War Stories - Original Version by Skipper

WARNING -- Blood, Gore, Guts, Snuff, and Cannibalism!

Since you guys have requested it, I'm posting the original version of Skipper's 'War Stories' story here. I don't actually have the ORIGINAL original version, as the version below was edited by someone named Martin before I ever got to it.

The original story is beyond brutal, but there were large parts of it that I found powerfully erotic, and that I kept and adapted in my version. Enjoy!


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WAR STORIES - by 'Skipper'. Edited by Martin.

A Marine, captured by the Viet Cong, relates…

As I came to I began to recall the week of good times I had shared with my buddy. When the images crystallize into the moment, however, I know I've been captured again! Goddamnit! When will this all end? What about my big bear of a man, Buddy? How I love fuckin' that big piss hole in his horse-cock! Yeah, he loves it too! Where is he? Where am I?

The dawn light is shining through the cracks in the reed. I know I am in the hands of the enemy again. I am on my knees, my arms are bound to a stake behind my back and my ankles are bound tightly together on the dirt floor beneath me. Struggling only to cut my flesh and tightening the bonds. As the light increases I am able to peer around the room. I am alone. I am also naked. The Gooks have stripped me except for my dog tags. I shiver as sweat runs down my sides from my stinkin' armpits.

Here they are, three of them, all heavily armed. I even recognize my own rifle — those assholes! The big one yanks the stake out of the ground and orders me to get up, which I do, of course. He is too big for a Gook — must be a Soviet advisor, shirtless and hairy. Gooks aren't hairy. Gooks aren't big! A bayonet point sticks me in the ribs. "Get going!" his voice orders from behind me. I obey and follow the two others out into the open.

My God! There he is! Strung up spread-eagled, crucified to a timber cross! Thick, rusty iron spikes are driven through his meaty hands. His huge muscles bulge in strain against the weight of his massive frame. His thick, strong legs are spread wide apart and wooden stakes are driven through them, anchoring his feet to the ground. But at least he is still alive. Our eyes meet and memories of all of that delicious companionship we have shared course through my veins. Oh, Christ, how I wish I could free him from that torture. But to no avail— the sharp pointed bayonet again prods me onward.

They lead me towards him, thank God. They force me down to the ground and make me stretch out between his bleeding wide-spread legs. They pound stakes into the ground and tie me to them, my arms and legs stretched painfully outward and apart. Oh, fuck! I know we are in trouble now!

We have managed our escape once before — but now? I look into the bear's eyes. He looks back haltingly. I'm not sure if he doesn't want them to see us, or if he doesn't want me to see him in his crucifixion. But our eyes lock for a moment and I feel all kinds of things pass between us.

I can tell he is in pain, but a sort of proudness, strength and masculine defiance permeates his glare. I'm about to speak to him, despite our situation, when that big Soviet Commie breaks the silence first.

"You tell us, now!" and a slap across my buddy's face sends drops of his sweat raining down over me.

"Ain't got nothin' to say!" he states.

"Who are you?" Smack — another slap. More sweat. Silence prevails. I am kicked in the ribs a couple of times but my Marines bear doesn't talk. The Commie asshole tries again and again without success. Eventually he nods a signal to the Gooks. Oh, shit! I know they are mean. I see what they've done to O'Roark! 'No,' I think, 'not to my bear!’

Two Gooks come forward, armed with fistfuls of crudely sharpened bamboo spikes. They seem to have glee in their eyes as they approach. One of them positions himself behind my big bear, the other straddles me, facing their crucified victim.

Ignoring me completely, they begin their work. The one behind reaches around his victim's wide girth and grasps the meat of one of his pectorals tightly, causing the masculine protruding nipple to expand for the other one's thrust of a bamboo spike. As if I can hear the flesh give and tear, I shudder as the spike pierces the bear's drooping nipples, first one, then the other. He grimaces, but does not scream out.

"Now!" orders the Commie. But not a word is uttered. Again his chest is pierced, this time much deeper, through his thick slabs of muscle. Blood flows down across his heaving abdomen, trickles down to his crotch. But not a word!

"Where is your Unit?" the Commie demands.

Silence. Slap! Slap! Pierce! Pierce! Two more spikes through his breasts! I can see his agony but I am intentionally helpless. Drops of my buddy's blood splatter down over my belly.

The Commie is getting pissed, I can tell. But those murderous Gooks are gettin' off. With a nod from the big Commie one of them grabs the bear's big belly and pulls out a fistful of flesh while the other yellow son-of-a-bitch rams a spike clean through it, making his belly button a toy for torture. There are four more spikes stickin' through his belly button before that Commie pig gets to me.

"You want him to die?" he asks. I remain unresponsive as per training. But no, I don't want him to die. Pissed as hell, that Commie bastard pulls out his revolver and points it down at me. He can't tell, I figure, that I don't want my buddy-bear to die. Again he nods to the Gooks. This time they grab his fuckin' nuts and our man screams aloud as a bamboo spike sinks through each one of ‘em.

'Oh, shit, no!' I think as I recall the stories of their treasures. But our man doesn't talk! Instead he withstands the onslaught against his manhood as another, then another, and another sharp stick pass through his swollen, trembling, bleeding balls.

Blood mixed with semen dribbles down on me, but I am helpless. I try to communicate using my eyes, but his stare is fixed upon his pierced nuts dangling between us. To my disbelief I see his big cock growing stiff. It puffs up and throbs, first a few times, before it gets as hard as I'd ever seen it in the last two weeks.

Now the Commie takes over. He puts his revolver back into its holster and grabs the big drooling dick with both hands. Looking face to face to his victim, only inches apart, he says, "Do you want to keep this?”

Our man tools away in defiance which really gets the Commie mad. He orders the Gooks to bring him a rifle and bayonet, which is produced within moments. Standing back he orders them to untie me from my staked out position and raise me upright. They push me against my big buddy, face to face. They then tie me tightly to him with my arms bound to his outstretched limbs and the same with my legs and feet.

Our chests and shoulders are pressed together. I can feel the hard spikes that pierce his swollen nipples pushing against my chest. Because I'm shorter than him, his chin rubs upon my forehead where his unshaven whiskers scratch at my skin.

He whispers into my ear, "Don't talk. Keep 'em guessing. They think we are part of an entire unit and they want that information. If they knew it was just us two, they'd kill us right off. Since we haven't checked in with headquarters we might have a chance — if they find us in time.”

"We don't have much time," I whisper back. But that's all I can say before the big Commie asshole reaches between our bellies and grabs each of our cocks. He seems to take pleasure in fondling them despite the blood and cum that ooze out of the bear's huge dick.

"Now, American pigs! We've watched you fuck each other. Now you can do it for us!" And he pokes my cock-head into my buddy's slimy piss-hole — just as we have done all week long.
My buddy moans softly as my hips are pushed against him. It doesn't take long for my entire cock-shaft to disappear inside his. Our bellies rub together and the spikes in his navel press against me. To our dismay, the Commie takes a sharp bamboo stick and slowly, very, very slowly drives it up through the bottom of our cocks midway between us, and our dicks are pinned together! "Oh, shit!" I groan.

"Fuck...!" cries the bear. It hurts like all hell. The slightest motion tugs at that spike, sending fiery pain through our cocks. I can then appreciate the torment my buddy suffers with four spikes through each teat, four more in his belly button and those through his balls…

The Commie has his dick, hard and drooling, out of his pants. "You American pigs like to fuck each other. We know. We watched you at night! We watch you stick your dicks one inside the other's. Well, now you will do it my way!" says the Commie as he moves to stand behind me. He takes the bayonet off his rifle and holds the sharp edge to my throat. Then he begins to poke his hard cock at my ass.

