Thursday, February 26, 2015

Manfred Wanks in the Woods - Part 1 - Original Version

Here's the first chapter in the original version. Poor Manfred is viciously used and abused, and then left chained overnight to a tree. Who knows that fate awaits him tomorrow...?

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Manfred Wanks in the Woods
by paladinblue 

Manfred's family is rich. They owned a big house in a 12-acre birch forest that they also owned. It had been a month since Manfred's parents took off on their private jet on their second honeymoon in Europe, and Manfred is left alone on the estate, with all the freedom an 18- year-old ever dreamed of having. He hasn't worn any clothes for the past month now (except a pair of boots when he goes off on his daily trip into the woods) assured as he was that there wasn't anybody else on his vast estate to catch him strutting around in the nude. 

Not that he would be embarrassed even if he was, At 6 feet tall, Manfred was proud of his young and athletic body, proud of the 180 pounds of pure muscle he had slowly accumulated over his teen years with all the work he put in pumping iron in his weights room at home. 

Ever since his parents left, Manfred has developed a sort of daily ritual. He woke at 10, has a huge breakfast of half a dozen eggs, then works out in his weights room until afternoon, when the fun begins. In the afternoon, glistening with sweat from his workout, his muscles pumped and bulging from his exertions, Manfred puts on his boots as a sole article of clothing and walks out into the woods. There, confident that no one else was looking, Manfred will lean his back on the smooth bark of a birch tree, grab his flaccid dick, stroke it to its full 8 inches and ride on the very edge of orgasm for hours on end. 

He'd only stop when the sky begins to darken and the woods grow cold, when he'd brace himself, violently jerk his dick and shoot his daily load in a massive orgasm. 

Having pumped his prostate for over four hours, Manfred never fails to squirt a huge load: a dozen thick ropes of milky white cum every evening. It helped that he had balls the size of lemons too, with lots of sperm-making tissues to feed his ejaculation. Over the past month, he had marked thirty different trees with his cum, planted his living seed into their roots. Manfred saw it as a way of marking out, like an animal, what he saw (in the absence of his parents) as HIS territory. 

One evening, having built up a particularly massive orgasm for five hours, Manfred was too engrossed by the waves of pleasure emanating from his penis to notice that five men had arrived and surrounded the tree he was reclining against. Manfred's eyes were closed, his mouth was still moaning with pleasure, even as four of the men grabbed each of his limbs and restrained him. Manfred's eyelids flew open with fear. He was too shocked to scream - and even if he did there was no one else about to hear him anyway. He struggled to get free, flexing his powerful arms, chest and legs against the strangers holding him. But his regimen of weightlifting in the morning had taken its toll. Manfred's muscles, big as they were, were exhausted from the exertion of all the bench presses, squats & flys earlier in the day. His pecs and biceps flexed in vain against his captors, who after all weren't particularly scrawny themselves. 

Although all of them were shorter than Manfred, they were of stocky build with thick arms that could resist yielding to Manfred's struggles. 

The fifth man stood alone, grinning. He eyed Manfred's body coyly, relishing the display of musculature the young man was giving in the struggles against the fifth man's compatriots. 

"Tie him up," the fifth man said. 

The two men holding onto Manfred's arms lifted them up to two sturdy low branches of the birch tree Manfred had originally intended to spray with his cum. The two burlier men hugging onto Manfred's thick calves slammed his legs onto the opposite sides of the birch tree's trunk. The fifth man, took out a long roll of duct tape and secured Manfred's wrists and ankles to the birch.

When he was finished, all four men let go, but Manfred continued his struggles against the duct tape. His torso was free, and Manfred seemed to be violently thrusting the air as he tried to release his arms and legs. 

"What do you want!?" Manfred finally found his voice again, and screamed. 

"Stop shouting," said the fifth man, "there is no one here to hear you. Most of what we want, you have already given us. For the past month, we've been filming you, photographing you. Nothing like watching a rich young wanker beat his meat for hours. Although I must say, you're very good at it. Who knew a man could make so much sperm? But with nuts the size of these, I don't expect any less." He laughed as he prodded Manfred's testicles with his finger, bulging with the day's unspent load. 

"You're being filmed and photographed as we speak by the way," the fifth man added. All around him, the other men were fiddling with cameras, taking snaps of Manfred's face and dick and abs. "But all this is a little boring: a fid young lad jerking off. C'mon, let's make this a little more....interesting." 

The fifth man grabbed and tore off a bunch of twigs from the birch trees and taped them together at one end, like a brush. He weighed it meditatively, then suddenly began striking Manfred over his chest, his inner thighs and throbbing penis. Manfred yelped with each strike and begged the man to stop. The birch twigs were leaving red welts of pain all over Manfred's chiseled body. 

Tears began to form at the corners of the young man's eyes. 

"Crying already? That was just the overture!" The fifth man said as he used the twigs tow whip at Manfred's massive bull balls. Manfred screamed, but the man didn't stop. His scrotum was turning an angry red and retreating into his abdomen. 

"my balls, not my balls....please. my balls, my balls," Manfred was whimpering senselessly with tears running down the sides of his boyish face. His powerful and manly frame looked spent as it sagged helplessly from its restraints. 

"Don't worry," the fifth man said as he grabbed hold of Manfred's testicles, "they're still alright. Can't you feel them?" And he squeezed them viciously. 

"NO!!" Manfred hollered, and thrust his body up and down in pain. His abs rippled with the continual agony of his balls. 

The fifth man dug a long thumbnail into Manfred's right testicle, making the young man (barely out of boyhood) scream like a wounded animal. When he let go of the pair of boy-balls, Manfred regained enough of his senses to shout curses at his captors, threatening them with lawsuits. 

The fifth man laughed. "Take any action against us," he said, "and we'll release all the photos and tapes of you jerking it off. Got that? Now shut up while I punish you for your insolence." He stepped back and threw all his weight behind a kick to Manfred's testicles. The steel-toed boot caught Manfred's right nut perfectly and flattened it against the bark of the tree behind it. 

Manfred grew senseless with tears again, as the fifth man drove punch after punch into Manfred's family jewels. Each time he punched, the fifth man ground his knuckles into he tender meat of Manfred's manhood, mashing it until it swelled to twice its normal size. 

"Wow," the fifth man said in mocking awe, "these nuts are big. We could use them to play tennis if we cut them off." 

He held Manfred's right testicle in his hand. Only one ball could fit at a time on his hand now. It felt heavy, and was dark from all the bruising. The young man's balls looked like a pair of plums ripe for plucking. One of the other men brought out and opened a box full of small pins. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, Manfred was too dazed with his present pain to notice it and deduce what it meant for him and his testicles. 

The fifth man picked up a long, sharp pin in his right hand while gently massaging Manfred's right nut in his left hand. He poked at the boy's scrotal skin with the pin, then slowly drove it deep into the heart of Manfred's baby-maker. 

The young man let out high-pitched scream after scream, as though he were having some sort of orgasm. Despite the pain, Manfred's dick began to thicken and rise to its full 8 inches. The fifth man noticed it and began stroking the boy's dick. It quivered with pleasure, and its purple head peeked out from under its foreskin, a head as purple as the bruised balls that hung beneath it. 

