Jack the Hammer - A Halloween Special - Part 5

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

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Jack the Hammer - A Halloween Special

Part of the Jack the Hammer series by Pink Beefcake

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Part 5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CRACK!!

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

CRACK!! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

CRUUUNCH!!!

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

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

CRU-U-U-UNCH!!!

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

SPLUNCH!!!

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

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

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

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

And the killer simply could not allow that to happen.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam vs. Skum

Thank you all for patiently awaiting my next story! This one is a one-off story, no additional chapters and no plans for one either. You'll understand why once you reach the end of the story. :) 

Though if you guys can come up with a creative way to continue this story, I'm all ears! 

Enjoy!

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Sam vs. Skum

Based on an original story titled “Barge vs. Skum” by Tuff Snuff

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Samuel stepped gingerly from stone to slime-covered stone, moving with astonishing grace for a man of his tremendous size, and cautiously making as little noise as possible so as not to alert the tunnel’s potential denizens. He had by now been descending into the mountain’s extensive cavern system for hours, and he had no idea what monstrous horrors could lurk at such stygian depths. 

The proud and mighty warrior was delving into this deep cave system because he had heard tales of a rare and mysterious plant that, if used in an alchemical elixir, doubled a man’s strength and vastly heightened his virility and sexual stamina. To a giant of a man exceeding six and a half feet in height and with well over five hundred pounds of rock solid muscle packed onto his herculean frame, that represented a truly super human increase in strength. And for a man who also happened to be hung like some prehistoric beast with a virility and stamina that was already considered legendary across half the continent, the possibility of increasing his already epic manhood to even more stratospheric heights was an irresistible temptation to a man such as Sam. So much so, in fact, that the huge and hairy muscle giant felt the need to risk his life to obtain it. 

And according to the legends, the tiny, ghost-white plant could be found only in the darkest reaches of this very cave system.

The dim light, provided by diminutive glowing fungi, facilitated his stealth and allowed the titanic warrior to see in the otherwise lightless depths. The only sounds he could hear were the near-silent dripping of water and the light footfall of his huge bare feet as he leapt from stone to stone, avoiding the inky depths of the dark waters below. He pressed ahead, his massively muscular and nearly naked body filling the tunnel with his manly presence. 

Sam wished he had better protection than his skimpy leather loincloth, which strained heroically to contain the almighty bulge at the front of his crotch. But many of the passages leading to this point were completely submerged, and clothing and boots would have only created drag as he swam the long distances from air pocket to air pocket, let alone the thick plates of metal armor that he normally wore. The only other possession he’d carried with him was his enormous war axe, which was strapped to his wide and powerful back with a leather harness. He had little knowledge of what kind of monsters lived in these subterranean depths, but he figured that if it could bleed, then his mighty war axe would be sufficient. Still, it would have been nice to have some sort of protection to gird his enormous, bloated, vein-gnarled muscles. 

Water still glistened on his fair and flawless skin from his most recent swim, skin that glowed a pale white in the dim light of the phosphorescent fungi. That perfect, unblemished skin was stretched tight over a form of monumental proportions. Everything on Samuel’s magnificent body was built huge, and his proportions were simply otherworldly. His chest was utterly massive, his pecs two titanic plates of ultra thick muscle strapped across a huge, barrel chest. His shoulders were enormous spheres of meat, swollen with massive, striated muscles like two huge, rounded stones, and spanning well over a yard wide. Descending from those boulder shoulders were a pair of muscle-gnarled arms bursting with raw masculine power, with gigantic and deeply-chiseled tricep and bicep muscles and enormous forearms that looked formed from cables and ropes of forged iron. The hands at the end of those tremendous arms were huge and meaty and muscular as well, and so massive that they could easily palm — and crush — a man’s skull. Samuel’s back was as astoundingly muscular as his mighty chest and enormously-cobbled abdomen, creating a mountainous relief map of huge, dense, and chiseled muscles. His lats in particular were so huge that, when he flexed them, they flared so massively that they looked like a pair of thick, beefy wings. 

