To the Victor Go the Spoils - Chapter 3

Here is the next to last chapter in this four-part saga. There's quite the cliffhanger at the end of this chapter, and I'm tempted to let you guys pick how the story ends. I've already written one ending, but if I get enough people wanting something else, I might be willing to change it...  >:}

To the Victor Go the Spoils - Chapter 3

Based on an original story by an anonymous author

A big stupid bull of a man is given the ultimate in CBT 

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The Arab returned, and picked up a small black device from the table along the way. I could see two metal prongs at one end of the device, and I suddenly recognised the small black box as a taser! Oh shit, I was in trouble. Without ceremony, the Arab jabbed the prongs into my massive left nut and pulled the trigger. I saw blue sparks fly as searing pain tore through my mighty nut. I bellowed in agony, and it felt like my nut was simultaneously cooking and exploding. I couldn’t believe the intensity of the pain. I could both feel and see my heavy nut squirming and twitching within my tortured sac, truly desperately but futilely to get away from the intense electric shock. The Arab seemed to be amused by the fact that my huge cock pulsed and bulged in response to the taser strike, for at this point I think he was no longer surprised by my erotic reaction to cock and ball torture. And judging from the massive bulge throbbing in his own pants, I think he also enjoyed the play of my massive muscles as they tensed and bulged in response to the electricity coursing through my huge nut. 

After a good long shock to my left nut, he switched to the massive right nut for a second attack, with much the same response. The handsome and swarthy Arab continued the torture, passing back and forth between the my nuts every couple of minutes, and jabbing the huge orbs from different directions each time. The pain was awesome, unlike anything I had experienced before, but I wanted more. 

I started taunting my handsome captor, goading him to greater heights of pain and torture. "IS THAT ALL YOU FUCKIN' GOT!?! IT'S GONNA TAKE A LOT MORE THAN THAT TO FRY THESE MASSIVE SPUDS!!!"

Angry at my taunting, he did just that, cranking up the voltage on the taser and going from merely intensely painful to what must be potentially deadly levels. The energy now surging through my young bull nuts was more than enough to cause any other man’s balls to explode, and possibly kill him as well, but my huge gonads refused to give in, and continued to endure this latest horrific abuse. 

The Arab realized, however, that he was now in serious danger of cooking my beefy man lumps right on the vine, finishing the work he’d started with the boiling cauldron. At the same time, however, he could tell that my mighty horse cock was nearing orgasm for the seventh time, and he wanted to see if he could make me cum before my nuts were cooked clear through. 

The ball shocking continued for many more long minutes, and I could feel yet another massive orgasm beginning to build in my aching loins. The electro-shock torture seemed to delay the release of my orgasm, paralyzing the muscles that bought the sperm from my balls and to my cock. Yet at the same time, the orgasm continued to build and build, higher and higher, growing larger than any orgasm I had ever felt before. I was both excited and terrified, as the orgasm building between my wide spread thighs was growing so intense that I didn't know if I could survive it. My heart was beating so hard that I thought it might explode in my chest, and my cock was swelling even larger STILL! I expected the glassy-thin skin on my cock shaft to split at any moment, for my cock had never been so violently hard before. 

Finally, I was on that razor’s edge of orgasm, just about to drop over the precipice, and that’s when he struck. Pulling a second taser out of his back pocket, the Arab set both devices to maximum power and jammed the prongs into each of my huge, muscular balls, sending awesome bolts of raw destructive power into each of the huge orbs. 

I threw back my head and bellowed in unimaginable pain as a seventh orgasm was ripped from my tortured balls. Due to the massive bolts of electricity coursing through my mighty bull balls and humongous cock, my bloated and quivering penis was frozen and could not throb to ejaculate my heavy payload of sperm. So instead of huge rockets of cum blasting across the room, a massive pulsating river of cum flooded out of the distended tip of my cock to flow down its awesome length and pour like some fountain of uber virility to the cold and uncaring stone floor below. 

The volume of splooge pouring out of my cock was unreal, no doubt due to my extreme arousal and the tremendous heights of my orgasm, and the entire length of my 22-inch horse cock was almost immediately coated in the thick, milky white fluid. I felt like my balls were being boiled in their own juices, and the very thought made me cum all the harder. The continuous flood of cum poured forth for one long minute, and then two, and all the while the Arab continued to cook my great orbs, zapping them with both tasers and threatening to destroy them in mid-orgasm. 

An enormous pool of sperm was forming beneath my wide stretched frame, growing and spreading in all directions and merging with the great slugs and pools from my previous six orgasms. And STILL this latest orgasm seemed to have no end in sight. Where did I STORE all of this spunk!?! As huge as my balls are, there just didn't seem to be any way I could have THAT much fluid sloshing around in my massive baby makers. Either my huge twin lumps of grade AAA man eggs were capable of manufacturing fresh sperm at a truly alarming and super human rate, or they were able to store a vast well of spunk under intense pressure. Either way, I knew I had the most phenomenally virile and powerful bull balls on the entire goddamn planet! 

It was therefore such a shame that these paragons of masculinity were about to be destroyed. 

Finally, after a full three and a half minutes of continuous pumping of thick and rich seminal fluids, my titanic orgasm began to ebb and finally cease. The fucking Arab didn’t let up, though, and continued to discharge the tasers into my mighty low-hangers. He was clearly intent on finishing the job he had started when he'd dropped my huge balls into that cauldron of boiling water, only this time he was cooking them from the inside out. My bellows of agony had been going non-stop since this torture began, and I was surprised that my voice hadn't given out already. The pain was unbelievable, and I knew it wouldn't be long before my mighty balls were reduced to two massive hard-boiled eggs. He was fucking cooking my big balls!! 

Mercifully, a few minutes after the end of my seventh orgasm, the battery of the first taser finally ran out, and less than a minute after that, the second taser followed suit. 

The muscular Arab threw the emptied tasers across the room and then dropped to his knees to inspect his handiwork. I think that both he and I fully expected both of my nuts to be completely cooked clear through, for surely no man's nuts, not even my massive nuggies, could have survived such an enormous and continuous discharge of electricity. But it was clear when the handsome Arab grasped my aching balls that, though both nuts were glowing an angry red and steam was rising from the parboiled orbs, they were still miraculously intact. I can only figure that the gigantic size of my mighty nuts once again prevented them from being cooked alive. 

The astounded Arab looked up and met my gaze, and for the first time I saw a mix of fear and awe in his eyes. I could tell that he was wondering if there was ANYTHING he could do to destroy my proud American bull balls. 

The Arab looked back over one muscular shoulder and barked an order to his fellows. Then he turned back to me and grasped the base of my thick nuts in a chokehold and began using his other hand to slap my huge, hanging manfruit over and over again. After all that my balls had already suffered, even the sting of his powerful slaps was enough to make me groan with a mixture of agony and ecstasy. 

One of the other men soon came back with what looked like some sort of large metal vise. I quickly realized that this was some sort of ball press, only one that had been built on a huge scale to accommodate truly enormous balls. But even so, the ball press didn't look large enough to contain both of my astoundingly oversized bull nuts, especially in their current swollen condition. Carefully, the Arab fitted the heavy chrome-plated steel clamp around both of my balls, having to forcefully push, prod, and squeeze the great orbs to fit them both within the steel device. I didn't see how my huge balls could fit within the device, even in its fully open position, and his jamming and prodding fingers were causing my bruised and battered balls no small amount of pain. 

Finally, though, the Arab managed to somehow stuff both of my behemoth bull nuts into the vise, where they were already somewhat flattened merely from the necessity of fitting such large objects into such a relatively narrow space. 

When he had them in position, the Arab tightened the clamp and started to put the screws to my huge nuts. He tightened the press again and again and again, gradually compressing my gigantic balls further and further, and causing a fresh sheen of sweat to glisten on my majestic physique. Then he tightened the press one more half twist, and let the heavy devise drop, tugging my bulging balls toward the floor. The device couldn't have weighed more than 50 or 60 pounds - child's play for me, and nothing compared to the weight suspended from my heroic balls just a short while ago - but even this weight caused my aching balls great pain at this point, and I moaned once again in pain. I could see that it would still take more than a dozen full twists of the screw to bring the two plates of the steel vise together, affording my captor a great deal of opportunity to torture and abuse my huge and burly nuts. 

The Arab grabbed the ball press again and yanked down hard, pulling my trapped balls towards my ankles. He then released his grip and watched as my stretched scrotum quickly snapped back, yanking my balls back toward my crotch and pulling the heavy ball press with it. My raging cock had not flagged in the slightest, of course, and indeed once again seemed even harder than before, if that was even humanly possible, straining majestically and proudly before me. The amount of precum drooling from my huge and grossly distended cock had increased and grown milky in just the few minutes that he had been compressing my balls, confirming that I was no doubt soon to be on my way to yet another massive orgasm. 

My captor twisted the screw another ½ turn and my huge balls began to be forced out the sides of the press. Then he twisted the screw another ½ turn, and another, and another, relentlessly squeezing down on my huge meaty sperm factories. A deep and steady ache was now emanating from my balls, and I knew the pain was only going to get worse. The Arab then attached a pair of 25-pound weights to the press, doubling the weight tugging at my balls and yanking them down to over 10 inches from my crotch. The compression and the yanking were now causing me some serious pain, but I was loving it. The Arab knew that I could take a lot more abuse, though. A whole HELL of a lot more. 

