Banded Olympian Muscle Stud - Part 4 of 4

Here is the conclusion of the Banded Olympian saga, just in time for Christmas! :D I really hope that you all enjoy it. At the last minute, I've added an afterword to suggest a continuation of the series, though I have no plans to do so at the moment. 

But, as always, I encourage your input in the comments section below on where you'd like to see this story go next...  

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Banded Olympian Muscle Stud - Part 4

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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Tim realized that his jaw had been gaping open for at least the past ten minutes, and he slowly closed his suddenly dry mouth. He had just witnessed the most incredible display of hyper virile masculinity in history splash across his various computer monitors, and it was taking him a very long time to collect himself again. He felt something warm and wet on his chin and neck, and realized that he had spontaneously shot his own load during Matthew’s colossal testicular purge, plastering his own upper body with one of the biggest and most violent loads of his life. 

The stunned football player absentmindedly wiped away the bulk of his hot and creamy jizz with a handy kitchen towel as his mind processed the extraordinary scene he’d just witnessed. His heart flooded with joy as he watched his hunky friend Matthew defeat the dark green band that had been trying to strangulate his massive balls, and seeing a healthy color return to those enormous bollocks let Tim know that the stud’s titanic testes still lived! 

But Tim also quickly realized that his friend’s behemoth balls were still in mortal danger, for if Matthew was still trapped inside that metal stall come dawn, his gorgeous gonads would be unceremoniously sliced off as the sun peeked above the horizon! With renewed hope and urgency in his heart, Tim resumed his efforts to crack the code of the livecam website, desperate to locate and save his secret love before it was too late. 

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After night fell, the temperature inside the barn once again dropped, and only the heat from the dozens of bright lights kept the temperature from becoming dangerously low. Still, the exposure of Matthew’s naked body to the chill cold further sapped his flagging energy, leaving the handsome young muscle bull more exhausted and fatigued than ever. Hour after hour slowly ticked by, and the raping of Matthew’s loins continued at regular intervals, forcing his beleaguered and critically overworked balls to cough up more of their precious liquid cargo every 15 minutes. 

Matthew had never been so tired in his whole life, and had never known so much deep throbbing agony. His humongous cock was so hideously bloated and distended that it was nearly purple with congested blood, and it burned with an ache unlike anything the young hunk had ever known. His prostate was a swollen knot of pure agony, so bruised and battered by the invading dildo that it felt like a white hot coal of pain. And his balls, his poor ill-used and overworked balls, felt utterly spent and exhausted, even as they continued to prove their unparalleled mettle by whipping up vast amounts of fresh baby batter at a fantastically accelerated rate, and then pumping out all of that prime quality seed every quarter hour. His great vessels of manhood sagged lower than they ever had in his life, dangling a good 8 or 9 inches below his crotch, and glowing a bright and angry red from being forced to churn out sperm at such an unnaturally rapid rate. 

Matthew’s giant gonads were being redlined to the extreme, and though the devastatingly handsome muscle man was grateful that his huge orbs had survived their near death experience with the bander, he began to fear that they might burn out into useless husks even before they were sliced off at dawn. The gorgeous Olympian despaired that he would survive the coming day an intact male… 

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Precious hours had slipped by, and a desperate Tim once again began to despair of ever being able to trace the website and locate Matt’s position. There were only hours to go before dawn, and he knew that time was running out for his handsome friend. 

The big football player was at a loss for what to do next, his anxiety growing with each passing minute. He began to pour over the footage he’d recorded for the thousandth time, searching for some hint, some clue he hadn’t noticed before, that might help him save his friend. 

That’s when he noticed it. His timestamped footage showed the exact moment when the previous dawn’s light had begun to bathe Matthew’s staggeringly muscular body with its golden radiance, as well as the exact moment that the sun had passed below the horizon some 12 hours later. Tim also realized that he could determine the angle at which the sunlight entered through the barn doors. With a flash of an idea, the excited college jock realized that he might be able to closely estimate the latitude of Matthew’s location based on the times of the sunrise and sunset, and that he might be able to use satellite imagery and the orientation of the barn to find suitably-sized structures that might meet the barn’s description. With hope and resolve flaring once more in his heart, Tim quickly got dressed, packed up his two laptops, and raced down to his car. He was going to use the two computers to start zeroing in on Matthew’s position as he drove into the night. He just prayed that he’d be able to find Matthew in time… 

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00:34:25 — 00:34:24 — 00:34:23

Matt couldn’t believe that he was now in the final hour of his 48-hour torture. He was both relieved and terrified; relieved that, in a little more than half an hour and for better or for worse, his punishment would be over and he would be free, but terrified that the coming dawn would also mean the end of his precious balls. He was weary beyond description, having been forced to orgasm nearly 200 times in the past two days while his powerful body has been kept shackled and nearly immobile. The proof of his phenomenal virility was sprayed out before him in a massive, fan-shaped swamp of soggy earth, sperm-drenched hay, and huge pools of cooling spunk. 

The young muscle giant felt chilled to the bone, the cold pre-dawn air sucking the dwindling energy from his body. Matthew felt he might never be warm again. But the cold was nothing compared to the inhuman pain he was suffering. 

The herculean stud flexed his titanic arms once again, struggling futilely to somehow free himself from the steel restraints that had kept him bound at ankle, wrist, and neck for two full days. His massive muscles were tight and stiff from being kept in the same position for so long, his joints aching and sore, but those aches and pains were NOTHING compared to the inferno of agony erupting from his genitals. Matt knew that his sexual plumbing was already damn near ruined, and that even if he were somehow rescued at this late hour, he wasn’t sure if there was anything left that could be saved. His hideously bloated cock, so horrifically swollen and distended that it now easily measured over 18 extraordinary inches in length, had been kept so turgid and so stiff for so long that Matthew feared it might die. And his prostate had been so ruthlessly and mercilessly zapped and hammered for so long that it felt like it was wrecked and destroyed, and his monumentally muscular ass raped until his previously tight hole felt raw and gaping. 

But even those pains paled in comparison to the white hot agony inside of his balls. Oh, his balls, his BALLS! Matthew’s mighty sex organs almost visibly pulsed in raging pain, bright red and bloated, with enormous veins protruding all over their vast curved surfaces. He couldn’t see them from over his mammoth pectoral muscles, but he could FEEL how swollen and distended they were. Even all of these hours after finally breaking free of the dark green rubber band and purging the multiple gallons of splooge that had been packed inside of them, Matt’s boulder balls hadn’t shrunk any smaller than ostrich eggs in size, and the jury was out on how much of that expanded size was simply temporary swelling due to abuse and overuse, and how much might actually be permanent. Not that that was much of a concern at that moment, what with his impending castration at dawn… 

The two IVs inserted into Matthew’s big bollocks were even now still pumping those mighty sperm factories chock full of nutrients, growth hormones, and spunk accelerants, brutally fording those hot, heavy, and exhausted orbs pump out even more of their vital essence. The pain felt like his huge gonads must have already been reduced to burnt out rubble, utterly stripped of their virility and their ability to make sperm, but those twin spunk bunkers continued to defy all odds and prove their continued vitality again and again, as they churned out a seemingly never-ending supply of rich and thick baby batter. 

With each ejaculation, the burning pain inside his nuts increased to the point where they now felt like they were filled with molten magma. What had started out as toe-curling ecstasy 48 hours ago had become the stuff of nightmares, with each orgasmic contraction of his nuts feeling like he was being kicked square in the balls by a bull elephant. Even the mighty Matthew Clarke nearly lost consciousness with each goliath cum load, for the agony was so intense that his massively muscular body could scarce endure it. 

Some small corner of his pain-wracked and fatigue-addled mind still prayed for a miracle, that someone would find him, that someone would rescue him, that somehow he’d break loose or the machine itself would malfunction. But as the clock ticked down and the electronic dildo once again revved up to herald the beginning of yet another extraction cycle, Matthew felt his last hopes ebbing away… 

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The growing brightness on the horizon only increased Tim’s panic as he raced down narrow country roads. He knew he was getting close, but he’d checked out nearly a dozen barns and similar structures within the past hour, and none of them housed the missing Olympian. There were scarcely ten minutes left on the clock. Tim threw caution to the wind and drove his car to dangerous speeds, hoping against hope that he could find his friend Matthew in time. 

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Matthew was so exhausted that he hung limply from his restraints, his handsome head slumped as far forward as the steel band around his bison neck would allow. The dregs of his most recent bull load were still dripping from his monstrous, throbbing cock into the vast lake of spunk below. It had been perhaps his most painful and voluminous ejaculation yet, a fitting swan song to his soon-to-be-ended masculinity. The young man felt like he’d pumped his very soul out of his huge cock, like his life force was being forced out of his balls through his pulsating cock. 

Every beat of his proud heart felt like a kick to his balls, over and over and over again, and his mind swam in a continuous fog of pain. Just the very weight of his ostrich egg sized bollocks caused him tremendous pain, pulling and tugging at the thick cords and cables that anchored those gigantic nuts to his lean and muscular crotch. Matthew’s nuts had never hung free of his compression shorts or any other form of support for such a long time before, and even without all of the swelling and bloating and marathon ejaculating, he was pretty sure his nuts would be aching simply from their own great weight. But now they were even heavier than ever, and had been worked almost to failure by the extraction machine, Matthew’s behemoth bollocks were now twin suns of searing agony. Though he was desperate to somehow save his beautiful nuts, he knew with dread certainty that, one way or another, their extended abuse and torture would end soon. 

Despite his exhaustion, Matthew was painfully aware of the ticking clock, counting down the remaining moments of his intact manhood. 

