A Final Lap - Jayse Version

Here is a second offering from my dear friend JAD, modified and expanded for your pleasure... 

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A Final Lap

Based on an original story by JAD

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Laughing deeply and cruelly, Brutus flexed his powerful arms and pulled the big levers. The chain drives to the castle’s water wheel engaged, setting in motion the smaller torture wheels, to which the Marquis’ brawny peasant prisoners, Henri and Michel, were shackled. In addition to the iron manacles and tough leather fetters that secured the riders’ strong wrists and ankles to the sides of the wheel rim, the outside face of each wheel was also fitted with a curved foot-long dildo of the stoutest oak, which fitted up the passenger’s bunghole, further anchoring him in place. 

The two young men had been arrested more than a week ago, and had been suffering at the Master Torturer’s hands continuously since then. The handsome young lads were innocent of any crime — they had simply had the misfortune of coming to the Marquis’ attention. The Marquis had a predilection for handsome, well-muscled men with prodigious loins, and thus the wicked nobleman knew the moment that he spotted this pair of lowly serfs that he had to possess them. 

The Marquis’ gilded carriage had been passing through the countryside on a warm and bright spring day, skirting the edge of an idyllic little lake, when sounds of laughter and splashing caught his jaded attention. He lazily lifted up the shades to his carriage window and spied an incredibly erotic sight — two naked young peasant lads frolicking and wrestling in the shallow pond. But these were no ordinary peasants. No, these were the two most handsome, striking, muscular, and virile young men that the Marquis had ever seen! 

The pair were towering young lads, each much taller than six feet, and more powerfully and enormously muscular than any knight or blacksmith the effete nobleman had ever seen. Their bodies were simply exploding with muscles, even larger and more exquisitely defined than the marble statues of Greek and Roman gods that decorated the Marquis’ expansive gardens. Nary an ounce of fat obscured those thick, dense, and heavily striated muscles from view, nor a single mark or scar marred their shining, unblemished skin. These were the most magnificent male specimens that the Marquis had ever seen, a perfectly matched set, and he instantly longed for them. 

Even more incredibly, the two splashing men appeared to be barely full grown! Their faces were full of youthful innocence, and caught in that magical age between adolescence and adulthood. And such faces! Both lads were breathtakingly handsome, with exquisite yet intensely masculine features. They were each so handsome that the powerfully aroused Marquis could not pick a favorite between them, for they were so equally matched. In fact, the only real difference between them was that one had pale, golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and the other had wavy locks of chestnut brown and sparkling green eyes. 

The lust-filled Marquis was already preparing to stop his driver and order his soldiers to arrest the two men, when the two young, laughing, wrestling bulls splashed into shallower water and stood up. The jaded nobleman’s heart skipped a beat or two at what he saw, for dangling between the enormously muscular legs of both beautiful lads were the absolutely largest sets of staffs and stones that the depraved Marquis had ever seen! Their flaccid cocks, thick and heavy, extended to just past mid thigh, and their sacs of bollocks were so unspeakably enormous as to be obscene. Each mighty gonad was easily larger than the golden grapefruits he had imported from the south of Spain each year, and appeared to be just as juicy. 

It took several tries for a flushed and flustered Marquis to call out to his driver to stop, and then order the immediate arrest of both lads. Two score of his heavily armed soldiers fanned out along the shore of the small lake, surprising the cringing and terrified young boys, ordering them out of the lake. Officially, the lads were being charged with lewd and unnatural behavior, illegally swimming the Marquis’ lake, and other trumped up charges, but the soldiers all knew that in reality, the nobleman had simply taken a depraved fancy to the boys. The dripping and naked lads weren’t even allowed to retrieve their dry clothes from the shore of the lake, but where instead shackled in heavy iron handcuffs and forced to march naked behind the carriage for the entire ride back to the palace. 

And the entire time, the smirking and evil Marquis gazed hungrily upon their naked and jogging forms through the heavily screened rear window of the carriage, longing to get his hands on both stunningly beautiful young men. 

The Marquis had since learned that both young lads had been born in the same village and had been fast friends all their lives. Henri, the blue-eyed blonde, was all of three days older than the chestnut-haired and green-eyed Michel, and it seemed the two had spent almost every waking moment together. Some even rumored that they might be lovers, especially now that they’d come of age and neither of the two young men had yet chosen a bride. 

