Castration Warehouse - Part 8

Castration Warehouse - Part Eight

Based on an original story by RackTheSack 

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The blond muscle giant walked over to the peg board and selected a flogger, tossing it to one of the other big men. He then selected three more and tossed them to his remaining compatriots before choosing one for himself. Each flogger had a stout handle made of hardwood, while the business end of each torture implement varied in design — some had dozens of simple strips of supple black leather, one was a tough, braided band of rawhide, and the last, carried by Mitch himself, was a two-inch-wide strip of thick and pliable black leather that was just over a foot long, like a short but very thick belt. 

Mitch walked back over to Jack and knelt in front of the bound muscle stud. The handsome young hunk whimpered as the big blond reached up with both massive hands to cradle the lad’s badly bruised balls. Even this light touch caused Jack to flinch in pain, a weak moan escaping his beautiful lips as Mitch began to once again explore the massive testicles for any signs of internal damage. The muscle giant prodded and palpated both enormous orbs, even lightly crushing them against one another, looking for any flaws or injuries. Finding none, Mitch nodded approvingly and said, “No signs of any real damage yet. Very impressive, Jack! Most men’s balls would be showing signs of weakness or even failure at this point, but not your colossal cajones! I’ll bet these big boys are of yours are mighty sore, though, aren’t they?” Mitch looked up with a mocking grin at the bound hunk, giving both of his battered bollocks a few half-strength squeezes and making the lad’s breathtakingly handsome face scrunch up in fresh pain. The big man chuckled as he finally released Jack’s profoundly aching balls and stood back up. 

As with the paddles, two men took up positions behind the big bound lad, with the other three in front. Jack was quietly sobbing in despair, already exhausted by his ordeal, but knowing that the worst was still to come. And he was right. 

The flogging began, the five men wasting no time as they lashed at Jack’s perfect, unblemished skin. His broad and densely muscled back, his magnificent protruding bulbous ass cheeks, and his incredibly wide and spectacularly thick and dense chest were the focus of three of the men, while the other two tag teamed his majestic 15.5-inch bull cock and fantastically huge low-hanging bollocks, alternating back and forth. But almost every part of the handsome jock’s phenomenal physique received attention from the floggers — his massive flexing arms, his straining boulder shoulders, his exquisitely chiseled flanks, his deep and surprisingly hairy armpits, his colossal quadriceps and equally massive hamstrings, the sharply formed eight-pack of his bulging abdominals, his astonishingly narrow and tight lower back, the backs of his bloated and deeply bifurcated calves that were the size of overinflated footballs. Even the soles of his tender and sensitive size 14 extra wide feet got their fair share of abuse. Only his ridiculously handsome face was spared the stinging bite of the floggers, upon the specific and strict direction of the client that had hired the men to perform this job, who had stated that no harm should come to the young man’s breathtakingly handsome features. 

Loud and beefy smacking and slapping sounds soon filled the large warehouse, accompanied by the weak moans and groans of the helpless and utterly exhausted muscle stud. The sharp, staccato sounds came fast and furious, the five big men eagerly and tirelessly painting Jack’s spectacularly beautiful body with fresh stripes from their leather floggers, heartily congratulating one another after a particularly well-aimed blow. 

While the rest of his bound body was nearly immobile, Jack’s package bounced and jiggled around most wildly with each powerful blow, spraying streams of crystal clear precum around in every direction as his monstrously hyper inflated cock continued to ooze and drool. The five other men were intensely, almost painfully, erect as well, their huge cocks flopping about as they eagerly delivered even more punishment to the anguished hunk. 

After ten minutes, Jack’s glorious body was glowing a bright cherry red from neck to toes. And after another hour or so, the poor lad’s entire body was a mess of angry welts, especially his chest, back, and ass. The hard nubs of Jack’s beautiful, succulent nipples — a favorite target for the men belting his body — were looking particularly the worse for wear, having become puffy and swollen to twice their normal size. But once more, it was Jack’s cock, and especially his balls, that had received the lion’s share of the abuse. 