00:04:00 — 00:03:59 — 00:03:58 

There was the other pain as well, also deep, almost within his bowels. At first it had been a source of wondrous pleasure unlike anything he’d ever known, and with each cycle the machine had milked his manhood with an intensity that curled his muscular toes and made his thundering heart skip a beat. The first dozen ejaculations had been pure orgasmic pleasure — hell, the first several dozen had been amazing! — but even Matthew’s sturdy plumbing wasn’t meant to be pushed to such extremes. After a time he reached a point where the electrical pulsation of the invading dildo had burned its way up through his asshole and fired its charge down the awesome length of his throbbing cock, literally burning its way right through the middle of his prostate gland in the process. The current had milked him like a bull, and he had shot more hot, chunky, and incredibly thick semen out of his dick in the last two days than he’d shot in his entire life! He’d eventually reached a point where the pleasure had just disappeared totally, and had been instead replaced with only pain, the current splitting him in two, his humongous horse cock twitching spasmodically under the lightning bolts of electrical agony. 

Matthew was surprised that he hadn’t already lost the ability to ejaculate. Between the utter exhaustion of all of the ejaculatory muscles in his groin and the brutal punishment his prostate had endured, he would have more than half expected that all of his sensory nerves would have been fried, his mammoth cock would have finally failed and flagged and gone limp, never to rise again, and that his poor prostate gland would have been cooked and charred to a shriveled lump of carbon. But the mighty Olympian’s sexual plumbing had proven itself to be every bit as strong and tough and powerful as the rest of his magnificent physique, and Matt felt a strange sense of pride that he’d be facing his unmanning with his gigantic rock still standing hard as a steel beam and his colossal balls almost visibly pulsing with vitality and life. He would remain a man right up until the very end. 

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And that end was coming very soon… 

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With just minutes to go, Tim spotted yet another barn on the near horizon, another possible hiding place for his hunky friend. He knew that if he gunned the engine, he might have just enough time to check this final barn. The sun had almost risen above the treetops in the distance, and Tim threw the car into its highest gear as he sped toward the waiting building. 

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With one minute to go on the clock, the diabolical extraction machine switched on once more. The hated dildo began to plow his churning bowels once again, hammering at his prostate even as it sent bolts of lightning through the tortured gland and up the entire length of his massive penis. 

Matthew groaned and sobbed as he was raped for what he knew would be the final time. He began to weakly fight against his restraints once more, his fantastic strength now a mere fraction of its former glory. But desperation drove him on, trying with every ounce of his being to free himself and save his nuts. 

A golden glow flooded the room, and Matthew lifted his weary head to see the sun starting to peek above the horizon. It’s warm light bathed his heartbreakingly handsome face, and started to slowly illuminate down the length of his gorgeous body, working its way down toward his tortured groin. Once that sunlight was fully striking his low-hanging nuts, Matthew knew that the final solenoid would activate and slice off his beloved balls. The time of his castration was almost at hand. 

Suddenly, Matt heard what sounded like a car engine, growing closer even as he listened. Hope gave him a surge of energy, and he began to shout and scream for help. He saw a familiar car race up the driveway, and his relief was so profound that he didn’t even question why his friend Tim’s car was arriving on the scene. The final seconds continued to wind down, and he knew it would be a race against time for his would-be rescuer to save his huge nuts. 

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Tim could see the shine of dozens of lights coming out of the open barn doors, and he knew without a shred of doubt that he’d finally found the correct farm. He gunned the engine until the last second, skidding to a gravel-spraying stop just feet from the barn entrance. He threw himself out of the open car door and began to sprint into the barn. It only took him a heartbeat to take in the scene — his gorgeous friend Matthew shackled within a metal horse stall in the center of the large room, his naked body splayed out spread eagled, his massive limbs spread out wide, his impossibly gigantic cock pointing skyward and throbbing with masculine might, a look of wild hope and desperation shining in his beautiful blue eyes. 

And his titanic bull balls, hanging so tremendously low and heavy from his crotch, directly in line with the deadly path of the solenoid with its super heated wire. Tim knew that all he had to do was reach Matthew’s side in time to lift up his nuts with his hands to get them out of that deadly path. That’s it — that’s all he needed to do! And with mere seconds on the clock, he was going to get there just in time! 

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The instant relief on Matthew’s handsome face when he saw his teammate and pal Tim appear was enough to break one’s heart. The gorgeous stud began to sob as his dear friend sprinted toward him. Their eyes met, and the smiles that broke across both of their faces made even the dawn’s rosy light pale in comparison. 

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Tim was grinning from ear to ear as his gridiron-trained legs pumped and chewed up the distance from the barn opening to his waiting, captive friend. He was going to make it! He was going to save Matthew’s big, beautiful balls!! 

But Tim hadn’t counted on how slick the earthen floor had become after being sprayed with gallons and gallons of Matt’s incredibly thick and slippery nut slop. He’d crossed half the distance in a flash, but then his right foot slipped in all of the nut sludge. He tried to catch and right himself, stumbling a couple more steps forward, but then he completely lost his footing and tumbled forward. 

Time seemed to slow down as Tim fell. Both his and Matthew’s eyes grew large with surprise and terror as they saw the Olympian’s final hopes at rescue draining away. The second solenoid had already been activated, the 1/8-inch wire already glowing with red-hot heat, ready to slice through anything in its path. Tim screamed as he fell. 

“NOOOOOOO!!!!!”

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Matthew’s overwhelming joy turned to terror and soul-crushing disappointment in an instant as he saw his friend Tim slip and stumble and start to fall. There was no way he could get up in time to reach him now, and he braced himself for the painful slicing of his heavy, throbbing nuts. 

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There were only a few seconds left on the clock as Tim’s powerful jock body impacted the cum-splattered ground with a huge splash of sperm and mud. His forward momentum made Tim skid forward like he was sliding into home plate, great slugs of gamey spunk splashing ahead of him. He came to a rest less than half a dozen feet in front of his naked friend, and he therefore had a perfect front row seat for what happened next. 

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Even in these final seconds, the malicious machine continued attacking his body, thrusting the metal dildo into his wrecked and ruined prostate, pulsing electrical current through the burned out gland and through his hard-as-a-fucking-crowbar cock. Matthew bucked and thrust his hips as his ass was getting raped once more, powerless to do anything but ride out these final seconds of torture. His great muscles were forced to spasmodically contract and flex in time with the electrical pulsations, his ass jerking and his hips humping the open air as if his life depended on it. 

And perversely, even in these final seconds, Matthew felt another orgasm about to slam into his loins. His aching, exhausted, beyond-spent loins. And it looked like that orgasm was going to hit just as the wire sliced off his nuts. 

In a final act of desperation, Matthew began to flex the cremaster muscles inside his scrotum, in the hopes of lifting his huge balls out of the path of the super heated wire. But perhaps the most exhausted muscles in his entire body were those that encircled his two titanic testicles in a smooth sheet of muscle. Two entire days of continuous contractions and pulsations had utterly worn out these muscles, which was part of the reason why his massive bull nuts were sagging 9 full inches below his crotch. Two days of being continuously pumped full of growth hormones and virility enhancements had also caused his already gargantuan bollocks to swell even bigger, growing fatter and fuller and thicker and denser, until each mammoth orb was actually heavier than the 16-pound shot put balls that Matthew used in competition! There was no WAY that those exhausted cremaster muscles could haul more than 40 pounds of prime bull nut meat high enough to escape the deadly embrace of the cutting wire! Was there?! 

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The entire front of Tim’s body was completely drenched in his friend’s incredibly thick and funky spunk, but the horrified football jock barely noticed. His sorrowful green eyes were locked on the massive, double-barreled bulge of his best friend’s goliath nutsac, hanging so low and vulnerable between his colossally muscular thighs. He knew with a sick certainty that he was about to see the red hot wire cut through the neck of that saggy scrotum. And then Matthew’s ball sac, that massive pouch of velvety smooth skin that contained the young man’s most prized possessions, the two sex glands that were the ultimate source of his incredible strength and muscularity and overwhelming manliness, would drop to the barnyard floor below with a wet splat, landing in a cooling pool of his own heroic virility. Tim was filled with a sense of soul-crushing loss and he turned his tear-stained face upward and prepared to witness the unmanning of his best friend. 

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As the final seconds counted down, Matthew rhythmically flexed his groin muscles as hard as he could, trying to force the exhausted tethers suspending his monstrously swollen bollocks to retract. The spermatic muscles quivered and flexed, causing his gargantuan gonads to jump and quiver on the ends of their cables, hauling themselves up and inch or two with each flex before falling heavily to the bottom of their sac once again. Just that small amount of movement was a herculean effort on Matthew’s part, but he knew that it wouldn’t be nearly enough to save his balls. His titanic testicles had swollen so impossibly huge, and were hanging so impossibly low, that they would need to retract nearly the entire 9 inches of their extraordinary dangle to escape death at the hands of the white hot cutting wire. 

There would be no reprieve. There would be no last minute rescue at the hands of his faithful friend. There would be no thwarting his imminent and beyond cruel castration. Matthew could only look helplessly at the digital clock as it counted down the final moments of his masculinity. 

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In those final seconds, Matthew’s ultimate orgasm hit like a planet-busting meteor directly into his nuts, his most outrageously powerful and painful orgasm yet. With a mighty bellow of defiance and desperation, Matthew flexed every mighty muscle in his gargantuan body, including the exhausted and spent muscles between his legs, creating the most fantastic vision of hyper-flexing muscular perfection that the world had ever seen. And just as the second solenoid was released and the white hot wire began its path of destruction toward the neck of Matthew’s dangling nutsac, his groin muscles gave one last, mighty heave, and with a spasmodic jerk, yanked his bloated bollocks upward so hard and so fast that they collided with his groin, locking in place just as the first great blast of spunk shot like a rocket out of his terminally engorged penis. 