Over the next half hour, the Arab continued to add weights in 25 increments, and before too long there was more than 400 pounds pulling at my balls. He had once again exceeded my own massive body weight in iron, a weight that I knew I could handle from hours of hanging from my own balls back at the barracks. But I knew with sick certainty that the Arab wasn't going to stop there. 

At the same time that the Arab was adding weights, he was also tightening the ball press a half twist at a time until my beefy nuts were crushed more than halfway flat, bulging obscenely out the sides of the steel nut press as the walls were forced closer and closer together. I was in even greater agony when my captor would reach down and slap the bulging portions of my trapped nuts, or flick his fingers against the straining walls of the incredibly taught flesh, causing me to buck and twist in agony and extraordinary pleasure. And with each subsequent new twist of the screw, I became more and more certain that my balls would soon burst asunder. But somehow they continued to endure, proving yet again that I had one fucking TOUGH set of nuts! 

The Arab steeped back for a moment to admire his handiwork. My balls were now stretched to just over 12 inches from my crotch, and were crushed so flat that they looked like a pair of huge jelly doughnuts ready to burst and spray their gooey insides all over the floor. No surprise, but my cock was still rock hard, and in fact was leaking tremendous quantities of pure white precum, thick with sperm. 

Feeling very sure of himself, the Arab quickly added four 25-pound weights in quick succession, increasing the weight pulling at my screaming nuts to over 500 pounds. I bellowed in tremendous agony at the strain once again being placed on my already overstretched ball cords, and I didn't know if they could endure such brutal treatment once again. My balls quickly stretched to 14 inches, and then to 15 inches, as they laboriously battled to carry the tremendous weight. 

My thick ball cords were now once again fully visible through the thinly stretched scrotal skin, carrying over 500 pounds of iron plus the awesome weight of my own great bull nuts. The Arab couldn’t seem to believe the sight, and it encouraged him to push my limits ever further. 

After batting my bulging nuts a few times back and forth between his big open palms, turning the screw 3 half turns, and then giving the huge nuts a good slap, the Arab returned to adding yet more weight. Once again, he added four 25-pound weights in quick succession, quickly stretching my scrotum to 17 inches, then 17 ½ inches, and finally 18 inches. At 18 inches, my ball cords seemed to refuse to stretch any farther, reaching their absolute limit of endurance. Or so it seemed. 

In a fog of sheer lust, I watched as the Arab added even more weights, increasing the weight to 650 pounds, then 700 pounds, then 750 pounds, and finally to 800 pounds. The agony in my balls was indescribable, as I now had the same amount of weight hanging from my balls that had almost resulted in my castration just a few hours before! He now had more than TWICE my own phenomenal body weight hanging from my mighty bull balls, the great nuts straining with all their awesome might to keep from being torn from my body. Somehow, my mammoth nuts continued to endure, stretching now to an astounding 22 fucking inches, the same length as my monstrously swollen and bloated cock. My gigantic nuts were now stretched well past my knees, and were now stretched more than five times past my already astounding natural dangle of 4 inches. I once again wondered if I somehow survived this ordeal whether my natural dangle would ever be just a "mere" 4 inches again...

But I knew that my balls' demise wasn't far behind as the Arab grabbed the steel ball press once more and gave it two quick half turns, crushing my screaming nuts flatter still. I could only bellow and buck in extreme agony, my balls truly feeling like they were going to explode. The hunky Arab continued to toy with me, however, and clearly wasn’t finished with me just yet. 

With the assistance of several of his compatriots, the Arab lifted the massive weights between my legs until my huge, squashed nuts were level with my crotch. As I realized what they were about to do, my blue eyes bugged out in fear, but before I could even shout, the Arab gave a signal and they all dropped the weight. 

My thick scrotum stretched like a rubber band and took my trapped nuts with it. My already brutalized and traumatized ball cords arrested the fall of the weights with a violent jerk, stopping the weights a few mere inches from the floor, where they swung heavily between my massively muscular thighs. They then tried to spring back, but the weight was too great and I could feel my great balls being stretched and crushed like never before. I was certain that my bellows of agony were so loud that they could be heard outside, no matter how deep we were underground, but none of the men present seemed to care. 

The Arab tightened the screw another quarter turn and the steel plates dug even deeper into my balls. Then he lifted and dropped the weights once again to similar, horrific effect. He continued this abuse at least dozen times, dropping the weights from on high, then twisting the ball press another quarter turn. I couldn’t believe that even I could endure so much brutal punishment, but I was still somehow miraculously intact. But it was clear that I wouldn't be for much longer. 

After the repeated dropping of the weights, the Arab had succeeded in stretching my beefy bull balls farther than ever before. The weights themselves were suspended less than a single inch above the stone floor. He once again got out his measuring tape, and there was a murmur of awe and surprise from the other men as the Arab told them the results. I looked down and read the tape for myself, and was equally astonished -- though it didn't seem humanly possible, my mighty nuts had now once again been stretched to 24 inches, two mother fucking FEET of stretch!!! 

I groaned in incredible pain. It was clear that my balls were - quite literally - nearing the end of their rope. My thick sac was now once again stretched to gossamer thinness, a ridiculously narrow tube of flesh less than ½ an inch thick all that was keeping my humongous balls alive and attached to my body. It was also clear that it wasn't going to take too many more turns of the ball press to complete the job of terminally crushing my balls, for my bull nuts were now bulging grotesquely around the edges of the devise, and my normally 5-inch-thick ostrich egg balls were now squashed down to barely an inch thick. 

But my mind was overcome with lust, and I shouted, "YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT YOU FUCKERS!!! MY BIG NUTS CAN FUCKING TAKE ANYTHING YOU BITCHES CAN DISH OUT!!! THESE ARE GRADE AAA AMERICAN MARINE STUD NUTS YOU'RE DEALING WITH HERE, AND YOU CAN'T FUCKING BREAK THEM!!!"

The Arab met my gaze once again, smirked, and gave the screw a full twist. I returned his steady gaze and growled in pain and defiance. My balls were squishing out even more from the edges of the press as they were being crushed, bulging so grotesquely that they looked at any moment like they would explode. The Arab tightened the screw again, and again, and once again, and each time I was sure that my huge nuts would explode inside their sac. But my baby blues never left their lock on the Arab's beautiful brown eyes. 

As the Arab gave the press one final turn, the amazing happened. Without any warning, my gargantuan cock began to shudder and spew out the most titanic orgasm yet, despite the fact that this was my EIGHTH orgasm of the night!!! The first blast of cum was thicker than a pencil and over six feet long, arcing high into the air with tremendous force and power to land with a very wet splat…over 30 feet away! I remember once reading that the world record for distance for an ejaculation was just under 19 feet, yet here I was with my huge cock was pointed up, not out, and STILL managing to shatter that world distance record. Damn, but I was one fantastic STUD!! 

A second blast followed quickly behind the first, just as massive and actually shooting a little bit farther. And that was followed by another, and another, and another, and another, and yet another in a seemingly endless barrage of mighty sperm salvos from my quivering meat cannon. My captor and his compatriots were once again mesmerized by the awesome sight before them, as they could not believe the sheer quantity of splooge that was erupting from my titanic penis yet again. 

One minute passed, and then two, and STILL my unbelievable orgasm thundered on with no end in sight. The whole area for more than 25 feet in front of me was now one great big puddle of cum, and any man or beast who got in my way was quickly drenched with the stuff. 

Finally, after two and a half full minutes of continuous orgasm, my colossal ejaculation began to ebb, the blasts gradually diminishing in size and force. The handsome Arab suddenly had an idea and, grabbing the cum soaked ball press, gave the screw a sharp quarter turn. I bellowed in even greater agony, and my orgasm was renewed in both force and vigour, the vicious ball pain bringing me once again to the heights of orgasm. 

Ever so slowly, the Arab continued to twist the screw, making my orgasm continue full force, and at the same time inching my huge bull nuts closer and closer toward their awesome destruction. It seemed I was now in a race - would I be able to shoot my entire load, or would my balls simply rupture before I had the chance? The Arab and his friends were ever so eager to learn, and truth be told, so was I. For in my lust and pain addled mind, I WANTED the Arab to push my limits, I wanted him to take me over the edge, and I think part of me even wanted to have him burst my nuts asunder and steal my awesome masculinity away from me forever. 

But somehow, my great orbs continued to endure, and pump ever more astounding quantities of fresh spunk out of my thundering bull cock. Another minute went by, and yet another, and then my titanic orgasm finally begins to subside, despite repeated short, quick twists of the screw. The Arab had literally squeezed all of the spunk out of my balls, and for the very first time in my entire young life, my balls were actually empty! 

As the last dregs of my monumental load belch forth from my gargantuan 22-inch horse prick, the Arab began the final tightening of the screws. By this time, my normally 5-inch thick bull nuts had already been squashed down to less than ½ an inch thick, and it was clear that it would only take about three more full turns of the screw to bring the plates shut together, annihilating anything in between. In the meantime, the continued tearing weight of the 800 pounds of steel attached to the ball press threatened to tear off my screaming balls at any moment. I swear that another half inch had been added to the stretch in my nuts, bringing the awesome stretch in my scrotum to a full 24 ½ eye popping inches. My masculinity was truly on the razor’s edge of destruction. 