That had been nine days ago now, though the two young men had long since lost all track of time. The hapless, helpless lads had been tortured, brutalized, and repeatedly buggered every day — and every night — since their capture, with each day’s torture becoming more brutal and violent than the day before. Prisoners of the Marquis rarely lasted more than two or three days under this rigorous and inhumane ministrations, with a particularly powerful and memorable knight once lasting for a full seven days, so the fact that both young peasants were still alive and intact and going strong after a record-breaking nine days was truly extraordinary, and a testament to their incredibly formidable strength, fortitude, and resilience. 

Tonight’s trials, however, with both young muscle man strapped to the pair of large torture wheels, would be their most brutal torments yet. 

Earlier in the evening, the two sexy young lads had been mounted on the large oak dildos on the two wheels, their now well-plumbed asses more than capable of accepting the thick, foot-long invaders. Then their powerful limbs had been stretched out across the wide, curved face of the wheel, with arms stretched tight above, legs below, and powerful backs bent backwards. Heavy manacles were then latched around wrists and feet to secure both men in place. Massive braziers filled with red hot coals had been prepared earlier in the day, and their fiery contents dumped into the deep channels cut beneath each wheel, a hellish bed of glowing heat that would scorch and singe the two luckless lads every time they passed through the bottom of each rotation. 

Before the turning of the wheels was begun, the degenerate nobleman had manipulated the men’s mule-like members to full and spectacular hardness, once again marveling at the gargantuan size of both thick and sturdy phalluses. Here again, the two best friends were perfectly matched, sharing identical — and incredible — measurements in length and girth and rock solid tumescence. Each stallion staff was considerably longer than a full cubit in length — just over 18 inches, as the English measured length — making them half again as long as the longest cock the nobleman had previously seen! Their extraordinary girth more than matched their peerless length, and it took BOTH of the Marquis’ slender hands to fully encircle the mighty cock shafts at full tumescence. 

The Marquis had already experienced great joy and pleasure from torturing and tormenting these two huge, oak-like staffs, having forced countless gigantic and messy orgasms from both, but for today he wanted to try something different. 

After coaxing both bullish cocks into rocky hardness, the Marquis then slowly inserted finger-thick iron rods down the piss-seed channels of both, and secured the iron rods with tough leather straps at the bulbous, helmet-shaped heads and thick, beefy roots. The rods went all the way down to the very base of both men’s plumbing, and extended a couple of feet beyond the meaty, gaping cock-mouths. The rods were intentionally long so that they would drag through the beds of coals laid beneath the wheels, heating a little more with each revolution. This gradual heating of the iron rods would slowly roast each man’s beefy member, searing it from the inside and causing the two young men excruciating pain. 

The massive iron rods served a second, and perhaps even more devious purpose — they completely plugged the urethra of both young men. That way, no matter how much the two lads longed for release, no matter how hard they might try to orgasm, no matter how powerfully and violently their great, columnar cock throbbed and pulsed, not a single drop of seed could escape their capped off cocks. Instead, every aborted orgasm and failed load would gather and build inside of their colossally huge and fantastically virile balls, causing the huge orbs to swell and bloat even bigger, and adding to their erotic agony

Henri and Michel’s bullish balls hadn’t been ignored. The more-than-fist-sized orbs had been secured onto T-shaped testicle spreaders, which separated the enormous orbs wide and trapped them in separate small baskets made of a fine, metal mesh. Brutus, the Master Torturer, had then tightened the nets with various screws, causing them to constrict until they hugged the testes excruciatingly tight, making the thick and dense nutflesh bulge out through the diamond-shaped holes in the mesh. The Marquis himself hung deceptively small but extremely heavy cannonball weights from the spreaders. He normally only used 10 or 15 pound weights for such a task, but the great orbs of these two young men had proven to be so astoundingly tough and strong that he went for broke and used the very largest cannonballs in his dungeon for these two burly young studs. These spheres of solid iron were ‘only’ about 8 inches in diameter, but they weighed a staggering 275 pounds each! The Marquis knew that the lad’s freakishly — some would say unnaturally — tough bull nuts could carry even more weight than this, for he had suspended each lad from the other’s balls several times in the past. Their massive, beyond-herculean bodies weighed far more than even these heavy, heavy cannonballs, so the depraved nobleman was confident that their balls could carry the iron weights without any permanent damage, but certainly causing a great deal of agony. 