I resist the prodding cock, but as I do he presses the blade harder against my throat until I have no choice but to yield my ass muscles to his cock-head. No spit or nothin'! It begins to slide up my ass. His movement pushes my front side harder into my buddy's and the sharp bamboo spikes that pierce him. Pretty soon he has his big dick buried all the way into my butt and he starts fuckin' me hard. As his thrusts push me harder against my big buddy, it causes him to moan in pain. Our sweat mingles with his blood and smears our torsos.

The fuckin' Commie fucks hard and it doesn't take him long to shoot his load into my ass. I feel a hot stream of cum run down my leg when he pulls it out. Then the bastard goes around behind my buddy and does the same damn thing to him, but a lot harder. The forceful thrusts pound our front sides together relentlessly, generating deep painful groans from Buddy-Bear.

It takes that asshole bastard a lot longer to come this time, but I can tell by his grunts among the verbal abuse he spews upon us that he is poppin' his nuts an' shootin' a load into Buddy's ass. When he is satisfied he stands back and orders his Gooks to get another bayonet and to fetch some long, thick poles that are leaning against one of the huts. I don't know where this ordeal is going to lead, but every delay means more time for us.

"Hold on, there," my buddy whispers, "if we can keep him occupied like this we'll have more time.”

"Yeah," I answer, "but we don't know how crazy the bastard is. Are you o.k.?”

"Yeah, for now I am. Jesus, it hurts like hell, though.”

The Gooks come with two big posts and, following the Commie's directions, prop them up so that their blunt, thick ends poke at our slimy butts, while the other ends dig snugly into the soil. They are propped at quite an angle and are each about six feet long, so that if they were straight up they'd be up our asses to our fuckin' brains!

"We'll start with the big one," says the Commie bastard, indicating Buddy. He steps around behind him and kicks the base of the pole at the ground. The force sends the other end of the post into Buddy's cum filled asshole a few inches and thrusts our bellies together hard. Buddy nearly screams, but somehow manages to hold it back. "Now you," he says to me as he steps behind me and gives the post a hard kick with his boots. Holy shit! My asshole is forced open as that damn post sinks in. He goes from one of us to the other, back and forth, kicking those posts deeper up our butts and causing them to get more upright with each kick.

Those fuckin' posts are at least six inches thick and I have about a foot and a half of timber up my ass, pushin' at my cum soaked guts.

"You two talk. Now!" he orders, "Or else these logs will make you talk!" But we remain silent. Infuriated, he gives Buddy's post a violent kick and another six inches lurch deeper into his big body. Then another!

My God! I can feel the blunt end pushing out his belly, driving it against my own! Now poor Buddy has over two feet of that log up inside his big, hairy, strong body. He moans softly and sort of gives up resisting and he kind of slouches down on the impaling log. I can feel it swell up his belly harder against mine.

I look him in the eyes — they sort of roll back, almost as if in pleasure! Two more hard kicks send the pole bulging up past his pierced belly button, stretching the damn spike-holes wide across his stomach and bulging out his belly darn near up to his rib cage. He looks down between us at his straining, hairy flesh that pokes up toward his pierced chest. The thick post is getting closer to upright and he gasps aloud at the thought of it going deeper.

The Commie bastard comes round to our sides and taps the point of his bayonet at Buddy's bulging stomach. "You ready now! Start talking!”

Buddy turns his face and glares into the bastard's eyes. "Got nothin' to say!”

"Well, then," the big brutish Commie smirks, "maybe if you watch your good soldier boy suffer a little... maybe then, huh?" He orders two Gook slaves to pull my body back away from Buddy's bulging belly. This, of course, causes me to slide down on that pole another good six inches. Holy shit! It's really fillin' me up!

I look down and see my own belly button protruding out over the top of the pole! The two Gooks hold me there while the fuckin' Commie grabs the spike sealing our cocks together and roughly pulls it free, allowing us to pull still further apart at our hips. He then takes Buddy's huge horse-dick into his hands and ties his bayonet to the top of it like it was mounted on a fuckin' rifle. The butt of it is snug against Buddy's groin and the blade of it protrudes out past his dribbling cock-head about two inches. It is strapped on real good 'n tight. The whole weapon —cock-sword, is pointing straight out from Buddy's crotch right at my swollen gut.

Upon the Commie's signal the Gooks stop holding me back and I feel the point of the blade pushing at my belly real hard and real sharp. Then he stands back and gives Buddy's pole another stiff kick. Buddy's entire belly quivers and I see the bulge work its way up under his ribs. God! At the same time the force causes Buddy's big frame to move forward and the blade cuts through my flesh. I feel the cold steel sink into me until his cock-head is pressing at my skin. Shit! It hurts!

"Now! You talk!" But we remain silent. Kick! Again Buddy's whole impaled body shakes as the thick post sinks deeper up into his tortured body. I see his rib-cage swell as if he is taking a deep breath. And at the same time the blade cuts a deeper hole into my guts and I feel Buddy's big throbbin' cock-head pushing into the slit, spreading my skin aside. I feel warm blood running down my crotch - my blood!

"You talk!”

"Unnghh," Buddy moans, blood trickling out of the corners of his trembling lips. "You kill us," he manages to slobber, "'n you'll never find out!”

"American bastard," the Commie growls, "Idiot! You are a big man. Big enough to survive this if we stop now. Meanwhile, you are killing your friend with your own cock!" He reaches between our balls and slips his hand up around the twelve inches of exposed cock-sword that bridges between us. He fondles the big weapon, sort of jerking it off slowly even though its huge head is buried in my guts. The motion moves it around in me a little, I can feel it. Then he slips a couple of fingers alongside Buddy's cock-shaft where it is entering my belly and I feel them slide in alongside, fingering my hot guts.

"You see?" he says, grabbing Buddy's dog chain, tugging it to force him to look down. "Do you like screwing your friend like this? Do you like it?”

"Aghuunngh," is all that Buddy can say, shaking his head negative.

"Well, then, let's give him some more!" he says as he steps back and kicks again.

Buddy's barrel chest seems to expand some more and his cock-sword cuts a few more inches into me. Blood runs out of Buddy's mouth and down over his expanded chest and belly. I nearly pass out, but fear keeps me alert.

Here we are; my buddy crucified and with bamboo sticks through both sides of his chest, through his belly button and his big balls, and over four feet of that thick wooden post up his ass, pushing his guts aside as it goes into his chest cavity. And the bayonet strapped to his huge cock buried into my guts nearly half of its foot-and-a-half length.

The next move is another hard kick at the post up my ass. Shit! I feel the massive post pushing up, making my belly swell out halfway between my navel and ribs, and I feel the cock-sword cut deeper into the middle of my guts until a sort of 'thud' stops it. The blade must have struck that damn post! Buddy just moans, but I gasp aloud at the shock of it.

But we both still refuse to talk and the Commie is getting mad again. I guess he knows that the blade hit bottom on the post and it won't go deeper, so he has the Gooks untie me and lifts me off the post. It feels like my guts will fall outta my asshole if I have been spread so wide! As they pull me back the cock-sword emerges from my belly, all bloody and dripping. I look down and see the round, gaping red hole in me, with pink rolls of intestines oozin' around inside as I pant in pain.