A quarter turn, and then a quarter turn more - my nuts were horribly distended and screaming for release - another quarter turn, and another. Each turn of the screw was becoming more and more difficult for the Arab as my powerful balls fought valiantly for their survival. Only two full turns of the screw now separated my balls from complete and utter annihilation. 

"BRING IT ON, YOU FUCKER!!! BURST MY MOTHER FUCKIN' BALLS WIDE OPEN!!! MAKE ME SPILL MY BUSTED NUT GUTS ALL OVER THIS FUCKING FLOOR!!! GIVE IT TO ME, I CAN FUCKING TAKE IT!!!!!"

Another quarter turn - not even my balls could possibly take this much abuse! 

Another quarter turn - my precious nuts were nearly as flat as pancakes! 

"YEAAAAH, THAT'S RIGHT!!! SQUEEEEEEEEEEZE MY BIG, FAT, MOTHER FUCKIN' NUTS!! CRUSH THE LIFE RIGHT OUT OF THEM!!! BUST 'EM WIDE OPEN!!! FUCK, IT HURTS SO FUCKIN' GOOD!!! LET'S SEE YOU BURST MY HUGE SEED PODS!!!"

Another quarter turn, the Arab was now straining with all his might to keep turning the screw. 

"HOLY FUCK!!! MY BULL NUTS HAVE BEEN SQUASHED TO LESS THAN A QUARTER INCH THICK!!! JESUS FUCK, YOU'RE REALLY GONNA DO IT!!! YOU'RE REALLY GOING TO BURST MY BIG BULL BALLS!!! AAW SHIT!!! FUCK!!!!! MY FUCKING BALLS ARE ABOUT TO EXPLODE!!!!!!!!! YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING CASTRATE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Another quarter turn, and I began letting out one continuous bellow now. The ball press was only about one full turn away from closing shut entirely. It seemed impossible that my nuts could have endured this long already, but there was no way they could hope to survive being crushed any further. I was about to plaster every surface within a dozen feet with the busted remains of my broken and shattered ball meat. 

Another quarter turn…  

To the Victor Go the Spoils - Chapter 2

Here is the second chapter in the Marine's brutal beating and interrogation, with two more chapters to follow. The guy is built like a tank and has some impossibly tough nuts, but even his mighty gonads are soon put to the ultimate test...

To the Victor Go the Spoils - Chapter 2

Based on an original story by an anonymous author

A big stupid bull of a man is given the ultimate in CBT 

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Smiling evilly, the Arab grabs an armful of large iron bricks, his muscular arms bulging with the load, and begins to line them up on the platform. Wasting no time, he rapidly puts five bricks on the platform, adding 100 pounds to the weight already pulling at my huge nuts. I grunt as my balls take on the additional weight, and my cock throbs harder still, striking between my pecs like a meaty hammer and leaving a trail of cock snot in its wake. These men had seen prisoners carry 70 or even 80 pounds of weight by their balls before their orbs were torn from their bodies, and here I was already carrying twice that with no sign of weakness. 

I looked down at my stretched scrotum, seeing the platform already laden with bricks and feeling the intense pull on my huge, cum-filled balls. My thick scrotum had stretched to 8 long inches, making my cum-bloated balls bulge even more enormously in their sac. And my huge cock throbbed harder still, beginning to continuously belch out thick ropes of clear precum, tremendously aroused by the great pain throbbing through my bull nuts. I groaned with pleasure at the delicious ache in my balls, knowing that my balls could endure a lot more weight. 

I grinned smugly at the Arabs and bellow, “C’mon!! Let’s see some WEIGHT on that platform!! I can take a whole HELL of a lot more than THAT!!”  

My captor didn’t need much taunting to continue. Smirking, he drops two more bricks onto the platform, and then two more in quick succession, causing me to grunt in pain and involuntarily buck my hips, and making the weight-laden platform swing gently between my hugely muscular thighs. The audience gasps as they watch my gargantuan young bull balls distend, stretching lower and then lower still as each pair of weights is added, hanging lower than they have ever seen a man or beast’s balls hang before. The great orbs stretch past 9 inches, and with three more weights they stretch to 10 inches, and with yet three MORE weights they reach 11 inches. After another five bricks, the Arab brings the weight on my screaming bull balls to a full 450 pounds, and succeeds in stretching my mighty gonads to a full 12 inches from my sweaty crotch – a full foot of dangle! 

I look down at the erotic sight of my fucking huge balls stretched a full foot from my crotch, and my humongous cock grows harder still, if that’s even possible. Perhaps my cock grew harder as a desperate measure to hold my massive balls up, or perhaps as a final effort to try to fuck something before my balls were destroyed. Regardless, all I knew is that the sight of my gigantic nuts being stretched toward the floor by an ungodly amount of weight was turning me on more than anything else before in my life. 

Before now, the most weight that my beefy muscle balls had ever endured was my own massive body weight – 385 pounds – during jerk off sessions in the bunkhouse when I would let the other beefy young guys suspend me from the rafters by my own nuts. Now we were already 65 pounds beyond that, and the agony in my balls was among the most intense I have felt in my life. 

My captor pauses to admire his handiwork, and is clearly mightily impressed by the awesome strength of my mighty ball cords and the extraordinary stretch to my tough scrotum. My normally thick sac is stretched thin, the elongated neck of my scrotum having narrowed from well over 2 inches in thickness to less than one inch thick. This narrow, foot-long tube of flesh contained the all-important vessels and veins and cords that connected my massive bull balls to my body and provided them with life-giving nourishment. The Arab kneeled down and encircled this slender column of flesh with his hand, and began to gently stroke up and down, almost like he was masturbating my scrotum. Even through the agony of the weights pulling at my huge nuts, the gentle stroking of my stretched sac was powerfully arousing, and I moaned in pleasure at the attention. 

Suddenly, the Arab closed his fist near the top of my scrotum and gave a sharp tug. I grunted in surprise and pain, feeling like he was going to tear my balls off at their root. He tugged again, harder this time, and then harder still, testing the strength of my ball cords and judging how much more weight I might be able to take. 

The Arab stands back up, quickly grabs another brick, and drops it on the platform. As it hits the platform and jerks on my screaming balls, I bellow in agony. My huge balls stretch down even more, farther than any man’s balls had ever been stretched before. My strong young balls hung lower than a bull’s balls hang, lower than any balls on any animal could ever hang. My massive sac now stretches nearly past my knees, and I am groaning loudly now, the weight pulling on my balls a constant agony, making the huge orbs bulge with an intensity that cannot be described. My enormous cock seems to grow harder still, jutting up and out like an obscene rod, the entire shaft glistening with the copious amounts of precum flowing from its tip. My titanic testicles had turned an angry dark red color, the mighty orbs somehow continuing to hold the platform and the heavy contents upon it. 

“Oh YEAH!!” I bellow. “This is fucking FANTASTIC!! GIVE ME MORE!!!! Fuckin’ LOAD those weights up, man!! Fuckin’ RIP my fuckin’ BULL BALLS off my BODY!!!”  

Another brick and another and another and another are tossed onto the platform with similar effect, causing me to bellow in agony and my balls to stretch even further. As brick after brick continues to be dropped onto the straining platform, the audience cannot believe the awesome sight before them, my gigantic nut sac stretched more than a foot in length, my mammoth balls stretched past my knees and turning an ugly color, stretched so obscenely that they do not even look human anymore. Yet somehow, my huge he-man balls continue to endure, all but demanding that the Arab visit even more terrible tortures upon them. 

The Arab is amazed at the strength and endurance of my bull nuts. But from years of practice nutting slaves and military prisoners, the handsome and swarthy man knows that even my great strength and stamina were not infinite, and that it wouldn’t be long before those gargantuan bull balls wound up on the cold stone floor, ripped from my straining groin. 

The Arab drops another two bricks on the platform, and my recoil is awesome; my entire massive body arches in muscular perfection, every muscle straining my thick metal bonds as my giant balls are stretched ever farther from my crotch, now to just over 14 inches. Despite having already pounded out four gargantuan loads, truly enormous amounts of precum are now pouring from my throbbing cock like a leaking faucet, and the hot sticky fluid had gone from clear to creamy white. To one who had not seen me cum before, you would think that I was having the largest orgasm of his life, so thick and copious and milky was the fluid pouring from my massive horse cock. But the Arab and the rest of the audience knew differently; the flow from my cock was but a drop in the vast well of my awesome virility. 

By this point, I had 750 pounds of dead weight hanging from my tortured sperm tanks, stretching the big bruisers farther than they had ever been stretched before. My cock was straining so hard that it felt like the skin itself would split, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if it was now over 22 inches in length, having left its usual “mere” 19-inch state far, far behind. I didn’t know how much more my gigantic balls could take. At any moment, it felt like my mighty ball cords and sperm ducts would snap and my balls would land with a wet and messy splat on the floor. Strangely, this thought turned me on more powerfully than anything that had come before. I sincerely questioned whether my big beefy nuts could endure any more weight. 

The Arab was smiling openly now as he grabbed one last brick. Doing a quick mental calculation, I realize that this weight would bring the total up to 770 pounds, DOUBLE my own body weight! He looks me straight in my big blue eyes, and by my look alone I tell him to bring it on! He smiles a smile of victory before dropping the final weight on the stack. 

I bellow in animal agony as the platform is stretched farther still, and for a moment it seems that my titanic testicles will indeed be torn from my powerfully muscular crotch. Something inside of my sac seems to let go, and my balls are dangling lower now, apparently unable to hold up the platform any longer as it descends slowly downward. Is this the end of my fabulous bull balls?! Are they about to be ripped from my glorious body!?! 