"Seems like you enjoy this sort of stuff, pretty boy," the fifth man mocked as he drove another pin into Manfred's right orb. It was a thicker pin this time, a fatter pin. A drop of blood oozed out at its point of entry. He took two smaller pins and pierced both of Manfred's dime-sized nipples, then took a long pin and drove it through the bulging head of Manfred's penis. Manfred screamed in a mix of agony and pleasure, and began thrusting his hips, releasing the pent up load for the day. Twelve long streaks of blood mixed with sperm shot out of his cock and struck the fifth man on the face. The fifth man relished it, gathering off all the virgin cum from his face with the palm of his hand and licking it off. 

"That's all the fun for tonight, wanker. We'll come back tomorrow....if we feel like it," said the fifth man as he left with his compatriots, leaving Manfred still tied to the tree, with a limp cock pierced through the head, pins through his genitals and nipples and sobbing uncontrollably.


Friday, February 20, 2015

Manfred Wanks in the Woods - Part 1 - Jayse Version

I discovered the original version of this two-part series a few years ago, and found it to be extraordinarily hot! So I knew that I HAD to put my own spin on it. I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Manfred Wanks in the Woods - Part 1
Based on an original story by paladinblue

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“Test subject is continuing to show rapid development that is off the charts. All parameters are within the uppermost ranges, and continue to increase.”

“Continue monitoring the subject. I have a new test in mind that will push the limits of our handsome young ward, and see just how successful our Program has become.”

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Manfred's family was extremely wealthy. They owned a big mansion on a 500-acre estate, secluded from their other very exclusive neighbors within a dense oak and birch forest. Manfred was an only child, and his parents' estate had always been his personal playground. He knew every inch of the vast property like the back of his hand. 

Manfred had just graduated from college preparatory school and turned 18 a month prior, just before his parents decided to tour around Europe on their private jet to celebrate their second honeymoon, leaving their son alone and in charge of the house. They were going to be gone for the entire summer, giving their son more freedom than he could have dreamed of. 

A month had now gone by since his parents had left on vacation, and Manfred had very quickly adapted to his new freedom and developed a daily routine. It was a beautiful warm summer out in the country, and so Manfred had chosen to not wear any clothes for the past month (except for a pair of boots for when he went on his daily trip into the woods). The servants were also on holiday for the summer, and the estate was so remote that Manfred could feel assured that there wouldn't be anyone else on the vast estate to catch him strutting around in the nude. 

Not that Manfred would have been the least embarrassed even if he had been caught naked. At 6 feet, 3 inches tall and more than 280 pounds of rock hard beefy muscle, Manfred was understandably proud of his young and extraordinarily athletic body, proud of the huge slabs of pure muscle he had so rapidly accumulated during his teen years. Manfred had been pumping iron since puberty (which hit him young at the tender age of 10), and his body had proven to be extraordinarily eager to pack on the pounds. The handsome young hulk had never touched steroids, as he had never needed to -- his body packed on quality muscle weight naturally. At the age of 18, Manfred already possessed a physique that would be the envy of super heavyweight professional bodybuilders 10 or 15 years his senior…and he was still growing! 

His dedication to fitness and muscle building had led his parents to invest in a state-of-the-art weight room inside the mansion, and that's where Manfred had decided to spend the majority of his summer break before starting college in the fall. The young man had managed to build his extraordinary physique simply by squeezing in sporadic gym time here and there between classes and other scholastic activities, for he had always been first and foremost devoted to his education. Manfred was as extraordinarily intelligent and bright as he was handsome and muscular, and the bookish hunk had been taking college-level courses since he was 13. 

Now that he had a full three-month-long break from school, however, Manfred had set a goal of seeing how much muscle he could pack on before leaving for university in the fall. If he was capable of packing on as much weight as he had through irregular and scattered workouts, then imagine what he could accomplish if he was able to focus on fitness! Already, Manfred knew he was on the right track, as he had already managed to gain 16 pounds of beef in just 30 days! With two more months to go in the summer, he knew he would be well over the 300-pound mark by the time he went off to college. 

Manfred had developed a sort of daily ritual. He woke at 6, had a huge breakfast that included more than a dozen eggs and four large chicken breasts, then worked out in his weight room for about 4 hours. He then took a break for an even more enormous lunch, and then worked out for another 2 or 3 hours until mid afternoon, just pumping his huge muscles to the max. 

That was when the fun would truly begin. 

Manfred was an incredibly randy and horny young man, even for an 18-year-old, but judging from the awesome size of the block and tackle swinging pendulously between his thickly muscular thighs, it was no surprise that the handsome youth would have a libido that was off the charts. 

Since he was 10 years old, it was all Manfred could do to not beat off all day long, and it had only gotten worse as he got older. The vast quantities of sperm churning in his huge bull nuts made him at least half hard virtually all of the time. But the extraordinarily handsome young man had an equally extraordinary amount of self-control, and he had learned in boarding school to resist touching himself for hours at a time, letting his massive load grow and grow within his powerful balls until his mighty gonads positively ached for release. 

Manfred possessed a set of truly massive bull nuts that were no mere showpieces - they were mighty lava factories built for endurance, and they cranked out premium baby batter at a phenomenal rate. 

At school, Manfred was often so horny that he had a difficult time focusing on class, so sometimes he went to the restroom during a break between classes to crank out a load or three and relieve some of the congestion building in his big balls. Frequent masturbation, sometimes more than 10 times a day, was required in order to keep from developing a massive case of blue balls, and to keep his mind on his studies. 

Now that he was on summer break, however, Manfred was extending his training to his mammoth balls, and was trying to see if he could train himself to make it through an entire day without needing to constantly blow a nut. The first two weeks were very difficult, and he was walking bow-legged by the afternoon due to the raging congestion and swelling in his huge nuts, but then he started getting used to it, and actually began to enjoy the deep ache in his beefy bull nuts. He saved up his load all day so that he could follow his marathon workout with a marathon wanking session. 

In the afternoon, glistening with sweat from his massive hours-long workout, his muscles pumped and bulging to their maximum dimensions from his exertions, Manfred would put on his boots and walk out into the woods. There, confident that no one else was looking, Manfred would pick a particularly large and sturdy tree, lean his hugely muscular back against the tree's rough bark, and then grab his huge flaccid dick in one of his big hands. 

Not surprisingly, Manfred's horse cock was as huge and beefy as the rest of his phenomenal physique. The massive uncut cock hung down just over 11 inches when completely soft, making it larger soft than 99.9% of the hard cocks in the world. Even limp, Manfred's cock was as thick as a beer can, the meaty shaft covered with a tracery of thick veins and the massive head covered in a thick, silky cowl of foreskin. 

After a day of purposefully ignoring the huge truncheon swinging between his legs, it wouldn’t take long for Manfred to fist his cock into a rock solid boner. It would take less than a dozen powerful heartbeats to engorge that massive tubesteak to its maximum dimensions, making it swell to an even more gargantuan size, growing thicker and impossibly longer until his proud elephant trunk of a cock would jut skyward. Fully hard, Manfred’s colossal cock was a true monster, measuring just over 16 inches in length and as thick as the business end of a baseball bat. The mighty organ was as solid as warm steel and ramrod straight with just a hint of an upward bend. The mighty muscles and ligaments at the base of the cock were more than strong enough to point that jutting, rutting bazooka of a cock straight up, cranking the tremendous weight of the meaty organ completely vertical when men blessed with a cock of even half that size often struggled to get their cocks above horizontal. 

The achingly handsome young stud possessed what had to be the largest cock in human history, and he took great pleasure from it. 