Sam’s midsection was a stout trunk of thick muscle, as chiseled and striated as the rest of his body. But thick and meaty as that midsection was, it looked almost waspish compared to the titanic upper torso it supported, with the extraordinary width of his shoulders and breadth of his magnificent pecs tapering down dramatically from his broad back and flaring lats to a relatively narrow belly and waist. The serratus and oblique muscles on Samuel’s chiseled flanks were so deeply pronounced and etched that even his slightest movement resulted in a symphony of flexing and rippling muscles. 

Beneath his pronounced and deeply etched Adonis belt, the warrior’s mighty body ballooned out again into a pair of gargantuan, hugely-corded thighs and enormous calves so big and blocky that they looked like a pair of huge tortoise shells had been strapped to the back of them. Those enormous and fantastically powerful legs ended in a pair of feet that were so big, broad, and muscular that they were the bane of boot makers across the continent. Two perfect globes of huge, dense, and ridiculously striated gluteal muscles were supported by those titanic legs. 

Atop the man’s bullish and thick, muscle-corded neck was a large head topped with a thick crop of wavy and shaggy dark brown hair. The face adorning that large head could never have been called pretty, for it was far too rough-edged and rugged for such an appellation. But his incredibly powerful jawline, square and jutting chin, large nose, prominent cheekbones, and heavy brow were nevertheless incredibly handsome in an overwhelmingly masculine sort of way, his features so pronounced and exaggerated as to be nearly a parody of male beauty. 

Dark stubble seemed to perpetually coat Sam’s lantern jaw and big square chin, and more of that dark brown hair covered the muscular giant’s hirsute body. A thick pelt of that rough and scratchy hair covered the muscle man’s glorious pecs and cobblestone abs, with more of that coarse fur covering his titanic legs and bulging arms. Sam’s back was surprisingly almost free of hair, with only a light dusting of short, dark-brown hairs across his upper back and shoulders, and a small patch of hair on his muscular lower back. His massive ass cheeks, however, were covered in a thick coating of dark brown hairs, with a veritable forest of fur residing in the deep and chiseled crevasse between those almighty globes. The largest and densest patches of hair, however, were reserved for the thick thatches of dark hair in his musty and muscular armpits, and the equally thick thatch of coarse hair at Sam’s crotch, currently hidden by his loincloth of cured leather. 

In short, Samuel was one of the biggest, strongest, most muscular, and most insanely powerful men the world had ever seen, and the mighty warrior was confident that he could take on any creature that might come his way. 

A sudden horrid croaking and grunting sound echoed through the winding tunnel from up ahead. Samuel instinctively pulled the huge war axe from the straps across his back, his mighty fists tightening around the axe’s handle so tightly that the leather bindings creaked in protest. His mighty heart sped up, but his resolve remained strong. Bravely, Sam crept onward, placing his broad, naked back against the jagged stone, and continued along one side of the tunnel. 

The tunnel soon opened up into a very large cavern, so large that he could not see the ceiling overhead or the far walls beyond in the dim, blueish-white light provided by the phosphorescent fungi. The uneven cavern floor contained numerous rocky stalagmites, the tops of some lost to the inky blackness overhead, as well as dark pools of dank, still water. Most immediate to Sam, however, was the tall, hunched figure occupying the center distance of the chamber. Though humanoid in shape, the mighty muscle man instantly knew that this was no human. The creature looked to be over 8 feet tall, and it’s lanky but powerful looking limbs were disproportionately too long to be human. Those limbs ended in webbed hands and feet with long, large-knuckled digits and short but sharp looking talons. The creature had a fish-like appearance, its slimy skin having a pallid greed color covered by a tracery of thick, dark green veins across thick and wiry muscles. Its head was a rounded, hairless dome of pale green, with a wide, amphibious mouth and small, red eyes atop its head. A ridged fin that ran from the top of its head to the end of its spine added to its piscine appearance. 