Once the wheels began turning, the heavy cannonball on its thick iron chain would roll and move and pull in regard to gravity. Obviously, on the downward spin if the wheel, the enormous 275-pound weight would pull viciously at the lad’s tightly bound and separated nuts, pulling them almost halfway down their heroically muscular thighs. But on the upswing, that same heavy weight would be battering the prisoners’ incredibly chiseled and hard-cobbled bellies, while simultaneously stretching the stud’s screaming balls past their navels. And even at the top of the wheel, the weights would swing and jerk the overstretched ostrich eggs to the left or right, never giving the throbbing and cum-engorged balls a moment of relief. 

Most importantly, however, and just like with the iron rods rammed deep down the entire length of their bullish cocks, the heavy cannonball on its weighted chain would also drag through the coals on every pass of the wheel, heating hotter and hotter with each go. In time, the massive cannonball could heat up to the same cherry red as the coals below, gradually heating up the heavy chain as well until that searing heat was eventually transferred to the lads’ own trapped bull balls. 

As a further torment, the Marquis had pierced the large, fat nipples of the young giants several days ago with a red-hot awl, and inserted large brass rings. The rings on each man were connected by a chain from which was hung another cannonball weight, this one much smaller at ‘only’ 20 pounds. This weight would, of course, significantly add to the prisoners’ suffering, yanking the tender teats in various ways as the wheels turned. Fortunately, as with the rest of the young lads’ powerful and extraordinarily beefy and muscular bodies, their thick paps were incredibly tough, and though they might get stretched up to several inches from the young men’s goliath, meaty pectoral muscles by the heavy weight, the Marquis was certain that the weight wouldn’t be nearly enough to rip those thick nubs off of their heaving bodies. 

Brutus could also regulate the motion of his devices so that Henri and Michel could hang over the coals for a while, allowing the rods and cannonballs weights to heat even more. And, as the powerful peasants rose up to the tops of the wheels, he could ply their pits and other tender flesh with heated pokers and pincers. The handsome young muscle men would not be given a moment of relief, and would experience extreme suffering throughout the long, long night, their mighty and baritone bellows of agony echoing inside the stone-walled dungeon and making sweet music for the depraved cruel nobleman. 

 

For now, the Marquis seemed to be more than entertained and pleased by his latest playthings, and considering just how stunningly handsome, massively muscular, and enormously hung both young peasant boys were, it was quite possible that the twisted nobleman might continue to be thus engaged and enthralled for many days yet to come. But, should the Marquis grow bored with his latest prisoners and weary of his sport, then there were other levers that Brutus could throw. 

Levers that would cause double-pronged iron devices to pop up from the floor and hook the heavy ball weights on their final lap around the wheel. 

Should such a time come to pass, Brutus would then slow the turning of the torture wheels to a crawl. The wheels would still continue to turn, however, ever so slowly, gradually stretching out the handsome lads’ gargantuan gonads more and more, and putting a terrific strain on the mighty ball cords anchoring their huge bollocks. Brutus idly wondered if he could get those mammoth testicles to stretch past the lads’ knees — they had already proved to be so ferociously strong and tough that he thought they just might. But eventually, inevitably, tragically, the end would be unavoidable — those two gorgeous sets of crushed, stretched, and roasted bull balls would finally be ripped from their bellowing and thrashing owners. 

But, of course, such an end might be hours or even days into the future. For now the wheels of torture were just beginning their first turn, sending Henri and Michel on their first rotation toward the hot coals below. They yearned to offer one another a last gesture of love and comfort, one last expression of their lifelong bond with each other, for before long they would be too immersed in their own agony to do so. Their heads passed as their closest point and they stretched their thick, bullish necks toward one another, trying for a kiss, but their lips were just out of reach. However, just before they passed out of range, they stuck out their thick, strong tongues and gave each other one final lap. 

Marine Corp Meat - Part 1

Here's another military-themed story series for you all to enjoy! I unfortunately no longer recall who was the original author of this story idea; otherwise, I would gladly give credit to whoever came up with the story idea at the heart of this saga. I have greatly expanded upon the original version, though, and added my usual 'Jayse' touches, and I hope it keeps you all entertained. :) 

There are 6 chapters in total for this series, so please enjoy the next month and a half of weekly installments...