Finally, the platform stops, my mighty ball cords somehow arresting the platform’s descent and once again supporting the entire massive weight. My scrotum is now stretched to a full 16 inches, my larger-than-grapefruit sized balls bulging obscenely at the bottom of the ridiculously thin neck of my brutally overstretched nutsac. The skin of my hairless scrotum is stretched so thin that every detail of my mammoth, mighty nuts can be clearly seen, as can the steel-like cords and pipes connecting these enormous lumps of man flesh to my straining crotch. The incredibly narrow neck of my scrotum is now less than ½ of an inch thick. The balls themselves have turned such a dark red that they are almost purple in color, stretched to within a hairsbreadth of their destruction, yet somehow they continue to endure. 

The crowd cannot believe the awesome sight, nearly 800 pounds of steel being suspended from the biggest set of nuts on the planet, stretching the gigantic testicles way down past my fucking knees. The platform is swinging gently with my bucking movements, rocking like a huge pendulum and tugging even harder at my super stud bull balls. The platform itself is now mere inches from the floor, and the Arab knows that it is just a matter of time before my nuts tear free and the platform falls to the ground. He knows that he doesn't even have to add any more weight at this point - he just needs to wait until the strength in my straining ball cords finally gives way under the merciless stretching. 

After ogling the magnificent sight of my incredibly stretched scrotum, the Arab picks up a thick metal pipe, over four feet long and nearly two inches thick, and positions himself in front me. My cock lurches with a powerful throb as I realize what is to come next, and a mixture of terror and excitement makes my heart race even faster. The muscular Arab is seething with white-hot anger that my huge nuts are still intact, and he clearly plans to set out to destroy my enormous, grotesque, obscene bull balls. 

The first blow landed with such force that it would have obliterated any other man’s balls, shattering them and reducing them to so much broken ball meat. With the tremendous weight pulling my nuts down and rendering them virtually immobile, the entire blow was absorbed by my thick, beefy ball flesh. I let out a bellow of unimaginable agony as the pipe struck my awesomely sensitive nuts with a loud, wet smack. Holy FUCK, but this guy was even stronger than I thought! The pain was awesome, unlike anything I had felt before. But to the Arab’s anger and frustration, not only did my balls endure the blow, my cock burped an even larger slug of precum. 

The second blow landed on the backside of my swollen bull nuts, wrenching another agonized cry from me, and yet more pearly white precum from my massive cock. My massive balls still held, defying the Arab once again, and I could feel a long awaited orgasm building in my aching loins. Angered by my continued resistance, the Arab threw himself into the brutal ball beating with a vengeance, hammering my massive balls from every direction, raining terrible destruction upon the trapped and bulging ball meat. And I endured it all, bellowing in agony as my balls were simultaneously stretched past my knees and beaten to a jellied pulp. 

A dozen devastating blows struck my beefy bull nuts, and then a dozen more, and I could feel the sperm welling deep within my balls. The Arab landed a particularly powerful blow, and I bellowed in ecstasy this time as I passed the point of no return. A truly massive gout of sperm pulsed out of my cock with such force that it nearly struck the hanging light bulb, dangling over a dozen feet overhead, and then fell onto the weights in the platform with a heavy and loud splat. The first mighty blast was followed by another and another and another, while the Arab continued to whack at my already bruised and battered bull nuts, threatening to burst them wide open even as they were in the act of pumping out my awesome and powerful male essence. 

My fifth orgasm proved to be every bit as massive and powerful as the ones that had gone before, and perhaps even more so. Thick rivers of pure white cum flowed from my throbbing, quivering horse cock with a volume that could not be believed. So much cum was pumping forth from my grotesquely distended cock that it began to fill the platform, which had a four-inch-tall lip around its edges to help keep the bricks in place. This lip was forming a container of sorts to catch the bulk of my super human load. 

As my sperm began to fill the platform, the weight of the titanic load began to stretch my scrotum even farther, adding to its already unearthly dangle. My balls felt like they would burst forth at any moment, such was the awesome weight tearing at them. My traitorous cock thundered onward and onward for a seeming eternity, and the bulk of the load landed on the bricks, white washing them until they were completely coated with my male seed, and quickly filling up the platform. 

Finally, my greatest orgasm yet ebbed and ceased. But to my shock and erotic dismay, my huge and heavy balls ever so slowly continued their downward descent. The added weight of over a gallon of my male juices, combined with the struggle of holding the iron bricks aloft for so long, was becoming more than even my powerful and valiant balls could take. I realized with great irony that my own super human virility would spell the death knell for my huge, proud balls. Clearly, my gigantic and powerful balls could not hold out forever, and I wondered how much longer it would be before they were ripped from my hugely muscular body. 

The Arab might never give me a chance to find that out, however, for he had never ceased to continue raining destruction on my beefy bull balls. Already, at least 50 or 60 devastating blows had been landed on my thick ball meat, and the unimaginably brutal bludgeoning was beginning to take its toll. My once rock-hard balls were beginning to soften, and with each blow the thick pipe seemed to penetrate deeper into my ball flesh. Their resistance was gradually being worn down, and I realized that my proud bull nuts might actually be burst wide open before they had a chance to rip off my body! 

What’s more, the agony caused by the relentless ball beating had increased ten-fold since I had just cum, and my bellows of agony were virtually continuous now. 

Still, at the same time, I had never been more turned on in my life, and I wanted the Arab to hit my balls harder, and harder, and harder! To the crowd’s amazement, I began to shout again, taunting my captor and encouraging him to bring on his worst. 

“FUCK YEAH!!!” I shouted, my deep voice reverberating off the walls of the big dungeon. “THAT’S IT!! AWWW!! UNNH!!! UNNNNH!!! TURN MY FUCKING BALLS TO MUSH!!!! FUCK!!! YEAH!!!! BUST ‘EM WIDE OPEN LIKE A FUCKING PINATA!!! UNNH! I CAN TAKE IT!!! UNNH!!! UNNNNH!!! YEAH!!! I CAN FUCKING TAKE IT!!! YEAH, BEAT THOSE FUCKING BULL NUTS!!!!”

The flurry of blows continued to rain down on my defenseless and weakening balls without pause, adding an ugly shade of purple to their angry red color. 80 blows became 90 blows, then 100, then 120, and still my mighty bull balls endured. They were getting positively squishy at this point, and the pipe was now grinding deep into the heart of both my huge nuts with each destructive blow. Each strike of the lead pipe now caused my huge swollen balls to quiver like they were filled with jelly, the thick and incredibly tough ball meat gradually starting to liquefy from the brutal onslaught. The gargantuan gonads had also continued their slow descent toward castration, and they were now at 18 or 18 ½ inches from my crotch. The sight was fucking unbelievable, and intensely erotic. 

It seemed as if any blow could now be my last, and the Arab seemed to sense this, too, for he began to redouble his efforts and began striking with everything he had, throwing his entire muscular body into each blow. The thought that my bull balls would very soon become nothing more than liquid nut guts sent me over the edge once again, and I hit my sixth orgasm of the night. 

Even I couldn’t believe the force and volume of my orgasm, for it went beyond anything I had ever experienced in my life. The sheer volume of my monstrous, titanic load surpassed even the time I came after not ejaculating for ten whole days, and here it was the sixth orgasm of the night!! 

This time, my first shot DID hit the light bulb overhead, coating the inside of the fixture and raining down with huge globs of spunk. The next dozen or so shots did the same thing, and the bulb began to sizzle with the coating of my male juices. The platform, which was already nearly half-full from my last orgasm, continued to fill with this newest load, stretching my balls even farther, which I did not believe was possible. As blow after blow after terrible blow continued to slam into my quivering, crumbling nuts, spurt after blast after mighty gout of cum continued to thunder out of my painfully engorged monster cock. 

In less than a minute, the platform of weights was completely filled with cum, adding more than a gallon of my manly fluids to the sperm already there, and yet my orgasm still continued unabated. Thick cum began to pour over the sides of the platform, thick and sticky rivers of jism dripping the short few inches to the cold stone floor, where it joined the already large puddle of splooge forming there. 

The added weight of my own thick emissions must have been more than my balls could bear, for my mighty low hangers started to descend once again, stretching farther and farther as they approached the snapping point. I couldn’t believe that my scrotum could have stretched a millimeter farther without ripping, but it did, stretching quickly to 19 inches, then 19 ½ inches, and then 20 inches, with no sign of stopping! The pain was excruciating, and the hammering of my bull nuts only added to the extraordinary agony being visited upon the wellspring of my awesome masculinity. Holy fuck, I was truly about to be castrated! 

As my gargantuan nuts continued to descend toward their doom, the awesome stretch of my bull nuts actually began to draw my titanic horse cock downward. Its more than 45 degree angle began to diminish as my nuts were stretched to 20 ½ inches, then 21, then 21 ½ inches, and then 22 inches. My scrotum was now stretched as long as my mighty aching schlong, and STILL the stretching continued! God DAMN, but I was a fucking bull stud!! 

My huge balls were really taking a beating now, and the sickening wet slap of the pipe striking my crumbling ball meat was like a drum beat counting down the blows until my balls were reduced to useless shattered orbs of broken ball flesh. Each blow of the lead pipe was now pummeling right to the very heart of my mammoth testicles, and the mighty orbs had softened to such an extraordinary degree that any blow could now spell their doom. It would be a race against time to see which would destroy my proud bull balls first, the awful stretching of the weights or the terrible pummeling of the pipe. 