Samuel knew at a glance that the frog-like creature was a being known as a Skum. Though he had never encountered one before, legends told of the fearsome monsters, which lived in dark, subterranean lairs and lived on the flesh of others. They were known to be cunning and strong, and more than a match for most mortal men. 

After only a brief moment of analysis, Sam ducked his dark-haired head back into the darker shadows of the tunnel, pressing his back to the wall, confident that the creature hadn’t spotted him. He strengthened his grip on his axe, and waited for the creature to come into range. He trained his ears to the soft, wet slap of its feet on the stone, hearing it slowly wander towards him. Seconds now. He flexed his enormously powerful legs, preparing to spring the moment the monster entered the corridor so that the axe swing would be aimed at the height of its thick neck. He held his breath as it gurgled, only feet away, and closing in. 

Samuel waited until the creature’s faint shadow fell across his hiding place, and then he flexed his gargantuan arms and poured all of his fearsome power into a single, deadly blow. The axe blade swung through the air in a mighty arc, powered by the mighty warrior’s colossal strength…and buried itself several inches deep into the stone wall beyond. At the last moment, the monster had sensed Sam’s attack and crouched, narrowly dodging his attack. Its beady red eyes stared up at him with instant hatred and fury.

The freakish creature lunged at the warrior before Sam could react. The sudden, lightning-quick strike toppled him into the large cavern beyond, sending his heavy body to the cold stone floor with a beefy thud. The 8-foot-tall Skum was instantly upon him and wasted no time in continuing its assault, drilling its powerful, slimy fists into Sam’s unprotected abdomen and flanks. A thick and meaty thump-thump-thump echoed throughout the large cavern, sounding like a butcher tenderizing a huge slab of meat. The warrior held his massive arms up to try to block the creature’s attacks, but it struck with surprising speed and swiftness. The heavy amphibian was soon hammering Samuel’s extraordinarily thick pecs with all of its might, croaking and grunting with an angry, alien sound. The blows were landing with such tremendous force that most men’s ribs would have been quickly cracking and caving under the onslaught, but the incredibly thick, dense, and tough armor of steel-like muscles covering Sam’s massive frame cushioned those deadly punches. Still, the pain was intense, and the way that the monster was trying to clobber the air from Sam’s lungs made it quite obvious that the creature sought to kill the big, beefy intruder.

Sam managed to grip the creature’s sinewy left arm at the forearm, and used this leverage to throw the creature off of him. kicking forward and sending the slimy green beast sailing overhead. The Skum was both taller and heavier than Sam, and it possessed lightning speed and a violent, monstrous strength, but the muscle-bound human was even stronger. In a head-to-head match of muscle, Sam was certain he would emerge victorious. 

The monster snorted as it struck a stone stalagmite, hissing in anger as it scrabbled to its feet. Sam proved he was just as swift, however, as he leapt at the thrashing beast. It screeched in anger and fear as Sam knocked the beast backwards and mounted it, and then began pounding his own meaty fists into its skull. The monster grabbed and clawed at him, painting his herculean physique with scarlet lines as it desperately tried to tear at him with its sharp and jagged talons. Sam ignored the pain and furiously struck at his opponent without mercy. The overpowered beast flailed helplessly, its struggles becoming weaker and more confused as it suffered blow after skull-cracking blow to its head. With one final, heroic strike, Sam punched the monster’s head, which snapped violently to the side. The monster’s twisted muscles spasmed, then instantly fell limp with a slimy smack.

The brave warrior took the time to catch his breath, his massive chest heaving as he pulled air into his huge lungs. Sam sat on the freak’s cold, wet stomach, his colossal thighs straddling the vanquished beast as he surveyed his mighty form for damage. He had several dozen lacerations on his arms, chest, and flanks, but the wounds were all very shallow and were hardly bleeding. His muscles were so terrifically dense and tough and fibrous that the powerful beast hadn’t done them any real harm, and even the cuts in his skin would likely heal without a scar. Sam was proud of himself for defeating the fearsome monster with his bare hands, and he couldn’t help but admire his massive muscles. The adrenaline thrill of victory, combined with the healthy admiration of his own enormously muscular form, made Sam’s huge cock twitch, and he could feel a familiar warm heaviness start to build in his meaty crotch. 