With his throbbing cock arching skyward, Manfred’s swollen bull balls were fully visible…though even the massive girth and length of his flaccid horse dick could really only partially conceal such a huge pair of beefy gonads. Whatever strange genetic twist of fate that had blessed Manfred with his extraordinary physique and super human cock must have gone into overdrive when it came to his balls, for even on this massively built and hung super stud, his balls were downright monstrous and obscene. 

Manfred’s huge balls hung in a very large and very loose scrotum, allowing the massive man orbs to hang down incredibly far in their sac. On a warm summer day, the young stud’s balls were fully relaxed and loose, hanging almost 5 inches from his crotch, an almost unheard of natural dangle. The cause for such a huge hang, however, was obvious – Manfred’s bull balls were so huge and so heavy that they pulled and weighed down his scrotum like a pair of massive lead weights. The mighty orbs were even heavier than they looked, and it was surprising that the young man's overburdened ball bag was ONLY stretched to 5 inches. It made one wonder -- if Manfred’s balls were hanging this low at the tender young age of 18, then think of how low they might be when he was 30! Or 40!! 

Each goliath gonad was larger than the largest of lemons, actually larger than all but the largest of grapefruits. Manfred's twin fist-sized lumps of man flesh were incredibly dense, absolutely packed with sperm- and testosterone-producing tissues. The dense meat in Manfred's balls produced a truly mind-boggling quantity of stud spunk each day, and also had an awesome storage capacity, which was a good thing or else the young man's horse cock would be dripping thick ropes of cum all day long. The young muscle balls were literally swimming in male hormones, so it was no wonder that the handsome stud was so overwhelmingly muscular and masculine. 

Manfred's monstrous balls were each encased in an unusually tough and fibrous outer wall, providing added protection to an already resilient and tough pair of bull nuts. This incredibly durable shell had already served Manfred well several times in his young life; the other boys in boarding school were jealous of Manfred’s extraordinarily handsome looks, his magnificent physique, and his oversized genitals, and so his huge balls had been the subject of vicious sneak attacks on over a dozen occasions. 

While Manfred's balls were just as sensitive as the next man's -- in fact, due to the extraordinary density and meatiness of the young man's gargantuan nuts, the huge orbs also had an unusually high number of nerve receptors, making them actually more sensitive to pain than the average man's balls -- their thick, protective outer wall had deflected even the most brutal of blows, leaving the tender and delicate inner tissues unscathed. 

Manfred had learned to endure the brutal pain of a ball busting, sometimes even allowing another student to land a powerful blow in his nuts in order to gain the tactical advantage in a fight. Though definitely not violent by nature, Manfred often found himself the target of unprovoked attacks, and the huge and handsome had never lost a fight. Even when he was once jumped by over a dozen students, he walked away from the altercation with nothing more than some residual soreness in his thoroughly busted nuts, while making short work of his assailants. 

The only downside to having such a powerful and tough outer wall protecting his nuts is that Manfred's balls couldn't swell to accommodate the awesome sperm-generating capacity of his powerhouse ball meat. As his mammoth bull nuts would bloat with unshed spunk, the pressure in his balls would gradually increase. This congestion led to frequent and monstrous cases of blue balls, and it used to be common in the boarding school dormitories for Manfred to have three or four powerful and purging nocturnal emissions each night, soaking and resoaking his bed sheets and mattress with mighty loads of his stud sperm. Manfred had to change the sheets on his bed virtually every night, and usually had to replace his mattress once or twice a month. His bunk bed mates also quickly learned that Manfred always got the bottom bunk, as who wanted a gallon of another boy’s spunk dripping down onto his body in the middle of the night?  

Indeed, Manfred's behemoth bull balls were paragons of masculinity, their great size, toughness, and sperm-generating power the stuff of legend at his former boarding school. 

Outside in the vast wooded expanse of his family's estate, Manfred didn’t have to worry about hiding his genitals or suffering a sneak attack. Here he could lean his massive, powerfully muscular back against the trunk of a large tree, take his huge teen stud cock in his big hands, and begin to stroke its massive length, all without anyone watching or hassling him. The uber-hung muscle giant loved nothing more than to edge his cock, letting the vast quantity of stud juices packed in his balls boil and churn. The young man would ride on the very edge of orgasm for sometimes hours on end until his balls felt like they might literally explode, the congestion in his massive gonads generating a throbbing agony as if they were being struck by mighty hammer blows, again and again and again. The knee buckling agony in his screaming spuds only turned Manfred on even more, for the bull-necked youth knew he had the biggest, toughest, most powerful balls in the world. He wanted to push the boundaries of their awesome resilience, test his own ability to endure pain, and see just how far he could push himself. 

All the stimulation and abuse of his mammoth cock and balls caused Manfred to precum like mad. By the end of an hours-long wanking session, it was not uncommon for Manfred's cock and balls to be slick with clear cock snot, with long snail trails running down his columnar thighs and a sticky puddle of precum on the ground between his wide-spread legs. 

But all good things must eventually come to an end. As the sky would begin to darken and the woods grow cool, Manfred would turn around and brace himself against the sturdy tree, violently jerk his dick, and shoot his daily load in a massive orgasm all over the trunk of the tree. Having primed his balls for up to four or more hours, Manfred never failed to squirt out a magnificent load, blasting out dozens and dozens of thick ropes of milky white cum. 

Manfred's cum was so rich with sperm that it had the consistency of a very thick custard, unbelievably dense and gloopy. Each blast of cum was a rope as thick as a pencil and several feet long, and rocketed out with a fury like it was being shot from a cannon. One time, in the large shower room back in his high school gymnasium, Manfred had measured the distance his cum loads travelled, and estimated it to be well over 20 feet. He couldn't tell for sure, as his wads of cum hit high up on the tiled wall 20 feet away before slowly oozing down to the floor, but regardless of the exact distance, Manfred knew that he probably held the world’s record for farthest cum shot…not to mention the largest! 

Manfred would typically cum for over a full minute, sometimes as much as two minutes, shooting blast after massive blast of cum and shellacking the tree with a white wash of his thick teen splooge. When his orgasm would finally end, the entire tree truck would be liberally coated with more than a quart of his thick ball paste, running in slow chunky rivers down the bark of the tree to pool around its roots. 

Over the past month, Manfred had marked thirty different big trees with his cum, planting his living seed into their roots and nourishing the trees with a massive injection of pure protein. Manfred saw it as a way of marking out, like an animal, what he saw as HIS territory. 

After a marathon wanking session, and with plenty of unspent sperm still packed in his nuts, a naked Manfred would saunter back up to the house, shower, eat a massive dinner (even bigger than his lunch!), and head early to bed. His balls would still ache with unreleased sperm, the ache building bigger and bigger each day, as his balls produced more sperm each day than he could release in just one orgasm. Manfred was training himself to shoot greater and greater quantities of spunk during his daily orgasm, and he was succeeding, but his ability to blast out cum was still lagging behind his balls’ phenomenal ability to produce it. He realized that he might eventually have to jerk off a bunch of times in a row to reduce the pressure levels building in his nuts, but for now, he was learning to endure the growing pain. 

Manfred always made sure that he got plenty of rest, so that he could get up at dawn the next morning and repeat the whole process. 

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“Sir, intruders have been detected crossing the western perimeter of the property, and are heading toward the residence. There are five men, and all appear to be armed. Shall I send in a team to intercept and neutralize the intruders?”

