the Annihilator started sawing through the base of Zach’s cock stump with the steel garrote. 

Zach’s screams of terror and agony were harrowing and gut wrenching, but they didn’t stop the three brutes in their assault on his mighty bull cock. 

Even with the multiple steel bands crushing down the very base of his cock to a fraction of its normal size, it still takes quite a few hard passes with the sawing garrote before Zach’s monster cock finally rips free. In fact, as a true testament to the unbridled and unequaled power and strength of Zach’s mighty meat pole, it takes the two muscle giants more than a minute to saw through that huge log of beef, twice as long as it took to saw through the steel pipe! 

But in the end, even Zach’s mighty cock is no match for the steel garrote, and Ian stumbles backwards with the gigantic severed penis clutched in his hands. With a great cry of victory, the jubilant Ian thrusts the massive cock skyward in one big hand, almost like he’s carrying some huge sword aloft. The gigantic slab of meat looks even bigger than before now that it’s been severed from its host, for Zach’s Herculean musculature made the great beast of a cock look almost proportional when still attached to his mammoth form. 

A surprisingly large portion of the crowd erupts into thunderous cheers, the more blood thirsty and brutal among them enjoying seeing the heroic figure of Zach “The King” Sorenson brought so low. But many others are stifling tears or the urge to vomit, unable to believe that this handsome young man, this noble figure that had ignited hope in so many hearts, had been defeated and completely unmanned before their very eyes. 

A wide-eyed Zach also gazed upward at a grinning and victorious Ian, with his still pulsing and quivering penis held aloft like some sort of grotesque trophy, for many long moments. Then the combination of exhaustion, agony, and blood loss proved to be too much for even Zach’s extraordinary constitution, and the young muscle man finally slipped into merciful unconsciousness… 

An Officer and Three Gentlemen - Part 7 (Final Chapter)

An Officer and Three Gentlemen - Part 7

An original chapter inspired by a story written by Sack Stomper in 2000

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A hot Detroit muscle cop has his massive balls busted wide open by 3 luscious hunks

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The three captors had clearly decided that it was time to end their fun with the handsome, hot, hunky, and impossibly well hung rookie muscle cop. The three punks quietly debated options to finish off the bruised and battered hunk, not bothering to try to hide their conversation from the brave but resigned young bull hanging exhausted but defiant in his restraints. 

Jason hung limply in his bindings at wrist and ankle, too tired to move except for the weak bucking of his hips in a now near-continuous orgasm, his hideously bloated and beleaguered balls trying desperately to purge the utterly colossal load of sperm choked inside of them. His magnificent body, honed to absolute masculine perfection by untold hours of lifting heavy weights in the gym, was covered in vibrant bruises and superficial lacerations, but looked no less studly and beautiful for the damage it had sustained. His humongous 18-inch monster cock, that masterpiece of masculinity, was likewise covered in welts and bruises, its vein-gnarled length a dark and vibrant purple from being nearly strangled to death by the zip ties secured so tightly around its thick and beefy base. 

It was the young man’s herculean bull nuts, however, that had sustained by far the heaviest damage from the epic, night-long abuse. If not for the dull, throbbing ache still thundering from those ridiculously swollen and bloated balls of man meat, Jason would have thought for sure that his mighty testicles had already perished, having been completely cut off from their blood supply for nearly 5 hours, distended to the bursting point with untold aborted cum loads, and then mercilessly pummeled and punched and hammered until it was a significant miracle that they hadn’t yet simply exploded inside of their smooth, hairless pouch. As it was, the handsome muscle hunk highly doubted that his proud, pendulous bull nuts functioned anymore. His legendary virility had no doubt been pummeled to smithereens by Drake’s mighty fists, his final viable load of sperm slowly cooling inside their dying interiors. 

Jason glanced down at his horribly mangled nutsac, and couldn’t help but quietly sob at what he saw. The gargantuan, double-barreled mass of his twin sperm tanks resembled a pair of bowling balls hanging at the end of some elongated tube sock. The enormous mass of nut flesh was so dark purple as to be almost black, the orbs themselves covered with huge, snaking veins that looked just as thick and torturous as the cable-like veins coursing up and down the colossal length of his meaty cock shaft. His dying bull balls hung impossibly low in their hideously elongated sac, dangling nearly a full FOOT from his straining, muscular crotch. The twin bollocks swung gently forward and back like some enormous pendulum, in time to the gentle pumping of the young man’s muscular hips. Despite the roaring, debilitating pain radiating from his two massive lumps of man meat, Jason was also engulfed by an agonizing, mind-numbing pleasure, waves of unbelievably intense erotic bliss washing over his massive body again and again in never-ending crescendos of pure orgasmic release. The combination of these two inhuman levels of pleasure and pain would have long since stopped the heart of a lesser man, but the mighty muscle cop rode the crest of the two conflicting and complimentary sensations, the poor stud simply too damn tough to achieve the welcome release of unconsciousness or death. 

In some tortured and pain-addled corner of his mind, Jason found that he was intensely proud of himself. He had shown these three punks what a REAL man was like! He had endured tortures and abuses that would have killed any other man hours ago, and he was still kicking. Hell, his mighty bull cock was harder than ever, defying his assailants and daring them to visit even MORE brutal tortures upon his battered, glorious body. His first four (and a half) monster loads still white-washed half the cabin, containing more ripe stud spunk in just one load than ALL of the other three guys’ porn star loads combined! 

Yeah, the young rookie cop had shown these guys what a REAL alpha stud was like. And if he was about to lose his manhood and his life, then Jason knew that he could at least be proud that he went out like the super human bull stud that he was. 

The three hunky assailants reached some sort of a decision, for their huddle suddenly broke up as the trio turned to face their captive muscle stud one last time. Eric retrieved something from his duffel bag, a looped coil of thin braided cable about 6 feet long with wooden handles attached to either end. The metal cable resembled piano wire, only thicker, and Jason realized with a sinking heart that the whole device was some sort of garrote. As Eric wrapped a noose of the thin cable around the base of his choked-off genitals, the handsome muscle cop’s suspicions were confirmed — he knew that they intended to slice off his cock and balls with the metal cable! 

Drake meanwhile knelt between Jason’s huge and muscular legs, reaching up with both hands to gently cup and fondle the stud’s cold and nearly lifeless balls. Even after hours and hours of abuse, Drake was amazed at the amount of power he still felt coursing through those two spectacularly oversized testicles, and he knew he would never forget the extraordinary joy of torturing this mighty muscle man for as long as he lived. 

Eric and Sebastian took up positions on either side of the captive hunk, each holding one of the wooden handles and pulling on the cable just tight enough that all of the slack was taken up. The looped cable now sat tight against the crushed and straining root of the young man’s intensely engorged manhood, ready to be pulled taut into a deadly, cutting embrace at any moment. 

Drake continued fondling and manhandling Jason’s sagging and dark purple bull nuts, caressing the two bloated spheres of man meat like he was trying to memorize their every curve and vein. In truth, Drake already knew far more about the inner workings and interior details of Jason’s tortured nuts than any man had the right to know, his fingers and knuckles having dug and drilled into the very heart of both of those mighty stud spuds, but the muscular giant knew that these would be the cop’s last moments as an intact male, and Drake wanted to savor them. He even went so far as to plant soft, lingering kisses on the cold flesh of the stud’s bulging sac, one kiss on each bloated nut, as if he was bidding the massive organs farewell. And indeed, that was exactly what he was doing. 