While the Gooks tie my arms behind my back and then hold me up, standing, the big Commie squats behind me. I'll be damned if he doesn't shove his fuckin' arm up my wide open asshole!
That big post has left a lot of room for him, I guess, 'cause it slips in real easy. I feel my tortured guts moving aside as his meaty fist works around in there. But, looking down at myself I watch my belly bulging here 'n there as he punches around inside. The gaping hole in my flesh opens and closes, oozin' a lot as he works.

The son-of-a-bitch orders the Gooks to unstrap the bayonet from Buddy's big horse dick and then they move me forward until his swollen cock sinks into the hole in my belly again. That bastard is jerking Buddy's cock off inside me! My guts are sloshing around from that fist and that dick. My belly bulges and bounces all over the fuckin' place and a few tubes of my guts start oozin' out around Buddy's fat dick as the Commie's fist takes larger and longer strokes up and down Buddy's cock.

I am screaming bloody murder as the Commie's hand comes pokin' out of my belly, all the way out to his wrist, and then back in again, over and over again. Big loops of my guts come out and wrap around Buddy's crotch. As the punching strokes get even longer, the Commie's fist is coming outta me and punchin' at Buddy's bulging belly, pounding at the massive log inside of him. My guts are starting to droop down to my thighs!

Buddy hollers aloud "Oh Shit! I'm cummin'!" and he shudders all over as he shoots his fuckin' load deep into my half-empty belly, all over the thrusting arm of the Commie. I can see big streams of thick white cum pourin' out of my open guts along with the hot, red blood. Buddy keeps hollerin' and shaking as he dumps more and more of his hot load into me.

Then the Commie reaches in from the front with his other arm, clear up to his fuckin' biceps, groping at Buddy's spurting cock with both hands. All over inside of me I have arms, fists and cock! Poundin' and pushin’.

The waves of pain have crested a long time ago. Now all I feel is the motion and sloshing — between fullness and emptiness. Buddy's body is still jerking all over, with that pole filling him up and his horse-dick pourin' out more sperm. The big, fuckin' Commie is goin' steer crazy.

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...Pow! Pow! Ka-pow!... and Commie's head blows open, spillin' brains all over us. Machine gun fire silences the screams of the Gooks as they get shot to pieces. Then the smoke clears and silence prevails.

It's two of our colleagues who have fired the shots, and they are approaching us. But when they see us, the sight of us is obviously too much for them, and they just stand there, frozen to the ground. We both watch them without saying anything, but our eyes are begging them to help us. They are still hesitating, but I can sense that at least the younger one of the two is not only horrified by the sight, but fascinated also.

Buddy and I sort of come to our senses, as much as we could, anyway, and we realize that everybody on both sides, except us, is dead. Buddy moans and groans for a few moments, then looks down at me. Eye to eye we are. Without a word, I know he's gonna get us out of this.

Growling like the bear he is, straining every big muscle he has, he tugs and yanks until he pulls his arms off the steel spikes that hold them to the cross. With hands free, he pulls his legs, one at a time, off the stakes that hold them to the ground. This causes his heavy body weight to sink him down even more on the pole that impales his guts and I see the end of it bulging up between his collar bones at his neck. A flood of blood oozes out between his clenched teeth and it splashes out over his expanded chest.

Nonetheless, he manages to reach down, still growling constantly, and holds me close to him with his big cock buried all the way into my gaping belly slit, keeping me from falling.

The two Marines come closer now, still not sure if they have the guts to help us, and get themselves all bloody. But at the same time they are rubbing their hard-ons!

Somehow we get laying on ground — that six foot post up to his neck still, and my guts drooping across both our belies. He starts stuffing my guts back in me through the slit and then asks me to pull the post outta his ass. It's hard work, but after a while and with his help I get all of it out of him. He is so open that a few loops of ass hang out.

"Listen here," he moans, "we're both gonna die." He picks up the bayonet lying beside us and says, "I want you to stick me in the belly and fuck me like that Commie fucked you. You hear!"
I nod in disbelief. But he is right, of course. Why not?

"An' listen," he says, "I'll be fuckin' you the same, too, at the same time." And, turning to the two soldiers, "And if you guys want to help, don't just stand there, get over here!”

The older one talks to his younger colleague, and it seems they agree we can't be saved and we'll probably die soon, so why not grant them —us— that last request. They quickly strip, and I see that they're both rock hard, their cocks drooling already. They both kneel beside us, stroking their cocks, still not sure what's expected of them.

Buddy puts the bayonet in my grip and guides it towards his big, hairy belly, centering it a few inches above his spiked navel. I push it forward a little, indenting his flesh, but not piercing it. But his grip on my wrist forces it at him, and at the same time he lunges forward upon it and the blade sinks all the way to the hilt. His hot blood washes over my hands. He groans deeply and twists his big torso, causing the sharp blade to stick up towards his ribs. Suddenly he pulls back, exposing the whole blade again.

Committed now, he says "Put your fuckin' arm up my ass!" I do, and it is wide open from that post. It easily sinks in up to my elbow, then deeper as he squirms upon it. He rolls onto his back and lifts me up onto his cock so I sit on it. He reaches into the big hole in my belly. My stomach bulges out around his thick arm as it reaches in. He grabs onto his dick inside my guts and pulls it out so that the head sticks out of me alongside his forearm.

Then he sits upright and aims the fat cock-head into the hole I just cut in his belly and bends over forward so his own cock is going up through my ass, through my guts, out my belly and sticking in his belly hole and fuckin' his gut.

He prods me to reach in — into his guts, and jerk him off. And he reaches into mine and pulls on his balls from below. Then he puts my cock into him, alongside his, reaches up his own ass and out his belly hole and jerks us both off too.

So here we are — his horse dick and balls up my asshole, through my guts, stickin' outta my belly and into his own belly while my drippin' dick is also pushing into his guts alongside his horse dick. And his own big fist and meaty arm is crammed up his ass and outta his slit-open belly. Our guts mingle in wet, hot loops around our arms and cocks. We writhe, twist and lunge — swimming inside each other in total abandon. We are cummin' continuously, wave after wave. Buddy grabs my head and rams my face into his belly. The bayonet-slit belly-fuck-hole stretches over my head until I am inside him. I gasp as his cock blasts my face with a new load of cum. I feel his hot, steaming guts swirling around me. I jack myself off in there too.

Only now do I realize there are far more hands touching me than Buddy's. The two soldiers have gotten over their inhibitions and they are all over us, scooping up handfuls of blood and slurping it and feeding it to each other. They have draped a length of intestines —ours— around their necks. The younger one has moved behind me and now he's starting to fuck my ripped open hole. The older soldier is straddling Buddy, stuffing his mouth with his dick and his balls. They both come with a roar.

With his mouth still full of cum, Buddy warns me we can't last much longer. We lay face to face, and Buddy tells the two soldiers to fuck us one last time. Each one gets behind us, this time the older guy shoves his cock into my ass, or what's left of it. It's big and I can feel the tip sticking out the belly wound and into Buddy's ripped open gut. I want to find the younger soldier's cock inside Buddy's guts, and with some groping around I have it and I pull it further out. The guys begin fucking us, and their cock heads are rubbing against each other each time they shove 'em in deeper simultaneously.

Buddy is holding me tightly with both arms, like I am holding him, but now he grabs the guy who is fucking me by his wrist and tells him to tear open my belly with both his hands, and then he motions the younger guy who is fucking him to do the same to him. They hesitate, but then I can feel the man fucking me sticking his fingers inside my belly wound, around the edge, and he is holding it open wide.

I want to know if the younger guy is doing the same to Buddy, so I feel, and my hand disappears into a warm, bloody mess, as he is holding Buddy's gut wide open.