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Marine Corp Meat, Part 1

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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Even after many hours of brutal tortures, the spectacularly muscular POW’s stubborn resistance hadn’t flagged in the slightest. In fact, not only was he becoming accustomed to the pain and abuse, he was also powerfully sexually aroused by it all. The U.S. Marine knew that he was built fantastically strong and tough, and he was determined to prove to his Russian captors that he could endure any and all abuses that they could heap upon him. It turned him on to no end to stun and astound his brutal captors by showing off his manly defiance, maintaining an utterly colossal boner throughout his hours-long torture session, and periodically pumping out a MASSIVE load of his G.I. jizz during the most severe of torments. Matt knew he was a true he-man alpha stud, and he was going to show these Commie punks how a REAL man endured torture! 

Marine Lance Corporal Matthew Schmidt had been on a routine patrol with his unit along the Russian-held Ukrainian border when his unit had been ambushed. A concussion grenade had temporarily incapacitated him, but he was conscious enough to remember half a dozen sets of enemy hands roughly grabbing him and dragging his temporarily stunned and paralyzed body from the scene, even as his comrades in arms fought back and tried to rescue him. The ambush was too well planned, however, and his Russian captors had made it away with his limp, heavy form without suffering any casualties of their own. 

That had been more than two days ago, and even after untold tortures, Corporal Schmidt STILL refused to beg for mercy or answer any of their questions. Instead, Matt used his deep baritone voice to taunt his tormentors, daring them to visit even worse abuses upon his phenomenally muscular body. 

“Oh yeah, fuckin’ TORTURE my big, iron-pumped body, you pussy-boy Ruskies! I’m the biggest badass muthafuckin’ Marine you’re ever gonna see, and I can take anything that you worthless punks can dish out on my big, hard, muscular body! Beat and whip my fuckin’ steel-pumped grunt muscles as hard as you fuckin’ want! Hammer my fat meaty stallion cock and torture my huge cum-filled stud balls, you fuckin’ sadistic commie pigs! Do your fuckin’ WORST to my bull-muscled body, fuckin’ torture me to death! I ain’t gonna break!” 

The six sadistic young Russian soldiers had been enthusiastically torturing the enormously muscular American for almost 48 hours now, but his continued proud defiance and snarling insults — not to mention the countless and utterly porn-star-eclipsing stallion cum loads that he had been shooting from his monstrous and ever hard bull cock — had them feeling worried and concerned. Maybe the mighty Marine was right, maybe they COULDN’T break his spirit OR his body! They felt that they had no choice but to continue, however, and so they redoubled their abusive interrogation of the enormous muscle stud, inflicting even more painful and bloody tortures on the massive bodybuilder grunt throughout a second long and agonizingly painful night. 

Throughout it all, Corporal Schmidt’s taunts and insults continued. “Fuckin’ kill me, you communist pricks! Chop off my ass-splitting, he-man horse cock and my softball-sized, baby-makin’ bull balls! Slice open my guts and cut out my beating heart, you fuckin’ girlie-boy bastards! Gouge out my baby blue eyes, cut out my cursing tongue, hack off my gargantuan arms and my goliath legs! Impale my big fuckin’ beefy body on a spike and roast my super human, USDA prime, Marine Corp muscle man body just like a gutted steer at a Texas cook-out! Do your worst to me, you wanna be mama fuckers, I ain’t gonna talk!” 

Several red-blinking video cameras continued to record the scene as the frustrated soldiers discussed what to do next. Young Matt, who didn’t speak any Russian, took the temporary reprieve as an opportunity to regain his breath and his strength, for he was certain that even more tortures are about to come. The bound and spread eagled muscle bull flexed his gargantuan muscles to even greater dimensions, further intimidating his trembling captors. At 6’5” and over 380 pounds of pure, battle-hardened muscle, Corporal Schmidt was several inches taller and at LEAST 100 pounds heavier than even the biggest of his captors, so he knew that these smaller men would be deeply jealous of his proud, rock-hard body. So he kept right on flexing his bleeding and sweat-drenched muscle-bound leatherneck body, still utterly magnificent despite the many lacerations, welts, and bruises that marred its spectacular surface. The young Marine bull also kept right on flexing the truly COLOSSAL, fourteen-plus-inch, cum-dripping man sausage that throbbed back and forth from his muscular crotch like an oversized metronome beating time. Matt knew that he was more of a man than these punks would ever be, and a continued showing that to them every chance he got. 