“No, let them proceed unmolested. I have been aware of the presence of these potential intruders for several months. They are a group of ex mercenaries who have turned to a life of crime. They've hit several of the estates in the area, seeming to always know when the residents are on vacation. They have been casing the subject’s residence for more than six weeks, and they intend to hit it tonight. No, I’ve decided to use these intruders as a test for our young subject. It’s time we got a little more directly involved in his progress and development, and start really testing his limits…”

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On this particular late afternoon, after a balmy and warm summer day, Manfred has been building up a particularly massive orgasm for more than five hours. So much precum has been dripping and burping from his bloated horse dick that an actual puddle of clear and sticky goo has formed between his big, muscular feet. His bloated bull balls feel like they are on fire, thundering with a mighty, throbbing ache that makes Manfred's toes curl and takes him to unimaginable heights of pleasure and pain. 

The sun is fading in the west, and Manfred decides it's time to finish his personal torment for the day, and shoot his enormous wad. He turns to face the tree, a huge oak, and starts fisting his cum-slick cock with blinding speed, the mammoth muscles in his arm bulging and flexing obscenely as his hand pistons his bloated bull dick. 

Manfred is so engrossed by the waves of pleasure emanating from his crotch that he doesn't notice the five masked men step out of hiding from the woods around him, surrounding him with their malevolent presence. The men are dressed head to toe in black, form fitting clothes, only their mouths and dark eyes visible through the holes in their black ski masks. The clothes do nothing to disguise the fact that these men are all huge and exceedingly muscular, a couple of them even approaching Manfred's own colossal mass. 

The handsome teen's beautiful blue eyes are closed, his perfect lips parted as he moaned softly in pleasure, the massive muscles of his right arm bulging and flexing, his huge, muscular hand a blur on his rampant horse cock, thick strings of clear cock snot whipping from his gaping cockhead as a mighty orgasm began to build in his powerful loins. 

At some unspoken signal, four of the men rush forward and grab onto Manfred's arms, two to a side. The young man's eyelid snap open with surprise and fear, but he is too shocked to cry out or fight. He lets out a startled grunt as the four assailants spin him around and slam his naked back against the rough bark of the tree, and pull his enormously muscular arms upward. He begins to struggle against his aggressors, but he is too late; within seconds, manacles are snapped around each of Manfred's thick wrists, and a chain looped from each shackle around two of the sturdy lower limbs of the oak tree. Manfred's beautiful blue eyes dart around in shock and fear as his mighty arms are quickly immobilized. 

The four men then make quick work securing his legs as well, with a manacle around each ankle and a chain connecting the two shackles looping around the trunk of the massive tree. The chain is relatively short, so Manfred's legs are forced behind him, straddling the base of the tree and forcing his bare and enormously muscular bubble butt hard against the precum soaked tree trunk, the very tree that Manfred had intended to spray with his mega load of sperm. 

In less than 10 seconds, Manfred's immobilization is complete. He struggles to get free, flexing his immensely powerful arms, chest, and legs against the heavy steel chains securing him to the tree. But even without his regimen of weightlifting that day and the temporary exhaustion in his enormous muscles, Manfred's great strength cannot snap metal chains that are nearly an inch thick. 

The men back away from their captive, and seem to study him and assess him as he continues to struggle, his massive naked muscles flexing spectacularly but futilely, his gigantic rampant cock bobbing and flexing as well. The young man is obviously consumed by fear, yet he continues to struggle valiantly against his shackles. 

No one has said a word. 

The fifth man, by far the largest of the bunch, stands alone. His steel gray eyes lustily pour over Manfred's gorgeously muscular body, relishing the spectacular display of musculature the young man is providing in his struggles against his chains. 

After several minutes of violent but fruitless struggles, Manfred's surprisingly deep voice breaks the stillness. "What do you want from me!?" Manfred finally shouts, his voice quavering slightly with fear. 

"Stop your yelling, pretty boy" says the fifth man with a wry grin. "There is no one who will hear you." 

"And to answer your question, most of what we want, you have already given us. You see, we've been staking out this estate for a couple of months, waiting for a ripe moment, such as the owners going on vacation. At first, when we learned that their teenage son wasn't going with them, we made ready to move on to easier pastures." 

"But then we got a good look at you, and your daily rituals and routines, and we knew that we'd hit the jackpot. Fuckin' huge stallion like you, hung like a stud bull and prettier than any girl we'd ever seen! Oh yeah, we knew that a muscle stud like you could bring in top dollar." 

"For the past month, we've been secretly filming you, photographing you, studying you. We even planted cameras inside your house, the better to catch your every move. When you eat, when you slept, hell, we even film you when you take a shit. And you had no idea we were even there!” 

"Your workouts are impressive, boy, I'll give you that. You throw around some mighty big weights, especially for a mere lad, and I don't recall ever hearing of anyone bench pressing 1,200 pounds...let alone for 3 sets of 10! Aye, you're as strong as an ox, you are." 

"I have to say, though, nothin' has compared to watching a rich and handsome stud like you wanking his huge meat for hours. And I gotta admit, you're very good at it. Who knew a man could make so much sperm!? But with nuts the size of these, I don't expect anything less." 

The big man laughs, and he steps forward to prod Manfred's huge testicles with a black-gloved hand for emphasis, the massive orbs bulging with the day's unspent load. The poking fingers set Manfred's balls to swaying gently between his massively muscular thighs, looking almost like a bisected bowling ball encased in an oversized sock of smooth, pink flesh. 

"You're being filmed as we speak, by the way," the big man adds, grinning at the look of panic in the young man's brilliant blue eyes. "We'll no doubt make a fortune from selling our videos and photos of your workouts and jack off sessions. Though they'll probably think we used CGI to enhance your 'performance'."

All four of the other men laugh at the big man's joke. 

"But that's not all. After you shoot your big stinkin' load and head back into your little mansion, my boys and I come out here and gather up as much of your sperm as we can, and store it away in special cryogenic canisters. You see, there's a very lucrative black market for prime stud sperm, and you my friend are the prime to beat all primes. The thick and gamey spunk from a huge and handsome young stud like you will sell for $10,000 an ounce on the black market...and we've managed to scrape several gallons of your stud splooge off of the trees and the ground. Sure, there's a bit of bark and dirt mixed in with your thick baby batter, but that shouldn't prevent spunk as potent as yours from producing lots and lots of big, beautiful babies. In fact, I had one of my boys here take a sample of your splooge to a private lab, and not only is your sperm count literally off the fucking charts, but the sperm itself is very tough, able to survive harsh conditions for hours that would kill a regular man's sperm in minutes. Yeah, it looks like your spunk is just as strong and tough as the rest of you, and will earn us top dollar." 

Manfred's blue eyes fill with greater and greater horror as the big man's words sink in. They had been stealing his man cream for weeks, and were intending to sell it so people could conceive babies! They would make him a father, perhaps hundreds and hundreds of times over, against his will!! 

"Oh yes, I see that you comprehend what I'm saying. Yeah, in just a few years, there will be dozens, perhaps hundreds, of beautiful little boys and girls running around, looking a lot...like...you." The big man jabs two of his thick fingers into the heavy, hanging meat of one of Manfred's massive pecs. "And the boys, they will no doubt inherit your handsome looks, massive physique, and gargantuan cock and balls." 