When all three men were ready and in position, Eric addressed the heaving and bucking bull stud one last time, saying, “Well, Jason, I must say you’ve given us all an evening we’ll never forget! You’ve endured abuses I wouldn’t have thought humanly possible, and your huge horse cock is STILL throbbing! You’re a freaking BEAST, Jason, and under other circumstances, I know we all would have enjoyed having you around for a lot longer. But like I said before, you’re a cop, and we’re about to show you what we do to cops. Get ready for the trip of your life, man, cuz you’re about to kiss your huge cock and balls goodbye! Ready boys? NOW!!!” 

A new agony erupted in Jason’s groin as big Drake simultaneously clamped down with his thick fingers in a crushing ball squeeze, and heaved his massive 400-pound body backward, adding his own phenomenal weight to his awesome strength as he pulled down on Jason’s straining sac with all of his might. His fingers met little resistance as they plunged deep into the very center of the young man’s soft, pliable, downright mushy nuts, threatening to burst them apart in their sac. Jason’s dangling sac was instantly stretched to very nearly a foot and a half in length, even longer than when the cruel assailants had hung 500 pounds of iron from the stud’s mighty nuts! Jason’s thick ball cords were stretched to the snapping point, fighting valiantly to keep the stud’s huge balls anchored to his muscular crotch, but it was clear that they were no match for Drake’s super human strength. Jason’s mighty nuts were on the verge of ripping free from his muscular body!! 

At the same moment, Eric and Sebastian pulled back on their handles with all of their considerable strength, immediately snapping the looped cable taut and cutting the metal wire into young man’s flesh. Jason’s awesomely thick and incredibly dense cock was made of some stern stuff indeed, the tough flesh nearly as hard as granite, but even the cop’s mighty man meat couldn’t hope to hold out against the thin wire. After a few moments of unnatural resistance, the two grunting and grinning assailants could feel the cable start to cut into Jason’s mighty cock root. Thin trickles of blood began to appear as the wire started to disappear into the tortured and crushed flesh. 

Yet another orgasm slammed into Jason’s tortured loins, one of his most powerful orgasms of the entire night. Something about the idea of having his entire manhood brutally cut and ripped from his body sent Jason into stratospheric heights of erotic pain, and he threw his head back and bellowed in agony and epic release, knowing that this would be the final orgasm he’d ever feel in his tragically short life. Jason’s cock swelled bigger still, so big it looked like it was going to split wide open, as he bucked his mighty hips in release. Eric and Sebastian pulled even harder on the cable, their big arms bulging dramatically with the effort, while Drake roared in fury and triumph, feeling Jason’s nutsac start to tear and the colossal gonads start to disintegrate in his huge hands. 

BOOM!!!!!

“FREEZE!!!”

A loud crashing sound echoed in the room, startling all four men as the front door burst open so hard that it cracked the doorframe, leaving the door hanging askew from its nearly broken hinges. The open doorway allowed the early dawn sunlight to stream into the room, illuminating the tableau in a warm, rosy glow. 

Silhouetted in the doorway were half a dozen large figures. It took the men a few moments for their blinking eyes to adjust to the bright sunlight, but the four men were shocked to discover that a squad of Detroit’s finest were standing just outside the doorway, guns trained on the men within. 

No one was more startled than Jason himself, for the figure standing front and center was none other than his fallen partner, Officer Matthew Schmidt, looking none the worse for wear after taking several slugs to the chest! 

“NOBODY MOVE!!” Officer Schmidt shouted, his deep voice sounding like rolling thunder in the tiny room. “Drop those handles NOW!! YOU, release Jason’s balls and back away slowly! Do it NOW!!!” 

Eric was the first to put his hands up, his eyes wide in fear as he dropped the wooden handle and backed a few steps away. Big Drake followed suit, releasing his death grip on Jason’s nearly crushed bollocks and lobster crawling away from both Jason and the crowded doorway. 

Only Sebastian hesitated. Sebastian, who more than any of the other punks desperately wanted to see the handsome and impossibly hunky cop unmanned. Sebastian, who’s beautiful face became contorted in fury and murderous rage. Sebastian, who grabbed his handle with both hands and pulled with all of his desperate might! 

BOOM!!!!!

The deafening retort of a gunshot echoed in the small room. Sebastian was instantly spun around, a gout of crimson blood fountaining from his left shoulder where Officer Schmidt’s bullet had struck him. The wooden handle clattered to the floor as a wounded Sebastian struck the ground. The beautiful blond lad clutched his bleeding shoulder and delivered a death stare to the square-jawed police officer, but he made no move to further attack the bound muscle man. Jason had been rescued! 

But had the cavalry arrived in time? 

As more than a dozen police officers filed into the room to subdue the three young punks, Matthew Schmidt and several other officers rushed forward to aid the exhausted and quietly sobbing Jason. Matthew gently unwound the steel wire from around Jason’s genitals, and was relieved to see that the cuts all around the base of his enormous meat appeared to be superficial. Of far more concern, however, were the dark and strangled appearance of both the young man’s cock and balls, and Matthew and the others quickly set to work undoing the choking bindings. 

There was no alternative but to cut the zip ties off of Jason’s body. While other officers hunted for the keys to Jason’s broken handcuffs, Officer Schmidt used a box cutter to very carefully start cutting away at the dozen or so thick plastic ties with their death grip around Jason’s cock. As careful as Matthew tried to be, however, he couldn’t keep from cutting into the base of his partner’s huge cock a few times, but eventually the plastic ties started falling free, one after the other. 

When the last plastic tie snapped free fell to the floor, Jason felt a huge surge of fresh blood start to flood into his nearly strangled cock, flushing away the old, cooling blood and restoring health and vigor to his mighty crank. The dark purple color was rapidly washed away, replaced by the mottled red and purple color of heavy bruising and the near cooking from the taser attacks, but it was clear that the young cop’s gargantuan horse cock was still very much alive. Even the prolonged crushing of the thick root of Jason’s mighty prong didn’t seem to be causing any lasting damage. The mighty base of Jason’s cock immediately plumped right back to its normal awesome girth as soon as the ties were removed, and though the root of his cock looked particularly bruised and inflamed, it was clear that it would heal and be okay. 

It was Jason’s mammoth bull nuts that had Matthew particularly worried. Unlike the young man’s cock, which had been receiving at least a fraction of its usual blood supply even with the zip ties in place, Jason’s balls had been completely choked off from his body by the tightly bound handcuffs for more than five hours. They were so dark and cold that Officer Schmidt feared that they were dead already, and several of the other cops warned him that, if Jason’s balls were indeed already dead, then restoring blood flow to the dead organs could kill the young rookie. 

The decision warred inside Matthew’s mind as he impatiently waited for someone to find the handcuff key. In the meantime, he kept giving his nearly unconscious partner reassurances that everything would be okay, even as Matthew himself doubted that his new partner would be walking away from this situation intact. 