The fucking motions from both guys get even harder now, so my hand is being pushed inside, and I push it deep inside, up Buddy's chest. A maddening pain tells me Buddy is doing the same to me.

He is ripping my belly open further still, all the way up to my chest, sinking his muscular arm further in, way past the elbow, pushing through all the organs. I know I can do the same to him now, so I go all the way, ripping him open until, finally, I can feel his heart. I wrap my fingers around it and I can feel the beating of his heart.

He must be inside me just like that — I don't really know. Things are getting kinda blurry now. I can feel his heartbeat getting a bit erratic. Blood is flowing from the corners of his mouth. I think my internal organs are falling out. There is no more pain — just a very bright light and I am overcome by an all-enveloping sense of happiness. Buddy is smiling at me, he is having the same sensations.

The two solders are ripping us to shreds, ramming their fists into every bloody orifice they can find, roaring like wild animals. The older one pushes the younger one's head in Buddy's open abdominal cavity and he fucks the boy like mad. The boy's face comes out, his mouth full of innards he's been eating out. The older guy kisses him passionately, and then the older one pushes his face into the hole in my body, all the way up to my heart, as he gets fucked by his younger friend.

It's funny that I should see this as if I'm ten feet up in the air. It gets even weirder when I see Buddy floating in the air next to me. And the strangest thing is that both our bodies are without so much as a scratch, yet we're watching these two animals tearing our bodies to shreds, and guts and blood are flying all over the place.

We can hear them shouting and roaring, and gobs of cum are splattering all over the bloody mess. Oddly enough, the sound is getting weaker every time we watch them shoot a load whilst ripping more pieces out of our bodies, and our vision is getting blurred.

There's just this bright light now, and what looks like a tunnel that we seem to be sucked in to, together, holding each other tightly. Wonder what's at the other end, but I'll tell you when we get there!

How's that for a happy ending?

Now that's quite a story! Maybe you want to tell Skipper what you think of it. Just thank him for sharing it here?

The ending was a bit different, I changed that so it makes more sense. I mean they were dead in the original. How could they relate a story? They can now.

War Stories - Part 4 (conclusion)

WAR STORIES

Based on an original story by Skipper, later edited by Martin

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A pair of tough and hunky young Marines are captured and brutally tortured by guerrillas…

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PART FOUR

One of the goons handed the Russian a large iron spike, identical to the big rusty pitons already spearing through my stud’s huge hands and feet, while the other handed him an oversized, flat-headed hammer. My eyes grew wide, and I once again began to struggle against my bindings, heedless of how my motions made the long wooden pole stir my insides. I was desperate to save my big, beautiful buddy from even more harm! 

The evilly grinning Russian had the two goons wrap all four of their hands around the elongated neck of Kurt’s heavy scrotum and pull it downward, making his massive, heavily-punctured orbs bulge bright red and shiny at the very bottom of their sac. Even as badly mauled as they were, Kurt’s gigantic gonads looked positively beautiful, huge and massive and covered in veins and manly hair, and almost visibly pulsing with raw male power. The two goons stretched out Kurt’s tortured nuts until they were pressed snug against the tree stump. The Russian then pushed the pointy end of the rusty iron spike into the stretched out neck of the stud’s nutsac, right where the bottom of that elongated neck met the tops of his two rotund bollocks. And then, with one mighty swing of his hammer, he punched that spike clear through Kurt’s scrotum, plunging the business end of the spike at least a good 2 or 3 inches into the face of the stump! 

Kurt’s entire body arched backwards in agony, his glorious muscles bulging and flexing in fantastic relief as he choked back another bellow of pain. With his behemoth bollocks effectively attached to the heavy tree stump, he only succeeded in stretching out his screaming nuts even farther, very nearly finishing the work of tearing them off of his beautiful body, but somehow they endured. Perversely, his rampant and raging hard on gave a powerful lurch, and a huge squirt of milky precum shot out and slapped against my big chest, liberally coating both of my wide meaty pecs in his hot and manly spew. 

“Okay, you fucking bull!” the angry Commie spat out at Kurt. “I will WRECK these massive bollocks of yours if you do not tell me what I want to know! I will take your proud American manhood from you, piece by piece, until you talk! Now ANSWER ME!!!” 

“Go fuck yourself, you Commie bastard!” my handsome he-man grunted in response, defiance flaring in his gorgeous dark blue eyes. 

The Russian snarled as he raised the large mallet up high and brought it down with devastating force, directly onto Kurt’s pinned left bull nut. It was the kind of blow that would have shattered bones and pulverized rocks, and I was terrified that the angry Soviet bear might have obliterated the left half of Kurt’s epic manhood with one terrible strike! Indeed, the stud’s left orb was instantly crushed more than halfway flat by the blow, bulging obscenely around the head of the hammer and ripping a fresh bellow of agony from Kurt’s powerful lungs. But as the Russian raised the heavy mallet off of Kurt’s bludgeoned ball, the mighty gonad immediately reinflated to its regular size and shape, looking hardly the worse for wear! ‘Fuck yeah, Kurt!’ I thought with pride. ‘Show this Russian pig just how tough those huge nuts of yours really are!!’ 

The Russian then brought the hammer down full force into Kurt’s bloated right nut with similar effect, the impact pancaking the stud’s humongous bollock and tearing another agonized cry from his bullish throat. 

And then the big Russian began hammering Kurt’s defenseless testicles again, and again, and again and again and again and again! 

What followed was by far the most brutal ball beating I had ever witnessed in my life. Any one of those blows would have instantly and permanently wrecked my own big, tough nuts, but Kurt’s behemoth bollocks just absorbed blow after blow after devastating blow, rebounding to their healthy egg-like shapes after each strike and all but taunting the Russian to hit them even HARDER. Which, of course, he did! The jungle clearing was soon echoing with the thick and beefy smacking sounds of hammer-on-nuts and the throaty, baritone cries of agony from my howling and writhing bull stud. Kurt’s magnificent muscles bulged and flexed as he thrashed wildly against the cross, helpless to protect his delicate and sensitive nuts as they had the life systematically hammered out of them. 

The rain of destruction fell upon Kurt’s beleaguered balls for minute after minute after long, excruciating minute, dozens of blows becoming hundreds, and STILL his mighty man orbs endured! In time, however, they began to get crushed flatter and flatter with each successive blow, their legendary endurance finally starting to wear out, signaling that even Kurt’s almighty testicles weren’t completely indestructible. They were beginning to swell as well under all of the brutal blunt force trauma, and were taking on a disturbing bluish-purple color as the thick and dense tissues became deeply and profoundly bruised. Yet throughout it all, the Marine bull’s herculean horse cock remained hard as a mother fucking ROCK, drooling precum like other men pee and looking for all the world like the hunky stud might actually cum again!! 

But would Kurt have the chance to blow a second — and likely final — manly bull load before his gigantic nuts were smashed to smithereens?!? 

Some of the cruelest blows were when the Russian struck one of Kurt’s bloated nuts from the side, crushing it against the iron spike that was planted clear through the stud’s stretched out scrotum. These blows caused the huge nut to bend and distort into grotesque and unnatural shapes around the rusty spike, burying the iron bar deep within the thick meat of the bulging orb. Other blows struck from a variety of angles in an effort to make sure that every cubic inch of those mammoth man nuts was pounded and pulverized. Still, the most devastating blows of them all rained down from directly overhead, squashing each of Kurt’s gigantic nuts against the unyielding surface of the wide tree stump. It almost looked as if the Russian was trying to hammer Kurt’s massive nuts into a pair of absolutely enormous dark red hamburger patties. 