A brief halt was called while Mitch once again knelt down to gauge the damage done thus far to Jack’s genitals. The young man’s cock and balls looked to be in sorry shape indeed, all puffy and swollen and battered and welted and bruised by over seven and a half hours of relentless abuse. Even a light touch from the man’s huge, calloused hands was exquisitely painful at this point, but Mitch was anything but gentle, roughly fondling and manhandling the poorly-used man meat. The big blond bull was not satisfied by what he found, for all of Jack’s injuries were still largely superficial. “Alright guys,” he said to the rest of his team, “you three take a break while we step it up a notch on the lad’s cock and balls.” 

Mitch and another one of the big men began again, but this time with even greater ferocity and viciousness, putting their whole bodies into each devastating blow. Jack bucked and strained against his restraints with renewed energy, the blows feeling like they were shredding his beautiful manhood apart. 

With all of the focus on Jack’s genitals and no one lashing his back, another of the men lubed up his cock again and gave the young stud’s magnificently muscular ass another pounding. Since the man had blown one load up Jack’s ass already, his second fucking was marginally less violent and brutal, but on the downside, the big man lasted a lot longer. The fucking seemed to go on for an eternity, as Jack’s cock and balls continued to be pelted with incredibly brutal blows from the leather belt and flogger, and Jack longed for the blessed release of unconsciousness. But unfortunately, the young jock was just too ferociously tough, too insanely strong, to mercifully black out, even as the pain in his mangled genitals continued to grow. 

The prolonged hammering of his bruised and ill-used prostate finally sent Jack into his eleventh orgasm of the night, which proved to be his most painful load yet. His massive nuts clenched and spasmodically convulsed as they were forced to cough up even more of their precious cargo. His mighty bull cock heaved and lurched as it shot out several dozen more staggeringly copious ropes of thick jock jizz, coating even more of the concrete floor with his chunky pearlescent spew. It seemed categorically impossible that one man’s balls, no matter how huge, could contain even ONE such mammoth bull load, let alone eleven (and counting) in just one evening! The hunky and spectacularly muscular kid was simply a pure GOD of sex! 

The big man rooting around inside Jack’s ass came at the same time, triggered by the incredibly powerful flexing of the young man’s guts around his invading cock. Jack’s rectum was so overloaded with cum at this point that the man’s lush pulses of sperm were squirting out of the young man’s ass and running down the insides of his enormously muscular and perfectly chiseled legs in thick and gloopy rivers. 

And STILL Mitch and his companion continued to pummel Jack’s drooling cock and quivering balls long after his orgasm was complete, really tearing into them and threatening to shred them to ribbons. But the sturdy and incredibly resilient young stud endured, even though his mind was nearly ripped apart by the unending agony. 

Once more, Mitch called a halt to the flogging and inspected the damage. He focused mostly on Jack’s nearly cantaloupe-sized bollocks, rolling them around in his hands and giving them firm experimental squeezes. After a thorough inspection, he turned to his fellows and said, “Well lads, I’m sorry to say that we have a lot more work to do before we can nut this boy. His balls are just too damn tough! I think it’s time to break out the canes.” 

Jack let out a soft, whimpering sob, the abject despair on his face almost making him look like a small helpless child, as he braced himself for even greater abuse to come. 

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. 

Marine Corp Meat - Part 2

Marine Corp Meat, Part 2

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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As Corporal Matt Schmidt was marched into the hot interior of the Russian cargo plane, he saw that both sides of the plane were lined with large steel cages, perhaps two dozen in all. Each cage was occupied by a naked and muscular young man, all of them wearing American-issue dog tags. The caged and naked men all had traditional military haircuts, and some even had the Marine Corp globe, anchor, and eagle tattooed on their muscular shoulder or bulging bicep. All of the caged servicemen were young, hung, and exceptionally well built, ranging in age from late teens to perhaps mid twenties. None of the young men were as massive as the 6’5”, 380+ pound muscle beast with the fourteen-inch bull cock and grapefruit-sized stud balls, of course, but a few of them came surprisingly close. 

The oppressive heat caused all of the men to be drenched in sweat, and the musky odor of unwashed males permeated the large room. 