Officer Schmidt was also greatly concerned by how unbelievably low Jason’s balls were hanging in their bruised and abraded sac. He thought at first that the great bull nuts had become completely detached from their moorings, and were now a pair of dead lumps of man flesh floating loose in the bottom of their overstretched scrotum. But as his fingertips gently explored the extraordinary foot-long length of Jason’s narrow scrotal neck, Officer Schmidt could feel that the unusually thick cables, cords, and vessels anchoring the young man’s gigantic bollocks to his body were still intact. 

After more than 15 minutes had gone by and STILL the handcuff keys hadn’t turned up, however, Officer Schmidt began to panic. He ordered the three suspects removed from the cabin so that he and the rest of the squad could turn the place upside down. Soon, every last item had been removed from the cabin, leaving just the giant, muscular, naked form of Jason suspected in the middle of an empty room. The handcuff keys simply couldn’t be found! 

The question of whether or not to unshackle Jason’s strangled nuts would soon be moot if the keys could not be found. There was no way to cut the handcuffs from Jason’s body without cutting off his huge nuts in the process. 

Officer Schmidt and the others spent another 20 or 30 fruitless minutes teaching every square inch of the cabin for the missing keys, but with no success. Young Jason began to quietly sob, for even the dull ache in his distended and cum-bloated bollocks had faded away, and now he couldn’t feel anything from his nuts anymore. He feared it was already too late to save his big, beautiful nuts. 

The other officers started urging that they needed to cut off Jason’s dead nuts in order to save his life. If they cut just above the offending handcuffs, they could save a large portion of his scrotum. Jason could then have a pair of good-sized silicon balls inserted in his sac, disguising his lost testicles, and he could receive hormone treatments for the rest of his life. If he was lucky, he could keep a large portion of his enormous musculature, and might even be able to get hard in the future. 

A devastated Matthew reluctantly agreed, but he had to turn away as one of his fellow officers pulled out a large, sharp switch blade and prepared to saw off his partner’s beyond-massive nuts. He just couldn’t bear to see such a magnificent manhood destroyed. 

As Officer Schmidt’s eyes sought out anything in the room to focus on other than the impending castration behind him, his steel blue eyes caught a faint gleam from across the room. His big, muscular form surged forward with surprising speed, and he dropped to his knees to take a closer look. There, wedged deeply between two wooden floorboards, as a faint metal gleam. The light from the rising sun had fallen just right to catch the edge of something metallic, wedged more than an inch down between the two boards. Without the added light, he never would have seen the reflecting glow. 

Matthew fished out his own pocket knife and began to urgently but carefully pry the metal object from the narrow crevice. After a few seconds of diligent digging, the object popped free onto the floor, revealing itself to be a tiny, gleaming key. 

“STOP!!!” bellowed Officer Schmidt, his baritone voice once again ringing in the nearly empty room. “I found it!! I found the key!!” 

Matthew hadn’t spoken a moment too soon, for the other officer’s knife had just begun to cut into the tightly crimped flesh just above the handcuffs. Another second later, and the officer would have sliced through that narrow tube of skin and severed Jason’s nuts forever. 

Officer Schmidt rushed forward and pushed the other police officers away. Some of them objected, concerned that releasing the handcuffs could kill the rookie cop, but Matthew ignored them. The veteran cop just couldn’t imagine a future for the handsome young rookie without his phenomenal manhood intact. With as much speed as he could muster, Matthew unlocked the first cuff, followed immediately by the second, finally freeing Jason’s nuts from their choking metal prison. 

A great surge of blood pulsed into those two cold, cold orbs, and the most terrific, mind-rending pain Jason had ever experienced hammered him directly in his nuts. The young muscle man screamed in inhuman agony as the starved flesh of his nearly dead nuts greedily sucked down the fresh oxygen and nutrients pumping into their nearly lifeless interiors. Every nerve ending in his densely-packed nuts sang with exquisite agony as his starved and strangled nuts were pulled back from the very brink of death. 

And as fresh blood surged into the young man’s herculean bull balls, something else surged out of them. The choking handcuffs had also sealed off the product of dozens — nay, HUNDREDS — of aborted orgasms inside of the young man’s bloated, burgeoning nuts, and all of that thick and chunky baby batter was now free to finally pump out of the stud’s massive cock. And pump it did! 

Officer Schmidt was reminded of footage he’d seen of miners striking oil, for the massive pulsating fountain of slick and smelly smegma erupting from Jason’s colossal horse cock didn’t look like anything remotely resembling an ejaculation. This was a purging of the highest order, a deluge of thick and rich man seed, an unstoppable flood of release. Matthew and the others had to stumble backward out of the way to not be caught in the crossfire, and as it was, several officers were lashed and painted with thick stripes of unbelievably thick and chunky cum before they could get out of the way. 

Unlike normal, healthy cum, however, the purgings from Jason’s battered loins were disturbingly cold, the heat long since having drained from the stud’s thick cum. But as the seconds ticked by and the dark purple color started to rapidly fade from Jason’s balls, replaced by a kaleidoscope of mottled reds and purples from the profound, almost terminal, bruising, the young man’s spunk bolts began to heat up as well. Finally, about a minute into the epic testicle purge, Jason’s spunk had become as hot as one would expect from such a mighty, bull-balled alpha stud. 

Only Jason’s monstrous, herculean ejaculation didn’t end after a minute, or even two minutes. In fact, it was nearly THREE minutes into the young man’s super human orgasm before the continuous, unbroken, pulsating river of lush spunk began to be broken up into separate, but still enormous, salvos of stud sperm. And it was another two or three minutes after that before the titanic spurts and blasts of spunk began to die down to ever smaller and weaker jets of jizz, and finally just a continuous drool of milky effluvium. 

Against all conceivable odds, Jason’s balls had survived!! And if his epic, legendary ejaculation was any evidence, they looked like they’d make a full recovery from their terrific ordeal!! 

It wasn’t until Jason’s mighty orgasm had died down to a low roar that Matthew and the other officers felt it safe to come forward once again and start untying the huge muscle man from his restraints. Jason had all but collapsed in exhaustion, his heroic orgasm sapping the last reserves of his awesome strength. As he leaned against the supporting officers, he turned his blue-eyed gaze on his partner, Officer Schmidt, unadulterated hero worship filling his tearful eyes. 

“How did you FIND me?” Jason exclaimed. “And how are you even here?! I saw you shot at point blank at least two or three times!!” 

To Jason’s surprise, his normally stoic and irascible police partner looked downright embarrassed, the handsome veteran cop blushing and refusing to meet the younger man’s eyes. 

“Well,” Matthew said, seeming to find a hard time finding the right words, “when you first started on the force, I didn’t take you seriously. I thought you were just some pretty boy gym bunny, wanting to be a macho cop to impress all of the ladies. When you got assigned to be my new partner, I was silently cursing at first, thinking you’d never last a month.” 

“But then as I got to know you, I realized that you were serious about becoming a cop. A good cop. And that you had the makings to be a GREAT cop. I was just worried that your good looks and huge muscle body would attract the wrong sort of attention. So I, er,… I planted a tracking device on your utility belt!” 

Jason’s stunning blue eyes grew wide at this revelation, but Matthew continued. “Imagine my surprise when it turned out you weren’t into the ladies at all, but were into dudes instead. I tracked you to a series of gay bars downtown on several different nights.” 

Now it was Jason’s turn to blush, looking away from Officer Schmidt’s steel gray eyes and expecting the veteran cop to reject him at any moment. 