That’s when Sam noticed that his leather loincloth had been torn loose in the conflict. No doubt the Skum’s sharp talons had gotten caught in the thick, tough hide and torn the garment off of the human’s herculean body, allowing Samuel’s genitalia to spill forth. Finally released from their leathery confines, the warrior’s manhood looked monstrous, obscenely oversized even for this mighty warrior’s astoundingly muscular build. The limp log of Sam’s cock rested heavily across the beast’s cold and slime-covered chest, measuring well over a foot long and as thick as one of Sam’s own powerful wrists. The man’s huge balls were even more impressive, two titanic testicles each nearly the size of one of Sam’s own enormous, muscular fists. The massive orbs hung in a loose and exceedingly hairy nutsac, drooping so low in their scrotum that their huge, ovoid forms rested heavily on the beast’s cold belly. Sam liked how huge and meaty his manhood looked resting on the monster’s defeated form, as if to further prove his dominance over the vanquished beast. 

Sam rose to his feet, his immensely muscular and now fully naked form looking even more magnificent with the shallow cuts and scratches of his fallen enemy’s death throes, and made his way to where his heavy war axe still projected awkwardly from the stone wall. He stretched his massive arms over his head as he walked, limbering up after his short but violent battle with the Skum. 

Icy, muscular arms suddenly wrapped themselves around his muscle-girdled midsection, just below his mammoth, shield-like pecs. Clearly, the Skum had been only momentarily stunned and unconscious, not slain as the mighty warrior had thought! The monster growled as it lifted the massive human up into the air. Sam gasped and squirmed, struggling to free himself as the monster began to squeeze. The freakish creature was even stronger than Sam had anticipated, and he winced as the bear-like grip crushed his body. He thrashed around, choking and gagging, desperately trying to break the beast’s murderous grip. 

Perversely, Sam’s huge and heavy cock, which had begun to become aroused after he had initially felled the creature, began to grow even harder and thicker as Sam’s life-or-death struggle continued. Since his back was being crushed tight to the creature’s piscine chest, Sam’s cock was free to bloat and unfurl to its full, staggering size. Within the span of a dozen heart beats, the warrior’s mighty phallus had reached full mast, its swollen, helmet-shaped head slapping against the deep valley at the base of Sam’s mammoth, overhanging pecs. The colossal schlong measured well over a foot and a half in length and possessed a hole-busting girth, with a tracery of thick and angry veins coursing all up and down the titanic shaft. Sam’s struggles caused the pulsing pud to sway ponderously back and forth, as his unspeakably heavy sac of stones jiggled beneath. 

With over a quarter ton of massive muscle man thrashing in its arms like an enraged bronco, the monster found it difficult to keep control. It stumbled around the cavern, and nearly fell over several times. It was intent on keeping the deadly hold, however, and tightening its grip until the intruder no longer lived. The beast hissed with anticipation as it felt Sam’s rock-like abs begin to give in. The Skum wasn’t going to stop tightening its grip until it felt the man’s spine snap in its powerful clutches. 

Before it could finish crushing its victim, however, Sam managed to plant both of his flailing feet on the face of a massive stalagmite, and he kicked backwards with all of his awesome strength. Samuel’s kick knocked both combatants backwards, sending them tumbling down a smooth, rocky slope, deeper into the dark cavern. 

Both of the powerful fighters slid to a stop in a shallow pool of frigid, watery mud, several feet from each other. Sam involuntarily shivered as the icy cold soaked into his hot skin. He quickly shot back up and shook off the after effects of the surprise attack, feeling rejuvenated now that he could breathe freely. His reprieve looked to be short lived, however, for the creature also rapidly clambered to its alien, webbed feet and began to circle its opponent. It glared at Sam with its red and hate-filled eyes, puffing up and flexing its gnarled muscles like the apex predator it was. Sam simply snarled in response and flexed his own colossal beef. Thick veins bulged even bigger all over his extraordinary physique, making his great muscles look even more angry and imposing. Though the monster was decidedly taller and had a longer reach, Sam was far more densely muscular and considerably stronger, facts that he intended to make the beast realize before he conquered and killed it. 