The awesome pull of the weights had now cantilevered my cock to a horizontal position, and as my orgasm STILL thundered onward, each massive slug of cum struck the gorgeous Arab across his thick and powerful chest, his washboard abs, his thick deltoids, and his powerful swinging arms, lashing him with rope after rope of my hot, sticky cum. The deluge of my sperm seemed to excite the man to an even greater level, and his blows to my nuts became even more powerful, if that was even possible. 

“YEAH!!! SHATTER MY FUCKING HUGE BALLS!!! UNNH!!! UNNNHHH!!! AARGH!!! UNNH!! BUST THEM WIDE OPEN, MAN!!! UNNNH!!! UNNNNHHH!!!”

My nuts were stretched now to 22 ½ inches, and were still falling. 

“AAWWW, FUCK YEAH!!! UNNH!!! UNNHHH!!! I’M FUCKING COATING YOU WITH MY HOT AMERICAN G.I. SPUNK!!! AAAARRGH!!! GRRRR!!! FUCK!!! YOU LIKE THAT, DON’T YOU, YOU PRICK!!! AWWW, FUCK!!!”  

Down to 23 inches now, and my huge nuts were so jellied now that they bent around the pipe with each devastating blow. 

“OH, YEAH!!!!! GOD, SHIT, FUCK, THAT HURTS SO DAMN GOOD!!! UNNH!!! UNNNHHH!!! UUUNNNNNHHHH!!! AAAHHH!!! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!?! C’MON!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!! MAKE MY FUCKING NUTS BURST FOR YOU!!!! UNNH!!! MY BULL BALLS CAN FUCKING TAKE IT!!!”  

The stretch in my screaming nuts reached 23 ½ inches, and the platform was now less than six inches above the cum drenched floor. My huge monster cock was still spewing out the greatest, most mind-blowingly massive load of my life, and some corner of my pain and ecstasy fogged brain realized that this would also be the final orgasm of my young life. Never before had my huge aching nuts, the wellspring of my masculinity and power, been brought so close to destruction. I struggled even harder against my bonds than I ever had before, and the thick metal shackles creaked with the awesome strength of my huge muscles, but to no avail – I could not break free to save myself. In moments my awesome masculinity would be destroyed, to become nothing more than a memory. 

“OH GOD!!! OH FUCKING DAMN!!!! UNNH!!! MY NUTS ARE GONNA EXPLODE!!! UNNNHHH!!! YOU’RE FUCKING CASTRATING ME!!!! OH GOD NO!!!! NOOOO!!! UNNNHH!!! UUUNNHHH!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!”

My balls, the famed source of my awesome and super human masculinity, reached an impossible stretch of 24 inches from my heroically straining crotch! TWO FULL FUCKING FEET OF DANGLE!!! Even my awesome bull nuts were never meant endure such a stretch, and I knew that they were mere seconds away from ripping off of my crotch. 

In the next few seconds, many extraordinary events occurred simultaneously. The Arab, sensing the end of my heroic gonads was near, bellowed in joy and fury as he landed a final blow into my nuts that struck so hard that the pipe itself shattered, sundered in two as it struck my horrifically beaten and battered bull nuts. My majestically muscled body arched in agony, each muscle etched in perfect detail, as yet another ear-bursting bellow was torn from my giant lungs. The pain was greater than anything that had come before. 

There was a loud snapping sound, followed by the incredibly loud sound of the iron and cum laden platform striking the ground with a resounding clang. Cum-coated bricks and great globs of cum went flying as the over 800 pound mass of metal and sperm struck the floor, cracking several of the thick flagstones in the process. 

A great cheer began to go up from the crowd of Arabs, but it was cut abruptly short almost as soon as it began when the men realized what had just happened. The pain radiating from my groin was so intense that at first I didn’t dare look down to see what had made the men go silent. With a mixture of fear and resignation, I looked down to witness the ruin of my once proud testicles – only to find that they were miraculously still attached to my body!!! With a sense of awe, I realized that the loud snapping sound I had heard was not of my ball cords finally breaking, but rather of the ¼-inch-thick steel cord connecting my balls to the platform, which finally gave way under the immense strain of holding the 770 pounds of weights plus well over two gallons of my own heavy splooge. Holy SHIT, but my balls really were tougher than steel!! 

My huge, swollen, and bruised balls now hung a full 8 inches from the base of my rock hard cock - TWICE their normal dangle - the metal collar still secured around their base and a good 6 or 8 inches of the steel cable hanging from the back. I wondered idly if this new dangle was permanent, and then realized that I was unlikely to ever find out. 

The Arab reached one trembling hand forward and gently cupped my gargantuan left nut, raising it up slightly to get a better view of the purple, swollen, and nearly pulped orb. Even this gentle touch sent waves of pain through my groin, but I only moaned softly and waited to see what the handsome, swarthy man would do next. He inspected the huge orb with his gentle hand, and was stunned to discover that though the massive ball was indeed very soft and mushy, it was still miraculously intact! He let the first great nut drop and then grasped the other, a little less gently this time, and found that its twin was likewise intact. Even I couldn’t believe that after so much brutal torture, I still had two intact testicles attached to my massively muscular body. 

Eyes riveted on my fat bull ball, the Arab began to close his big hand around my huge nut, squeezing it harshly in his big fist. At the beginning of the night, his powerful hand could barely deform the outer wall of my incredibly tough nuts, but now his fingers easily penetrated deep into the very heart of my squishy nut, and I cried out at the sharp, aching pain as he squeezed my huge nut – HARD! He then dropped the broken pipe from his other hand with a loud clang and grabbed my remaining bull ball, and then began squeezing both with all his impressive strength. My huge balls bulged grotesquely between the Arab’s strong fingers, making a squishing and squelching sound, but they simply refused to burst. My beefy bull balls had indeed been weakened by the assault with the lead pipe, but there was still a lot of strength left in those huge puppies. A whole hell of a lot more strength, actually. 

The Arab dropped my huge, swollen, and battered nuts and stepped away from me, speaking to his compatriots in some Arabic dialect that I didn't understand. For a moment at least, I was allowed to rest and regain my breath, and my mighty chest heaved as I struggled to get enough air into my lungs. I couldn't believe that even my massive nuts, as strong and tough as they are, had just survived such a brutal ordeal. Sweat was running off my enormously muscular body in rivers from the severity of the abuse I had suffered thus far, and I didn't try to kid myself that these brutalities were anywhere near over. 

I gazed down at my fantastically muscular body, and I have to admit that I was proud to see that my massive cock was just as rock hard as ever. My mighty beef stick continued to throb powerfully with my heartbeat, and was almost painfully engorged with blood. I had never seen my cock so hard or swollen so large before, and I wondered if my boner would EVER go down. I was very relieved to see that the worst of the redness from the recent boiling of my cock had already begun to fade, and that my proud masterpiece of a cock looked like it wasn't going to be suffering any permanent injuries from that particular torture. 

Even as I watched, the dregs of my sixth colossal load of the evening (day? night? I had no way of knowing what time it was in this dungeon) continued to burp out of my aching cock, dripping heavily into the thick pools of cum beneath me. God DAMN, but I had shot a lot of spunk already, even for me! I was hoping that my captors would give me something to drink soon, as a few more loads like that might get me severely dehydrated! 

I gently bucked my hips, and watched as my gigantic nuts swung heavily between my massively muscular thighs. My balls were so huge and now hung so low beneath my crotch that they looked like a pair of steel wrecking balls, the kind that they use to demolish old brick and concrete buildings. My big bruisers were proving themselves to be so tough that I wouldn't have been surprised at this point if I COULD use them to bust down a brick wall! My heavy orbs ached and throbbed like never before, having endured abuses far beyond anything they had even been subjected to. But as great as the pain was in my bruised and swollen nuts, it didn't begin to compare to the pleasure washing through my body. That deep seated ache was the most powerful aphrodisiac I had ever felt, and I was surprised at how eager I was for the tortures to resume. Even though I knew that my captors truly intended to unman me and likely kill me, and that my horribly bruised and battered balls couldn’t endure much more such abuse, my body and overcharged libido continued to betray me, and I hungered for more and even greater abuses. 

Apparently, I wasn't to be disappointed...

To the Victor Go the Spoils - Chapter 1

One of my favorite themes is the idea of a military stud being caught behind enemy lines and brutally interrogated. The big muscle stud refuses to talk, taking every bit of punishment that the cruel enemy soldiers can dish out and begging for more. The story below is one of those kinds of stories...

The original version of this story was MUCH shorter and didn't end well for the hunky Marine. I've added a LOT to this story, so much so that I've decided to break this story up into a couple of chapters as my complete version is a full 44 pages long. Yeah, I got carried away on this one! LOL! But you may be happy to know that I let the huge muscle hunk hero keep his balls in the end...barely... ;)

To the Victor Go the Spoils - Chapter 1

Based on an original story by an anonymous author

A big stupid bull of a man is given the ultimate in CBT 

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"So you're just some big stupid bull with a giant dick and balls, huh?" he says to me as I slowly come out of my stupor. I feel as if I have been drugged. I vaguely remembered having come off duty at the army base and going into some dive bar in Cairo, but then my memory got hazy. I had no idea where I was or how I had gotten there. 