“And that’s part of the reason why I’ve been so gruff with you, Jason,” Matthew continued, looking away from the younger, bigger man as he and the other officers finally untied the last bond holding Jason in place. “You see, I’m gay, too, and I’ve been carrying a major flame for you from the moment that we met, and it’s only gotten worse as I’ve gotten to know you. The only way I could be around you and function as a cop was to keep things completely business between us. But now I guess that cat is out of the bag!” 

Jason couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and his heart began to race in his enormous chest. All this time, he thought his partner hated him, when in fact he was secretly attracted to him?!?! 

“Oh, and as for how I survived those gun shots?” Officer Matthew Schmidt said, lifting up his uniform shirt to reveal the most incredible set of chiseled abdominal muscles and thick, beefy pecs that Jason had ever seen, coated with just the right amount of coarse blond body hair. A trio of angry red and purple bruises marred all of that masculine, burly beauty. “Kevlar armor,” Matthew continued. “I never go out on the job without it. Stops bullets cold, but hurts like a motherfucker! The doctors refused to let me leave the hospital at first, saying something about cracked ribs or some other such nonsense, but I told them I HAD to leave to start searching for my partner!” 

Matt’s revelations, plus the overwhelmingly gorgeous sight of the veteran officer’s massively muscular torso unveiled for the very first time, was simply too much for young Jason to take. The huge muscle stud came spontaneously, his huge horse cock belching out a freshly whipped batch of his thick bull cum. 

Thus it was that Officer Schmidt was shot at point blank range for the second time in less than 24 hours, though this time the lead bullets were replaced by far, far bigger slugs of chunky hunk spunk. 

“Thank you,” Jason said in a husky grumble, those two words summing up so many of the feelings that were surging inside of him at that moment. Matt just stood there in shocked surprise, still holding his uniform shirt up as his magnificent torso was struck again and again and again by scorching hot globs of thick man chowder. Jason then leaned forward, wrapped one of his enormously powerful arms around the smaller man’s body, and crushed their bodies together. As their lips met in a deep and passionate kiss, Jason’s throbbing bull cock continued to pulse out huge jets of his powerful seed, literally gluing their two naked torsos together with a mortar of impossibly thick and chunky stud sperm. 

With a smile and a wink, one of the other cops led the rest of the officers out of the tiny cabin, pulling the half-shattered door closed behind them and leaving the two big muscle men alone with each other… 

********

The incident and following trial drew national media attention, making young Officer Jason Allen an unwilling celebrity. The sensational story, plus the young man’s movie star good looks, fantastically muscular body, and natural modesty and charm, made Jason a media darling, and it took a long while for the news to turn to other items and give the young man his life back. 

Fortunately, the cops were somehow able to conceal from the media the fact that Jason was hung like some sort of prehistoric beast. If word had gotten out about THAT particular set of facts, Jason would never have had a private life ever again! 

All three of his assailants received heavy jail time, and all were sent to separate penitentiaries. Rumor was that they had all been on the receiving end of some of the very same attentions they had paid on young Jason, particularly the angelic-looking pretty boy Sebastian. The saying was apparently true — it wasn’t a good thing to be too handsome in prison… 

Jason’s body made a far faster recovery than his emotions and his spirit. The cuts, lacerations, and bruises had all completely healed in just over a week, and his phenomenal body was as strong and tough as ever. 

There were a few permanent physical reminders of Jason’s nightmare night in that log cabin, however. For one thing, both his cock and his balls had permanently grown from the experience. Jason’s formerly 16-inch boner now broke even more records, stretching the measuring tape to just a smidgen over 18.5 mind blowing inches. And his titanic bollocks, which had already been perhaps the largest human balls in the world at the size of extra large grapefruits, were now permanently bloated to the size of ripe, heavy cantaloupes. 

Those blue ribbon bull balls also remained covered in thick, tortured veins, readily visible through his silky smooth nutsac, apparently the result of having had his huge nuts starved for oxygen and nutrients for such an extended period of time. Jason’s entire nutsac, and indeed his crotch as well, were also now permanently devoid of body hair, the result of the brutal electrocution Jason’s genitals had received at the hands of his three assailants. 

Last but not least, the unspeakably brutal stretching inflicted on Jason’s mammoth balls had resulted in some permanent elongation to his already impressive natural dangle. Jason’s humongous and seed-heavy balls now never hung any less than 6 inches from his crotch, and in warm weather or when especially relaxed could easily stretch to TWICE that distance! While such an enormous dangle might be an incredibly erotic sight to some — two melon-sized bull bollocks hanging impossibly low by a narrow neck of scrotal skin — the increased hang caused Jason no end of problems. He’d lost track of the number of times his huge nuts had accidentally plopped into the cold water of a toilet bowl. Hell, he’d lost track of the number of times he’d SAT on his balls, the bulk of his enormously muscular 350 pounds threatening to crush his huge stud nuts completely flat. He had to wear specially reinforced briefs just to keep his balls from slapping against his legs or getting crushed between his massive thighs, and boxers, let alone going commando, were now completely out of the question… 

But there WAS one unquestionably good thing that had come out of Jason’s hot summer night encounter with the three murderous punks. He moved in with Matt within a month of the incident, and the pair had become partners both on and off the force, in every sense of the term. The stunningly handsome couple were not only one of the best cop duos in the entire force, but one of the happiest as well. 

And their nightly love-making sessions were the stuff of legend… 

The Ravaging of Giovanni - Original Version

“The Ravaging of Giovanni” By
Jotto

        Eager to improve on his bodybuilding and martial arts skills with the use of steroids, Giovanni reports to the doctor's private laboratory located in the abandon industrial park. Giovanni walks in to the dingy and musky office, and is immediately intimidated by Dr. Onan’s presence. Giovanni’s five foot and eight inch Filipino body is buff and well defined, but the doctor is a powerhouse of muscle easily twice his size.  The doctor was equally impressed with Giovanni, specifically, the sizable bulge of his manhood pressing against the inside of his blue jean cut-offs.  The one size to small tank top Giovanni was wearing showcased a major set of guns and did the best it could to cover his chiseled chest.  The doctor knew immediately that he was indeed the perfect subject for his experiments.

     “Hi, I’m Giovanni, my sensei sent me…”
       
     “Strip” Dr. Onan’s Russian accent interrupts him.
       
     “What?”
    
     ”Strip.”
    
     “Hey dude, I just came here to get…connected.  You know, steroids”
    
     “Not without exam.  Strip.”

        Giovanni ponders leaving for a moment, but it took him too long to get hooked up with this guy since his last contact got arrested, so he begins to strip by kicking off his flip-flops.  Just three undersized articles of clothing kept the boy from breaking laws against nudity.  As Giovanni peals the clothing from his muscular body, each reveal confirms the doctor’s judgment of his capacity. When Giovanni is down to just his jock strap, the doctor almost loses his composure at the sight of what he knows will soon be the next trophy on his wall.  The pouch of the athletic supporter is stretched well beyond its design limits as his carefully balanced privates roll and peek out from the sides of the skimpy garment.  As Giovanni pushes off this last little bit of clothing, his freakishly huge cock and balls are revealed.  His colossal testicles drop, fully extending his scrotum until the sack is tight.  A phallus with enormous girth and significant length, heaves forward and swings low, seeming to inhale as it comes to rest above his knees.  As the boy shifts his weight, the Herculean cock sways gently against a set of hefty balls that roll across muscular thighs.  Giovanni's unclad body stands proudly before Dr. Onan.  Years of Judo and bodybuilding have turned him into a Filipino god of tight flesh and rippling muscle.  Dr. Onan swiftly walks over to Giovanni and harpoons him in his ass with a syringe.