Over time, the thick and beefy sounds of the hammer blows became steadily wetter and sloppier. The huge bollocks appeared to collapse flatter and flatter with each blow, and though they continued to rebound after each mighty mallet strike, they began to take longer and longer to plump back up to full size. Eventually, the sounds coming from Kurt’s failing bull balls became positively crunchy, as if the Russian was battering two spheres of gristle or cartilage. The big bull’s almighty stud nuts simply HAD to be suffering some major, permanent damage by this point!! It seemed at any moment that Kurt’s goliath nutsac would simply EXPLODE in a shower of gore and broken ball meat, painting the entire surface of the tree stump with the remains of his once-proud procreative organs!! 

Tears were streaming down my face by the time the brutal Russian stopped his violent beating of Kurt’s mammoth balls, some 15 or 20 minutes later, which must have seemed like an absolute ETERNITY to poor Kurt. Miraculously, however, the stud’s goliath nuts were still ALIVE!! Swollen to nearly twice their normal size, completely black and blue with bruises, no longer the rock solid orbs that they had been just a short time ago, and barely even resembling a pair of oversized human testes, but ALIVE nonetheless!! 

Kurt’s monumentally muscular body slumped against the cross during this welcome reprieve in the beating, and his mammoth chest swelled and deflated more majestically with each mighty breath. His entire, glorious form was slick and dripping with sweat. and his handsome head hung forward, the big bull seemingly barely conscious after the beyond-brutal attack on his thoroughly racked and battered manhood. But as bruised and beaten as my studly Marine lover was, I don’t think he’d ever looked more beautiful and manly and powerful. It didn’t hurt that his rampant monster cock looked thicker and harder than I’d ever seen it in my life, the thick veins running up and down that colossal shaft looking like they were about to BURST right out of his skin, and the fist-sized glans so bloated and distended that it was nearly as purple as his profoundly bludgeoned balls! 

The Russian’s huge, hairy chest was also heaving from exertion as the silver-haired bear struggled to regain his own breath. Like me, he seemed temporarily mesmerized by the magnificent sight of this impossibly beefy and ridiculously handsome bull of a man, and his super human powers of resilience and endurance. The massive bulge snaking down his left pant leg showed that he was as consumed by lust as I was. Kurt’s herculean strength and overwhelming masculine beauty were simply breathtaking. 

But even as I watched, the look of lust and worshipful awe on the Russian’s ruggedly handsome face began to twist into something cruel and hateful, as fury once again consumed his cruel and violent heart. With a sharp and violent motion, he threw aside the heavy mallet and drew his pistol — MY pistol — from its holster. 

And pressed the muzzle tight against Kurt’s swollen and battered right nut! 

My blood ran cold at the sight. The business end of that deadly weapon was pressed snug against the side of my bull’s mammoth right ball, the muzzle sinking a good half inch into the now rather  decidedly puffy and soft tissues. The crazy Russian was poised to massacre half of my man’s glorious manhood!! To blow his ball’s brains out!!! NO!!!!!

“You talk NOW, you vile American dog, or I will put a bullet right through your huge gonad! Half of your unborn babies are about to be blown away forever! This is your last chance to save whatever is left of your manhood! Now TALK!!” 

“Go ahead, you Commie bastard!” Kurt spat back, meeting the Russian’s cold stare with an angry glare of his own. “You’re just gonna kill us anyway. So go ahead and SHOOT me in my huge fucking nuts! I can fucking TAKE it! Besides, even without these massive nuts swingin’ between my legs, I’ll STILL be more of a man than you’ll ever be!” If my handsome hunk felt the slightest bit of fear, it didn’t show in his devastatingly gorgeous face. My own heart was fluttering in my chest, and I wanted to beg Kurt to tell the big bear anything he wanted. Anything to spare his beautiful, magnificent, gargantuan balls from destruction! 

The big, hairy-chested Commie stood there in simmering fury, his shoulders dramatically rising and falling with his rapid breathing. He pressed the gun barrel even harder into Kurt’s badly wounded nut, making the huge stud wince, and then leaned in closer until his face was mere inches from Kurt’s own. As he stared my defiant lover in his deep blue eyes, the Russian said, “I was rather HOPING you’d say that…” 

BLAM!!!

The gun’s cracking retort was deafening within the small glade, but the bull’s recoil was even more thunderous. 

GAAAAAHHH!!!

Kurt threw back his head and uttered the most frightful bellow of animal agony I had ever heard, his entire titanic form flexing bigger than ever as the bullet tore through the thick meat of his huge right ball. It took no more than a fraction of a second for the bullet to leave the Russian’s gun and plunge clear through the heart of Kurt’s big ball, exploding out the other side and ricocheting off of the tree trunk into the dark jungle beyond. 

Any other man’s ball would have instantly disintegrated as the large bullet tore through its delicate interior. But Kurt’s huge right ball was so monstrously big, so freakishly dense and tough, even after all of the beatings and stabbings and abuse, that the bullet passed right through the heart of that mammoth orb and left most of the goliath nut whole and intact. 

Intact, but horrifically wounded. 

Where the bullet exited out the far side of Kurt’s mighty whale nut, blood and pinkish gore sprayed out and splattered across the face of the wide tree stump. I could even see a dozen or so slender tendrils hanging out of the exit wound, broken remnants of some of the untold thousands of tiny, spaghetti-like filaments that composed the meat of the stud’s huge nuts, those vital sperm- and hormone-producing tissues that made up the vast bulk of the unbelievably massive sex organ. I began to dry heave at the sight, seeing the innards of my bull lover’s gigantic bollock blasted across the flat wood surface, and if I had had anything in my stomach at that point, I would have vomited all over myself. 

Kurt’s reaction, through, was altogether different. 

As the huge muscle man threw back his handsome head and screamed in unimaginable agony, his titanic horse cock gave a big lurch, and then another, and then another, and then unleashed a violent torrent of his hot and chunky seed. The mighty bull had been on the razor’s edge of his second orgasm, and the violent impact of the bullet tearing through his right nut put him over the top. 

I was bound to my own cross only a few feet in front of my handsome Marine buddy, so I took the brunt of his mammoth bull load. Slug after slug after colossal slug of thick nut juice collided with solid, wet impacts against my bound form, dousing and drenching me with his volcanic spew. Disturbingly, I could see faint streaks of pink mixed with all of that blindingly white creaminess, visible evidence of the horrific damage that Kurt’s right nut had just sustained. 

But the diabolically cruel Russian bear was clearly not satisfied with his first shot. He placed the smoking muzzle of the pistol over another area of the spasming and convulsing bull nut, and pulled the trigger again!! 

BLAM!!!

Kurt’s barrel chest expanded to even more impossibly huge dimensions as he sucked in another lungful of air and uttered a second thunderous howl of abject agony. More gore splattered across the tree stump as his thick nut guts exploded out of his pierced bollock, even as the mighty orb busily purged its manly juices all over my smooth, muscular body. 

I don’t think I’d ever before seen my buddy cum so hard or so huge, and some distant and calm corner of my mind was proud of my big Marine stud for pounding out one last, final, magnificent load, showing that fucking Russian what a goddamned freaking bull STUD he was right to the very last. 

The rest of me was simply consumed by grief and horror as my big hunky bull kept right on hollering and shaking and dumping more and more of his hot load onto my already sperm-drenched skin. 

The big fuckin’ Commie was going crazy, a huge and evil smile almost like a rictus across his rugged face, his eyes alight with an insane sort of murderous lust. He repositioned the pistol and shot ANOTHER bullet straight through my bull’s dying nut!  