The well abused and thickly muscled Marine was marched into the center of the cargo hold, where a thick steel cable was hanging from the ceiling. A large hook was located on the end of the cable, and the Russian soldiers placed the hook through the chains binding Matt’s hands behind his back, and then began to sadistically hoist the young muscle giant upward. With his arms still bound behind his back, Lance Corporal Matt Schmidt’s massive iron-pumped body was strung up in the air strappado style until his big naked feet cleared the floor by a good five or six inches. His enormous pectoral, shoulder, and arm muscles stretched and strained as they endured the excruciatingly painful medieval torture suspension, wrenching fresh agonies from his already battered and poorly-used muscles. 

The powerful Marine clenched his chiseled jaw as a deep rumble emanated from the depths of his enormous chest, but he refused to cry out in pain. For the average man, this sort of suspension could quickly result in the dislocation of both shoulders… and most men didn’t weigh anywhere CLOSE to 380+ pounds of dense and rock solid muscle, nor did they have close to ANOTHER 50 pounds hanging from their aching, stretched-out nuts!! Fortunately for Matt, he was as fearsomely strong as he was immensely muscular, so he endured the agonizing stretch to his upper torso as stoically as he had all of his many previous torments. 

Despite the agony in his shoulders and upper body, young Matt’s defiant bull cock was still as raging hard as ever, the thick veins coursing up and down its colossal length looking like they could burst through his skin at any moment. The gaping slit in the swollen, reddish-purple head of his massive, fourteen-inch hardon was dripping with even more of his thick and milky precum, even though he had just finished a marathon masturbation and ejaculation session not fifteen minutes earlier! The dude was simply a colossal rutting BEAST of sex!! 

The laughing Russian soldiers playfully swatted at Matt’s straining and throbbing horse cock, each slap causing a sharp sting to the tender and raw tissues of his gargantuan dong, but not causing its rigidity to flag in the slightest. On the contrary, such rough abuse to his mammoth cock was turning the huge and hung Marine on something fierce, and he could feel the beginnings of yet another mighty orgasm starting to boil inside his massive balls. 

One of the soldiers grabbed hold of the chain hanging down from Matt’s behemoth balls, and then gave it a sharp tug, yanking the young bull’s straining nuts down even farther than ever! Matt barked in surprise and pain as his mighty stones were stretched impossibly far from his body, exceeding five inches from his thickly-muscled crotch! The soldier pulled even harder STILL, making the humongous testicles bulge even LARGER at the very bottom of their sac, quickly turning an even darker purple as a convoluted tracery of veins erupted all over their surface! The maliciously laughing Russian soldier was testing the very limits of the thick fleshy tethers connecting the Marine’s hulking bull balls to his immensely muscular body, and he was in very real danger of ripping those fantastic bollocks right off of his body!! 

At the same time, another soldier grabbed the thin chain linking the two alligator clips together and gave them a sharp tug, pulling the tightly clamped nipples more than an inch out from the young man’s herculean chest and causing the sharp teeth of the clips to bite even deeper! 

That was all the young Lance Corporal could take. With both his balls and his nipples stretched to the breaking point, the oversexed muscle giant hit orgasm yet again. His quivering and pulsating horse cock began to shoot an outrageously voluminous load of rich, creamy man milk all over the cargo hold floor, thick lines of his pearlescent goo criss-crossing the steel floor for more than a dozen feet in front of him. It was an absolutely enormous load, even by the hunky Marine’s stratospheric standards, and made all the more impressive considering that his mighty bollocks had been so recently plundered multiple, multiple times of their precious seed such a short time before! 

When Matt finally finished shooting this latest mega load more than half a minute later, the six soldiers took one last opportunity to use and abuse their handsome captive, groping his magnificent body, stroking his gigantic bull cock, and caressing and squeezing his impossibly massive balls as hard as they could. As the sexually exhausted Lance Corporal hung in his tortured suspended position and endured rough manhandling by the Russian soldiers, the other muscular naked Marines in the surrounding steel cages shouted out words of encourage­ment to their fellow bodybuilder stud while cursing obscene comments at the sadistic torturers. The Russians’ added abuse lasted for another five or six long minutes, nearly bringing Matt to yet ANOTHER knee-buckling orgasm, but finally the soldiers said their taunting goodbyes and left the cargo hold. 

A snarling and growling Matt was not sorry to see the vicious punks go. 