     “Fuck, that hurt!  What was that?”

     “Vitamin cocktail.”

     “How about a little warning next time, Doc?”  The boy protests.

     With a quick grasp on his shoulder Dr. Onan marches the boy out another door.  Giovanni, now nude and stripped of dignity, is guided down a long and dark hallway.  His bare feet stumble over the uneven floors and through puddles of water.  Unknowingly, a cow being lead off to slaughter.  Onan can’t keep his eyes of Giovanni’s privates as the boy’s thighs play a naughty game of tennis with his thick penis.  As he walks his legs paddle the plump head of his cock back and forth.  Giovanni is put off by the condition of the building.

     “What a Dump.”

     “Yes, but rent is cheap.”

        "Where are we going?"

        "To finish the testing." Dr. Onan's response is curt.

        "What about my clothes?" Giovanni asks.

        "You won't need them any more."

        Giovanni is spooked, "What did you mean by that?  I think I’ll go home now."

        "Amazing how a stack of muscles like you can be such a pussy."


     That shuts up Giovanni as they walk into a dilapidated room that is lit by a small dingy window and a glass door.   The boy recognizes his jeep through the window and thinks of making a nude sprint for his car. 

     “Is that your vehicle?”  Onan asks.

     “Yeah, I didn’t know where the front door was.  I had to walk around this whole building.  If you give me a minute, I can park it in a better spot.”

     “It can wait.”

     As Giovanni’s eyes adjust to the dim conditions, he sees a metal butchers table, an old desk and a chair are the only furnishings.  Water boils frantically in a coffeepot.  Giovanni becomes anxious not only by this site, but from the smell as well.  A scent that is more familiar to an adult movie theater.  The doctor guides the stud against the table and falls to his knees confronting Giovanni's raw beauty and his exposed massive manhood.  With firm hands, he rolls Giovanni's huge penis between his fingertips.  Giovanni is dismayed by the aggressive handling of his goods, but is willing to put up with the doctor’s antics to get the drugs he wants.
       
     "Never have I seen genitalia of such gross excess" Dr. Onan quietly remarks.

     "You can thank my father for that" is Giovanni's sheepish reply.

     “Your sizable ham and eggs would make an excellent addition to any collection of hunting trophies mounted on a wall.”

     “Yeah, right.”  Giovanni laughs nervously, but little does he know the doctor was not kidding.  That is exactly what Onan has planned for the boy’s manly package.

     “Have ever considered doing adult video?”

     “Dr. Onan, really.”

     “Nothing to be shamed of.  I have many clients in that line of work.”

     “Well if you must know, some old guy once paid me a lot of money to jack-off at a nude beach while he video taped me.”

     “Ah yes, you’re the one on rock surrounded by waves while doing fellatio on yourself.  I thought to recognized you.”

     “You mean that old fuck is showing that tape around town?”

     “Actually, selling many copies for big price, on web-site”

     “Well fuck me!  I’m going to kill that bastard.”

     Dr. Onan laughs, “You already porn star and did not know.”

     “And I thought he was doing me a favor when he gave me a copy.”

     Dr. Onan then brushes his meat to one side and starts juggling his voluminous balls with both hands.  After a few minutes, the doctor pulls out his stethoscope and holds it to Giovanni’s sack.  He asks the boy to cough and as Giovanni complies, his nuts wiggle in the doctor’s hand.

     "Perfect.  Absolutely perfect for the needs of my pets."  Onan mutters.

        "What was that, Doctor?"

        "I was not talking to you."

   After minutes of this, the doctor releases his hold on the boy.  With a touch to Giovanni's hip, Dr. Onan guides the nude stack of muscles to turn away and face the exam table.  As the stud turns, he starts to feel lightheaded. 

     “Hey dude, what vitamins did you say were in that shot?  I don’t feel right.”

     The doctor doesn’t answer as he places one hand on Giovanni’s thigh and the other on his back, guiding the dizzy boy to bend over the examination table.  The doctor's firm touch makes Giovanni compliant as he grabs onto the cold metal of the table.  The underdeveloped muscle in Giovanni’s head begins to suspect that there were more than vitamins in that shot.  Dr. Onan stands, places one hand on the back of the studs neck, licks the long middle finger on his other hand, and then without warning or permission, plunges his finger into Giovanni's tight muscular ass. Giovanni lurches and tries to brake free, but the doctor's single digit grip has great authority.
       
     "Ow!  Hey!  What are you doing to me?”  Giovanni shouts out.

        "Relax, boy while I examine you.  This probe will only take several minutes."

     After ten minutes of fingering the stud’s manhole, the doctor finally pulls his finger out of Giovanni's ass and surreptitiously raises his hand to his nose and takes in the boy's perfume for a moment.  Then he sucks on what little of Giovanni's juices accumulated on his trespassing digit.  Then with two fingers, the doctor fiercely reenters the boy’s ass.  Giovanni recoils and tries to stand, but the doctor over powers him and forces him face down on to the cold metal of the table.

     “Hey!  That really hurts!”

     "Shut up, boy!"

     “This ain’t cool!  Take your fingers out of my ass now, you mother fucker!”

     “Take like man and learn to like it, muscle boy.”

     Secure in the knowledge that his prey is now properly sedated, the doctors fingering becomes more aggressive as his long and thick digits painfully pop the Filipino’s cherry.  Giovanni refuses to believe his body is being violated like this.  He struggles helplessly with huge muscles that are now too weak from the drugs.  The pain of insertion gives way to the odd sensation of an uncaring probe removing any last trace of virginity that Giovanni may have had. Then the doctor finds what he has barbarically been searching for and presses down with great force on Giovanni's prostate.  With youthful autonomic response, the boy's body responds quickly with an erection. 

     “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

     “I think I am having fun.”  Onan laughs.

     “What?  Oh, no fucking way.”

     Giovanni can no longer deny what is taking place on and in his body.  The once proud assemblage of muscles starts to quiver like a frightened schoolgirl as he realizes that he is being, RAPED!  Giovanni takes what’s left of his strength and tries to break free once more, but he is now as frail as a kitten.  All the boy can do is scream.  But this little struggle still earns him the doctor’s ire.  Onan rips his fingers out of the boy’s glory hole and races around.  He whips off his belt and tightly binds Giovanni’s hands to the far edge of the table. 

     “Hey!  Don’t do this to me, man!  Okay, okay, wait a minute.  Untie me and I’ll do what ever you want.”  The boy pleads.

     “You already are doing what I want.”

     The doctor then pulls two sets of handcuffs out from the desk and locks the boy’s ankles down to the legs of the table.  Onan grabs him by his ponytail and yanks up his head.
    
     “Now you struggle all you want, you go nowhere!  I no more nice guy, I get busy on your man pussy now, boy!”