With a fraction of a second to spare, Matthew’s goliath gonad’s narrowly escaped destruction, heaving themselves upwards in the nick of time as the super heated wire passed harmlessly below them! 

A prone Tim looked up at the mighty super stud with a mixture of awe, surprise, and tremendous relief on his handsome face as he began to be showered and pelted with the steamy hot sludge of Matthew’s ridiculously copious procreative juices. Matthew continued to bellow — in defiance, in agony, and in victory — as he laid a fresh coat of chunky white spunk all the way to the barn doorway. 

After the first few gargantuan pulses of man cream, Matthew’s balls unlocked themselves from the base of his thundering cock and plummeted nearly to the bottom of their fleshy tethers, only to be hauled upward again on the next mighty pulse. This continued, over and over and over again, Matthew’s impossibly massive balls violently yo-yoing up and down throughout the remainder of his record-shattering final orgasm, their jerking movements causing the young Olympian knee-buckling pain even as they unloaded their heavy ballast across the large room. 

When Matthew’s orgasm shuddered to an end many long minutes later, a loud bang issued throughout the room as all five restraints at neck, wrist, and ankle suddenly unlocked and released the exhausted muscle bull. Tim had regained his feet by this point, and he lunged forward to help support Matthew’s enormous bulk before he could collapse to the sperm lake before. The metal dildo had also simultaneously extracted itself from the well-plumbed depths of the young man’s ravaged ass, leaving behind a deep, dull ache. Matthew wrapped his mammoth arms around his hunky friend and clung to him like his life depended upon it, huge sobs racking his massive frame as he began to release the terror and agony of his recent travails. Tim just held his best friend tight and helped prop the nearly 400 pound stud bull upright as relief washed over them both, whispering soothing words into his ear and gently stroking the sweat drenched muscles of his naked back. 

It took more than ten minutes for Matthew’s racking sobs to die down and the tears to stop flowing from his brilliant, cornflower blue eyes. By then, the mighty muscle man could once more stand on his own, and he pulled away just enough to stare wordlessly into Tim’s upturned eyes, the two friends sharing a silent moment of deepest understanding. And then, without a word, Matthew leaned forward and began to tenderly and passionately kiss the shorter man, wrapping his massive guns even tighter around Tim’s smaller form. Tim’s secret dream came true in that moment, and he returned Matthew’s passionate kiss with even greater fervor, and the two remained locked in their first embrace for a long, long time. 

When the pair finally broke from their first kiss, Tim helped Matthew assess the damage to his raped and pillaged body. Matthew’s injuries, such as they were, were focused almost entirely on his bollocks, which were still bloated larger than ostrich eggs and dangled impossibly low between his enormously muscled thighs. Those two titanic testicles were glowing a dark and angry red from the extreme levels of overuse to which they’d been subjected, and they felt feverishly hot cradled in Tim’s gentle hands, but they appeared to be completely intact. Even the dark ring of bruising where the rubber castration band had nearly choked his balls to death was starting to fade. Matthew would no doubt be sore in his cock, balls, and ass for many days to come, but he appeared to have somehow miraculously escaped any permanent injury! In fact, the only lasting change from his near-brush with emasculation was the fact that his already gargantuan balls had permanently swollen almost 50% larger than before, and that their great weight caused them to hang even lower than ever. Otherwise, Matthew’s status as the greatest alpha stud male the world had ever seen remained unchanged. 

Tim helped Matthew remove the two IVs still imbedded inside his balls, which were continuing to flood their beefy interiors with fluids and nutrients and performance-enhancing cocktails. He then helped his friend hobble over to a chair in the corner of the barn, finding some heavy woolen blankets to drape over Matthew’s hulking form as he got out his cell phone and called the police. The two friends — and now more-than-friends — huddled together for the next 20 minutes or so as they waiting for the authorities to arrive. They both knew that a media firestorm of unprecedented proportions was about to break across the globe, and Tim swore to help Matthew get through it. 

But important questions remained. Who had orchestrated Matthew Clarke’s capture, torture, and near-castration? And perhaps even more importantly, would they come back and try again? Tim and Matthew looked wordlessly into each other’s eyes, both fearful that they knew the answer to that second question… 

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Aftermath

Matthew did indeed make a full and complete recovery in the days that followed. Both he and Tim were interviewed extensively by the FBI, giving every detail they could recall of the events of Matt’s abduction and torture to the authorities, but they had little hope that the mysterious cabal of wealthy and jaded elites known simply as the Organization would be found. It was hard for either young man to not be constantly looking over their shoulders, waiting for masked abductors to show up again, but they moved on as best they can. 

Upon his release, Matt threw himself headlong into training during the final two months leading up to the Summer Olympic Games. Tim took a leave from his university studies to devote himself full time to being Matthew’s trainer… and his full time, live in boyfriend and lover. Perhaps the most amazing result to come out of Matt’s abduction and near unmanning was that he and Tim found true love in each other. Their multiple daily love-making sessions were Olympic-level events themselves, and quickly became another part of Matthew’s rigorous training regimen. 

Some of the effects of the marathon raping and plundering of the handsome muscle hunk’s outsized manhood were indeed permanent. The dangerously prolonged erection of his massive stud cock had stretched out those beefy tissues to such a degree that, even at its most flaccid and limp state, Matt’s cock now never measured less than 12 inches in length. When steely hard and erect, his titanic schlong measured a record-annihilating 18+ inches in length, and was now so thick and vein gnarled that it was simply too girthy and massive to readily fit into any human orifice. Fortunately, the huge muscle titan proved to be a ravenously hungry bottom, loving nothing more than feeling Tim’s massive 10-inch cock hammering at his swollen and throbbing prostate. 

Matt’s testicles also hadn’t emerged from their ordeal unchanged. Each colossal oblong orb was now the size of the very largest of ostrich eggs, and so extraordinarily heavy and dense that the 40 pounds of prime nut meat created an obscenely profound dangle to his scrotum, stretching his burgeoning nutsac down a good 8 or 9 inches from his muscular crotch. The extreme workout they’d endured, plus the gallons of growth hormones and virility enhancers that had been pumped into them for 48 long hours, had permanently increased their sperm production as well, taking his already super human virility to stratospheric levels. Big Matt simply HAD to purge his bloated testicles of their sloshing mega load every few hours to avoid very painful swelling and congestion in his nuts, and Tim was only more than happy to help out his devastatingly handsome friend every chance he got. 

The young Olympic hopeful made extraordinary gains in both muscle mass and strength over the course of the next weeks. Perhaps it was Matthew’s almost single-minded dedication to his training, or the nearly constant and extremely athletic love-making that the handsome hulk and his beautiful lover Tim engaged in. Or maybe it was the almost incalculable levels of testosterone and growth hormones now pumping out of Matt’s now super-sized nuts, flooding his titanic body with the building blocks for explosive muscle growth. Probably it was a combination of all three of these factors. Regardless, Matthew gained a staggering amount of muscular weight in the final weeks leading up to the competition, so that when he and Tim arrived at the Olympic Stadium, the handsome behemoth weighed in as the heaviest Olympic athlete of all time. The combination of the 20-pound gain in testicular mass he’d gained during his abduction and forced gonadal growth, and the astounding 70 pounds of freakishly dense and striated muscle mass that he added over the course of two months on insanely intense training to his already stupendously muscular frame, meant that Matthew Clarke topped the scales at a mind-blowing 485 pounds!! That was a full 150 POUNDS heavier than he’d been when he’d competed at his previous Olympic Games, and 4 pounds heavier than the next heaviest Olympic athlete in history, who had been a morbidly obese judo wrestler!!! Matt had transformed into a walking BEAST of muscle beyond anyone’s wildest imaginings, and yet he somehow maintained a level of insanely shredded conditioning and heart-stoppingly beautiful proportions and aesthetics that would have seemed utterly impossible for a man of such goliath size and mass. 

Needless to say, Matthew’s arrival at the Summer Games triggered a publicity blitz unlike anything ever seen before in any sports competition in history. And it was also a foregone conclusion that the 22-year-old muscle titan would once again sweep all ten gold medals in his powerlifting and field competitions, as well as utterly obliterate his previously-established world records in every strength event. The media firestorm that followed Matt’s stunning victories — and the mysterious abduction of both Matthew Clarke and his handsome lover Tim shortly after the conclusion of the Olympic Games — shook the sporting world to its core. 

But that, as they say, is another story… 

Banded Olympian Muscle Stud - Part 1 of 4

Welcome to the first chapter in a 4-part story arc, featuring a massively muscular and heroically endowed Olympian athlete being cruelly used and abused. I'll post another chapter every Saturday in December through Christmas Eve. I hope you all enjoy! 

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Banded Olympian Muscle Stud - Part 1

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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Matthew Clarke had no idea of where he was, who had attacked him, or why he had been abducted. 

The last thing the handsome 22-year-old college student and soon-to-be three-time Olympian remembered was leaving the University pub late in the evening. Matt had been out enjoying some celebratory beers with his football teammates, for he had once again led the team to its regional championship for the fourth year in a row, and they were poised to win the national college bowl in just over two weeks, giving him just enough time to complete his training before heading overseas to the Olympic Games. 