A new Russian soldier then stepped forward, this one a grizzled and very muscular man in his early 40s. Corporal Schmidt could see the this soldier was carrying a large, blunt, cylindrical object in his hands, and it took the young man’s eyes a couple of moments to figure out what it is. Matt’s bright blue eyes grew wide as he realized that the powerful soldier was carrying a steel, heavily-studded dildo, easily twelve inches long and nearly as thick as Matt’s own massive member. Fear and excitement warred within the handsome hunk’s colossal chest as, without any warning, the grizzled soldier plunged the dildo to the hilt into the Marine’s big, muscular, and well-used asshole. The tortured Marine uttered a deafening bellow as the ass-ripping device plundered deep into his heaving guts, creating a new agony in his already brutally tortured ass. 

The plane’s cargo door slowly lifted shut, and the engines started to rev up and roar. Within minutes, the huge cargo plane was airborne and bound for an unknown destination…

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As with all of the action that had taken place in the basement with the first six Russian soldiers, everything occurring on the cargo plane was being filmed from multiple angles. This time, however, the video was being live streamed to dozens of private and very secure addresses all over Russia. Many very rich and very discerning members of the Russian elite were even now watching the action taking place inside of that plane, and deciding whether or not they would like to bid for these most magnificent male specimens.  

Known only to a select few at the highest echelons of power, there was a secret and very lucrative market in Russia for hugely muscular male slaves, the bigger the better. These men were seen as prizes and great trophies, for being able to dominate such paragons of manhood helped elevate their own status in the oligarchy. Beautiful and well-built men were culled from all over the world, but the most desired slaves were those from America, partly because of the long-standing rivalry between the two nations, but also because American men were also often viewed as the most handsome, most manly, and therefore the most intrinsically desirable, so such men often drew top prices from the rich elite. 

Interestingly, despite a culture that looked down upon and severely punished homosexuality, gay slaves were the most highly prized slaves of all. Gay men were viewed as being more oversexed and virile than straight men, making them the manliest of all men in the eyes of the elite. Their seminal emissions were therefore often used for supposed restorative properties among the Russian oligarchs. The sperm of muscular gay men was eagerly sought after as an aphrodisiac for both men and women, and was believed the boost the virility and staying power of men. The most extreme even sometimes consumed the meat of such men, particularly their testicles, which were seen as the source of their manhood and power. The nuts of especially handsome, hung, and muscular gay men were often prized even more than grizzly bear claws or rhinoceros horns! 

For Matt and the other young captives aboard the cargo plane, the live video stream was in a very real way deciding their fate, for they were even now being selected and bid upon by the wealthy elite all over the country. Many would be sold to private and secluded estates, where they would become sex slaves, whipping boys, hard laborers, or all of the above. Some would even become bull studs, their seed used to impregnate anyone from the lowly slave women of breeding stables to the wives of the oligarchs themselves, fathering a future generation of handsome and muscular sons. Young men sent to these households might survive a decade or more under such conditions, and a lucky few might even earn kind treatment from their masters and owners in time. 

Some unlucky men, however, faced an even worse and more dire fate. The more sadistic of the oligarchs purchased such handsome and virile men to use simply as torture slaves. Depending on the depravity of the new master, men sent to such households might live anywhere from days to weeks to months, but inevitably, when the slave became too damaged or his owner simply tired of him, these men were killed. Often, the unfortunates were pleading for the sweet release of death long before it was granted to them, but eventually, nearly all men who were selected by violent and sadistic masters met such brutal ends. 

Finally, for the truly unlucky, there were those who were bought and delivered to oligarchs who simply wanted to consume the genitalia of their hulking and hung slaves, believing that the consumption of such organs would increase their own power and virility. Such young men lasted days at the most, often only hours — however long it took to complete preparations of the young stud’s engorged and powerful cock and balls.  

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Matt lost track of how much time he had been aloft in the plane, though he knew it had to have been many hours. The entire time, he had been kept in the excruciatingly painful strappado position, suspended over the steel floor with this massive arms bent behind his back. His goliath shoulder muscles in particular were screaming for release, but big Matt just gritted his teeth through the pain, determined to show these Russian soldiers just how tough American Marines really were. 