     As the doctor strolls back to the boy’s rear, he caresses the tight body and then slaps his firm ass for a while.  The boy distresses over his fate as the doctor punishes his hard buttocks until they’re bright red.  Onan then pulls a seat up to Giovanni’s ass and sits down for the feast he’s been looking forward to.  He buries his face into the boy’s ass and starts with a simple licking of his manhole.  His tongue digs deep into Giovanni’s glory.  As Onan revels in his feast, Giovanni fights off the thought that this new sensation actually feels good.  But all too soon, the boy screams out in pain as the smooth tongue gives way to vicious teeth that chew down on the Filipino dish.  The doctor spreads his butt-cheeks apart to the point of almost tearing Giovanni’s brown-eye open.  Onan sucks powerfully at the stud’s anus.  Giovanni feels like he’s being pulled inside out.  He is dizzy from his endless screaming and squirming.  The doctor flicks his tongue at the bits of anal flesh that are trapped between his teeth.  Desperately, Giovanni tries to fend off the doctor’s appetite by letting go of what’s left of his morning power meal.  But to Giovanni’s disgust, Onan chows down on the anal discharge like an undisciplined kid sucking on the end of a frozen yogurt machine.  The boy almost tosses his cookies at the thought of what Onan is doing, of what he is eating.  After Giovanni gives his all, the doctor wipes his lips with the back of his hand.

     “I love eating Asian.  Always so spicy.” Onan teases.

     “You disgusting sick fuck!  Oh please dude, just let me the fuck out of here and I wont say a thing to anyone!”

     “Shut up, boy.”

     Giovanni begs, “Just let me go and I’ll let you eat all of my shit!  I’ll shit as much as you want!  Huh, is that what you want from me?  I can do that for you!  I want too, really!  All the spicy shit you want!  Huh?”

     “Let me spell out for you.  You never leave here and your body now belongs to me!  This is the rest of your life.”

     Onan sticks his finger into Giovanni’s ass and pulls out a dollop of the boy’s shit.  He swings a hard punch in to Giovanni’s kidney.  As the stud cries out in agony, Onan shoves the slug of excrement into the boy’s mouth.  Giovanni gags to the point of barfing.  Copious amounts of vomit violently gush out from his mouth, flooding across the table and then pooling under his arms and chest.  Giovanni, still gagging on the taste of his own shit, starts to cry hysterically.

     “Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God help me!  I’m in hell!  I’m in hell!”

     Onan mocks him, “Oh poor baby, you did not like that?  Let’s see if you like this, my little cry baby.”

     The doctor reinserts his fingers into Giovanni’s anus, but this time he forces his whole hand into the boy’s ass.  Giovanni screams out in agony and panics uncontrollably as the doctor twists his fist around inside the stud.  The doctor reinserts his fist over and over, then faster and faster, until he’s doing it with the force of a boxer hitting a punching bag.  Each punch causes Giovanni’s walloping stiff cock to slap against the undercarriage of the table. The doctor’s free hand forces its way through Giovanni's thunderous thighs and callously grabs onto his nuts.  Onan yanks violently on his colossal family jewels to raise his ass higher, giving is fist deeper reach in to sobbing mass of beef. His cock swings like a pendulum across the surface of the table, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake.  Giovanni‘s expelled tears, mucus, and saliva coat a face that is red with pain. Judo never taught him how to get out of this hold.

        "Perfect.  Absolutely perfect." The doctor muses.

     Giovanni’s once tight and beautiful asshole is now a loose tenderized mess of blood and shit.  His glory hole is now so numb, that it allows the Filipino’s uncontrolled hysteria to simmer down to a steady painful moan.  The doctor eventually stops when he tiers of this exercise.  He releases his hold on Giovanni’s nuts and his limp body falls to the table pinning his hard cock between him and the cold metal.  Onan releases the cuffs from Giovanni’s ankles and spreads his legs causing them to drape towards the floor.  The fluids of Giovanni’s emotional breakdown glue his face to the table.  Onan reaches over to his desk and grabs a teapot of boiling water and pours it over Giovanni’s ass.  The near searing liquid burns its way into the open wounds that once was his anus. Giovanni starts screaming again, his body heaves violently and he raises his head to look back.  Onan swings the glass pot and smashes it over the boy’s head, knocking him senseless.  Blood gushes out from beneath his hair and mixes with his tears.

     “Don’t look pussy boy!  You cry like little girl you pussy boy!  You disgust me!  You have such big muscles but you cry like little pussy boy you are!  Go, cry, cry all you want, nobody hear you!  We all alone here in middle of nowhere!  Just you and me pussy boy!  Just you and me!

     Dr. Onan drops his pants, revealing a harden cock that almost rivals Giovanni’s huge phallus.  Without hesitation or lubrication, Onan fucks the boy’s numb ass.  As his body rolls around on his cock, the only indication Giovanni has of the violations taking place in his ass is the back and forth motions of his body causing his face to smear bloody and emotional juices across the table.  Shards of glass grind between his face and the cold hard metal of the table.  Giovanni’s huge balls madly slap against the table’s edge.  A face that could have launched a thousand ships now looks it has launch a thousand ships.  As painful and humiliating as it was to be fucked by a man, he was grateful it didn’t hurt as much as the fierce fisting he had received.  And as he started to convince himself that being fucked actually felt good, he was able to stop crying for a moment and catch his breath.  He then knew that there was only way for Onan to successfully get away with a crime of this magnitude. Giovanni realized that Onan has to kill him.  The logic was cold, simple and true.  With his beautiful body trashed, his humanity stripped away, and his manhood compromised, he did not wish to go on anymore.  Even if someone did manage to rescue him, what was there to rescue? Onan had successfully crushed Giovanni’s spirit.  Giovanni readied himself for the sweet release that only death could bring.  The boy closed his eyes as he drifted in to an unconscious bliss.

          It wasn’t until after Dr. Onan had shot his load that he realized his new sex toy had passed out.  He unties the hands and flips the limp heap of muscles on to its back.  Arms and legs spread out and daggle flaccid over the table’s edge.  The forced erection now towers majestically over its host’s body.  The doctor is astonished at the site of the excessively massive cock throbbing to the beat of a frantic heart.  With consternation, Onan grabs onto the mighty phallus, shakes it vigorously and then slaps it around for a while.  The cock remains rigid as a liberal amount of pre-cum surges from its tip.  The doctor aims the shaft of flesh at his mouth and samples a taste, and it is sweet.  Seminal fluid meanders down the side of the soaring cock like wax on a burning candle.  Both of the doctor’s hands reach out and work the clear fluid around the throbbing member. The massage becomes more and more energetic and then rude over the next half hour, until, the mountain of flesh erupts with a pearlescent magma.  A fountain of sperm floods a terrain of placid muscle.  Dr. Onan falls back when he’s hit by the persistent orgasm.  After nearly a minute, the torrent of semen throttles down to a trickle.  Rivers of white flow through valleys between muscles and then descend down cliffs of tight flesh, forming pools of life generating juices around the unconscious body.  Dr. Onan wipes the boy’s sperm from his face and is greatly disturbed by what he’s just witnessed.
         
     “What are you, boy?  Are you a god or just a freak of nature?  What or who created that monster between your legs?  I will cut off that beast of yours and take it for my own!”