He’d probably had a little too much to drink that night, if he was being totally honest with himself, but he’d felt great. Even the sharp cold of the winter air outside hadn’t fazed him, despite the fact that he was only wearing blue jeans, a t-shirt, and a light jacket. But truth be told, the cold rarely got to him, for when you’re built as monumentally huge and muscular as young Matthew Clarke, you already have plenty of natural insulation. 

Matt hadn’t gotten more than a few blocks from the bar when he was suddenly attacked by four large masked men, who ambushed him from the shadows and pounced upon his massive form without any warning. Even in his somewhat inebriated state, the hulking and ferociously strong college senior would likely have been able to fight off even these four determined attackers, if not for the fact that they were all armed with industrial-strength taser guns. Four sets of needles struck Matt almost simultaneously from four different directions – the right side of his thick and muscle-corded bull neck, his mammoth left pec, his hard and chiseled right flank, and his enormously bulging groin. The fantastically muscular Olympian was dropped like a huge sack of potatoes, unable to even utter a cry of pain or surprise as the massive bolts of electricity surged through his herculean body in an explosion of paralyzing agony. 

A temporarily incapacitated Matt could then only watch in mute helplessness and horror as he was tightly bound at wrist and ankle with thick nylon ropes, hoisted into the air with considerable effort, and stuffed into the large trunk of a waiting car. Without a single word from any of his assailants, they slammed the trunk lid closed, got into the vehicle, and drove off to parts unknown. 

As the hours rolled by in the dark confines of the cramped and claustrophobic trunk, the terrified young college jock tried to think of who might want to kidnap him, and why. And the only reason he could think of was simple jealousy… 

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Matthew Clarke was a young man blessed with truly magnificent genetic gifts. He was beautiful even as a child, with a tousled mop of thick, curly brown hair over sparkling blue eyes, set in a face that became even more exquisitely chiseled and refined as he grew. By the time he’d become a young adult, Matt had developed the kind of devastatingly handsome features usually reserved for matinee idols and comic book super heroes, with a chiseled, square-jawed masculinity tempered by his gorgeous blue eyes and friendly, disarming, and gorgeous smile. 

Matt also possessed an exceedingly sharp and brilliant analytical mind, with an IQ well north of 160 and an amazing aptitude for mathematics and the sciences. He had a triple major in engineering, physics, and chemistry, and was a shoe-in to graduate at the top of his class in all three subjects. The young man had a very bright future ahead of him in applied sciences. 

But it was the lad’s physical development that was truly extraordinary. 

Matt was an extremely gifted athlete from his youngest days, excelling at every type of sport that he tried, including football, soccer, baseball, wrestling, swimming, and track. His incredible speed, boundless energy, and awesome dexterity were only outshined by his phenomenal strength, which continued to increase by leaps and bounds as the years went by. The lad grew and developed with precocious speed, and at the tender age of only 13 already stood 6 feet, 2 inches tall and packed an impressive weight of over 220 pounds of solid muscle onto his huge, broad-shouldered frame. The kid still had the face of a gorgeous adolescent boy, but he already had the full grown body of an adult man. A very well-developed adult man, as his entire high school was soon to learn. 

A minor scandal broke out at the beginning of Matthew’s freshman year of high school when he attended the swim team tryouts. The stunningly well built boy towered over his classmates at poolside both in height and in muscular development, even the 17 and 18 year old seniors, making him stand out already. But it was when he stripped down to his brand new Speedo that the differences between him and his fellow students became even more profound. Simply put, the crotch bulge filling the pouch of his overstuffed swimsuit was so mammoth as to be obscene. The wealth of man meat sprouting from his groin was staggeringly enormous, so much so that the sides of his voluminous testicles were peeking out from the edges of the straining fabric, and the thick root of his equally massive penis was exposed at the top of the skimpy garment. 

Young Matt had never seen any of the other boys naked or skimpily dressed before — or any grown men, for that matter — so he had literally no idea that he was hung so much larger than his peers. The eyes of his classmates all but bulged out of their sockets when they caught their first glimpse of what the tall, handsome, muscular lad was packing in his swimming pouch, and they couldn’t help but gawk and point and stare. 

The shocked coach quickly rushed the embarrassed and furiously blushing Matt back into the boy’s locker room, had him throw on some clothes, and then marched him to the administration office. There, during an emergency staff meeting that also included Matthew’s parents and a sympathetic guidance counselor, it was mutually decided by all the adults present that, for the sake of decency and to avoid an even greater scandal, the phenomenally-blessed young teen would abstain from participating in any athletic event where his gigantic genitalia could not remain adequately covered and concealed. Swimming was therefore definitely out, and there was also no way to adequately obscure his bulge in a wrestling singlet. At least sports like football and baseball required their players to wear cups, so a large crotch bulge was common for these sports. Of course, an athletic cup would have only further enlarged the bulge in Matthew’s pants, so he was forced to go without, which resulted in some rather painful experiences in the years that followed, but it was worth it to the young lad in order to play these team sports with his friends. 

The whole swim team incident deeply embarrassed the huge and growing boy, however, and he took great pains thereafter to try to hide and disguise his massive bulge as best he could. Compression shorts and baggy pants became his constant companions, and he was always careful to never change clothes where others could see him, even in the locker room. His genitals became the source of his secret shame, even though it was the lad’s freakishly overgrown testicles that pumped out all of the testosterone and other male growth hormones that gave him the great muscular size and strength that allowed him to excel in sports. 

With sports such as swimming and wrestling now closed to him, Matthew sought out other athletic activities to take their place, and that’s when he discovered both powerlifting and field events. These were sports that allowed Matt to capitalize on his extraordinary strength, and he took to them like a fish to water. So much so in fact that later that spring, Matthew Clarke shocked the sporting world by qualifying for the U.S. Men’s Olympic Team in all four field events and all six powerlifting events. At a mere 14, Matt was the youngest competitor in Olympic history in each of these events, and while he ‘only’ managed to win two bronze medals, one for discus, the other for hammer throw, the affable and extraordinarily photogenic young kid from Iowa wowed audiences all over the world with his phenomenal strength and skill. Add to that his classic, all-American, boyish good looks, easy-going manner, and humble, soft-spoken charm, and Matt was a natural media darling.

Throughout his four years of high school, Matthew kept on growing taller and bigger and stronger, and kept shattering local, state, and even some national records as he kept training and competing in strength events. And all of this while also leading his varsity football and baseball teams to state championships four years in a row! The kid was a natural-born athlete, and university talent scouts were all but salivating over the lad as they watched him swell bigger and bigger with muscle. 

It was a foregone conclusion that Matthew would qualify for the Summer Olympics again four years later, but the sporting world wasn’t prepared for the muscle beast that the young man had become. Then 18 years old, Matt had reached his full height of 6 feet, 5 inches, and had added more than 100 staggering pounds of dense, thick, striated muscle to his already spectacular physique, weighing in at a whopping 335 pounds of rock-hard muscle. Though still young and boyish-looking, Matt now had the face of an adult, his breathtakingly handsome features becoming even more masculine and virilized, which was a better match for a physique that would have been the envy of even the biggest super heavyweight bodybuilder. Even in his competition singlet and baggy shorts, it was clear that Matthew possessed one of the most extraordinarily chiseled and perfectly-proportioned physiques of any of the thousands of other Olympians at the Games, and certainly the most massive and muscular. 

Rumors had followed the young man since that fateful day poolside his freshman year of high school about how much meat he was packing in his crotch. Matthew’s genitals had only grown larger still in the four years since then, and even with his multiple layers of compression underwear and the baggiest and most accommodating shorts he could find, he sported a very large bulge at the front of his pants even at the best of times. It had been hard over the years for journalists and reporters to remember that, despite his impressive build and clearly VERY adult package, young Matt had still been a minor until only recently. But now that the lad was 18 years old, the quiet speculation as to just how much meat the young muscle stud was packing was growing steadily louder… 

This time around, the 18-year-old, 335-pound mega-star athlete utterly blew away the competition. He won the men’s gold medal for discus, shot put, javelin, and hammer throw, setting brand new world records for each of these events in the process, and instantly becoming an even bigger media sensation. 

But it was the following week, when Matthew competed in the various powerlifting competitions, that he truly stunned the sports world. For not only did the handsome young muscle titan break Olympic records for his own weight class, he broke world records for maximum weight lifted period, exceeding records held by men who weighed up to 100 pounds more than the young farm boy! In the snatch competition, Matthew heaved a staggering 825 pounds aloft in one smooth motion, utterly shattering the previous record of 485 pounds. And in the clean and jerk competition, the young titan stunned the weight lifting world when he pressed a colossal 1,000 pounds of steel — half a TON! — over his head, not only obliterating the previous record of 582 pounds by more than 400 pounds, but huffing and puffing and holding that monstrous amount of weight aloft for an additional 5 seconds longer than necessary, gargantuan muscles bulging and his entire body quivering with the effort! Needless to say, the beaming and devastatingly handsome young muscle bull won the gold for both events, as well as the remainder of the powerlifting events and the overall totals, sweeping the entire series. 

The next day, the powerlifting athletes gathered again for a friendly and unofficial weight lifting competition, something of a good will expo for the fans and media. But this year, the normally lightly-attended expo was packed to overflowing, as people crowded to see the gorgeous young 18-year-old powerlifting sensation in action. The heartbreakingly handsome hunk, with his curly brown hair and stunning blue eyes, smiled and waved to the wildly cheering crowd when he took to the stage, clearly amazed at all of the attention he was getting. He then made weight lifting history by breaking three world records in quick succession. First, Matt squatted a mammoth 1,650 pounds, goliath quads bulging to obscene dimensions as he shattered the previous record of 1,281 pounds. Next, he deadlifted a monstrous 1500 pounds, his hamstrings swelling and the mighty fan-shaped striations on his behemoth glutes visible even through his lycra singlet as he shattered the previous record of 1,104 pounds. And when it finally came time for the bench press, Matt astounded the competition by benching 2,000 pounds — an ENTIRE TON!! — absolutely demolishing (and very nearly doubling!) the previous world record of 1,105 pounds. Matthew’s gargantuan pectoral muscles ballooned to even more staggering dimensions as he heaved the reinforced bar aloft, his magnificent chest taking on a diamond-like hardness as each individual band and fiber of muscle could be seen through his paper thin skin. 