The mountain of barbaric muscle roared and charged across the muddy chamber at his opponent. The beast met his charge as their two massive forms violently collided, and the pair became locked in a titanic struggle against one another. Hot and hairy flesh rubbed up against cold and slimy skin as their huge muscles bulged and flexed against one another. Their hands were locked with one another over their heads, and their feet slipped in the mud as they grappled with each other for dominance. Sam’s humongous, fully engorged cock was trapped between their two fighting and heaving forms, becoming even more stimulated and aroused as it was crushed between two unyielding walls of muscle. The mighty warrior ignored the powerfully erotic sensations coming from his squeezed and trapped cock, and ditto for the rough treatment his huge, low hanging balls were getting as they slapped hard against two sets of muscular legs, and were occasionally even smashed up against his pelvis by a flexing, thrusting thigh. 

But despite its straining and snorting, and being a full head and shoulders taller than his mighty-thewed opponent, the green-skinned monster began to finally lean backward as Sam gradually out-muscled it. Sam’s handsome face broke into an arrogant grin as he saw his victory approaching. With a mighty roar, Samuel drove the monster to its knees, and then threw it down to the muddy earth. Then with surprising speed, he leaned over and grabbed the monster by the throat and thigh, and in a shocking display of strength, hoisted the Skum over his head like a hunting trophy. The beast wriggled and croaked in fear, shocked and terrified by the warrior’s astounding display of raw masculine power.

The warrior groaned and strained as the beast slapped at his powerful arms. He slipped in the chilly gloop a few times, but managed to keep to his feet still holding the monster high above his head. Sam’s entire body shook, his enormous biceps bulging and his colossal thighs quaking with the effort of holding the great thrashing creature aloft, for the struggling beast outweighed him by close to two hundred pounds! But just to prove his utter dominance, the hirsute he-man held the wriggling beast over his head for another half minute or so, before violently heaving his opponent through the air. The screaming beast struck a huge stone stalagmite with crushing force before tumbling to the ground like a limp rag doll. The slimy monster sprawled face-down in the mud, spasming in pain and barely moving.

Sam thrust his flexing arms out wide and threw back his handsome head as he uttered a deafening bellow of victory. It was a tremendous war cry, one that would no doubt echo for miles down the twisting and turning caves of the deep cavern system, but the mighty warrior did not care — he was announcing his victory to the stygian dark, and daring any of the caverns’ other residents to try their strength against his. 

While Sam was thus occupied, he failed to notice as the trembling, winded Skum reached one taloned hand into a barely noticed pouch slung like a bandolier over one shoulder. The exhausted creature withdrew a single item, a sprig of a plant that glowed a soft, ghostly white in the dark cave. The Skum placed the plant, with its small and delicate white flowers, into its frog-like maw, and then quickly chewed and swallowed it. 

Sam finished his thunderous war cry and then swaggered towards his victim. He placed his massive paws on either side of the creature’s head and hauled it up to its knees. It hissed and resisted, but it was in too much pain, and Sam was clearly too strong for it. Sam then proceeded to beat his bare-knuckled fists against the beast’s large, smooth head, trying to bash in its brains with his furious punches. He bludgeoned it again and again, back and forth, dizzying the creature and keeping it stunned. It flailed about, but its weak struggles seemed too disorganized to be a threat. 

The creature was clearly becoming desperate, close to slipping into helpless unconsciousness. That’s when it noticed the objects swinging between its hammering opponent’s massively muscular legs. The Skum’s own genitalia were all internal, so it had no idea that the hairy sac swinging in front of it was the very source and wellspring of the human’s awesome masculinity. But it sensed it had found a potentially vulnerable target, and so, with all its remaining strength, it powered one of its webbed fists straight between the massive warrior’s naked legs, impacting perfectly with both of Sam’s dangling bollocks and crushing them mercilessly against his pelvis. 