"These videos we've filmed of you are about to be released and will go viral in a matter of hours, and with advertising like that, your spunk is going to fly off the shelves. Yup, these big babies are gonna make us a fortune." As the big man speaks, his black gloved hand pats the underside of Manfred's cum-bloated balls, making the huge orbs jiggle suggestively in their big, smooth pouch. 

"But all of this is a little boring after a while -- an incredibly fit and muscular young lad, jerking off his enormous trouser snake and blowing buckets of man chowder. Extremely hot, yes, but very repetitive. So tonight we've decided to make this a little more...interesting." 

The fifth man walks over to a nearby birch tree and tears off several dozen small branches, stripping off the leaves and tying them together at one end, forming a brush of sorts. The twigs are about two feet long, green yet a bit woody, and the big man seems to weigh it meditatively for several long moments. Then without warning, he suddenly begins striking Manfred over his massively muscular chest, using both forehand and backhand swings over and over again to strike the young man's flawlessly smooth skin. Manfred yelps with each blow, for the twigs sting sharply as they strike his bulging meaty pecs. The cruel man pays extra attention to Manfred's big, sensitive nipples, causing the young man to cry out in pain as the tough twigs snap sharply against the meaty nubs of his thick nips. 

The gathered men notice with interest and approval that the young stud's massive, 16-inch cock has not grown the slightest bit limp this entire time, and in fact continues to throb with barely repressed need. This young buck is a powerful one indeed. 

Within 5 minutes, the wide and incredibly thick plates of Manfred's mammoth chest are criss-crossed with red welts, and the big tormentor moves on to his corrugated sides and chiseled cobblestone abs, and then his inner thighs, gradually zeroing in on the young man's giant cock. When the big man strikes Manfred's rock hard cannon of a cock for the first time, the sting is so sharp and immediate that the young man is silent, his eyes bulging as his mind tries to encompass the pain. On the second strike, just below the massively swollen cock head this time, Manfred finds his voice and bellows in pain. Tears begin to stream from his eyes as the beating of his glorious horse cock continues, and he begs for them to stop. 

After a good 20 minutes or so of beating the young muscle stud with a switch, the big man pauses and says, "Why do you keep asking me to stop, lad? It's clear that your cock is enjoying the attention. Just look at how much goo is pouring from your ridiculously oversized dick!”

Despite the stinging pain from all over his torso, thighs, and especially his cock, Manfred looks down and sees to his horror that his huge, lacerated cock is indeed pouring forth thick ropes of clear precum like a broken pipe. His entire rod is positively slick with the stuff, and the puddle in the dirt beneath him is continuing to grow. 

The five men take several long moments to admire the beautiful and gloriously powerful physique of their handsome young captive, and the red welts that now cover so much of that beautiful and perfect flesh. 

Manfred is openly sobbing now, terrified and in pain, and afraid of what these cruel and brutal men might do to him next. 

"Crying already? That was just the overture!" The fifth man says as he now uses the twigs to whip at Manfred's massive and unprotected bull balls. Manfred screams as the twigs sharply swat at this huge nuts, again and again, but the big man doesn't stop. Manfred's scrotum starts to turn an angry red and tries to retreat into his abdomen. 

"My balls, not my balls….please! My balls, my balls!” Manfred whimpers senselessly with tears running down the sides of his boyish and breathtakingly handsome face. His powerful and manly frame already looks spent as it sags helplessly from its restraints. 

"Don't worry," the big man says as he throws down the birch switch and grabs hold of Manfred's testicles, each orb filling the man's huge hands to overflowing. "They're still alright. Can't you feel them?" And with that, he begin viciously squeezing the trapped gonads in his powerful hands. 

"NO!!" Manfred hollers, and thrusts his body up and down in terrible, gut-wrenching pain. His gigantic orbs deform grotesquely in the big man's hands, bending and bulging around his gripping fingers as they try to dig into the very heart of his maleness, his being. Manfred's abs ripple spectacularly with the continual assault on his balls. Such a crushing grip would have caused Manfred terrible agony under any circumstances, but the fact that his huge gonads are positively bloated and aching with spunk only serves to magnify the pain tenfold. 

"Wow!" the fifth man said in mocking awe, "these nuts are fucking huge! We could use them to play softball if we cut them off. Shit, or maybe even bowling!" The other men laughed at his joke, even as the big man readies for the next assault. 

The fifth man dug his thumbs as deeply as he could into both huge testicles, making the young man (barely out of boyhood, really, despite his awesome and spectacular size) scream like a wounded animal. He squeezed harder and harder, apparently trying to dig his thumbs through to the other side of the massive nuts, but the incredibly tough shell of Manfred's balls defeated all attempts, protecting the tender and thick ball meat within. When the big man finally let go of the pair of humongous boy-balls, Manfred regained enough of his senses to shout curses at his captors, threatening them with lawsuits and bodily harm. 

The fifth man laughed. "You're not really in a position to be issuing threats, Manfred. We can do whatever we want to you, and you'll never be able to touch us. Besides, if you take any action against us," he says with a smug grin, "we'll come back and kill you and your parents. Got that? Now shut up while I punish you for your insolence." 

The big man steps back and throws all of his considerable weight behind a kick to Manfred's testicles. The bound and shackled young stud is immobile and powerless to avoid the blow. The man's steel-toed boot catches Manfred's huge right nut perfectly and flattens it against the rough bark of the tree. The big man's toes dig frighteningly deep into the tortured and bulging nut, causing it to bloat and bend obscenely around the invading shoe. The force of the blow was enough to completely obliterate any lesser man's ball, but Manfred's mighty testicle endures the blow, even while the young man screams in agony. 

The big man then grinds his booted foot into Manfred's trapped ball, crushing it against the unyielding tree like he is trying to put out a cigarette. The gathered men could hear a crunching and crackling sound as the big assailant tries to crush the life out of Manfred's tortured nut, but the huge orb refuses to burst. 

After several long minutes of grinding and crushing torture, the big man lowers his foot and releases Manfred's trapped nut. The huge orb is now glowing an angry red, but it immediately regains its healthy, egg-like shape and is clearly not seriously harmed by the brutal kick. 

"Damn dude!" the fifth man says, this time with a note of honest respect in his voice, "these nuts are fucking TOUGH!! I thought for sure I'd pop his fat nut with that kick. We got us a live one here, boys, so let's give him some extra special attention!"  

Manfred is nearly senseless with tears and agony, and his bellows start anew as the fifth man begins to drive punch after punch into Manfred's family jewels. The muscular assailant is clearly a very strong and powerful man, as his punches prove to be nearly as devastating as his recent kick. Again and again, the cruel captor drives his big fist into Manfred's balls, first the left and then the right, over and over and over again, crushing them against the tree trunk with truly brutal force. With each punch, the big man grinds his big knuckles deep into the tender meat of Manfred's manhood, mashing the gigantic orbs and threatening to destroy them. 

Any other man's balls would have been reduced to rubble after less than a dozen such blows, burst asunder and turned into liquid nut guts. But Manfred's balls are made of some incredibly stern stuff, deflecting each and every blow. 

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 

Surely no man's balls, no matter how big or how tough, could endure so much abuse! But somehow Manfred's titanic testicles continue to endure, and his gigantic cock remains as hard as granite. 

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 

The massively muscular assailant lands dozens and dozens of brutal and devastating blows onto Manfred's completely vulnerable and helpless testicles, raining destruction down upon the handsome young man's colossal manhood without pause or let up. Manfred's muscles bulge and flex dramatically as he bellows in constant agony, the solid and unyielding backdrop of the oak tree trunk forcing his huge balls to absorb every ounce of every blow. 