Those Russian soldiers sure were putting the hulking young grunt through his paces, though, tormenting and abusing his already poorly used body throughout the entire flight. The older, grizzled soldier in particular, who must have been an officer, seemed to take tremendous pleasure in finding ways to make Matt’s spectacularly muscular body sing, with the goals of making the handsome bull bellow and bray and blast out one thick, clotted load of stud spunk after another. And after hours and hours of relentless, ceaseless torture, Lance Corporal Schmidt had pumped out so much gelatinous cock snot from his mammoth, fourteen-plus-inch man cannon that the entire deck was awash with his chunky male fluids, making footing slippery and hazardous for the grinning and cackling soldiers. 

Particular attention was paid to Matt’s herculean huevos, those massive and mighty man nuts that had been stretched to nearly half a foot from his heaving body and forced to empty their ballast so many times that each throb and contraction of the great orbs caused the young man almost knee-buckling pain. Much caressing and fondling and gentle squeezing was lavished on Matt’s most massive of bull balls, at least at first. But as the soldiers gradually learned of the young man’s more masochistic inclinations and how much bigger his loads were when his genitals were under great stress, the more and more extreme such attentions became. Soon, a nearly continuous barrage of slaps, strikes, punches, kicks, and other hammering and bludgeoning attacks were being unleashed on Matt’s defenseless and utterly vulnerable gonads, causing the handsome hulk to cry and bellow in terrific agony even as load after massive load was ripped from his screaming nuts. His balls received enough pulverizing abuse to reduce granite rocks to rubble, but Matt’s huge boulders were apparently built even tougher than stone, for they continued to endure and pump out ever greater quantities of his powerful male essence. Both of the young man’s bollocks had turned an almost uniformly dark purple color, both from the intense strain of being stretched so far from his body and from the deep, deep bruising occurring throughout their profoundly traumatized tissues. There could be no doubt, however, that despite how puffy and swollen and battered and bruised Matt’s nuts had become, they were still very much alive and fully functional, for they kept right on whipping up enormous fresh batches of thick and chunky stud spunk. 

All the while, Matt’s indomitable will and spirit never flagged or faltered, and he kept calling out taunts and daring the Russian soldiers to wreak even more terrible havoc on his he-man body. Which they did, and STILL he endured, much to the surprise and delight of Matt’s many torturers. 

Behind the scenes, the bidding war on this mighty muscle beast was going fast and furious, for Lance Corporal Matt Schmidt was the hottest, handsomest, biggest, toughest, and most outrageously hung muscle bull that had ever been up for auction. The bid price on the devastatingly handsome Hercules hit positively stratospheric levels, breaking all previous records for the slave market… and kept right on climbing. Soon, the bid price on the Marine hunk was so astronomical that more and more of the oligarchs and other Russian elites had to start dropping out of the bidding war. No matter how much each and every one of them hungered to get their hands on this magnificent male specimen, the price was simply too high, and most were not willing — or even able — to keep up. 

The number of bidders dwindled down to a mere handful, and then one by one, these too dropped out of the bidding war until just two bidders remained. The first was a powerful and vastly wealthy oligarch who was infamous for the size and quality of his slave stable, where he ran a huge eugenics program attempting to breed a better, tougher, stronger super soldier who would be intensely loyal to Mother Russia. If the handsome young Marine wound up with this master, he could expect to be forced into hard manual labors during the day in quarries and fields, and milked and bred each night with a dizzying array of the most beautiful slave women from around the world. While not an easy life, it wasn’t one without some rewards, and a stud bull of Matt’s unsurpassed quality and caliber could potentially survive decades in such a role, using his prized cunt-splitting horse cock to father literally thousands of beautiful and strong children. 

Very little was known about the identity of the other remaining bidder, but his proclivities were legendary even among the secret cabal of oligarchs. It was said that no prisoner had survived more than a fortnight in his keeping, for the tortures he subjected them to were so brutal and so intense that even the toughest of men usually expired within no more than a week or two. Even worse, he was one of the few among the Russian elite who was widely known to consume the genitals of his male captives, the more well hung the better, apparently believing in the idea that eating a man’s cock and balls transferred some portion of his manhood and male energy to the consumer. This latter habit had earned the faceless bidder the nickname ‘The Cannibal’. 

As the huge cargo plane continued to fly high over the heart of Russia, and as the soldiers continued to literally pound load after precious load out of Matt’s profoundly bruised and battered balls, the life or death fate of the beefy bound Marine was being decided online…