After even more heated discussion, which included a couple of calls on cell phones, the six young Russian soldiers approached the bound muscle bull once again. Matt was aware that enemy soldiers often filmed their torture sessions of Americans and other Allied prisoners, for such videos were often later sold on the black market and used to intimidate soldiers. Turns out that there was a whole industry devoted to such films, satisfying the lustful needs of sick fucks who liked to see buff American soldiers get tortured, mutilated, or even killed. The young American bodybuilder was therefore determined to put on an unforgettable show for his captors and anyone who might later view these videos. He couldn’t stop these six Commie bastards from making a small fortune off of this particular torture and snuff film, but he COULD show the world how a real man goes down, fighting and cumming the whole way. In fact, his huge, low-hanging bull balls already felt heavy with yet another monstrous Marine load, the bruised and battered orbs gravid with even more of his prime stud seed. 

“Go ahead and butcher my pumped Marine body like a Texan steer, you sadistic fucks!” Matt shouted in his deep, deep voice. “I’m packing more meat than all of you combined can choke down, you simper­ing pansy-ass faggot wanna bees!” The fearless and incredibly handsome Marine hunk seemed about to get his spoken wish, for the tightly bound muscle bull looked like he was about to be gutted and butchered alive like he was in some sort of slaughter­house. 

The various video cameras zoomed in on every angle of the Marine’s prime USMC body in all of its bound muscular glory, studying every iron-pumped and outrageously-muscled part of the staggeringly handsome young hunk. Several cameras were devoted solely to capturing the epic majesty of Matt’s throbbing, well-over-a-foot-long horse cock, so swollen and vein-gnarled that it didn’t look like it could possibly be a healthy human penis, beads of precum still dripping from his almost painfully erect and sausage-thick horse cock. 

The Russian soldiers snapped a thick iron slave collar around the grunt’s extraordinarily thick bull neck, nearly choking the handsome young Marine and severely restricting his ability to move his head. Another, much smaller iron collar was shackled around the top of the stud’s huge grapefruit-sized balls. A chain was connected to this second collar, with the other end attached to an iron ring in the floor, tugging the Marine stud’s trapped nuts painfully downward and making it so that even the slightest movement from the huge bull caused him to pull his strung out nuts ever harder. Next, the sadistic soldiers attached vicious, long-toothed alligator tit clamps to the hunky stud’s large and succulent coral nipples, and then hung heavy lead weights from the clamps to boot, really tearing at the Marine’s hard, rubbery nips. 

All of this attention to his turgid balls and aching nipples had Matt dripping precum even faster than ever. One of the Russian lads then used the Corporal’s own natural lubricant to jack the tortured grunt’s monumentally erect bull cock, really working the randy tool over using both of his big and roughly-calloused hands. The soldier smiled maliciously as he watched the Marine’s beyond-enormous stud balls try to draw upwards in their sac, only to be thwarted by the heavy chain and shackle yanking them painfully downward. But the agonizing strain to his titanic testes only served to turn Matt on even more, and in minutes, his powerfully throbbing cock was shooting out yet ANOTHER intense and violently gushing orgasm. The power and volume of the stud’s volcanic emissions was unlike anything the young soldiers had ever seen before, and even now after shooting literally dozens of loads over the past two days, Matt’s powerhouse bollocks were still pumping out loads that would have made the biggest Clydesdale stud stallion jealous. 

The six Russian soldiers then left the basement and went back upstairs, leaving their living human beef carcass to hang by his thick wrists and rest — or rather to drift off to a restless and troubled sleep — while they made another series of phone calls. The nipple clamps were left secured tightly over the Marine’s tortured nubs, and the collar and short chain were left attached to his profoundly stretched out stud nuts. Periodically, Matt would shift his weight or puff out his chest, increasing the erotically painful sensations emanating from his trapped nuts and clamped nipples. And no less than three times that long and painful day, Matt began to slowly and rhythmically buck his muscular hips, stretching out his tortured nuts farther than ever before, until he achieved an explosive, hands-free orgasm. All the while, Corporal Schmidt kept focusing on the many cameras trained on his herculean body, and even talked dirty to the future viewers of these videos. He was totally getting off on his super human manliness, and wasn’t shy about letting any future video viewers know it! 