BLAM!!!

Kurt’s mammoth muscles were flexing so huge and so hard that I thought he might rip his enormous limbs right out of their sockets! And his gigantic, quaking, pulsating horse cock was the biggest and toughest and hardest muscle on the stud’s entire fucking body!! So much cum was pumping out of that big beauty that it almost seemed as if Kurt’s huge, bloated, swollen bollocks were actually hollow inside and filled near to bursting with nothing but sperm! And STILL his monstrous orgasm raged onward! 

So mesmerized was I by the sight before me — the steady obliteration of my lover’s titanic right teste even as he pumped out perhaps the greatest cum load of his life — that I didn’t notice at first what was happening behind Kurt. In fact, it wasn’t until I noticed the large bulge steadily working its way down the bull’s muscular abdominal wall that I realized what was happening. Kurt’s outrageously powerful core muscles were flexing and tightening with so much force that they were actually pushing the long pole right out of his guts! It looked like his mammoth ass muscles were shitting out the huge log, pushing out inch after inch of the invading wooden pole! The process was hindered by the fact that the other end of the 6-foot-long post was digging into the firm soil behind my huge muscle bull, plowing a deeper and deeper furrow into the ground. But my mighty bull would not be denied, and with a wet slurping sound, the last few inches of the post were forced out of Kurt’s big butt, and the big log fell to the forest floor with a solid thump. 

At the same time, bellowing like the mighty muscle bull that he was, Kurt was straining every gigantic muscle in his glorious body, pulling at the big iron spikes that impaled his hands and feet to the cross. And incredibly, those spikes started to move! My god, was Kurt actually going to break free of his bindings!?! And would it be in time to save even some shred of his magnificent manhood!?! 

The Russian and his goons seemed to be oblivious to Kurt’s efforts, the two local soldiers simply watching with undisguised cruelty and glee as the crazed Russian continued to butcher my lover’s spasming right ball. 

Three more gunshots rang out in quick succession. 

BLAM!!!

BLAM!!!

BLAM!!!

Even MORE nut guts sprayed out across the gore-splattered stump! Kurt’s gigantic bollock was starting to look deflated at this point, steadily losing its healthy oblong spherical shape as more and more of its thick, dense meat was torn apart and explosively ripped out of its pulsating heart. I was sobbing uncontrollably at this point, wishing desperately that I could look away from the inhuman carnage but unable to even close my eyes. 

The Russian’s crazed smile made his face take on an almost skull-like appearance as he moved the business end of the pistol to Kurt’s as-yet untouched left ball, and prepared to destroy the other half of my big bull’s bulging nutsac! Kurt’s status as the greatest bull stud in the world was about to be obliterated forever! 

HEHRRUUUUUUUUGH!!!!

With a mighty bellow, Kurt’s big right hand suddenly came free, pulling the big iron spike right out of the wood behind it. The huge muscle bull swung his mighty limb in a devastating back hand, and impaled more than 6 inches of bloodied spike into the side of one of the goon’s skulls, killing him instantly. Before the two remaining torturers could do more than stumble a couple of steps backwards in surprise, Kurt reached across and ripped the other spike out of his left hand, freeing his other limb. 

The second goon was reaching for his own sidearm as Kurt launched the freed spike with all of the tremendous power of his enormous right arm, launching the spike like an arrow. The iron spike struck the goon in the center of his neck with such force that it was buried all the way to the root, and a good 3 or 4 inches of gore-dripping spike protruded out the other side! The brutish soldier immediately dropped like a sack of potatoes, dead long before he even hit the ground. 

As Kurt desperately worked to free his impaled feet from the cross, the silver-haired Russian recovered from his initial surprise and started firing at the bound titan. 

BLAM!!!

BLAM!!!

BLAM!!!

Three fresh bullet holes appeared in my lover’s gigantic body, blood spraying from his massive left shoulder, muscular right flank, and humongous left thigh as three more shots found their mark. But my enraged bull seemed to not even notice the gunshot wounds as he freed both of his legs from the cross, and then turned to the final spike impaling his behemoth bollocks to the heavy tree stump. He grasped the huge spike with both hands, and with a mighty roar, tugged the spike free in one mighty pull, allowing his massive balls to once again sling shoot back to his groin. 

Freed from his bindings, Kurt was a terrifying sight indeed. His dark blue eyes were filled with fury and a need for vengeance, and they were fixed with deadly intent on the big Russian bear. The Commie bastard was clearly scared shitless, and the coward raised the pistol one last time, taking aim at Kurt’s handsome head from barely a dozen feet away. I knew this was the end of my valiant Marine lover, and I steeled myself for the clap of thunder that would spell his doom. 

CLICK! 

Holy fuck!! The chamber was empty!! The vile Russian bastard had already fired all of the bullets in the clip, and now found himself defenseless against my massive and VERY angry bull!! Hope and fury suddenly filled my own swelling heart, and I bellowed my own cry of vengeance along with that of my handsome bull as he charged across the small clearing and collided with the quivering Russian, bowling him over like he’d been hit by a freight train. 

The two muscular men fell to the forest floor and started wrestling with one another. But it was no contest. Despite the horrible beating he had already suffered, and the blood oozing from NINE bullet holes in his enormous body, Kurt was far larger, far heavier, and far FAR stronger than the big Russian bear, and he soon had the Commie completely overpowered. 

Kurt lurched to his feet, grabbed the Russian by his thick neck with one huge hand, and hauled him almost effortlessly up into the air with just one mammoth arm. The Commie was frantically clawing at Kurt’s tight grip and kicking the huge bull as hard as he could in his chest and belly, but the massive muscle man ignored every punch and kick. Snarling, Kurt used his free hand to tear open the front of the Russian’s fatigue pants, exposing his still rock hard cock and big, heavy, lemon-sized balls. 

The huge Russian started begging for mercy, babbling in a mixture of both English and Russian as he realized that the furious muscle bull wasn’t going to show him an ounce of pity. And why should he! The Russian was certainly showing him no mercy as he filled Kurt’s right testicle full of lead, and had been about to do the same to his left! Both Kurt and I wanted this man’s blood, and we were gonna get it. 

Kurt spun around and hurled the half-naked Commie belly down onto the stump, holding the frantically squirming man down with his huge right hand. The Russian’s huge genitals were lying there exposed and vulnerable, pressed up against the face of the rough tree stump. The Commie’s huge 12-inch cock pointed straight down, and his two massive balls hung heavily to either side of the thick and veiny shaft. Kurt still carried an iron spike in his left hand, the one that had until recently been speared through his huge, bleeding scrotum. With a snarl of fury, Kurt took that spike and drove it right through the Russian’s dangling right orb, impaling it to the side of the trunk. The Russian uttered a keening scream of agony as his big nut simply exploded, ruptured by the huge spike drive straight through its heart. 

As the Russian continued to writhe and scream, Kurt calmly pulled out the spike that was still riven through his big right hand. He then wordlessly drove it through the Commie’s remaining bollock with with violent thrust, annihilating the Soviet bastard’s last intact testicle, neutering him in an instant. 

Big Kurt wasn’t done yet, though! While the Russian continued to keen in terror and agony, the big muscle bull reached down between the Commie’s big legs, wrapped his big, strong fingers around the root of the vile pig’s massive cock shaft, and with one almighty pull, ripped that fucking organ right off of the bastard’s body!! 