It was a truly testicle-shattering blow, one that would have instantly pulped and pulverized a normal man’s balls. Fortunately for Sam, however, he possessed a set of stones that were as ferociously tough as they were freakishly gigantic. Though they pancaked more than halfway flat beneath the awesome force of the blow, the warrior’s tough and sturdy bull nuts survived intact. The pain, however, was incredible. 

Sam’s entire massively-muscled form froze in place, his eyes flying open wide as his mouth dropped open. The mammoth warrior gasped breathlessly as his muscles seized uncontrollably, and it was all he could do to not drop to the mud in knee-buckling agony. He stumbled backwards until he came up against another towering stalagmite, one hand clutching his damaged spunk bunkers and nursing his wounded pride. 

The warrior’s eyes grew even bigger as he saw the incredible transformation taking over the kneeling and battered Skum. The dark green veins coursing all over the creature’s slimy body began to pulse and throb, growing bigger and angrier right before Sam’s very eyes. Then the creature’s very muscles began to swell and grow, gaining size and thickness at an incredible rate! The beast was turning into a monster of muscle in front of Sam’s disbelieving eyes, bloating its previously lanky form with so much new muscle that the hulking beast’s new proportions eclipsed even that of the mighty human warrior. 

The stunned warrior realized that the Skum must have ingested one of the legendary ghost flowers, the very magical plant that he had been seeking! And judging by the truly monstrous size of the fantastically muscular beast now rising from the mud before him, Sam was dreadfully certain that whatever strength advantage he had once possessed was now long gone. 

In unison, the pair charged at each other once more. But this time, when the two collided, Sam felt like he had been struck by a charging rhino! His muscular form was hurled backwards as the pair crashed back into the huge stalagmite with bone-shattering force, instantly knocking most of the air out of Samuel’s huge lungs. As the muscular hero gasped for breath, the Skum wrapped its webbed left hand around Sam’s bullish neck to keep him pinned to the stone pillar, while with its other fist, it pressed its previous advantage. 

A fiery inferno erupted within Samuel’s lean and muscular crotch as the beast began to repeatedly pummel its bony-knuckled fist into the warrior’s dangling, defenseless balls, hammering them over and over again with rapid-fire punches. Sam finally found his voice and began howling in pain as the vicious Skum began to lay waste to his big baby makers. Sam’s fat balls were trapped against the rough face of the stalagmite itself, so now as each devastating punch landed into the heart of the warrior’s burgeoning manhood, the utterly unyielding stone surface forced the screaming bollocks to absorb the full force of each blow. 

The effects were devastating. The tough and rubbery meat of Samuel’s humongous balls was forced to bend and distort around each invading fist, forced into dangerously unnatural shapes as they were violently crushed nearly flat against the stone column. The huge balls themselves were quickly growing an angrier and angrier red color under the beyond-brutal abuse, and they looked like they were just beginning to swell as well. They were already enduring FAR more abuse than any man’s nuts had the right to survive and were still going strong, but who knew how much more they could take before they simply shattered under the relentless barrage of blows! 

Disturbingly, Sam’s monstrous bull cock hadn’t grown the least bit soft this entire time, and in fact was pulsing and throbbing wildly as the Skum’s deadly punches continued to steadily hammer his heavy, herculean man orbs into sterility. In fact, it almost looked like the towering phallus was actually enjoying having its huge stud stones pulverized into gravel, and some pain-wracked corner of Sam’s mind was embarrassed at his proud horse cock’s traitorous reaction. 

Several score punches landed in the battered meat of Sam’s heavily traumatized testes, softening up the huge orbs and making them swell even bigger, if that was possible. The mighty blows also sapped the powerful human’s fantastic strength, making him slump in the creature’s powerful grip, his massive limbs flailing weakly at his attacker. The monster suddenly stopped its testicular attack and released the stunned and light-headed warrior, who dropped face-first into the mud and muck with a wet and gloopy splash. 