     Onan grapples the mighty cock and pulls a switchblade from his back pocket.  The blade springs open as he holds it against the base of the shaft.  Just as he’s about to cut the member free from its owner, he calms down and reconsiders the mutilation about to take place.

     “No, not yet. I need you intact for the experiment.  I will deal with you later.”

     Onan puts his blade away and wheels the table and its contents out to the deserted street.  The doctor walks back to the office, leaving the emasculated body to bake in the hot summer sun.  As the minutes pass by, the bodily fluids that coat the young flesh start to crust over. The proud cock slowly relaxes, coming to rest on a bed of chiseled abs.   Flies congregate on the body and concentrate their efforts around the face and groin.  Just as they start to feast, the insects are frightened off by a spray of water from a hose in Onan’s clutches.  He returns to wash off the mess that was Giovanni.  The water turns the dry fluids into a pink tea that cascade off the table and to the gutters beyond.  The water also brings the boy back to this world.

     Giovanni slowly opens his eyes.  With the cool water flowing across his body and the bright light in his eyes, he thinks he is entering heaven.  But then his view of the sun is replaced with the face of Dr. Onan.

     “You awake now?  Here, have drink.”

     Onan shoves the hose into the boy’s mouth.  As he chokes on the water, Giovanni hasn’t the strength or desire to fight back and lies limp and spread-eagle in the midday sun. He hopes the water will drown him as Onan washes the cruel morning from his ravaged body.  The doctor’s ruff hands scrub away at his muscles, his face and spends some time on his hefty package.  The hose is then crammed up his ass washing out Onan’s residue.  Then he feels the doctor’s hands clamp around his neck as the flow of air to his lungs is cut off.  Is this the death that Giovanni has been looking forward too?  Dr. Onan looks into the boy’s eyes.

     “You go to sleep now.”

     “Kill me.  Please, kill me.” Giovanni pleads.

     “No boy, that honor belongs to something else.”

     As Giovanni’s world fades to black, he looks at the sun for what he knows will be his last time.  In what seemed to be a blink of an eye, Giovanni awakes sometime later to a new world that is dark and filled with lights coming from machines.  As he slowly regains his senses, he sees that he is still naked.  Thick metal shackles around his arms and legs restrain him vertically to a huge steel pipe in the middle of this room.  His time out has allowed a filament of hope to return to him.  However, that hope may be short-lived as the familiar figure of Dr. Onan emerges from the shadows.  As the doctor approaches, Giovanni starts to cry and tries to squirm out of restraints that are much stronger than him.  Onan casually reaches out and handles Giovanni’s impressive man-meat.

     “It is pity you have to die.  I would like to tame this beast of yours before I cut it off from your body.

     Giovanni doesn’t believe what he just heard. “WHAT?”

     Onan pulls out his knife and holds it to the boy’s face.  “When I done with your body and you are dying, I will stick this blade into your body just behind scrotum.”

     Onan demonstrates with his other hand as he jabs Giovanni in that very spot with his fingertips.  “Then I slice back and forth and work the blade up through your body, cutting your manhood free from your loins.  Then I use my taxidermist skills to preserve and mount your impressive genitals to a beautiful piece of wood.  And I will even hang in the right center of my trophy wall, a true place of honor for such a proud addition to my collection.  Oh, I wish you could see it”

     Giovanni starts to hyperventilate as fear of his fait sets in.  Onan pockets his knife, reaches out and strokes the boy’s massive but flaccid cock.

     “You like me to rub you out one last orgasm before you are dead?”

        "You God damned mother fucker.  I hope you rot in hell you perverted..."

        But Giovanni's ranting and attempts to escape are cut short when Dr. Onan pulls a remote control out of his pocket and thumbs the center button.  A low but powerful electrical current surges through the boy's body.  All of his huge muscles are frozen in a permanent flex by the electricity that races from cuff to cuff by way of his body.  Dr. Onan takes the rest of the day to enjoy the view of Giovanni's weighty package joggling to the motions of his electrocuted body.  Giovanni glares at the doctor and tries to spit at him every now and then, but the best he can do is drool. 

     Many hours later, Onan walks over to the vibrating heap of young muscles, and begins to molest him for a while.  Giovanni can barely feel the doctor’s violations through all the pain.  Finally, Onan smiles and walks out of the room. Giovanni occupies his time with thoughts of escape and revenge as he pisses on himself for a third time.  But then those thoughts are interrupted by the sound of two sets of footsteps coming down the hall.  Dr. Onan walks into the room followed by Giovanni's sensei.  Giovanni can't believe his eyes, but there he is.  The two men then turn and kiss each other passionately in full view of Giovanni.  The betrayal becomes all too apparent and hopelessness challenges him once again.  Giovanni's sensei was the one who sent him here and the only one who knew where he was going.  The doctor uses the remote to reduce the electrocution to half power, giving Giovanni the opportunity to express himself through the tears.

        "How could you Sensei?  WHY?" Giovanni cries out.

     Sensei coldly replies, "For our perverse pleasures, my boy.  And ever since I saw that video of yours, the one where you eat yourself and devour all three of your own ejaculations, I knew you would be perfect for our desires.”

     "But Sensei!" Giovanni sobs.  “You took me in as your own son. You personally trained me for years to be one of the best.  And I grew to loved you like the father I never…”
    
     With Judo precision, the sensei shuts up Giovanni with a bludgeoning back of the hand to his face.
     “You have never been anything more than this to me, just some dumb animal that has been fed and primed for slaughter.  This moment is what I’ve been training you for.”
    
     Giovanni rambles hysterically. “You’re lying!  You loved me!  You said so!  You can’t mean this!”

     The sensei makes way as the doctor wheels over an aquarium.  Dozens of slug like creatures cling to the walls of the tank.

     Giovanni pleads more desperately now.  “Tell me what I did wrong and I’ll be a good boy!  Please Sensei, please!  I’ll make it right!  I’ll do what ever you want!  Oh God, this can’t be happening to me!”
    
     Dr. Onan plucks out a handful of the leeches and walks over to Giovanni.  The sensei takes one and holds it up to his student's face for one last lesson.

     “They are semen leeches, the doctor will insert them into that huge cock of yours.  They will claw their way to those man-milk producing orbs between your legs.  There, they will latch on and feed on your sperm until their bodies have become fully distended."

     "Oh God, oh God, oh God, this can’t be happening to me!”  Giovanni prays.

     The doctor adds, "Don't worry, the pain of their migration should drive you insane and then make your heart fail long before they become fully engorged.  It's quite Zen-like really, your body continuing to provide pleasure and sustenance long after its death.

     Desperately, Giovanni asks, "Why, Sensei?  Why are you doing this to me?"

        Sensei instructs him, "Giovanni, you know the art we practice is largely about enduring pain.  So, the next logical step after that is the enjoyment of pain.  And with the ability to enjoy high levels of pain comes, rapture.  But since such enjoyment is usually accompanied by death, we must be content to only witness such pleasure.  But you, my prodigy, will know this rapture.  And you are our conduit to that exalted and divine level of emotion.  Goodbye, Giovanni"

     Giovanni is consumed by disbelief and desperation.  The sensei hands the semen leech back to Dr. Onan.  Dr. Onan walks over to Giovanni and kneels before him.  Giovanni tries to regain control of his body from the electricity running through him one more time, but he can't even manage to unclench his fist.  The doctor takes hold of Giovanni's ample phallus and guides a semen leech to its maw.  The leech doesn't take to Giovanni at first, but once the doctor massages some seminal fluid out of the boy, the leech quickly takes the scent.