The Russian’s shriek at this point were devastating and pitiful, but there was neither an ounce of pity in either my or Kurt’s hearts. My big Marine bull came around to the front of the continuously screaming Russian, and then plugged his ragged throat with his still rock hard, severed cock, nearly silencing him. The massive phallus was steadily choking the panicking Soviet bastard, and Kurt let him writhe and buck for several long moments more. Then he wrapped his absolutely gargantuan right arm around the Russian’s thick neck, flexed his mammoth muscles a couple of times, and then with one swift and violent jerk, snapped the man’s neck. The Russian bear’s big, muscular body quivered a couple of times, and then finally fell still. 

My panting Marine bull turned toward me at that point, and all of the fury instantly drained out of those soulful, deep-set blue eyes of his, replaced instantly by love and concern. He rushed to my side, and with infinite tenderness, began extracting the huge wooden pole from my ass. When the end of the post finally pulled free, I would have sworn that my guts were about to fall out of my asshole, I had been stretched so wide! But despite the crippling agony in my bowels, it looked like I was going to live after all. 

I was so weak by that point that I could offer Kurt no assistance at all as he untied me from my wooden cross, keeping me from falling with his big strong arms before gently lowering me to the ground. His concern-filled eyes searched mine, as we were both amazed to still be alive. He then lunged forward and gave me one of the deepest, most passionate kisses we had ever shared, and my whole body suddenly relaxed against his monumentally larger form, knowing that I was once again safe in my lover’s arms. 

After an infinite moment of tenderness, Kurt apologized as he snapped to attention and started hurriedly gathering whatever supplies were at hand. He retrieved my pistol from the jungle floor, loaded a new clip, and then pressed it into my weak but capable hands, wordlessly asking me to guard our position while he scoured the clearing. The big, naked bull made short work of the site, stripping the three dead men of any useful possessions, and filling a backpack full of supplies, which he immediately strapped to his back. None of the men were remotely large enough to supply Kurt with clothing or boots, but he scavenged enough for me that I could get dressed later. 

But we had no idea how long we’d have before other guerrillas from the camp would come to investigate, so we knew we had to make out getaway as fast as possible. So with blood still leaking from more than half a dozen bullet wounds in his stark naked body, Kurt reached down and gently lifted my naked and trembling form into his supremely powerful arms, and started to run off into the trackless jungle… 

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Kurt ran tirelessly for hours with a seemingly endless stamina, carrying my in his massive arms while I faded in and out of consciousness. How Kurt managed that — with his right nut riddled with bullet holes, three more bullets lodged inside his gigantic muscles, and sharp bamboo spikes still protruding through his huge and ponderous pecs and his muscular, washboard stomach — I’ll never know. But he did, putting as much distance as he could between us and the enemy guerrilla encampment. 

When he had judged that we’d traveled far enough for a rest, he gently laid me down on a bed of soft leaves and we took stock of our situation. By this point, I had regained some measure of my strength, and I spent the next hour or so tending to Kurt’s many injuries and wounds. Fortunately, there was a large bottle of alcohol in the backpack — vodka, of course — which I used to clean and tend Kurt’s wounds. I started with his pierced hands and feet, wrapping them in strips of cloth torn from an extra t-shirt. While I did that, Kurt pulled the nearly three dozen bamboo spikes out of his chest, nipples, and belly, merely grunting as each barb was yanked free. The wounds bled freely once again, but not very much, and I cleaned those wounds after I finished with his hands and feet. 

I next turned to the three bullet wounds Kurt had taken as he was wrenching himself free of the wooden cross. I cleaned a small blade in more of the vodka and started gently digging into his wounds, starting with his massive left shoulder. Amazingly, the first bullet had penetrated only about an inch into all of that extraordinarily dense, tough muscle and was therefore relatively easy to dig out! Ditto for the one in my stud’s gargantuan left thigh! I explored for the bullet in his right flank next, and was astounded when it, too, proved to be a shallow wound. The bullet was lodged in Kurt’s fantastically tough abdominal muscles, and had done absolutely no internal damage! I had always known that my handsome Marine bull was one tough sonofabitch, but I had no idea that his muscles could actually stop BULLETS!! Fuck, in other circumstances, that knowledge would have given me an instant boner, but I was too worried about my big muscle bull to be horny at that moment. 

Lastly, and very reluctantly, I turned my attention to Kurt’s twin titanic testes. I actually wasn’t too concerned about the stud’s mammoth left nut. I know that may sound surprising, since his huge left goolie had sustained a brutal barrage of attacks that would have destroyed any other man’s balls hundreds of times over, but Kurt was one hell of a freakishly tough bull stud, his balls included. So despite the unbelievably brutal beating it had taken, that massive orb looked like it would heal just fine. In fact, the horrific swelling and bruising that giant nut had sustained had already dramatically reduced in the hours since we’d fled the guerrilla encampment, so the behemoth bollock was already on its way to recovery. As long as the many puncture wounds through that huge ball from all of those bamboo spikes didn’t result in an infection, I was confident that Kurt’s goliath left gonad would pull through pretty much unscathed. 

I could therefore at least take solace in the fact that, even if he was left with just one big, bloated bollock at the end of the day, he’d still be more of a man than any other ten men combined. 

It was Kurt’s RIGHT nut that caused me so much worry. Just as brutally beaten and skewered as its twin, the stud’s huge right bollock had also suffered SIX devastating gunshot wounds at point blank range! Surely NOTHING could survive that! The delicate and densely compact interior plumbing of that colossal bull ball had been torn apart by half a dozen big bullets plowing through its beefy interior. A considerable mass of meaty nut guts had been blown out of the various exit wounds, and though the vast bulk of Kurt’s behemoth, coconut-sized ball remained, its internal structure must have been literally ripped to shreds. Even as I very gently examined the profoundly wounded organ with my fingertips, I could see more of those slender, spaghetti-like tubules hanging limply out of many of the bullet holes, occasionally dripping more gloopy drops of raw sperm. I once again choked back a sob at the devastation that had been wrought on Kurt’s magnificent right ball, and it took all of my courage and will to continue my ministrations on my bull lover’s wrecked bollock. 

Kurt simply closed his eyes and clenched his extraordinarily powerful jaw as my fingers explored the mushy, bullet-riddled nut, grunting through the pain as I at least confirmed that no bullets remained lodged inside the huge orb. All of the gunshot wounds had been through-and-through, which was a small blessing. My stoic bull growled in agony but otherwise remained stock till as I tenderly tucked any tendrils of dangling beef back into the wrecked and ruined organ. I then had Kurt bite down on a strip of leather as I liberally bathed the behemoth testicle in the last of the vodka, doing my best to disinfect the huge nut. Kurt bellowed in agony as the alcohol created a burning inferno inside his wounded ball, vodka trickling into all of the various punctures and bullet holes, and he gripped the trunks of trees to either side of him so hard that I could hear the wood creak and crack, but he endured this final indignity to his right ball just as he had endured all that had come before — with an incredible amount of strength and resilience. 

Afterwards, I gently wrapped the big dangling ball in more strips of cloth, binding the many wounds as best I could and creating a sling to better support the great weight of the huge orb as we waited to see how it would recover. Honestly, I held very little hope that Kurt’s mighty right ball could survive the horrific abuse it had sustained, and even if he didn’t lose the bollock to necrosis or gangrene, I was certain it would never function as the extraordinarily potent and hyper virile testicle it had once been ever again. Still, all I could do was hope. 

We slept that night high up in the branches of a large tree, cradled in each other’s arms and exhausted from the trials and tribulations from that day. But we were alive and we still had each other, and that was all that really mattered. 