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 

The brutal pummeling continues without let up. 

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 

Dozens of blows had quickly turn into 100 blows, then 200 blows, and the brutal and cruel assailant showed no signs of slowing down! 

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 

The punches are landing so hard that the bark behind the balls is splintering and breaking off the tree with each strike, spraying little bits of woody shrapnel in all directions. 

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 

300 blows! 

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 

The big man was beginning to tire from raining literally hundreds of pulverizing blows onto Manfred's extraordinarily resilient balls. Never had he encountered such a challenge before, and the young man's incredible endurance only spurs the big man on to ever more powerful and brutal punches. The young stud's mammoth bull balls appear to be nearly indestructible, but the cruel captor is determined to crack those huge orbs. 

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 

400 blows!!! 

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 

The traumatized tissues of Manfred's thick and meaty ball flesh are trying to swell in response to the horrific beating and abuse, but the tough and fibrous walls of his twin bull nuts are too strong and prevent more than the smallest amount of swelling. The extraordinary toughness of his balls is the only thing keeping his tender ball meat from being ground into a jellied paste, but it is also this very toughness that is causing the huge muscle stud even greater agony, increasing and increasing the already tremendous pressures building inside his cum-bloated bull nuts. 

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 

500 blows!!!!!

The attacker begins to notice that the young muscle man's incredibly tough and dense ball flesh is beginning to yield a tiny bit further with each blow, bending more and more around his fist, and flattening more and more against the solid trunk of the oak tree. He knows that he is finally starting to wear down the resistance of Manfred's fantastically strong testicles, causing them to slowly crumble under the merciless abuse, and he relishes the thought of pummeling those huge bull balls into useless mush. 

At the same time, the attacker notices that Manfred's gigantic, rampant horse cock has not only stayed solid as steel throughout the brutal pummeling, it has actually swollen to even greater dimensions, and appears, despite the inhuman agony that must be coursing through Manfred's tortured plums, to be speeding toward an orgasm. 

The big man decides to see what will happen first - will Manfred blow his tortured load, or will his massive nuts explode under the terrific abuse? He redoubles his efforts, striking Manfred's screaming balls harder and faster than ever before, giving them no time to recover between blows. He's going to either force the kid to bust a nut or burst his nuts. 

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

Manfred's cock is throbbing harder and harder. 

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

The huge horse cock is drooling precum like other men pee. 

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

The assailant redoubles his efforts yet again, determined to maul and mangle the kid's huge nuts into permanent sterility. 

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 

Manfred is bellowing a constant wail of pure agony, and every massive muscle in his glorious physique is flexing to its maximum size and power, causing the other four men to gape in awe at the sight. 

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 

The assailant's knuckles are now driving deep into the very heart of Manfred's tortured ball meat, and he can almost feel his knuckles connecting with the tree trunk on the other side. 

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 

Manfred's balls appear to be rapidly crumbling now, bending grotesquely around his attacker's fist with each devastating, debilitating blow. 

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

The attacker senses that the end is near, and starts throwing all of his massive weight behind every blow. 

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

Manfred lets out a monstrous roar of abject agony, his balls quivering on the edge of destruction. 

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

And that's when it happens. Manfred's titanically swollen cock give a mighty lurch, and then another and yet another. The cock slit at the end of his fist-sized cock head gapes open as the cock strains and pulses and throbs. 

Then suddenly, the first blast of cum shoots from his quivering cock. The five attackers had grown accustomed to the gargantuan loads that this young bull stud produced on a daily basis, but even they were not prepared for the colossal size of the wad that begins erupting from Manfred's straining horse cock. 

The multiple video feeds of the assault would later reveal that Manfred began cumming after punch number 552. 

The first wad of cum is nearly thick as a finger and over 5 feet long, blasting with such incredible force that it shoots over his assailant's muscle-bloated shoulder in a mighty arc to land in the dirt and leaves at least 30 feet behind him. The first wad contains more sperm than an average man could produce in a whole year, and yet it is quickly followed by a second wad, just as huge and even more powerful than the first. And then a third wad, and a fourth, and a fifth, each following quickly on the heels of the previous blast, each massive slug of cum blasting forth as if shot from a howitzer. Indeed, Manfred's cock was a literal flesh cannon, pulsing and throbbing like some great weapon as he jettisoned his impossibly thick and gloopy cargo. 

All five men are stunned into open-mouthed awe at the overwhelmingly powerful and masculine sight. Manfred grunts and groans with each quivering pulse of his cock, experiencing his first moment of relief as the tremendous pressures in his aching, screaming balls is finally beginning to be released. 

But his relief is short-lived. His assailant recovers his senses first, and resumes his punishing beating of Manfred's bruised and horribly battered balls, determined to beat the young man's nuts throughout his mammoth orgasm. He lands quick one-two punches between each mighty squirt of Manfred's cock, striking both nuts in quick succession, and all but forcing the next gout of cum from his cock. 

BAM-BAM! 

Squirt!

BAM-BAM!

Squirt!

BAM-BAM! 

Squirt!

BAM-BAM!

Squirt!

BAM-BAM! 

Squirt!

Manfred is lost in a delirium of profound agony, as his balls are being brutalized even as they give up their baby batter. The monstrous orbs continue to weaken and crumble even as they desperately try to purge themselves of their pearlescent cargo. The young man knows that even his mighty bull balls cannot take much more of this horrific abuse, and that his colossal testicles, the very root of his awesome manhood, will soon be ruined forever. 

BAM-BAM! 

Squirt!

BAM-BAM! 

Squirt!

BAM-BAM! 

Squirt!

BAM-BAM! 

Squirt!

BAM-BAM! 

Squirt!

One of the other men has the presence of mind to grab one of the cryo canisters, and starts collecting the magnificent mega load, catching the bulk of each massive wad in mid-air as it rockets forth from Manfred's straining cock. 

One minute becomes two, and STILL the monumental orgasm thunders onward. So much sperm is shooting forth that the men have to grab a second canister, as Manfred fills the first one to overflowing in less than a minute. Dozens and dozens and dozens of giant wads of cum shoot forth from Manfred's cock during his almighty orgasm, and it begins to appear that the young man will never stop shooting! 

BAM-BAM! 

Squirt!

BAM-BAM! 

Squirt!

BAM-BAM! 

Squirt!

BAM-BAM! 

Squirt!

BAM-BAM! 

Squirt!

After more than two and a half minutes of continuous cumming, the pace of the blasts begins to slow, even though the size of each gargantuan wad remains undiminished. 

BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 

Squirt!

BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM!  

Squirt!

BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM!  

Squirt!

BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM!  

Squirt!

The attacker feels like he is punching a pair of huge water balloons at this point, as the once-mighty orbs offer up virtually no resistance and his fists crush the huge balls almost as flat as pancakes with each devastating blow. Yet still, miraculously, unbelievably, Manfred's nuts continue to endure, absolutely refusing to burst despite the awesome strength delivered behind each and every hammer blow of his assailant’s big fists. 

The time between each wad grows longer still, but Manfred's orgasm is still raging onward, and the men have to grab a THIRD container to capture the load. 

BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 

Squirt!

BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM!  

Squirt!

BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM!  

Squirt!

BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM!  