"Yeah!" I slur in response to the swarthy yet handsome Middle Eastern man. I realize that I am hanging naked in front of him. Shaking my head to clear my wits, I flex my huge arms and powerful chest in an effort to move, but quickly realize that I am bound at the ankles and wrists to a rack, stretching me spread-eagled and taut. 

I also begin to realize that I have an audience. The dark and handsome man in front of me is standing there admiring my body. He comes closer and reaches out his hands, which begin to roam over my young and intensely beefy pecs and my tight and corrugated abs, and I can feel my cock begin to stiffen in response. I can tell that there are some other guys around as well, as well as some dogs, but I can’t see any of them. I can just hear their voices in the darkness that surrounds me, the men laughing in some Arabic dialect and the dogs yapping. Am I underground? I faintly hear water dripping and echoing through the apparently vast chamber. 

"Nothing special about you at all..." he mutters, his voice carrying an uncanny, subterranean echo. I am convinced that we are in a cavern. "…except for your giant meat." 

I know the guy is just trying to taunt me, as I have by far the best and most massive physique of any of the guys on base, and perhaps any guy in the whole damn Army. At 22 years of age, I’ve already managed to pack on 385 pounds of pure choice grade AAA American muscle onto my huge 6’6” frame, and I’ve easily got room for another 40 or 50 more pounds. There’s not an ounce of fat on this physique, and from the looks I constantly get from men and women alike, I know that I’ve got an incredible body. Just to show this guy that I wasn’t going to buy his comments, I chuckle and flex my chest and arms some more, showing off my physique for him, even though I am bound. Though the guy tries not to betray how impressed he is with my physique, his eyes take on a hungry look and his big hands squeeze my flexing 28 ½ inch guns and cup as much as they can of my thick, beefy pecs. 

The guy’s hands wander down to my big, muscular thighs and begin stroking the inside of my legs. Man I am horny! Few massively muscular guys are well endowed between the legs, but I certainly break that stereotype. I shatter it, actually, for even completely limp, my cock stretches the measuring tape to over 13 full meaty inches, and is thicker than my wrist. But as the handsome Arab continues fondling my huge leg muscles, the gigantic muscle between my thighs begins to grow longer and thicker and harder. 

From my completely soft and shrunken 13+ inches, the mammoth trunk stretches lower, still limp looking, to 14 inches. The shaft thickens, the glans swells, and at 15 inches my bloating meat begins to lift away from the support of my massive, cradling bull balls, although the giant head still points at the floor. At 16 long inches, my massive phallus straightens to aim at the Arab’s ankles a few feet away. For 17 inches, it rises parallel with the floor, and continues to expand in both girth and length. Passing 18 inches, the trademark shallow curve of my gargantuan man meat locks into place. Finally, at 19 full hard-as-steel inches, my monster cock reaches full erection, standing proudly at just move than 45 degrees above horizontal, and nearly as thick as my massively beefy forearm. 

I am certain that no penis so large has ever existed in all of recorded history. That for some reason, some mutation in my genetic code has blessed me with the most massive set of horse cock and monster balls on the planet. And this fact gives me immense pride. 

My cock is now standing at full rock-hard attention, stretching majestically out from my body and visibly pulsing with my young heartbeat. The guy’s eyes grow wide, and I can hear gasps of surprise and awe from the men in the darkness. I grin in smugness and pride, as I am used to the reaction that my huge uncut horse dick causes. For arcing magnificently in front of my powerful, muscular body is the thickest, juiciest man meat any of these guys had ever seen. Oh yeah, I was proud of my fucking huge cock, and just for fun I flexed it a few times for their amusement, making my huge cock swell to even greater proportions and tapping the massive cock head firmly against the middle of my incredibly thick, wide, and rock-hard chest with a series of beefy smacks. 

The cock flexing causes my huge, meaty balls to sway ponderously beneath my soaring meat. I’ve seen other guys with what are considered really big balls, balls that are as big as hen’s eggs, or even lemons, but let me tell you, my huge baby makers dwarf those of even the most proudly hung stud. My massive gonads are big as fucking ripe grapefruit, mighty cum factories built for long endurance. And those mighty man lumps of mine are so heavy that they naturally hang down an awesome 4” in my big, baggy scrotum. 

The natural warmth of the cavern had my huge nuts hanging WAY down in my sac, halfway to my fucking knees. The guy’s beautiful brown eyes were locked on my swinging man spuds, and he unconsciously licked his lips in anticipation. His big hand reached out to cup one of my balls from beneath, and just the one goliath orb filled his big hand to overflowing. The warmth of his touch caused my huge cock to throb harder still, and a pearly drop of precum appeared at its tip. Man, I couldn’t ever remember being this hard! Whatever drug they had given me must have given me quite a buzz! The guy continues to fondle my package, reveling in the fact that all 6’6” and 385 pounds of perfectly toned bull muscle was hanging before him, horny and completely helpless. 

He stares at me for a moment before he speaks. 

“You filthy American swine are all alike. Gung-ho GI’s who can’t wait to stick their dick in any available orifice. So proud and arrogant, believing that you can control the people of the desert. I am here to prove you wrong, and I intend to make an example out of you, and strike fear into the hearts of the American infidels.”  

The handsome torturer grasps around the base of my massive bull balls with one hand and roughly yanks them downward, hard, stretching them to nearly 6 eye-popping inches from my crotch. I grunt deeply in response and smile as a wave of pleasure washes over me – my balls have been stretched much farther than that before, and this is just child’s play for me. 

My response seems to confuse my captor for a moment, but he recovers his malicious grin and states, “These worthless nuts of yours are monstrously oversized, but I will show you that they are not as tough as you think they are. I will begin your destruction by beating your obscenely bloated balls to mush. Soon, you will wish that you had never been born with balls, and will beg for me to cut them off.”  

My captor’s words elicit a rush of excitement from me, for little does the swarthy Arab know that I get off on having my balls beaten and tortured. The harder the better. I’ve been beating on my own balls since puberty, and take every chance I can get to let others wail on them, and over time my behemoth balls have gone from simply tough to hard as fucking rocks. 

There are three extraordinary things about me. The first two are obvious; one, I'm phenomenally muscular and have the handsome, square-jawed looks of a super hero, and two, I'm hung like a fucking stud horse with the virility of 20 men. But the third thing isn't so immediately obvious -- I've got balls of steel, and nothing gets me as boned as having some big hot dude wail upon my massive nuts. 

When I joined the Army at 18, my freakishly huge bull balls quickly became the focus of a lot of rough horseplay around the army base. Every night, my barracks mates would have a contest to see which one of them could make me cum first by beating, punching, smashing, yanking, kicking, stomping, and pummeling my huge man fruits. I encouraged the rough behavior, and goaded them on to more and more brutal abuses. This rough ball play has followed me to every base I've been stationed at every since, with my fellow grunts and even many of the officers taking turns beating on my balls every night. 

I love every second of it. It usually takes quite a while for me to blow my first load, and my barracks mates are always awed by the incredible quantity of spunk I blast onto the cold concrete floor, making a huge, sticky, slippery puddle of hot male goo. 

After I blow my first load, the evening usually becomes a free-for-all, with man after muscular young man punishing my nuts like there’s no tomorrow, while they pound their own meat and shoot their cum all over the barracks. I’ll usually cum 5 or 6 more times each night, each load as massive as the one before, shooting my last load long after the last grunt is exhausted and spent. The ache in my nuts after a beating like that fills me with pleasure and power. 

But of course, my swarthy captor does not know this as he begins to beat my nuts. Holding the base of my huge nuts firmly with his left hand, the Arab made a fist with his right hand and slammed it into my nuts in a brutal upper cut. I groaned involuntarily as my balls absorbed the full impact of the blow, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. This man proved to be even stronger than he appeared, and my balls ached for him to hit them again. I wasn’t to be disappointed. 

The Arab began to wail on my bull nuts with his fist, hitting me as hard as he could. Lots of guys try to pull their punches when they strike me in the balls, thinking that a full-blown punch will do me damage. Not to these big boys they won’t. I was impressed that this Arab didn’t try to hold back, but was actually TRYING to mangle my nuts. That was a first for me, and I really got into it. 

Blow after powerful blow rained down onto my big bull nuts, and my cock began to throb powerfully in response to all of the stimulation. But all too soon, after only 70 or 80 blows, the Arab ceases his beating of my balls. I think he was becoming frustrated with the fact that my burly beefy balls weren’t showing the slightest bit of damage, when any normal man’s balls would have long since been reduced to rubble. My balls could take a whole hell of a lot more abuse than that, and I was eager for more. 

Fortunately, my Arabian captor was only too happy to oblige. My low-hanging bull nuts were placed on top of a large wooden stump, where they rested plump and inviting, waiting for whatever treatment my captor wanted to give me next. My blue eyes almost bulged out of my head when I saw him grab a giant hammer. The massive metal mallet was shaped like a sledgehammer, only of much larger proportions, and the face of the mallet was more than large enough to flatten both my huge nuts at the same time. My cock twitched and throbbed in anticipation, as no one had thought to use a weapon like this on my balls before, and my hips thrust forward almost involuntarily, all but begging for the Arab to smash my huge nuts to smithereens. 