And just to further prove that he was the strongest man that had ever lived, Matthew then cranked out four more reps with the one ton weight bar, grimacing and grunting in a most erotic fashion as his insanely huge and mighty muscles hoisted that impossible weight a total of five times before dropping the bar with a loud and resounding clang in the cradle! 

The sports world could hardly believe Matt’s achievements! In fact, several foreign judges called foul and demanded that Matt submit to testing once again for performance-enhancing drugs. The young muscle man readily complied, eager to clear his name, and sure enough, all of the tests came back negative. Few could believe the truth, that young Matthew had never used any growth- or strength-enhancing substances in his entire life, legal or otherwise. With his stunningly superior genetics, it only took dedication, lots and LOTS of food, and plenty of hard exercise for the devastatingly handsome lad to pack on the muscle. In a world of steroid-enhanced competitors, Matt was a 100% natural athlete who proved that drugs were a poor substitute for superb genetics, powerful drive, and hard work. 

By the end of the Summer Games, young Matthew Clarke had won 10 gold medals in all 10 individual events he had competed in, making him the new record holder for the most medals (gold or otherwise) won by any athlete in a single Olympic Games. And the sporting community could only gasp in wonder at what Matthew would bring to the NEXT Olympic Games in four years, for the 18-year-old lad was still growing! 

Matt navigated the media firestorm that followed as best he could, with his usual affable and self-effacing charm. He was unfailingly kind, polite, and soft-spoken by nature, humble and self deprecating, but the more he tried to play down his extraordinary athletic achievements, the more the media seemed to hound him. He had already been offered many lucrative promotional contracts after his first Summer Games four years prior, but now corporations were jumping over each other trying to sign a deal with the handsome young super star. He even received an instantly infamous $10 million offer from Playgirl Magazine for the huge, handsome, and hunky athlete to bare it all. A large segment of the public was more than eager to see just what Matthew was packing in his enormous crotch, a tantalizingly huge bulge that had gotten only bigger over the intervening years. But Matt declined most contracts and interviews, including the one from Playgirl, instead preferring to return to his home town to finish off his last year of high school and prepare for college. The nation, and the world for that matter, were hungry to learn more about the devastatingly handsome and increasingly reclusive young muscle man, but Matthew Clarke effectively went into hiding, continuing his training and education in private. 

Though he was offered full athletic scholarships from almost every major college and university in the nation, Matthew chose to attend a prestigious university on a full scholastic scholarship, where he pursued his challenging triple major. He continued to excel both at his studies and at sports. The friendly and popular young man joined many of the same team events he’d played in high school, including football and baseball, where he continued to shine, but his greatest loves continued to be field events and powerlifting, and he continued to break world records — and in the process utterly shattering college, state, and national records — as his strength and skill grew. All the while, the huge stud kept on getting bigger and stronger, adding more and more muscle to his already colossal frame. 

Over the course of the intervening four years, Matthew had continued to improve upon his already spectacular body, if that was even possible, pushing the bounds of human achievement by adding 60 MORE pounds to his awe-inspiring physique. He now topped the scales at an utterly staggering 395 pounds of stupendously rock hard and chiseled muscle, and he knew that he was on track to break the 400-pound barrier before the year was out and compete at the upcoming Olympic Summer Games as one of the heaviest Olympic athletes of all time! The young muscle titan had always been naturally blessed with a very lean physique, and with a natural body fat level of less than 5% even in his most ‘off-season’ shape, every single one of those massive muscles was cut and chiseled and shredded to the absolute max. 

Matt had also continued to make astonishing gains in his strength training, which helped him in all of his sports endeavors. In fact, on the night of his capture, Matthew had scored the winning touchdown himself by throwing off all six men who had tried to tackle him. He had plowed down the field like an armored tank, his massive legs propelling him at a tremendous speed, particularly for such a humongous bull of a man, and his opponents simply bounced off of him as he sprinted to the end zone. 

Matthew was more than aware that he had his fair share of detractors, however. In fact, it would have been strange if the devastatingly handsome, fantastically muscular, supremely gifted, and enormously hung young man did not engender envy and jealousy among at least some small portion of the populace, as that would just be human nature when confronted with such a true paragon of ultimate alpha male manhood. And no matter how kind and humble and self-effacing Matthew tried to be, he knew that some people would hate him anyway. 

There were many people who didn’t believe the periodic blood and urine tests, and insisted that the mighty muscle man simply HAD to be on steroids and other performance-enhancing drugs to achieve such a colossally muscular size and super human feats of strength. Others found his herculean size and huge muscles to be aesthetically disgusting and obscene, not able to appreciate the sublime beauty of the hyper realized masculine form. Still others didn’t believe that the kind and good-natured young man portrayed in the media could be for real, instead believing his behavior to be nothing more than an act, hiding an arrogant and narcissistic interior. And some were simply angry at the phenomenal success that the star athlete had already achieved in his young life, and envious of all of the opportunities and accolades that came with it. 

Basically, the handsome young muscle bull stirred envy and hot jealousy among many members of the public, and he knew that there was nothing he could do about that. It wasn’t his fault that he was born with movie star good looks, with a powerful chin and rock solid jaw, high cheekbones, a perfectly-shaped nose, heavy brows over sparkling blue eyes, a dazzling smile, and a thick head of wavy-curly brown hair that could be blown every which way in a wind storm and still look sexy. It also wasn’t his fault that he had been born with such a large frame, or such a natural capacity to pack on outrageous amounts of muscle, or that he was naturally so phenomenally strong. Sure, he had worked hard to augment and refine the many genetic blessings that he’d been born with, but it would have felt wrong for him to not do so, and to squander what gifts he’d been given. 

So as he lay trussed up and sweating in the back of a bouncing, moving vehicle, Matthew Clarke could only guess that it was one or more of these haters who had kidnapped him, and he just hoped and prayed that he wouldn’t come to any harm… 

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Finally, after five or six hours of riding in the dark in the back of the car, Matthew felt the vehicle stop and heard the unknown men get out. Then just as suddenly, the trunk was opened, and the four masked men were upon him once again. Young Matt tried to struggle and fight, but with his insanely powerful limbs tied and trussed with the nylon ropes, he was effectively helpless against his foes. The overpowered college jock could tell that he was on some kind of farm, and though he couldn’t see any animals at present in the dark of night, there were animal smells everywhere. He could also see just a hint of the sunrise over a line of dense trees in the distance. He was clearly far out in some rural area with no signs of neighbors or other inhabitants in any direction, and his fear grew even stronger. 

The four large masked men grabbed Matt by his staggeringly massive arms, hauling the huge muscle man out of the car with great grunts of effort and dragging the hobbled and terrified young man through the open large doors of the nearby barn. Though it was almost dawn, the winter cold was biting, and even through his sweat shirt and blue jeans, the young jock could feel the cold dampness of the barn. 

In the center of the large, open room was a big, stainless steel machine of some undefinable purpose, and next to it was some kind of open metal stall, the kind used to pen large farm animals like horses and cows. The center of the room was very well lit by more than a dozen spotlights placed strategically throughout the barn’s interior. The men dragged Matthew into the stall and then forced the young jock’s handsome head back into a metal ring, which, with a quick pull of a lever, tightened around his extraordinarily thick bull neck like a noose, effectively trapping him in place and allowing him very limited movement. 

One of the men grabbed his ankles, cut the thick nylon rope that was holding them together, and then pulled his titanically muscular legs outward and apart until his ankles were flush against the sides of the stall. Metal clamps were then placed around Matt’s big ankles, securing them to the walls of the metal stall. Then his wrists were similarly untied, and though he fought desperately, Matt was already too bound and immobilized to put up much of a struggle, and his monstrously big arms were soon stretched out wide so that they, too, were clamped in metal rings, forcing his huge arms up and away from his body. In a matter of minutes, the big young jock was rendered completely helpless and virtually immobile, spread eagled before his nameless, faceless captors, his great and immensely powerful muscles rendered useless in their thick metal restraints. The terrified young muscle man had never felt so vulnerable in his entire life. 

One of the masked men motioned wordlessly to another, and they opened a dark metal case on a nearby bench and removed four sets of rather large looking scissors. Without saying a word and as their terrified captive helplessly quivered in his bonds, they began to cut away Matt’s clothing. The men were experts with the scissors, running them up the young man’s pants legs, across the back of his sweat shirt and shirt, and down the sleeves without ever once touching or harming his perfect, unblemished skin. Matthew’s gorgeous blue eyes were open wide with terror as they stripped him, not knowing what they intended to do to him next. With expert swiftness, the masked men removed all of the young man’s clothes, including his shoes, socks, and his multiple layers of compression underpants, leaving him completely naked in all his young, awesome, muscular glory in the cold, damp barn. Goose bumps appeared all over the young bull’s massive muscles, and his big nipples quickly hardened to small, hard knots with the biting cold, standing forth proudly from his almost impossibly huge and heavy pectoral muscles. 