Samuel managed to claw himself up onto all fours, his massive muscles quivering shakily. The entire front of his gloriously muscular body was coated in thick and cold mud, and thick slugs of the gloopy earth dripped off of his mammoth boner and swollen, battered bollocks. Before he could begin to clear his hand and stand up, however, a huge cold weight slapped against his back and slammed him back down into the mud, burying his sensitive manhood in the icy, wet earth. A massively muscular green arm suddenly wrapped around his bullish neck, and a giant, cold bicep was soon pressed against his throat. 

As the monster began to menacingly flex its now enormous bicep, Sam could feel the granite hard muscle begin to crush his windpipe. The mighty warrior was still dizzy and disoriented, but he immediately recognized the deadly peril he was now in. He grabbed at the beast’s arm with both powerful hands to try to pull it away, but it was locked tight and hard as iron. His thick fingers kept slipping over the creature’s slimy, muddy skin, unable to gain purchase or achieve any hold. 

Changing tactics, the muscleman clambered clumsily to his feet with the enormous, half ton monster still pressed tight against his back, maintaining its strangling grip. The creature leapt up and wrapped its powerful legs around Samuel’s tight, muscular waist, catching the warrior in a tight, crushing scissors and forcing him to bear all of the creature’s weight. The mighty muscle man was staggered beneath their combined weight, carrying over 1,500 pounds of muscle and bone, not to mention how much thick mud that was clinging to both of their bodies, on his thick and sturdy tree trunk legs. The creature thought for sure that its opponent would be immediately driven to his knees, but Sam proved his extraordinary strength again by staying upright. 

With dark mud now covering his magnificent, masculine physique, making him look like some sort of stone statue honoring a colossal god of sex, the mighty warrior began to thrash about, trying to throw the slippery creature off of his back. He was gagging and coughing with the effort to simply keep breathing, but as hard as he fought, the beast refused to let go, tightening its grip around his thick neck until the pressure inside his pounding head felt like it would explode. 

A gurgled roar of fury signaled Sam’s attack. The muscleman slammed his back against the nearest pillar of rough stone, crushing the beast between himself and the jagged rock, eliciting an angry croak from the clinging beast. The creature managed to maintain its vicious chokehold, however. His desperation growing and his massive body beginning to weaken from the lack of air, Sam repeated the motion as fast and as hard as he could. The beast yelped and growled, and he felt its grip slip, but it managed to stay attached like a vicious leech.

The wet mud suddenly shifted beneath Sam, causing the handsome muscle giant to lose what little balance he had and crash unceremoniously to the ground. Sam dropped heavily onto his big, beefy ass, the cold mud sliding up his deep, hairy crack. The huge slimy beast promptly jerked him against the wall and re-secured its powerful arm around the human’s thick, bullish, muscle-corded neck. The mighty warrior grabbed and squeezed the monster’s arms in an air-hungry panic, desperate to find an opening. He kicked and flailed, causing his naked heels to carve deep ruts in the wet muck, while his muscular back arched as he bucked and twisted. Sam’s rampant and rock hard cock looked like it was fucking thin air with each heave and buck, and slender rivers of clear precum were cutting trails though the mud coating the entire length of his massive penis. 

The fight was silent save for the slap and plop of muscle and mud, along with the occasional grunt or snort that escaped from Sam’s nearly closed-off airway.

Sam strained to roll to one side or another, but the monster’s incredibly powerful legs and the poor friction kept him securely in place. He clawed the creature’s shoulders and rounded skull as his bloodshot eyes began bulging out of his handsome face, which was now a fiery shade of red verging toward purple. His tongue flopped out of his mouth as he gagged and wheezed. To add injury and pain to the already agonizing hold, the green-skinned beast violently thrashed him side to side, but Sam simply flailed and grasped at the muscled monster cutting off his air supply. He pulled violently at the beast’s monstrously thick bicep, but it was locked tightly under his powerful square chin. His body breathed as a reflex, making his deeply chiseled, cobblestone abs flex rhythmically, but was now failing to get any air into his powerful lungs. His huge heart pounded like a war drum, a rhythm the beast could feel even through Sam’s thick, bullish neck.