Grinning cruelly, the Arab raised the mallet up high, and then brought it down with brutal force directly onto my burgeoning, bloated balls. I can hardly describe the feeling, the mixture of ecstasy and agony as the mallet all but flattened by big, juicy balls. The blow was so powerful that any lesser man’s balls would have been instantly pulverized, but my giant orbs of steel repelled the blow and were eager for another. A second blow followed, and third and a fourth and a fifth, and all the while I am grunting in pleasure, my cock throbbing harder and faster as I begin to climb toward a climax. I don’t think my captor noticed my growing excitement, so intent was he on reducing my balls to a shattered mess of broken ball flesh. Ha! That wasn’t likely! Instead, the brutal beating was churning the huge load building in my balls, and each new blow brought me closer to shooting my wad. 

20 blows, then 30, then 40, then 50, none of the men present could believe my balls were enduring such punishment. 60 blows, 70, my orgasm begins to build deep in my loins. 80 blows, I am getting close, 90 blows, there’s no turning back, 100 blows…  

On the 100^th blow from the mallet, my cock swells larger still, ballooning in girth and adding an additional inch in length, shudders, and then lets loose with the largest load these men had ever seen. My first blast caught the Arab completely by surprise, a 3-foot-long rope of cum thicker than a pencil that erupted from my huge cock with tremendous force. It no doubt would have arced high into the air if the Arab had not been directly in the line of fire. Instead, the huge wad struck him full in the chest and face, spraying a thick line across the handsome man’s body and coating him in my thick sperm. He grunted in surprise and stumbled backwards, allowing my second blast to shoot nearly 10 feet up into the air before crashing back down to the damp stone floor with a wet splat. What followed then was my usual gargantuan load of stud cream, blast after massive blast of my thick, hot, blindingly white cum. I shot about a dozen huge blasts before my orgasm began to ebb, and then shot another 4 or 5 increasingly diminishing blasts before my orgasm finally ceased and the dregs of the huge load began to burp from my still rock-solid cock. 

The men in the room were silent, so stunned were they by the incredibly powerful show of hyper masculine virility that I had just displayed. For me, that was just a run-of-the-mill orgasm, and what these guys didn’t know was that I had at least half a dozen more loads just as huge as that still waiting in my giant, cum-filled bull nuts. The pool of cum on the floor below me is huge, more cum than a normal man could produce in months, but to me it is just the tip of the iceberg. 

My Arabian captor recovers his composure and wipes huge slugs of cum off of his handsome face. “So, you like it when other men bust your huge bull nuts, eh?” he asks. He smacks my balls really hard with his open palm, and I gasp from the sudden sting. My nuts have been beaten so tender by this point that a light touch gives me tremendous pleasurable pain, and the hard smack from his big palm makes my head spin for a moment, especially since it follows on the heels of a huge orgasm. 

My captor then seems to transfer his attention to my huge cock. “Oh, but there's also lots I could do to a cock that big. How do you like your cock tortured?” he asks. He grasps my thick prick firmly in his hand for a few moments, and I feel it stiffen even further... I am SO fucking hard. My cock is straining well beyond its full 19 inches, and it feels like it is getting harder still! Hot damn, but I wouldn’t have been surprised if my achingly swollen cock had reached 20 or even 21 inches by now! 

“Big beefy morons like you deserve to have their cocks tortured! What would you do,” he asks mockingly, “if some big dumb ass bull of a man had a hard on in front of you? Act real nice, at first? Playing with and caressing that giant cock of his?”  

“Yeah!” I grunt, still maddeningly horny, and willing to play his sadistic game. His hands are still stroking my huge and incredibly turgid shaft, sending massive waves of pleasure through my groin. God, I want to cum again! Despite the massive load I have already blown, my balls are still swimming in gallons of unspent male juices, and they begin to ache for release. 

I can see some of the other men now. The men bring lots of equipment with them.... large propane burners, and a grill, I think, as well as pots and pans and numerous utensils. 

“Yes!” He smiles as one of the men hands him a trickling garden hose. “And then, would you bathe it with running water?” he continues as he aims the hose onto my rampant cock. I dimly become aware of the large water heater in the corner to which the hose seems to be attached. As the nice warm water sprays over my crotch, stimulating my erection further, a man next to the water heater begins turning knobs. Nearby, pots of water have been set to slowly boil over large propane torches. 

The water is nice and soothing at first, then slowly the water becomes hotter and hotter, and then colder and colder, going further into each extreme with each change in temperature. The feeling is erotic at first, but slowly grows more and more painful as the temperatures get more and more extreme and the transitions between hot and cold come faster. I gasp out in the pain as it gets worse and worse! Soon scalding hot water is running over my prick, causing it to steam and turn bright red! 

“Fuck yeah, man! Give me more!” I shout. The pain is exquisite, and I gasp to regain my breath. Then suddenly the water from the hose gives an ice cold shock as it pours over my big hot dick, making it shiver.... and then back to the hot water again! Even hotter this time!! 

“Damn!” I shout out in pain at the sudden heat blasting at my cock now! His gloved thumb is over the end of the hose's nozzle, directing the water's flow and increasing its force. Then the water turns cold as ice once again, causing my burning dick to scream in agony. The man by the water heater furiously turns one of the knobs, and my cock is then blasted once again with scalding hot water! All I can do is grunt in deep-throated ecstasy as the searing water pours over my swollen member. 

“Oh fuck!” I burst out, repeating it over and over. My dick is harder than it has ever been in my life, straining the confines of its now 21” length, and it is now red and visibly steaming. 

My captor smiles and exclaims, “I cannot even touch your cock after that! It is scalding hot! Yet somehow you remain hard after all that punishment! You truly are one tough man, you American grunt, but even you will not survive these tortures for long.”  

The process starts again – icy cold water is blasting my dick, followed by maddeningly hot water, then suddenly cold water again! By this time I am grunting and moaning pretty loudly, my hugely muscular body thrashing around in my restraints, my enormous muscles bulging and straining to break free, but even my great strength cannot break free of the thick iron manacles binding me at ankle and wrist. My captor seems to enjoy watching the play of my huge muscles as I struggle mightily but vainly to escape, while at the same time my cock strains toward release. 

As the process continues, one of the men comes forward with a propane burner on a cart, with a huge pot – almost a cauldron really – of boiling water suspended over it. In the pot is a large ladle. 

Suddenly, the hose shuts off, and my tormentor places the hose over a hook on the side of the propane cart. He then takes up the ladle from the pot of water that is now in full boil over the fire. He proceeds to let a thin line of the boiling water trace down the length of my dick. 

“AW FUCK!” I blurt out from the shock. My dick gets even harder from this – if that’s even possible – and it bobs up and down as the boiling water hits it. “OH HOLY FUCK!” I bellow, as steam rises from my shaft, and also from my huge nuts as the scalding water pours down my scrotum as well. The pain is excruciating, yet my dick begins to tremor in anticipation of release. 

My tormentor dips the ladle back into the pot and pours yet more of the boiling water over my shaft and nuts, and then again, and again, and again, and again and again and again and again. My cock is screaming in agony, and I know I am really close. 

“IS THAT ALL YOU’VE FUCKING GOT!!” I scream, daring him, taunting him to do more. 

And he does. 

He takes my big dick at the base, and using his exceptional strength, suddenly plunges the whole shaft into the full pot of boiling water. 

"OH FUCK!!!" I bellow in unbelievable pain as the boiling water engulfs my huge meat. “OH GOD, MY COCK!!!”  And suddenly, I hit orgasm again. My huge cock throbs so mightily that it rears up out of the water like some massive sea beast, and the first massive wad shoots straight out more than two dozen feet. My captor struggles to tame my beast, plunging it back in the water only to have it rear up again on the second and third blasts of cum. He shouts a quick order to his compatriots, and two of them rush forward and also grab the base of my cock, adding their strength to that of my captor and successfully forcing my huge cock under the roiling surface of the scalding water as my orgasm continues unabated. 

I continue to shoot blast after mighty blast of cum into the boiling cauldron even as the scalding water sears my massive beast of a cock. Each huge salvo immediately congeals upon contact with the boiling water, creating massive gobs of congealed stud spunk, but my cock doesn’t care as it belches out ever more slugs of my man cream. The pain is incredibly intense, but if anything, the pain serves to intensify my orgasm, and my second load is actually larger than my first. 

I can almost hear my cock sizzling as steam rises from the pot. And I can almost smell my huge horse cock beginning to cook in the water... 

“OH YEAH, GIVE ME MORE!!” I beg. He just smiles cruelly at me and holds my meat in the water for a few more seconds, even after my orgasm is complete. When he and his two assistants finally allow my cock to rise up out of the water, and I cry, “OH GOD!”  My dick has turned bright pink, and it stings all over, even on the inside where the boiling water has climbed up my huge cum tube. A sharp, burning feeling permeates my member, and all I can do is gasp with the pleasure and agony of it all. 

But before I can catch my breath, he shoves my huge, bruised bull balls into the boiling pot! 

“OH GOD!!!” I shout out in agony. “IT HUUURRRTS!!”  

My huge bloated balls are fully immersed in the boiling water, their great weight and density keeping them submerged even as the roiling water tries to bring them to the surface. If anything, the pain is even greater than what my dick just experienced, and I bellow in unbelievable agony as my massive balls are boiled before my very eyes. 

Even though I have already cum twice in a very short while, I can feel the beginnings of a third orgasm build deep within my burning balls. The minutes pass, and my balls are heating more and more as the boiling water ever so slowly begins to cook them. Never before have I felt such exquisite pain. I am babbling incoherently, sweat pouring off of my incredibly muscular body, as my scalded cock strains skyward, eager for release. 