Matthew was an immensely popular hero on his college campus for a number of reasons, and not just because he was an Olympic athlete of legendary proportions and epic achievements. Matt was also devastatingly handsome, every feature of his face sculpted to utter perfection, and yet too overwhelmingly masculine to ever be called simply beautiful. Stunning, manly, and breathtaking couldn’t quite describe him. All in all, Matt had the sort of stunning, all-American good looks that Abercrombie and Fitch models would kill for. 

But as the masked men had now revealed, Matthew’s body was every bit as gorgeous and extraordinary as his face. Matt had worked his entire young life on perfecting his physique and it showed, for the 395 pounds of chiseled, rock-hard muscle he had packed onto his enormous 6-foot, 5-inch frame were perfectly proportioned and symmetrical despite being bloated to a staggeringly massive size. The young Olympian’s body was simply awesome, hyper masculine perfection personified, every muscle pumped to the max and shredded beyond belief, so that even a simple breath caused dozens of dense muscles to flex and contract in a glorious symphony all over his amazing body. The sight was awe inspiring, and even though the entire world had by now seen hundreds of photos of the stud’s award-winning physique in various states of clothing, it was another thing entirely to see his imposing stature and mammoth musculature up close, in person, and completely nude. 

It was hard to describe Matthew’s physique and do it justice, for he was simultaneously both monstrously built and yet exquisitely chiseled and proportioned to aesthetic perfection. Matt’s neck was as thick as a bull’s, and widened into even thicker trapezius muscles that stretched out to cannon ball like shoulders that were more than a yard wide. Descending from those incredibly beefy deltoids were two of the most massive arms ever recorded on a man, ultra powerful guns that stretched the measuring tape to 25 ½ inches when measured completely cold. No measurement had ever been taken of them when they were fully pumped, not even by Matt himself, but estimates ranged from 28 to 29 inches, maybe even more! These arms ended in enormously big, thick hands, huge paws that could just as easily palm a basketball as crush a granite stone to rubble. Matt’s chest was monumental, a true masterpiece, each squared-off pec muscle over 6 inches thick and incredibly wide, topped by two thick, succulent nipples. Such was the titanic mass of the young man’s chest that his hard, rubbery nipples pointed almost directly downward, protruding from the great curving undercarriage of those utterly massive pecs. The young man’s awesomely powerful back was every bit a match for his chest, with tremendously thick, flaring lats that looked nearly as wide as the barn doors he’d recently been led through, and tapered majestically down to an astonishingly tight, narrow, muscular waist. His abdominals were like chiseled cobblestones, and ditto for his incredibly striated obliques and serratus muscles. Matt’s muscular ass was breath taking, two twin mounds of big, shapely muscle that redefined the term ‘bubble butt’. From Matt’s narrow waist extended a pair of thighs that were massive in their thickness and girth, their colossal 36 inches actually exceeding Matt’s tight, corrugated, and muscular 32-inch waist! Below these tree-trunk thighs were a monstrous pair of 27-inch calves the size and shape of large, overinflated footballs. These were tremendously powerful legs capable of both great speed and great physical exertion. Matt’s mammoth legs ended in a pair of huge but shapely feet that were a match for his massive hands. In short, there was not one square inch of Matt’s muscular physique that wasn’t chiseled to perfection, and he had unquestionably one of the most amazing and hyper developed bodies in the entire world. 

Matt was a muscle beast Adonis of the very highest caliber, there was just no question about it. And yet he possessed still another attribute that placed him a cut above all other mortal men, an attribute that had started rumors flying from the moment he hit the international scene back at the mere age of 14. For years, photographers had tried to sneak pictures of Matt in the nude, both for publicity sake and just to satisfy the public’s curiosity — and lust. Was that bulge actually REAL!? Just how big a boy WAS Matt!? How much of that bulge was cock, and how much balls, and how much simply foam padding? But Matthew had always been very careful, and none had ever caught more than a glimpse of him in the buff, and never on camera. 

Until now. 

Now that his masked captors had cut away every last stitch of Matthew’s clothes, all of those long-asked questions were finally being answered, for swinging there naked and unutterably huge between Matt’s massive, bulging, columnar thighs was likely the biggest set of genitals to ever grace a human male. Matt’s cock was truly monumental, a thick uncut slab of pure beef that measured over 10 inches long when completely soft, majestically arching out and away from his crotch like a big fire hose, or a heavy, tubular side of beef. The massive organ was thick as a beer can even when completely flaccid, and one could only wonder at how massive the great penis would swell when finally erect. The succulent-looking knob at the end of that mammoth cock shaft was nearly the size of an apple, a beautifully-formed, helmet-shaped head that was almost completely encased within a thick hood of velvety foreskin. 

Dangling from beneath that monster of a cock was a pair of testicles that could only be described as gargantuan. Young Matthew possessed a set of balls that would truly have made a prime stud bull jealous. Each massive orb was larger than Matt’s own fist (and keep in mind exactly how large Matt’s fist were!), and together, their weight was so great that they stretched Matt’s scrotum to well over 4 inches from his crotch, despite the chill in the room. They hung like great meaty orbs of fruit, ripe for the plucking. The thick scrotum hung down loosely, forming a huge pouch for the massive orbs, and was stretched so long that it formed a relatively narrow neck where the all-important blood vessels and ball cords attached the mighty balls to the young man’s crotch. The enormous scrotum itself was naturally hairless and smooth due to Matt’s own great virility and the vast amounts of testosterone constantly pumping out of those two goliath sex glands, though there was a thick thatch of brown pubic hair just above the root of his incredibly thick cock. 

Here was Matt’s greatest secret finally laid bare, the ultimate source of his great strength and masculinity, the awesome wellspring of his manhood, and also the source of his secret embarrassment and shame. And now his humongous horse cock and great bull balls were not only revealed, they were completely vulnerable to whatever these mysterious men wanted to do to them. 

One of the men grabbed ahold of Matt’s huge, limp cock and, after squirting some cold liquid lubricant on it, began to tug on it, roughly and forcefully jacking the young man’s massive penis. There was no tenderness or eroticism to the masked man’s rough attentions. Nevertheless, even as he struggled and desperately fought to keep his cock down, Matt could feel himself begin to stiffen and stir from the rough friction. Truth be told, Matthew’s cock was always too randy for the lad’s own good, and he had a hard enough time keeping it down even when it wasn’t being touched. And even more incredibly, Matthew’s cock had never been touched by another person before! He was so insecure and ashamed of his mammoth size that he had never laid with another person, man or woman, and was in fact a complete virgin! Now, as he felt the novel sensation of another person’s touch for the first time in his life, Matthew couldn’t keep his oversexed cock from reacting.

Matt’s cock began to steadily engorge, ponderously lifting itself as it grew ever longer and fatter. As it grew, the masked man had to start using both hands just to properly jack the massive tubesteak, and his dark eyes visibly widened at the sight. The masked man continued pumping the massive rod as it grew to 11 inches, then 11 ½ inches, and then 12 inches. A full foot in length, but still soft and spongy, not even half hard yet and still pointing almost straight down! 

The already huge penis showed no signs of stopping as it continued to swell more rapidly now, lifting off the cradle of his behemoth balls and engorging to 13 inches, then 14 inches, then 15 inches, until it finally reached its full, eye-popping length of a mammoth 16 ½ inches!! Even the masked captors let loose breathy sighs and low whistles of amazement at the sheer colossal size of the massive cock, which more resembled a third muscular forearm than a male sex organ. And not only had the mighty cock grown in length, it had also swelled in girth, and was now thicker than the business end of a baseball bat, and harder than an iron crowbar. Massive veins snaked all up and down the vast, gently curved expanse of the double-barreled cock shaft, making it look even more masculine and intimidating, if that was even possible. The enormous bulb of his mushroom-shaped cock head finally popped free from its heavy hood of foreskin, looking so swollen and glassy hard that it virtually shined in the bright lights of the barn’s interior. Matthew’s protruding phallus was a monument to masculinity, the granddaddy of all monster cocks, and it pulsed and throbbed with each beat of the young man’s mighty heart as it stretched skyward. 

Next, one of the other men took something that looked like a large chrome dildo, and after lubricating it thoroughly, began pushing it up against Matt’s tight sphincter. Though by no means as massive as Matt’s own cock, the metal probe was much larger than the average man’s erect dick, and the big captor had a difficult time forcing it into Matt’s tight, virgin asshole, particularly as the young titan clenched his phenomenally muscular glutes in a panicked effort to repel the invader. Matt grunted and cried out as the metal phallus was gradually and relentlessly forced up his resisting anus, and he struggled fiercely to free himself and stop the impalement. Matt had never been violated before, and it felt as if his great muscular ass was being split in two. The masked man had to use both hands to continue to force the dildo inward, and he grunted in exertion as he fought for every inch. Finally, the tip of the metal probe worked its way inside and pressed directly up against Matt’s swollen and hyper sensitive prostate. The pressure of the dildo against Matt’s joy gland caused his rock hard dick to flex and swell even larger still, and a thick drop of precum to appear at the tip of his flaring, baseball-sized cock head. A wire was attached to the end of the chrome probe once it was fully inserted into Matthew’s freshly-ravaged ass, and it trailed along the edge of the stall and into the complex machine. 

Finally, the men took a somewhat complicated-looking device and began to position it underneath Matt’s helpless, shackled body. They inserted a dark green rubberized hoop of what looked like solid surgical tubing onto the four equally-spaced prongs at the top of device. Turning a handle, those four prongs began to yawn open like a strange metallic flower, stretching the green rubber band with it until the prongs reached their widest setting. 