Squirt!

BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM!  

Squirt!

BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 

Squirt!

Finally, after just over FOUR full minutes of orgasm (nearly doubling Manfred's previous record), Manfred's cock swells incredibly, impossibly larger still, and releases a final, colossal rope of sperm, an awesome jet of cum over 8 feet long that fills the third container to overflowing, causing large slugs of hot, creamy goo to ooze thickly down the sides of the metal canister. 

His attacker, however, doesn't relent on the brutal and destructive punishment that he is raining down on Manfred's freshly spermed out cum tanks. The young man's massive goolies are at the very end of their resistance, but the muscle-bound assailant doesn't seem to notice or care. 

BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM! 
BAM-BAM!  

A sick crunching and squishing sound is coming from Manfred's nearly busted nuts, audible proof that the man’s cruel fists are steadily making pudding out of the young man’s massive marbles. 

BAM-BAM!! 
BAM-BAM!! 
BAM-BAM!! 
BAM-BAM!! 
BAM-BAM!! 
BAM-BAM!! 

The attacker finds a hidden well of strength, and begins striking each of Manfred's balls even harder with each punch. At this point, any blow could be the one that causes the young man's titanically oversized balls to burst. 

Even the other men are wincing in sympathetic pain for the inhuman abuse being heaped upon the handsome young stud's colossal low hangers. 

BAM-BAM!!! 
BAM-BAM!!! 
BAM-BAM!!! 
BAM-BAM!!! 
BAM-BAM!!! 
BAM-BAM!!! 

The attacker can indeed feel the trunk of the tree with each mighty blow, his fist meeting almost no resistance now as it passes through the once-solid meat of Manfred's mighty nuts to strike the unyielding wood behind it. Yet impossibly, Manfred's balls regain their massive orb shape after each blow, simply refusing to shatter under the abuse. 

But the assailant simply will not be denied, and he begins landing his final, mightiest set of punches yet, literally throwing everything he has into the blows. 

BAM!!!!!
BAM!!!!!
BAM!!!!!
BAM!!!!!
BAM!!!!!
BAM!!!!!
BAM!!!!!
BAM!!!!!
BAM!!!!!
BAM!!!!!
BAM!!!!!
BAM!!!!!
BAM!!!!!
BAM!!!!!
BAM!!!!!
BAM!!!!!
BAM!!!!!

The attacker collapses forward, panting and heaving for breath, exhausted from the ultimate beating he has just given Manfred's massive man orbs. The video recordings will later show that the beating lasted for a total of 22 minutes and 31 seconds of continuous, non-stop ball abuse, and that Manfred's colossal stud nuts absorbed a total of 731 mighty hammer blows from the assailant's huge fists. 

Manfred likewise collapses in his restrains, his mammoth muscles going slack and his head falling forward as the tortured lad hovers near unconsciousness. Miraculously, his titanic mule cock remains hard as a rock and ramrod straight, the final dregs of his spectacular load still burping from his gaping and distended cock slit. The thick nut sludge formed a long white rope that stretched nearly to the cum-soaked earth between Manfred's chained feet. 

The temporarily exhausted assailant slowly works his way back to his feet, and stands before the gloriously handsome and muscular young prisoner to inspect his work. The huge, black-garbed muscle man seems oblivious to the fact that his head, cannon ball shoulders, and massive chest are festooned with thick ropes of Manfred's spunk, the slugs and splatters that didn't quite manage to clear the kneeling form of the huge man while Manfred was shooting his gargantuan load. 

The young, bound muscle stud is covered in a thick sheen of sweat from his struggles against his bonds, and the setting sun causes the young man's bulging and swollen muscles to glisten most appealingly. His bloated and oversized bull cock is engorged nearly to the point of bursting, the silky skin stretched tight as a drum over the thick and vein-gnarled length of the massive shaft, and his thick foreskin almost painfully retracted to reveal the massive, swollen, cum-slick head of the gigantic dick. 

The eyes of all of the men present, however, were soon riveted to Manfred's groin, and the pair of ginormous bull nuts that were hanging so low, swollen, red, shiny, bruised, battered -- and completely whole -- at the bottom of their extremely long scrotum. None of the men could believe their eyes, for they had all witnessed the young man's colossal stud nuts absorb hundreds and hundreds of blows, any one of which would have been enough to crack an average man's testicles, and yet this pair of gigantic bull balls somehow continued to endure, heavy and whole, beneath the young man's raging cock. 

The assailant reaches forward with one hand and, almost reverently, lifts up Manfred's humongous right testicle. Even at the outset, just one ball filled the man's big hand to overflowing, and now the small amount of swelling allowed by the hardened walls of the colossal nut made the great orb appear even larger still. It was huge and incredibly heavy, and was already showing hints of purple bruising through all of the angry, dark red flesh. The young man's balls looked like a pair of mammoth plums ripe for plucking. 

The big man began to clench his fingers together, squeezing the huge orb in his fist. Whereas before, the tough and incredibly dense ball barely deformed in his fist, now the monstrous orb seemed like it was more liquid than solid, for the big man's thick fingers dug into the very heart of the young man's massive sperm tank with virtually no resistance. Manfred cried out in fresh agony as the big man squeezed harder and harder still, the thick meat of the young man's ball oozing grotesquely from between the clenching fingers. The man's entire massively muscular arm began to quiver with the intensity of his squeezing, trying to finish what he started and burst the huge ball with his bare hand. But from some deep well of strength and resiliency, the mighty orb continues to defy his greatest efforts to destroy it. 

The man finally releases his grip on the tortured and very nearly busted nut, and lets it drop to hang heavily and ponderously with its twin. Then his lips curl with malicious glee as he thinks of the next torture for this supremely masculine young muscle stud. 

"Bring me the spikes, and help me with the stud's ridiculous horse cock," the big man says in his deep gravelly voice, and his cohorts hurry to obey him. One man comes back from the nearby bushes with a black backpack, and starts unpacking a series of stainless steel spikes. Each one of these spikes is as long as a knitting needle and twice again as thick, looking almost like railroad spikes. The tip of each spike tapers down to a wicked-looking point, while the butt end has a thick flat end that is more than an inch and a half in diameter. 

Manfred's stunning blue eyes grow wide with renewed fear as he sees these silver spikes, and he begins thrashing around again in his bonds in a vain attempt to escape. 

Meanwhile, the remaining three men begin wrestling with Manfred's huge and cum-slick cock. With six hands clutching the upper half of the shaft and head, the three men begin a slow and torturous process of trying to bend the cock downward. The huge, 16+ inch long mega cock is even stronger and harder than it appears, and it powerfully resists their efforts to bend it. But gradually, with their huge muscles bulging and straining through their black clothing, the three men begin to pull, bend, and manhandle the huge cock downward. 

As they slowly succeed in their task, Manfred's cock begins to develop a profound downward curve, and they can actually hear the mighty tendons and ligaments groan as they struggle to bend and stretch in a way they never have before. So profound is the curve in Manfred's cock that the men begin to fear that the mighty shaft will snap in half rather than bend any farther. 

The fourth man, done retrieving the spikes, now lends his hands to the efforts. He places both of his big hands around the sturdy, straining base of the huge cock and begins pushing downward, forcing the very base of his cock to gradually point downward. This action relieves the stress on the bulk of the tortured shaft, and allows the four men to finally wrestle the cock into a position where it is pointing almost directly downward and is flush against the cum-soaked bark of the tree trunk. 