My third orgasm hits me like a freight train, but I am unprepared for the pain it brings. The cum in my balls has been heated almost to the boiling point, due to the intense internal pressures of my bull nuts, and as the first scathingly hot wad shoots up through my dick, it sears the tender tissues inside my cock, causing me to scream in agony. The first mighty salvo blasts more than a dozen feet in front of me, and strikes one of the spectators across his body and face. The man cries out in pain, for my cum has grown scaldingly hot, and leaves a red welt across his face. Part of me is proud of the fact that I have hurt one of my captors even as I am being helplessly tortured, but most of my mind is simply overwhelmed by the searing pain in my loins. 

My third orgasm thunders on and on, and proves to be the largest one yet, over 20 massive blasts of truly white-hot cum, followed by another half dozen smaller blasts as my orgasm finally comes to an end. 

Once my third orgasm is complete, the Arab removes my screaming balls from the boiling water, letting them cool somewhat in the damp subterranean air. Any other man’s balls would have been long since cooked clear through, but the toughness of my beefy balls, combined with their great size, has saved me from that fate. Still, my huge orbs glowed a bright lobster red, and ached more than they had ever ached before. And not entirely in a good way this time. It finally dawned on me that my captor truly intended to destroy my awesome cock and balls, and that there was nothing I could do to stop him. A thrill of fear seized me for the first time, and I began to fight even more violently against my restraints. 

Before I could recover from the previous assault, the Arab and his companions gasp all of my junk, and submerge both my cock AND my balls into the boiling cauldron. 

“OH SHIT!!!” I wail. “YOU’RE COOKING MY COCK AND BALLS!!!”

“Of course I am, dumbass!” He snarls at me. “Such a disgustingly huge piece of meat and obscenely oversized testicles deserve to be destroyed. And like I said earlier, we're too far away for anyone to hear you scream!”  

And I scream a lot. Because this time, he does not pull my cock and balls out. He keeps them in there for a nice long time. I shriek and struggle with my bonds, desperately trying to free myself and flee, but I can't. And my cock is practically smoldering now -- and so are my nuts! 

“Oh fuck, yeah! YEAH!! Cook my fucking huge cock and balls! YEAH!!! I can take it! I can fucking TAKE it!! My fucking cock and balls are tougher than anything you assholes have ever seen!  Bring it ON!!”  My words surprise even me, for I am all but begging him to destroy my pride and joy, my massive horse cock and behemoth bull balls. 

"I don’t think you want me to stop!" he shouts back at me in shock and not a little bit of awe. "You love it! Feeling your cock cook! You fucking love it! It’s unbelievable!!"  He keeps my huge package in the boiling water for quite a while longer, and I continue to bellow in agony. All I can feel is a burning pain – my cock and nuts feel like they are on fire! 

Then, after a long while, he pulls my meat out of the pot. I can see that my cock is now a bright lobster red to match my horrifically aching balls. It has certainly cooked a bit... Quite a bit, in fact. 

“Oh fuck... oh god...my COCK!" I babble while panting to regain my breath, nearly sobbing at the sight of my injured cock and burned balls. 

“Well look at that!” he says in mock amazement, indicating my meat. “It might never be the same again!”  

There is a long pause... 

“Oh well, not that it matters anyway!” he says, and quickly pushes my cock and balls back into the pot. 

“AAAAHHHHHHG-G-God!! MY COCK!!!” I wail in pain, excitement, and ecstasy! He pushes the propane cart, and with it, the pot of water, closer to me, so that my full length is more easily submerged. "OH YEAH, DON’T STOP!! OH GOD!!! OH FUCK!!!!!" 

This is it... this is really it! My cock is done for! My awesome, majestic, baseball bat of a cock, which has brought me such pleasure and pride over the years, is being cooked right on my body, and my huge, burly balls, the envy of all the men on the base, are being reduced to two massive hardboiled eggs. 

Suddenly and unexpectedly, I reach orgasm for the fourth time that night, no doubt in a vain attempt by my balls to impregnate something, anything, before they are destroyed forever. The orgasm wracks my body, an unbelievable mixture of pleasure and pain, and every enormous, hyper developed muscle in my gorgeous body stands out in deep relief as I pound out yet another gargantuan load. Again, my thick cum boils out of my cock, adding to the burning pain that permeates my genitals. Wad after wad shoots into the boiling, churning water, where it quickly congeals into useless chunks of boiled sperm. 

The Arab and his friends continue to hold my thrashing cock down in the water. I struggle and bellow in agony – he is cooking my cock! I look down at it, and I watch it broiling in the pot, even as my orgasm rages onward. Oh god! My cock is finished! It is being cooked, and I can do nothing to stop it from happening. 

“It’s getting cooked!” the Arab taunts me, obviously turned on by the whole scene. “Oh my god, I’m cooking your massive horse dick like a big piece of sausage!”  He laughs sadistically. 

"Oh YEAH?!” I bellow, my mighty orgasm continuing to rack my body and my screaming loins. “It’s gonna take a lot more than THAT to destroy my fucking huge cock, you asshole! That’s a grade AAA American sausage you got in that pot, thicker than a beer can and longer than your fucking arm!! It ain’t NEARLY done yet!!!”  

"Oh yeah?! Take a look again, you filthy American pig! Your heavy cock is more than half cooked, and your balls aren’t far behind! Go ahead! Cry! Cry for help, you dumb shit!!" He snarls at me again. "No one will come, no one can hear you!" 

The Arab suddenly releases my cock, which heaves itself up out of the water like some massive prehistoric serpent, pulling my massive, low hanging balls with it. My fourth orgasm is STILL raging onward, and as if to demonstrate its defiance, my cock shoots a scathingly hot blast of super heated cum onto my captor’s torso and face. The Arab cries out in surprise and pain, and is unable to dodge out of the way before two more scalding blasts strike him. 

As the Arab rolls around on the floor in pain, ripping off his shirt and frantically wiping the burning cum from his face and arms, I let out a deep and throaty laugh. The fucker got what was coming to him, that was DAMN sure! 

My huge steaming cock continues to shoot out the remainder of my massive fourth orgasm, dwarfing my previous massive orgasms and creating an actual puddle of cooling sperm on the stone floor. With amazement, I stare at my straining man meat, which has turned from a healthy pink color to a deep lobster red, and I can see the beginnings of blisters appearing on the incredibly thick shaft. But though my cock feels pretty well cooked, amazingly it is still very much alive. Again, the toughness of my huge cock, combined with its massive girth and length, have saved it from being cooked clear through, although it’s clear that it wouldn’t take much more to finish my cock off. I am filled once again with pride at the sheer size and toughness of my huge cock. 

Hanging huge and heavy beneath my steaming member are my scalded bull balls, which are hanging so low that they are less than an inch above the roiling, boiling water. My parboiled balls are bright red and shiny, but otherwise unharmed by the terrible abuse. In fact, I can feel more thick loads aching to be released, and I find myself eager to see what my captor will do to me next. 

The Arab is once again standing before me, his hairy chest heaving with anger. He has stripped to the waist to remove my boiling cum from his skin, revealing a magnificent physique of his own. Though not nearly as big as me, the hot young Arab is still powerfully muscled and beautifully defined, with just the perfect amount of dark chest and belly hair accenting his trim muscles. This guy is fucking GORGEOUS! Red marks on his face, neck, and arms show where my cum touched his bare skin, but clearly no lasting harm was done. 

“You fucking oversexed American! You will PAY for that!!” he yells at me. 

The Arab then examines my still steaming horse cock and pendulous bull balls, and surprise covers his handsome features when he realizes that I am still intact. And by the throbbing in the large package I see trapped in his pants, I can tell that my super human strength and stamina are turning him on something fierce. 

“Oh all right, your dick is done – in the pot anyways!” He says, mocking my situation. He orders the cauldron and grill taken away, much to my relief, and a whole new set of torture devices are brought forward. 

The Arab produces a thick but narrow shackle, about two inches long and nearly as thick. He then grasps my still steaming behemoth balls and secures the shackle around their base, trapping the mighty bull balls at the bottom of their scrotum. A large ring is attached to the back of this shackle, and the Arab attaches the end of a thick metal cable to this ring. The cable is nearly a quarter of an inch thick and about a foot long. The other men then bring out a thick metal platform about two and a half feet square in size with chains at each corner connecting to a large central ring. My captor lifts this platform and attaches the other end of the cable to the large ring. Then, the task finished, he drops the platform, letting the heavy, 50-pound metal platform tug at my huge, bound balls. I grunt as the metal platform jerks on my massive, mighty bull balls, pulling them, stretching out my big scrotum with the heavy weight. My great nuts easily stop the platform’s descent, having endured far heavier weights than this, and the platform just hangs from my huge nuts, swaying between my muscular, widespread legs. I know what is to come, yet my massive cock throbs harder still, and thick precum oozes once again from its tip. 

At the Arab’s signal, the other men wheel several carts forward, carts laden with large bricks of iron, each weighing at least 20 pounds. I could make out in the shadows of the room money changing hands between the crowd of men, no doubt taking bets on how much weight my big bull nuts could hold. Man, were THEY going to be in for a surprise! I grunted in eager anticipation, looking forward to the start of this next round of ball busting torture.