The monster pressed the webbed fingers of its enormous free hand onto the back of the struggling man’s dark-haired head, adding even more pressure to an already devastating move. It hissed happily and sniffed the air while a smell of wet, cold earth mixed with a thick mammalian musk of sweat and fear wafted into its nose slits. Unable to escape the stranglehold, Sam began to fade. His struggles became weak and disorganized, stroking and squeezing the monster’s huge, sinewy arm, amounting to little more than muscle worship. His eyes were rolling to the back of his head and his tongue hung limply from his mouth, which drooled a steady stream of saliva down his chin and onto his utterly massive pecs. Deprived of air for too long, Samuel’s monstrous muscles seized as he began to slip into unconsciousness. 

In a final, desperate act to fertilize something before perishing, Sam’s galvanized bull cock suddenly reached its much-delayed orgasm. The big muscle warrior had long been famous for the size and power of his ferocious cum loads, but his final orgasm was monstrous even by his lofty standards, a violent and volcanic purging of every last sperm cell in his horribly bruised and battered balls. As his massive body gave a mighty arch backwards, Samuel’s monster cock unleashed its first colossal spurt of hero seed, which struck the creature right in its surprised and shocked face. The beast didn’t relax in the slightest, though, and kept right on choking the dying muscle man as slug after slug after massive slug of sperm shot out of his powerfully throbbing cock, coating both of their torsos in thick ropes and sticky streamers of his potent male brew. 

On and on Sam’s orgasm raged, his magnificent, muscular body rhythmically convulsing and spasming with each colossal gout of splooge. The unbelievably massive orgasm lasted for nearly two full minutes, purging a hero’s worth of studly seed, before it finally ratcheted down to a close. Finally, after a few weak spurts of watery sludge, Samuel’s last, spectacular orgasm shuddered to an end. 

A few torturous moments of unconscious spasms and muffled gurgles followed, and then the sweaty, cum-drenched mountain of savagery and muscle relaxed, falling limp like a child’s doll. The beast felt the muscleman shudder briefly one last time before mighty pounding beneath Samuel’s gargantuan, shield-like pecs faded into silence. Only the distant dripping of water pierced the stillness that fell over the two warriors. 

After a few moments, the victorious monster quietly removed its huge arm from around the human’s throat and sat still, admiring its work. It allowed the savage’s impressive bulk to lay against it, his handsome and dark-haired head hanging limply on its huge, pale green shoulder. Its muddy fingers squeezed Sam’s gigantic biceps, which it was amazed to find were nearly as dense as granite even when limp. The mighty mounds of his warm and meaty pecs were like boulders, his enormous deltoids like huge, spherical stones. Even as the Skum played with its vanquished foe, the man’s powerful chest and chiseled abdomen deflated, releasing his final, prolonged breath, and rose no more. 

Mighty Samuel was dead.

The beast enjoyed the feel of its warm-blooded conquest against its body for several minutes longer, and ran its taloned hands through the sticky morass of thick and chunky nut slop that coated both of their mighty torsos. The deluge of spunk from Samuel’s industrial-sized bollocks had a heady but not unpleasant scent, which the creature found intriguing. 

After some time, though, the creature rolled the lifeless body off of it and stood. Its muscles were still bulging and swollen with immense power, and would remain that way for the next ten days or so until the power of the moon flowers wore off. It rubbed its battered head and back, but nothing felt broken. Confident the fight had been a total victory, the creature croaked cheerfully to itself and grabbed the man’s thick, vascular arms. It then began the long trek through the dark, muddy tunnels back to its den, dragging the strangled slab of muscle behind it.

The monster would eat well tonight.