It wasn’t until nightfall by the end of that third day that anyone came downstairs again. The six Russian soldiers trooped back downstairs, followed by three well-dressed businessmen. Matt’s cock was once again hard as a rock at this point, so he defiantly stared at the nonplussed businessmen and flexed his cock repeatedly, over and over again, beating out a staccato rhythm against his own corrugated muscle gut. The young man could not decipher any of the Russian that the visitors are speaking, but he rightly assumed that they were haggling over a price for the captive American grunt. It was also clear that the six young Russian soldiers were excited about all of the money they hoped to get for their super hunky and massively-built American captive. 

One of the businessmen stepped forward and began to visually and physically examine the helpless and vulnerable Marine, running his hands over the enormous, sweat-soaked muscles of the naked bull male. He appraised Matt’s enormously muscled body with a critical eye, calling out comments to his comrades several times. He then made a ‘Tsk’ sound and addressed Matt for the first time, speaking in heavily accented English. 

“It is shame that your ignorant young captors do not know value of such a prize when they see it. Too many marks and scars reduces sale value of slave. However, it appears they have not hurt you too badly, and these many cuts and bruises will heal quickly. You will still bring very high price. You are very, very good looking, and your body is exceptionally muscular, largest I have seen in nearly 30 years of slave trade. Yes, you will make excellent sale price!” 

“But it is these heavy organs between your big muscular legs that is most extraordinary and will bring greatest price of all!” the businessman said, gripping Matt’s sweat- and cum-slickened cock shaft with one hand and gently cupping one of his enormously bulky whale nuts with the other. “I never see or even HEAR about man with genitals so big!! Are you part bull or something?! Ha!” The Russian gave his hand a firm squeeze, bearing down on the overstretched and bulging bollock resting in his hand and making Matt clench his powerful jaw against the dull ache radiating from the tortured globe. But the hunky Marine refused to cry out, even as the businessman squeezed harder and harder still, and he kept his bright blue eyes locked in a cold stare with his latest tormentor. 

“Good!” the Russian exclaimed after a time, releasing his crushing grip on Matt’s throbbing orb. “Your testicle is unusually firm and strong, and you have very high pain tolerance. Again, this bring good money!” 

“Fuck you, you filthy Commie pig!” Corporal Schmidt spat in return, cold fury in his deep baritone voice. 

“Defiant, too, I see! Good, GOOD! I have many wealthy clients who will bid eagerly and pay well for such a handsome, muscular, and massively hung young Marine bulldog such as you, and most prefer to buy their slaves with spirit intact, as well as flesh. Depending on who buys you, strong bull such as you could survive up to ten years of heavy slavery before wearing out. A few of my other clients, though, well, let us say that you should pray to not go to them. Some buyers exhaust their purchase within a matter of days! In my opinion, would be terrible waste of truly exceptional male flesh, but I am not one to judge…” 

The Russian businessman chuckled as he finally released Matt’s massive meat, and then said, “I am going to give our young soldiers here another task. They say that you are exceptionally, what is English word… ‘virile’? There is also lucrative black market in semen from strong and handsome American beefcake soldiers such as you.” The businessman then held up a large glass beaker for Matt’s inspection. “I will ask soldiers to milk you of precious male sex juices. If they can get you to fill this glass jar in one hour, then I will double price I pay them for you. It is still fraction of what I will get when I later sell you, but for these ignorant boys, is more money than they will see in a year. Good luck, my handsome American friend!” 

The smiling Russian then addressed the anxious young soldiers, and Matt could see large smiles and eager nods of approval from the six men. The three businessmen took their leave as the half dozen soldiers surrounded their captive American stud and started working him over. Two of the soldiers manned Matt’s mammoth horse cock, using all four hands to roughly stroke and pump the huge sex organ. Another man knelt behind the massively muscular stud and plunged two thick fingers up the G.I.’s hot and tight bung hole, rudely exploring his tight shit chute and prodding and stabbing at the young man’s oversized prostate. A fourth man stood in front of the Marine and fondled his enormous, pec-proud chest, focusing his attention on Matt’s hypersensitive nipples, pinching and twisting the exposed nubs and yanking on the alligator clamps still tightly secured over each large coral nipple. The final two men knelt in front of Matt, each reaching up to grasp one of the handsome muscle stud’s gigantic, grapefruit-sized bollocks. The overstretched orbs were already throbbing in agony from all of their previous abuses and from being pulled so far from the young man’s muscular crotch, so when the two men started to punch, squeeze, and crush the American’s massive balls in their fists, it really drove the young muscle hunk wild. 