     Desperately, Giovanni cries out, "Oh God, this is not happening!  Please don't do this to me!  I'll do anything you..."

        Giovanni's last plea is cut off by his own screams, as the semen leech digs in and starts to claw its way up his dick.  The pain is unlike anything he's ever experienced.  How could so much pain come from such a little creature?  The leech's tiny claws dig in quick and hard, shredding the inner walls of Giovanni's cock.  It then swiftly squeezes its entire body inside the doomed boy's penis.  Giovanni can feel the beast is now half way up his member and can hardly breath through his screaming.  The boy dares to look down and can make out the leech's stirrings through the thick flesh of his meat.  And the sight of blood dripping out of his penis is more than he can bear.  Extreme pressure quickly builds up in his head as the pain causes massive synaptic discharge, overloading the neurons of his brain.  He can feel his psyche starting to slip away as he becomes delirious and confused. 

     Giovanni regains control of his thoughts just long enough to see his cock is engorged to its full glory.  An erection caused by the current location of the leech in his reproductive system, but the added pressure is killing him.  The doctor coaxes a second semen leech in to his ruined manhood.  Giovanni tries to look away as the second leech enters him.  The pain of the two leeches ravaging his manhood almost proves too much for him as he chokes on his tongue.  The sensei quickly reaches into Giovanni’s mouth and straightens out the oral muscle, allowing the boy to breath.

     The sensei commands him, “Not yet my son.  You have a ways to go first.”

     He can feel the first leech reaching the base of his scrotum while the second does even more damage to the deep recesses of his loins.  Just as he thought it was impossible for the pain to get worse, the first leech reaches his right testicle and bites down hard.  This new level of pain pushes Giovanni far beyond his grasp on this reality.  Everything he knows and everything he is drift away as the overcharged neurons start to burn out like bulbs on an old string of Christmas lights.  The over pressured blood vessels in his brain burst like fireworks.  And just as the last neurons wither away, his screaming stops.  Giovanni now knows the euphoria, ecstasy and rapture that his sensei spoke of, the nirvana that exists only on that fine line between life and death.  Then all to soon, these precious last thoughts fade away.  Even though the body breathes and the heart beats on, Giovanni is gone.  What little of his brain that survives is like that of a feebleminded dog.

     Dr. Onan and the sensei have mad torrid sex at the foot of the silent shrine that was Giovanni.  As the two men are about to finish up, Dr. Onan notices, much to his surprise, Giovanni's heart is kept pumping by a brain that is now nothing more than a triple A battery.  Not being ones to pass on perverted opportunities, the two men release the stack of muscles from the restraints and leash him up like the dog he’s become.  They guide this sexual beast of burden over to a bed in the next room.  Though blood still courses through Giovanni's body, the only signs of brain activity come from his ability to walk and feel to pain. Pain caused by the semen leeches that continue to feed on the retarded stud’s balls.  Giovanni's body was now part of their perversions as the two of them took turns fucking his beautiful ass.  Forcing a blowjob out of a nearly comatose Giovanni was easy with the use of a special rig applied to the boy’s mouth.  And this macabre three-way went on for days and then weeks. The sensei and the doctor become captivated by the boy’s ability to survive the constant and vigorous abuses and violations that are done to his body.  Eventually, they invite a few privileged friends over to join in and have a crack at him.

     Once the leeches have had their fill, they leave the way they came.  Though mostly brain-dead, the boy reacts violently to the leech’s exodus and even more again when Dr. Onan introduces new leeches into the dumb boy’s massive cock.  Now nothing more than a breathing sex toy, he spends his last few days tied to the end of a leash, at the feet of his masters.  A beast of sexual burden, he unconsciously takes on the severe abuse, pain and humiliation dispensed from his owners.  Whips, paddles and chains are his only stimuli.  The semen leeches are his pets.  The electrocution post is his bed.  His body is repeatedly given over to the depraved and perverted aristocracy who are more than delighted to abuse his body.  His geyser-like ejaculations are the stuff of local folklore and worship, as many believe his sperm to have youth preserving properties.  The late Giovanni encouraged worship of his collection of muscles and genitalia, and was now unable to protest the pain and suffering inflicted on to his young and tight brown flesh. 

     Every so often, the doctor and the sensei would let this beast that was once a young man out of his kennel, and wash him down with a fire hose.  They would take it for walks and feed it dog food in between its sexual duties.  Once every morning, they attach a sump pump to the boy’s morning wood too suck out a pure sample of his semen for future cloning efforts.  On two occasions, they release the boy into the woods.  Then with bow and arrow, hunted him down like the beast he’d become.  This goes on for three weeks until the semen leeches, constant abuses and sexual performances take their toll on the sex toy’s body.  The slovenly stud’s heart starts to give out.  Too weak to move or even have a prolonged erection, it has out lived its usefulness to the doctor and the sensei.   

     The doctor fulfills the destiny he had earlier reveled to the boy, to collect a souvenir of their time together.  Onan binds the living sex toy to the electrocution post and electrifies him one last time.  The muscles of the sex beast tighten up as its eyes roll back.  And then, like a master thespian taking one last bow, the mighty phallus swells up to its full glory and becomes erect one last time.  Onan whips out his pocketknife, takes a chokehold on the young man's junk and prepares to slice it from the once proud body.  As the knife is shoved through the base of his ball sack and then his cock, the boy lets out a blood-curdling scream that bellows out of the building and echoes through the surrounding valley.  As Onan’s blade exits the body just above the base of the penis, the screaming stops.  Blood drains out of the boy and coats the floor.  The beautiful olive brown tone of his skin slowly fades to a deadlier hue.  The doctor looks up to a pair of eyes that seem to be looking back at him.  Could it be one last glimmer of Giovanni, the doctor ponders.  With both hands, he holds the severed and still erect genitals up to the boy’s face and presses them against his lips.

     Onan offers the boy one last perversion.  “You like to kiss them good bye?”

     A tear rolls down Giovanni’s cheek as he takes one last breath and spits on Onan’s face. 

     Onan laughs, “You earned that.  Now go to sleep.  It’s all over.”

     The doctor turns off the electrocution post and the boy’s muscle simmer down to a dead calm.  Giovanni's last protest is nothing more than a couple of flinches across his body and the last few beats of his heart as his head rests into his chest.   Giovanni's burial is short and covert.  They place the naked and ravaged body in his jeep and drive it over to a nearby wrecking yard, where both beautiful bodies of Giovanni and his jeep are crushed and folded into a net little cube.  Later that night, with great care and craftsmanship, the doctor preserves and then mounts Giovanni’s huge manhood to a plaque.  He hangs his new artwork on the center of his wall, beside his diplomas, precious keepsakes and other trophies. 

     Those of you wishing to pay your last respects to Giovanni can either visit his cock and balls hanging in Onan’s house, at your own risk of course.  Or can visit his body at the sensei's backyard where Giovanni, and twenty-one other cubes of former students and their cars, have been arranged to form a shrine, a shrine honoring all those that have their lives stolen while testing the ultimate limits of pain and pleasure.  The sensei is currently looking for his next prodigy.