The fifth and biggest man then picks up one of the spikes in his left hand, and a large mallet with a big, hard rubber head in his other hand, and approaches the bound stud. As Manfred realizes what the big man is about to do, he starts shaking his handsome head back and forth, fresh tears pouring from his eyes as he begs, "No! No, please! Please don't do that!"

But the big man just smiles as he places the point of the spike up against the straining, bulging cock shaft, right behind the corona of the huge cock head. Without a word, he raises the mallet high and slams it into the head of the spike, driving it deep into the pulsing cock shaft. Manfred lets out a bloodcurdling wail of shock and pain as he feels the spike sink deep into his beefy cock meat. The huge assailant is surprised to discover that the spike has not passed completely through the cock, but is only imbedded part way, proving that the thick meat of the mighty cock is even tougher than he thought. 

In fact, it takes him three more hammer blows before the tip of the spike strikes wood, and then another dozen or so blows before the thick nail is driven all the way in to the tree. The big man steps back to review his handiwork, and tells the other men to release Manfred's cock. As they do so, the cock remains pointed downward, skewered in place by the thick spike. The big man has driven the spike so deep that the flat head is flush with the beefy cock shaft. 

The trapped cock has squeezed Manfred's gargantuan balls to either side of the impossibly thick shaft, forcing them to bulge bright red and shiny in their horribly battered scrotum. At a command from their leader, two of the men wrap their fingers around the base of Manfred's huge left nut and begin pulling it downward. The young man's bloated nut was hanging very loose in its scrotum, already stretching the measuring tape to over 5 eye-popping inches, but the two strong men force it even farther down in its silky pouch. 

Just the feel of the rough fingers clutching and encircling Manfred's almost terminally battered nut causes him to cry out in great pain, but the added agony of having his big, bloated ball stretched farther from his crotch than ever before causes him to bellow once again. 

With agonizing slowness, they stretched Manfred’s ball down to 6 inches, and then 7 inches, and then 8 incredible inches. Never before had any of the men seen or even heard of a man's nut being stretched that far from his groin, but here was this handsome young muscle stud breaking yet another record. 

But the men clearly are not done yet, as they continue to pull and yank and stretch Manfred's screaming left ball down farther still. The young man's scrotum is being stretched perilously thin, and the network of tubes and powerful cords connecting the huge and bloated nut to the young man's glorious body can be seen clearly through the gossamer skin. At 8 1/2 inches, the men can almost hear the tough nut cords groaning and straining, but they continue to endure. And STILL the powerful men keep pulling and twisting the huge nut downward, finally succeeding in attaining an unimaginable stretch of 9 full inches! 

Manfred is panting with the strain and agony in his bulging and nearly bursting ball, and his eyes plead with his assailant to stop the insane torture and abuse. But the big man just smiles once again, and reaches forward one huge calloused hand to gently stroke and massage the smooth, sweat- and cum-slick surface of the massive, trapped orb. He then tenderly sets the point of the next spike over the massive nut, the wicked tip barely poking against the delicate scrotal skin. He lifts the mallet up high, and with a mighty blow, drives the spike deep into the very heart of Manfred's bloated baby-maker. 

The young man let out high-pitched scream after scream, as though he were having some sort of agony-induced orgasm. And incredibly, he was!! A huge clot of cum blasted forth from his trapped cock, shooting straight down to splash audibly into the churned and cum-soaked mud below. The big man shouted for a fresh canister, and one of the other men quickly obeyed, placing a big canister underneath the tip of Manfred's cock to catch the young man's unnaturally huge load even as the big assailant continued to drive the spike the remainder of the way through the massive left nut and deep into the trunk of the tree, pinning the massive orb in place. 

The other two men are already working on Manfred's bloated right nut even as the big man is hammered away at the left nut, pulling and stretching it farther and farther down. They work faster than their partners did, quickly pulling the tortured orb down to 7 inches, then 8 inches, then 9 inches. But they don't stop there, and continue yanking on the horribly distended nut. They get the huge ball down to 9 1/2 inches, the orb actually quivering at the end of its life-giving tether, and then 9 3/4 inches. Manfred's huge ball is perilously close from being torn clean off his body, but the powerful men refuse to stop. 

Finally, they have Manfred's huge bull nut pulled to just over 10 gut-tearing inches from his groin, more than doubling its already awesome natural dangle, just as the big man finishes skewering the young man's left nut to the tree. He immediately sets to work on Manfred's hideously overstretched right ball, and drives a spike into the very heart of that ball as well, hammering until the huge orb is run clear through and has been pinned to the oak. 

All throughout the horribly brutal and barbaric torture, Manfred is screaming and bellowing like a wild, wounded animal, thrashing so hard against his bonds that the men feared he might actually tear his own limbs from his body. The young man also thundered out a second earth-shattering orgasm, despite the fact that he had pounded out the largest load in human history less than 10 minutes before, and despite (or perhaps because of) the unbearable agony tearing through his loins. Again and again and again, shot after massive shot of sperm burst forth from his pulsing, throbbing bull cock, pounding out wads of cream at least as massive, voluminous, and powerful as those of his previous orgasm. 

Manfred's skewered balls visibly pulsed with each throb of his cock as they pumped out more of their precious cargo. His powerful balls pulse so hard, in fact, that globs of pure cum actually ooze out of the puncture wounds in both balls, running thickly down the bruised and battered face of each massive orb to drip into the mud below. 

The sight was so intensely masculine and insanely erotic that several of the men spontaneously came in their black pants, squirting their own big loads as this young paragon of virility dumped a river of splooge into the waiting canister. 

Manfred came for almost two and a half minutes, filling two metal canisters to the brim and going a long way to filling a third. The men realized that they had harvested nearly 3 gallons of pure Grade AAA stud spunk from their young captive in less than 20 minutes, and all of them are in silent awe for several long minutes after the last dregs of Manfred's gargantuan load drip into the waiting container. 

"Now THAT is what I call a cum load!" exclaims the biggest of the five men, breaking the silence. "Seems like you enjoy this sort of rough stuff, pretty boy," the fifth man mocks as he runs his large hand up and down the turgid shaft of Manfred's trapped member, squeezing the last drops of cum out of his cock. "Now that load I am going to market separately from the rest, cuz I'm sure a tortured load like that will fetch an even HIGHER price! Especially since it's probably going to be your last."

All of the men chuckle at that, and start gathering up their gear and sealing the six freshly filled cryo canisters. 

Manfred once again hangs exhausted and barely conscious in his restraints, and his monster cock finally begins to go limp after more than 6 hours of constant arousal and stimulation. As his cock deflates, the profound downward curve in his cock relaxes, relieving one type of pain, only to have it replaced by another. The spike driven behind the young man's huge cock head kept his cock stretched out to at least 16 inches, which pulled painfully at his groin muscles. Manfred is close to passing out from the excruciating, throbbing pain in his skewered, and battered, and overstretched testicles and his speared and pulled cock. 

As the sun finally dips below the trees to the west, the big man says, "That's all the fun for tonight, wanker. We'll come back tomorrow...if we feel like it." The five men leave the clearing, rapidly disappearing into the surrounding forest and the gathering dusk, leaving Manfred still tied to the tree, with a limp cock pierced through the shaft and spikes through his genitals. 

Darkness fell over both the clearing and the young man's mind, bringing blessed if temporary release from the pain. 

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