One of the men then hefted Matt’s gargantuan bull balls in both of his hands (the titanic testicles were simply too massive for any man — even Matt — to cup in just one hand, and in fact filled both of the masked man’s big hands to beyond overflowing). Another low whistle of admiration escaped the man’s lips as he hefted the massive orbs, for they were even heavier and weightier than they appeared. Matt’s ball meat was incredibly dense, and as the man gently but firmly squeezed the massive balls, he found that they yielded only very slightly to his grip. Matt groaned in surprise and involuntary pleasure at his big balls being roughly fondled, for they were among the most erotically sensitive parts of his massive anatomy, and clear precum began to steadily drip from the end of his humongous cock in response. 

Choking the young hunk’s mighty balls down to the very base of their scrotum, the masked man then pulled Matt’s bulging testicles down and through the open circle of green tubing in such a way that his balls were encircled by it. Though the tubing was stretched as wide as it would go, the man had to squeeze Matt’s gargantuan balls through one at a time, and even then they barely fit. Eventually, through much pushing and prodding, which elicited small grunts of discomfort and pain from the young stud, Matthew’s huge balls popped through, first one and then the other. Matt’s balls hung loose and massive, their thick scrotum forming a relatively narrow neck connecting the vital organs to Matt’s gorgeous body, with the stretched green band forming a large loop encircling that slender tube of scrotum. The forceful stretching and ungentle manipulation had pulled Matt’s balls even farther from his crotch, and they now hung just over 5 astounding inches from the base of his rampant and ultra rigid cock, a sight that was amazingly erotic in its own right. 

The pronged device was mounted with a clamp to the back side of the metal stall, and wires were attached from the device and threaded back to where they entered the machine. Another captor began to manually turn the cranking lever in the opposite direction, and the dark green rubber band that encircled Matt’s low-hanging super-sized gonads began to tighten with each click of the device. The man had to pull the crank many times to gradually close the rubber tubing, for it had been stretched extremely wide in order to accommodate Matt’s colossally huge balls, but after many clicks, the ring finally tightened against the base of the young man’s balls, holding his massive testicles down in the very bottom of his scrotum, but not pulling or squeezing anything too tightly. Matt felt the light and unfamiliar constriction around his ball sack, and struggled, bucking his hips to the limited extent the bonds would allow him, but there wasn’t any pain associated with the mild constriction and soon he realized his struggles were accomplishing nothing. 

The last thing the men did was to turn on a switch, and dozens more lights flared into brightness. Matt was suddenly illuminated from all sides almost like some museum piece lit up for viewing. He could feel the welcome heat from the lamps as they shined on his beautiful naked skin, and his behemoth bollocks began to sag even lower as they warmed. 

The quartet of masked men then stood off to the side, and looked to the far end of the barn. Matthew tried to move his head as much as he could to look in that direction, but it wasn’t possible. He could hear someone approaching, but he couldn’t see them until they were standing directly in front of him, where his face, held firm and tight by the neck shackle, was forced to look by the locking ring around his bullish, muscle-corded neck. As he stared, Matt saw an unmasked man staring back at him with a look of fire in his eyes, a lust that was deep and full of malice. He was a very handsome dark-haired man in his early 30s, and his physique looked to be very muscular and defined, even through his tailored suit and slacks. Though he was not nearly as massively muscular as young Matt, the dark-haired man was exceedingly well built, with at least 250 or 260 pounds of thick muscle on his 6-foot, 2-inch frame. And the suit pants he wore did little to disguise the large bulge in his crotch, a bulge that was growing with each heartbeat as the powerful man took in the sight of Matthew’s absolutely extraordinary body. Matt was already petrified, and as the man began to speak, every word he spoke made the handsome young muscle man more and more afraid. 

“Hello there, Matthew Clarke. Gold medal Olympian, holder of a list world records longer than my forearm, and international beefcake heart throb. My apologies for how unceremoniously you were brought to this location. I know this situation is uncomfortable and more than a little frightening for you, but we will try to make this a somewhat pleasant experience, at least at first…” 

“I have watched you for quite some time,” the handsome man in the suit continued as his eyes traveled up and down Matthew’s extraordinary physique, “and I have marveled at your tremendous athletic prowess. Captain of your undefeated football team, star of your equally-undefeated baseball team, ten-time gold medallist in field and powerlifting events, the list goes on and on. When you first came to my attention almost eight years ago during your first Summer Olympics Games, I knew then and there that, even though you were only 14 years old, you were one to watch.”

“I work for an Organization that has some very wealthy clients with, how can I say, unusual tastes. I knew immediately that, with your stunning good looks, awesome physique, and super human strength, you were a perfect subject for any number of my clients. So I took the liberty of installing surveillance cameras in a few locations to learn more about your habits and movements. And it was the cameras in your university’s locker room that allowed me to discover your best worst-kept secret.” 

“I had noticed the massive bulge in your crotch from the first moment I saw you, for even when you were a mere lad of 14, no one could possibly miss it, even with all of the pains you took to try to disguise it. I had long wondered at exactly what you had packed so tightly inside those pants. Sure, there were many rumors going around about the size of your cock and balls, but I could find no one who had actually seen them, as you always took care to change clothes and shower when no one else was around. Modest, are we? Perhaps even embarrassed and ashamed? Well, when I saw on camera the freakish size of the horse cock and bull balls that you are sporting between your legs, I knew why you hid them from view! You are a freak, Matthew, plain and simple, with the genitals of some great prehistoric beast! And I knew that I simply had to ‘recruit’ you as our star performer for this morning’s entertainment.” 

The man stepped forward and, reaching out his big hands, cupped Matthew’s positively titanic balls gently in his palms. The man moaned softly as his hands touched the warm, throbbing organs, and he began to worshipfully stroke and caress the big, naked orbs, causing Matt’s cock to pulse involuntarily in pleasure and spurt out more thick precum. “You don’t know how long I have waited, or how much I have yearned to hold these magnificent bollocks, these paragons of fleshy manhood, in my hands. Why, they are even larger, heavier, and firmer than I could have ever imagined! Fuck, they’re easily bigger than the shot put weights that you hurl across the field with such ease, and damn near as heavy!! The skin of your sac is so smooth and velvety soft, but the stones beneath feel hard as steel. And the heat from the lamps is causing them to hang even lower still in their big scrotum! So heavy and full of your thick man cream, so ripe for the taking. Such a shame…” 

The well-dressed man paused in his speech as that point, visibly enraptured by the two massive testicles that he was eagerly fondling in his large, strong-fingered hands. He was obviously distracted by the terrific wealth of man meat resting so heavily in his overflowing palms, and he spent several long moments simply squeezing and caressing those twin orbs, weighing the incredibly thick and dense organs in his cupped hands, before he continued addressing the captive and terrified Matt. 

“Now don’t look so worried, Matthew. You will never know who we are and you’ll never see us again, but rest assured that we are not murderers, and you have nothing to fear from us in that regard. Your life will be spared once your performance here is complete, I guarantee you that. But as I said, the tastes of my clients run to the unusual, and in your case, that means punishment and pain, as only a man of your great strength and stamina — and virility — could possibly endure.” 

“This punishment will commence shortly, and will last for the next 48 hours, after which you will be freed. But first let me explain the punishment process, and then we will leave you to enjoy it on your own. We don’t want you to have any questions or confusion about what is going to happen over the next two days, and how it will take place.” 

“First, the clamps and cables. They are holding you completely immobile, and will continue to do so until exactly 48 hours from when the punishment cycle is initiated. At that point, a timing device will accomplish two things, the second of which will be the release of these manacles at your ankles, wrists, and neck. You will be able to then extract yourself from the metal stall and remove the attachments you feel hooked up to your body. There is a telephone in the corner of the barn, and you can then use it to call for help after you free yourself. The address is located underneath the phone.” 

“A pair of IV lines are being attached to you now, one for each ball. Sorry for the sharp pokes! Fortunately, you have unusually large veins on the surface of your big bollocks, so my men shouldn’t have any problem inserting the IVs. The fluid bags contain a nourishment solution that will keep you from becoming dehydrated during your stay here. They also contain a strong stimulant to sensitize all of your nerve endings and help you feel the experience more, as well as a special concoction that will encourage greater sperm production in those massive bull nuts of yours — not that they likely need any help in THAT department!” The handsome man gently patted the vast underbelly of Matthew’s twin bull nuts with his hands as he continued to hungrily caress and explore the two colossal orbs. 

“I know the thing you are probably most curious about is the device around your scrotum, but I’ll get to that in a minute. The metallic probe in your anus is there to carry an electrical stimulation current that is part of an extraction cycle. This device is a modified cattle semen extractor, and its originally designed purpose is to stimulate young bulls to produce semen, which is then collected for breeding. It has been set up on a 15-minute cycle, which means that every 15 minutes it will begin a new extraction cycle. You will find that it is actually quite enjoyable, at least for a while, but eventually you may find that the continuous electrical stimulation will start to cook your overused and overheated prostate gland. There isn’t anything you can do about that, so don’t let it concern you, and just know that is intended and is a part of the punishment protocol. Once you have ejaculated your load of semen, the metal probe will go into a rest phase until the beginning of the next 15 minutes, after which the cycle will repeat itself. You will thus have the opportunity to ejaculate 4 times an hour, every hour, for the next two days. As a young, strong, and obviously incredibly virile young buck, and I’m sure you can appreciate the opportunity to have your strong sexual needs satisfied even as you are being punished. While I doubt that even you will be able to accomplish more than a bare fraction of all 192 opportunities to ejaculate, I do think you will surprise yourself at what you are capable of achieving.” 