The next day, I was able to march on my own, so we broke our camp and headed north once again. I was fully clothed in gear taken from our dead captors, but Kurt remained buck naked with only cloth strips covering his various wounds. His various injuries never slowed that huge muscle bull one bit, though. I knew he must have been in a great deal of pain, but he never complained or said a single word about it. My eyes were continuously drawn to his magnificent form again and again throughout our perilous journey through the jungle, and despite the gravity of our situation, I couldn’t help but throw a raging boner again and again. Kurt was just so overwhelmingly beautiful! 

We trekked through the jungle together for the next four days, only rarely stopping for rest. My strength returned over the course of these few days as my body healed from its ordeal, and my single puncture wound — the one through the middle of my cock shaft — was thankfully healing nicely. Kurt’s wounds also seemed to be doing well, and I thanked the powers that be that he was showing no signs of infection, but I knew that he needed expert medical attention, and I was very eager to get him to the medics back at Headquarters. 

We had to hide from guerrilla patrols at least half a dozen times. Though we were both armed with guns and knives, we had limited ammunition and only the two of us, so we wisely chose to avoid attention and confrontations. Our luck held, and at the end of our fifth day since our initial capture, we made it to our Command HQ. 

Kurt and I must have been quite the sight as we appeared out of the jungle and into camp. I was dirty and haggard, exhausted and spent, dressed in enemy fatigues and probably looking half dead. Kurt, on the other hand, must have looked like some sort of primeval beast from the dark heart of the forest. The gargantuan bull stud was naked and dirty, bruised and scratched, beaten and shot… and was the most magnificent form of pure male power and virility any of the other Marines had ever seen! Kurt was a vision of strength and masculine beauty, and though I knew that he must have been exhausted as well, he looked like he could have kept on marching for weeks. 

Both of us were quickly ushered to the infirmary, where we both finally received the expert medical attention that we required. We were also finally able to be debriefed, and we informed our superiors about the location of the large guerrilla encampment and the involvement of the Russians in the guerrillas’ activities. With our valuable intel handed handed over to the top brass, we could then focus on the task of healing. 

I was kept in the infirmary for a full week. I was suffering from dehydration and malnutrition, but I bounced back quickly and made a full recovery. My only lasting moment was a faint puncture wound scar on the top and bottom of my cock shaft where the bamboo spike had been shoved through it, but my cock otherwise worked just fine and my guts were unharmed as well. 

Kurt spent almost a full month in the infirmary due to his far more serious wounds. The incredibly tough stud was determined by the doctors to actually be in better health than I was, despite his many grievous injuries! My handsome muscle man was deemed to be fit as a damned ox!! The injuries to his hands, feet, chest, belly, shoulder, thigh, and cock were already well on their way to healing by the time we made camp, and there were miraculously no signs of infection or complications with any of those wounds. The bamboo spike wounds all healed without the faintest trace of a scar, and even the bullet wounds and the large punctures through his hands and feet barely left a trace once they were fully healed. Not surprisingly, however, the doctors were very concerned about the damage wrought on Kurt’s mammoth testicles, particularly his right one, and wanted to keep him under close observation. 

In an amazingly short time, though, Kurt’s gargantuan left nut made a full recovery, allowing me a private sigh of relief that my gorgeous lover was still going to remain an intact and fully potent male. And as the days went by, even his mangled right nut showed steady signs of improvement! The doctors had initially wanted to amputate the horribly damaged organ for the first week or more, citing concerns about the Marine bull’s health and the very poor likelihood that the mangled orb would survive, but Kurt steadfastly refused. As time went by, however, the doctors were astounded by the bull’s remarkable recovery, and after the first two weeks, they determined that Kurt’s right bollock was indeed going to survive! Its health continued to improve each day, and the only unknown was whether or not it would still function as a reproductive organ. That final test would have to wait for almost a full month… 

By the time Kurt was discharged from the infirmary a month later, I had never seen him look so healthy and fit. Even his horrifically abused nuts had returned their normal size and shape, just as huge and hard and dense and beautiful as ever. The only visible legacy of the hell they’d been through were the faint scars of the dozen bullet holes in his huge right nut — otherwise, they were absolutely perfect once more! But we were both very eager and anxious to see if Kurt could still ‘perform’ as a male. 

We were given access to an entire barracks building, just the two of us, and given full privacy so that we could conduct our own ‘medical assessment’ of Kurt’s masculine plumbing. My big, handsome bull had rarely gone a day in his adult life without pulling out at least one load, and never gone a full week without jerking off, so to say that his mammoth testicles were congested after an entire MONTH without an orgasm was a gross understatement. Kurt’s behemoth bollocks were positively BLOATED with unspent cum, looking bigger and thicker and fuller and harder than I’d ever seen them. He told me that he was suffering the worst case of ‘blue balls’ imaginable, and judging by the swollen appearance of his mango-sized bull balls, I could believe him! 

Alone for the first time since our harrowing escape from the guerrilla encampment, we set upon each other with a passion greater than we’d ever experienced before, and we were both rock hard in seconds. We hungrily explored each other’s bodies as if we’d never touched before, as if neither of us could believe that we were actually in each other’s arms once more. 

Privately, I was just praying that Kurt would retain at least some fraction of his former legendary virility. I figured that even if his potency was cut in half and only his left bull nut still functioned, he’d still be many orders of magnitude more virile than any other man on the planet. But in the end, I was totally unprepared for the reality. 

When Kurt finally did blow his load some short time later, uttering a primal bellow of ecstasy, release, and love, I was dumbstruck by the sheer epic size, power, and majesty of his herculean cum load. Kurt came like a goddamned fire hose, lashing both of our bodies and half of that big barracks with rope after rope after gargantuan rope of the thickest, whitest, chunkiest bull cum I had ever seen! Even accustomed as I had become to the staggeringly super human size of Kurt’s typical cum loads, nothing could have prepared me for the monumentally MASSIVE purging of stud cum that exploded from my handsome bull’s mighty loins. I swear, Kurt must have shot a fucking GALLON of his supremely potent male juices in that first load alone, drenching both of our big, muscular bodies in his hot male spew. 

There could be no doubt — not only had both of Kurt’s gigantic bollocks made a full recovery, they were more virile than ever before!!! 

During those first 24 hours together, I must have made Kurt cum more than a score of times! It took most of the night for me to relieve the truly insane congestion in my stud’s humongous balls, but eventually I helped purge his loins until his cum loads were back to their ‘merely’ titanic size. Proving my own prime alpha male status, I was able to very nearly keep up with Kurt load-for-load, though by the end of the night, my merely mortal balls were only capable of pumping out a few paltry squirts of very watery jizz. It had to have been the most epic marathon lovemaking session in the history of mankind, and by the end of the night, almost that entire barracks — the beds, the floor, the walls, and even portions of the ceiling — had been doused in prime Marine bull cum. 

The doctors were astounded by Kurt’s miraculous recovery, and though they couldn’t explain how he’d done it, they gave both of us full medical clearance to return to active duty. Due to the severity of what we had both been through, the top brass offered us the option of honorable discharges with full benefits and deep gratitude for our service, but both of us immediately declined. We both asked to return to our previous assignment as scouts behind enemy lines, and our astonished but deeply impressed superiors readily agreed. 

Thus is was that Kurt and I returned to active duty, prowling behind enemy lines together, seeking out guerrilla encampments, gathering invaluable intel, and sucking and fucking each other each and every night. Our exploits became legendary in the annals of Marine lore. 

But then one day, some six or seven months after our return to active duty, we were once again captured by enemy soldiers. The tortures we both suffered at their cruel hands were even more brutal and harrowing than before… but that is a tale for another day!