It took only a few minutes of this genital-focused abuse before Matt started shooting his first he-man load, which one of the men deftly caught within the glass beaker. The soldiers didn’t let up for a moment, however, and kept on torturing the big man throughout his voluminous orgasm and beyond. Money was a great motivator, and these young punks were extremely motivated to see just how many loads they could rape out of Matt’s prodigious loins before the hour-long timer ran out. 

The cameras caught every spectacular load on video, and there were MANY big loads. The cruel Russian soldiers used every technique at their disposal to force load after massive load out of Matt’s brutally overworked nuts. The rough attention to his manly genitals was excruciating, and the agony only increased after each fresh load was pulled from his loins. The handsome young Marine bull was soon bellowing in pain as his huge balls were hammered, punched, flattened, and squeezed, all in an attempt to milk them of every last drop of their precious male fluids within the allotted hour. 

The three businessmen, waiting patiently upstairs, smiled with approval each time they heard the soldiers cheer each success, and every time they heard the hunky American muscle giant holler and bellow in agony and release. At the end of the hour, the three returned to the basement downstairs, and were visibly impressed to discover that the six Russian soldiers had indeed succeeded in their task, in spades! Sitting on a small wooden table in front of the panting and huffing bound prisoner was a glass beaker that was filled to overflowing with the thickest, gloopiest, chunkiest batch of nut oysters any of the men had ever seen. Thick slugs of the viscous white fluid ran down the sides of the beaker in large globs, and even more of the rich, gamey funk was splattered all over the table. Hell, there was easily enough of the thick, smelly baby batter splashed on the table and floor to fill a SECOND beaker! And even MORE of the stuff was still dripping from his obscenely bloated and erect bull sausage, his fourteen-plus-inch member glowing an angry red from the recent rough abuse! The young Marine’s awesome virility was simply super human!! 

The lead businessman recovered his composure first, and said to Matt, “Very impressive, young man! Very impressive indeed! You are not only hung like stud bull, you cum like one, too! I am certain you will be highest selling slave ever seen at auction! I must now finish sale and make preparations for your transport. It was sincere pleasure to meet you, Corporal Matt Schmidt, and I wish you long and happy life as slave.” 

“Fuck you!” Matt snarled in reply, but he was powerless to otherwise do anything to the malevolently smirking Russian. 

One of the businessman then provided the excited soldiers with a briefcase full of rubles, while the lead businessman placed a lid firmly over the cum-drenched beaker, opened a larger briefcase, and placed the beaker and its extremely valuable contents inside the foam-filled interior. 

The six soldiers carefully unbound their captive stud and secured his immensely powerful arms behind his back. His legs were unshackled as well, and then hobbled with a short length of chain. As physically and sexually exhausted as Matt was after nearly three days of continuous torture and abuse, he still managed to struggle mightily against his captors, but their sheer numbers and his extreme fatigue allowed them to overcome his naturally greater strength, and they soon had him ready to march out of the room. The alligator clamps were left securely attached to his raw and bleeding nipples, and a 20 kilogram weight had been added to the end of the chain hanging from Matt’s battered and deeply bruised balls. The heavy weight pulled mercilessly at the Marine’s deeply aching bull balls, stretching them more than four full inches from his lean and muscular crotch. And with each painful step, the lead weight would swing wildly and bounce off of Corporal Schmidt’s enormously muscular thighs, adding to the agony tearing through the young man’s bound nuts, stretching fresh nerves and sending skull-crushing pain through the super stud’s muscular belly. 

Matt was unceremoniously frog-walked up the stairs and out the front door of the small house. Outside, the young American found himself near an airstrip that looked to be in the middle of nowhere, with a large Russian cargo plane waiting nearby with its rear ramp already down and ready to be loaded. The handsome young Marine knew that he was likely doomed to a short and painful life of a slave, but he was still one proud, macho, bull-built bodybuilder of a Marine, and he wasn’t going to let these evil fucking Commies forget it! Matt threw his huge cannonball shoulders back and walked tall and proud, his still bone hard, foot-long-plus bull cock leading the way. Though he was wearing nothing but his metal dog tags around his thick, muscular neck and the shackles secured around his wrists, ankles, and balls, the Marine cut a striking and regal figure as he crossed the hot tarmac and was forced up the ramp to the dark interior of the waiting cargo plane. The young bull Marine didn’t know what horrors he would face next, but he was determined to face his fate with pride and stoic dignity.