The handsome man in the suit kept on fondling and caressing Matthew’s warm, heavy, low-hanging nuts as he continued his explanation, pressing the two huge bollocks against one another and feeling their firm and rubbery texture as they squeaked against each other. “We had a long discussion of whether to harvest some of your seed, as we have no doubt it would break records on the black market, commanding the highest price per ounce we’ve ever seen. I mean, who WOULDN’T want to sire a whole brood of children with your supremely gifted genetics?! But we decided that the eroticism of your upcoming performance will be enhanced by its very finality, so we’ve opted to not collect your sperm. Since your semen will not be needed for breeding, no collection tube has been attached to your massive cock. Instead, you will be allowed to blast your loads out onto the dirt and hay before you. I think the sight of you wasting your big loads of precious seed onto the cold and uncaring ground will add to the brutal beauty of your punishment.” 

As these words were being spoken, Matt struggled more desperately than ever within the bonds that secured him, jerking his ass, pulling on his arms whose wrists were shackled through rings in the walls, straining with all his awesome might to free the rings that held his ankles out sideways. He knew that his very balls were on the line, the massive gonads that powered his phenomenal strength, power, and masculinity! But his efforts were all useless; he was totally at this man’s mercy! The well-dressed man seemed to be momentarily entranced by Matthew’s struggles and the way they made his powerful muscles ripple and bulge and flex most dramatically and erotically, but at length he continued…  

“The final part of the punishment protocol involves the clamping device that you feel gently encircling the neck of your massive testicles. This rubber ring is part of a modified device called a ‘lazy bander’ that was originally designed to castrate bull cattle. With each click of the solenoid, the device will relax and shorten the green rubberized ring that is around your balls. The machine is set up to activate the ‘lazy bander’ each time that you ejaculate, so if you want to keep your balls I would suggest that you refrain from doing that… if you can. However, with the kind of virility you must have in those titanic balls of yours,” the handsome man said as he gently patted the dense and turgid side of Matthew’s gigantic left nut, “I highly doubt that you will be able to hold back from cumming.” 

“Every time you have an orgasm, the act itself will cause a further retraction of the band. As the device retracts the elastic cord around your testicles, it will begin to squeeze the neck of your scrotal sac until, well, until probably sometime this evening or early morning next, it will reach a point where the blood flow your testicles need for nourishment will no longer be able to get past the restriction created by the band, nor will any of your potent sperm be able to escape the prison of your balls. Eventually, the solenoid-operated device will reach a point where it simply cannot be tightened any more. At that point, the device will bottom out, the prongs themselves will retract out of the way, and no further increases in the restriction around your testicles will be necessary. Of course, your balls will already be dying at that point, so any further restriction would be pointless anyway.” 

Matthew’s gorgeous blue eyes were wide with terror now, and his struggles became even more violent and with filled with purpose. He was desperately yelling and bellowing for help in his deep, resonant, baritone voice, but no one else lived for many miles in any direction, and no one in the barn seemed likely to aid him. 

“Yes, I can see by your reaction that you understand! Good! You have been selected by the Organization to be slowly, carefully, and methodically castrated and unmanned without the benefit of anesthesia or pain killers. Realizing that this is a non-voluntary castration, it is only fitting that you be the one to cause and to carry out the actual sentence, and this machine is designed to enable you to do that. When you ejaculate, you will be directly responsible for reducing the size of the elastic ring encircling your massive, meaty nuts. So, in a way, you are about to punish yourself. And the ironic part is, it will be your own virility that will be your ultimate undoing.” 

“Let’s see, did I forget anything… oh yes, the final moment! I told you that when the 48-hour timing clock expires, two things would be accomplished automatically. The second thing I already told you about, where the cables are released freeing you from your bonds. The first thing that is done at the end of the 48 hours, however, is the release of a second solenoid, attached to the ‘lazy bander’. Once activated, it swings forth with a super-heated, 1/8-inch thick wire that will slash just below the rubber constriction band. In a fraction of a second, the red-hot wire will rip through your crimped scrotum, and your cold and dead testicles will be instantly separated from your massively muscular body. Once that has happened and your castration is complete, the punishment cycle is finished. Your gelding will be completed no later than 0630 hours exactly two days from now. Your prostate will almost certainly be burned out and destroyed in the process, and your final boner will wilt and wither to a limp noodle, never to rise again. Your last ejaculation as an intact male will have taken place sometime long before that, spilled all over the uncaring floor.” 

 

“And just so you are aware, there are over a dozen hidden cameras trained on you, and these cameras have been filming from the moment you entered the barn. The cameras are hooked up to a live internet feed, which will be accessible to anyone on the net. In this way, my clients — and indeed, the entire world — will be able to watch and enjoy the slow and painful destruction of your obscenely oversized manhood.” 

The big man patted Matthew’s bound and helpless bull balls one last time, his long fingers seeming to linger over the enormous, warm, bulging gonads for a long moment before finally releasing them. He then motioned to the four masked men waiting patiently off to the side. As Matthew struggled desperately, yelling for help and begging for release, he saw the big man walk over to the device and press a large green START button, and then he stepped to the side. The timing clock on the side of the machine began to change, and the number 48:00:00 was displayed, immediately changing to 47:59:59, and then 47:59:58, and so forth, ticking off the remaining moments in his life where he would have living testicles. 

Instantly, with the activation of the start cycle, Matt began to feel a pulsation deep inside his ass as the anal probe began its work. A vibration and mild electrical current was sent throbbing through his prostate, and the sensation was exquisitely pleasurable. Matt’s huge cock jutted out hard and stiff, proudly straining before him, as the metal dildo did its work. Matt gritted his teeth and tried to fight the sensations, but they were overwhelming. After several minutes, Matt could not longer resist his sexual urges, and he began bucking against the machine, almost humping it, fucking himself on the hard metal dildo like a sex-crazed mad man. OH GOD… he was close… and then, that feeling… building… building… Matt fought to stop it, gritting his teeth and tensing every muscle in his phenomenally built body to try to stave off the impending orgasm. Matt squeezed down with all his might, holding back his orgasm by force of will alone, his titanic muscles exploding into a relief map of rugged, muscular perfection. But it was a losing fight, and the end result would be inevitable. 

The seconds continued to tick by, and creamy white sperm began to run in thick rivers down the extraordinary length of Matt’s quivering cock, more cum than the average man could shoot in an entire orgasm, and yet Matthew still wouldn’t give in. He was clenching his groin muscles as hard as he could, scrunching down his abs into the tightest, most fantastic set of ultra rippled cobblestones imaginable, delaying the spasmodic pulsations of his stallion cock for as long as he possibly could. But finally Matt let out a mighty bellow, and as the well-dressed man and his four masked minions watched, and with nothing ever having touched his massive horse cock, Matt began to ejaculate with an orgasm more intense than any he had ever had in his young life, and many orders of magnitude more powerful than anything the other men had ever seen. 

Just as he began to shoot, Matthew felt a tremendous, intense, and incredibly pleasurable sensation literally pulsating through is swollen and sensitive prostate gland, and as it did so his first spurt of semen was literally SHOT out of his prick with a force that was almost super human. The huge slug of semen, a titanic rope over six feet long and thicker than a pencil, shot at least 8 or 9 feet up into the air in a great, graceful arc, and landed with an audible splat in the hay over 30 feet from Matt’s shackled body, halfway to the open barn doors! Before the first huge wad had even struck the ground, it was followed by another and another and another in a seemingly unending barrage of supremely thick salvos of stud cum, each massive wad as huge and powerful as the first. If anything, each wad actually GREW in size from the first, the electrical stimulation increasing the power and intensity of the orgasm even as it thundered onward. The sight was awesome, epic, and utterly mind blowing, as more and more of Matt’s hyper abundant male fluids were literally pumped from his humongous nuts to add to the already huge and growing mess of hot sperm already coating the hay before him, visibly steaming in the cold autumn air. 

The unbelievably massive orgasm lasted for more than 2 ½ fantastic minutes, by far the most incredible testicle purge that the five men — and any of their remote online viewers — had ever seen! It was also the most intensely pleasurable orgasm in Matthew’s young life. And just before the pleasurable feelings started to turn to something else, the machine stopped humming, and it was over. He felt the probe in his ass stop firing, and then with a sharp clicking sound, he felt the rubber ring tighten ever so slightly around his trapped ball sack. The pressure was immediately noticeable and slightly uncomfortable. Matt stood there sweating, feeling the constriction in his hanging balls a just little bit greater than before, as his breathing slowly came back to normal. 

“Absolutely STELLAR performance there, Matthew!” the handsome man in the suit exclaimed, honest admiration and no small amount of awe audible in his voice. “I KNEW that you would amaze and impress us, my young Olympian! That single, colossal cum load was certainly one for the world record books. Volume, distance, consistency, sperm count — I’m sure all of those were off the fucking CHARTS! And just think, you now have up to 191 opportunities to break your own records, Matthew! With that nutrient drip pumping your huge bollocks full of fuel and growth hormones, I have little doubt that you’ll continue to amaze us for hours to come.” 

“But the time has come for us to leave you to your fateful and final performance, Matthew. Take care, and know that the whole world will be watching you as your slowly dying balls pump out the last of your mighty seed. Good-bye and farewell, my handsome Olympian hunk!” 

With that, the five men filed out of the barn into the morning air outside. Matthew could hear the car start up and then drive away, and soon only the silence of the barn remained, and the gentle humming of the machine the only noise he could hear. And the clock, the CLOCK, already at 47:50:00! Only 5 minutes to go until the next extraction cycle would begin! 

To be continued…

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