Monday, April 28, 2014

2006 - Self-Gelding Marine, Parts 1 thru 3


I created this series specifically for the Greasetank website. The images show a massively muscular and colossal endowed young Marine bound and placed in a terrible predicament. A chain links the ring in his cock to the ring encircling his balls, and this chain passes through a pulley below. As his cock grows harder and longer, it pulls with ever greater force on his huge nuts, stretching them farther and farther from his body.

After each of the first two images, I asked the viewers to decide what should happen next -- should the stud survive this torture intact, or should his cock prove so extraordinarily randy and powerful that it results in his unmanning, tearing his beautiful balls right from his crotch? I gave the viewers a couple of weeks to vote, and didn't draw the final image until all the votes were tallied. In the end, by a vote of 8 to 7, the young muscle stud lost his epic tug of war with his own nuts.

This was the very first image of castration I ever drew. Though actual testicular destruction still remains a relatively rare subject of my drawings and stories, this was by no means the last time one of my studs lost his mighty balls... :)


Self-Gelding Marine

Part 1

Oh sweet jeezus!! It looks like the muscle-bound Marine is actually going to castrate himself! I’ve never seen anything like this before in my life! His damn donkey dick is so huge and so beefy and so powerful that it refuses to be kept down, and in this tug-of-war with his gigantic bull nuts, it’s gonna be his huge balls that lose. Look how far those massive gonads have been stretched already – they look like they’re ready to burst out of their sac at any moment. After all the beating and punching and crushing and other abuse those huge fuckin’ nuts have survived these past couple of weeks, it’s kinda fitting that the beefy Marine stud should be unmanned by his own freakishly huge cock. Shee-IT!!! The fucker is actually gonna pull his own nuts off!!! 




Part 2

Gawd DAMN!! I can’t believe how far this stud’s bull nuts have been stretched!! I tell ya, this stud just ain’t HUMAN!! But it looks like his overstretched scrotum is starting to tear, so it won’t be long now before this once-powerful stud is made into a useless eunuch. 

Wow, look at the way his bull cock is quivering! I think this stud is actually getting OFF on having his mammoth nuts pulled from his body!! That horse cock of his is leaking precum like other men pee. I tell ya, if he cums, it’s all over for his balls. That monstrous muscle cock will no doubt pulse and flex and throb so hard that it will rip his balls clean off his body. You can tell that the handsome young Marine is holding back his orgasm by sheer force of will, for he also clearly knows the consequences of cumming. But he can’t hold on forever… 





Part 3

Good GOD!!! They’re they go!!! He fuckin’ ripped his own fuckin’ NUTS off!! MAN, look at the SIZE of those huge gonads!! God damn, I’m cumming in my own pants! Fuck! FUCK!! And look of the size of that LOAD he’s shooting!! The beefy Marine is almost hitting the CEILING with that huge load!! This young muscle kid sure was one hell of a prime bull stud, that’s for damn sure! 


Too bad we had to nut him, but now he’ll be our docile fuck slave. And with the proper hormone injections, he’ll be able to keep his phenomenal muscle mass, and get that humongous cock of his rock hard. I have many plans in store for this young gelded Marine… 





2006 - Self Abuse with Pliers

At one point, I thought I'd create a whole series of guys brutally abusing their own genitals, but I never did. This image was about as far as I got. I think I prefer the concept of a man being abducted and abused against his will.



2006 - Sean the Marine, Parts 1 and 2

Here's a two-part series showing a handsome young Marine named Sean. He's been abducted by the enemy and abused for months, and now they are preparing to cut off his legendary manhood.

The story below is incomplete, but I thought I would include it anyway, particularly as I have no plan to complete it in the future. :)




Sean the Marine

Sean was an extraordinarily impressive specimen by anyone’s standards, even those of the ultra masculine Marine Corps. Standing 6’3” tall and weighing a monstrous 320 pounds of thick, choice U.S. beef, the 19-year-old cadet was built like an armored tank. The handsome, corn-fed youth from the Midwest had an unbelievable muscular development, with truly massive arms that exceeded the 25-inch mark completely cold, and broad shoulders over a yard wide and each the size of bowling balls. His chest was even more magnificent, two broad and massively thick, meaty slabs of muscle and sinew, and coated in a thatch of coarse blond hair to match the thick, wavy hair on his head. Sean’s colossal back tapered majestically down to an incredibly tight waist, with corrugated washboard abs like bands of steel. His ass was like two meaty globes of ripe melons, incredibly muscular and tight, from which descended two mighty thighs as thick as tree trunks, and a pair of calves as big as footballs. The young muscle man was built like a god with the face of an Adonis, and that fact alone made him the envy of all the soldiers on base, as well as the fantasy of many a woman – and man. 

One would think that a young man as stunningly handsome and awesomely muscular as Sean would be cocky, arrogant, and sure of himself, but nothing could be further from the truth. In reality, the young muscle stud was soft spoken, self effacing, and easily embarrassed. The hunky stud seemed almost ashamed of his body, and had spent most of his young life hiding away from the lustful and envious stares, the looks of longing and jealousy that followed him wherever he went. The timid and modest young man would even try to wait until all the other soldiers had left the communal showers before showering himself. That was in an effort to hide Sean’s greatest assets of all – the huge mass of man meat swinging heavily between his thick, powerful legs. 

Sean’s extraordinarily blessed sexual endowment could only be described as colossal, a set of super human cock and balls that would make a prize stud bull jealous. Sean’s huge cock was a masterpiece of man flesh, a massive donkey dick over 10 inches long when completely flaccid, and a monstrous 16 ½ inches long when fully erect. The mighty dong was as long as a man’s forearm, and at least as thick, with pulsing veins running up and down the beefy, gnarled shaft and a cock head the size of a large apple. So huge was Sean’s cock that even his unusually long and thick foreskin was almost painfully retracted when his dick was in its fully erect and throbbing state. This was a fuck muscle built for power and endurance. 

Even more extraordinary, if that could be believed, were Sean’s humongous twin bull balls. Sean’s gonads were so huge as to defy belief, grotesquely oversized parodies of male testicles that were so huge and so heavy that they naturally hung just over 6 inches from his crotch, stretching his huge, thick, hair-covered scrotum to awesome dimensions. Each gargantuan nut was larger than a coconut, and ten times as hard, so dense with tough and beefy man meat that they felt as solid as Sean’s rock-hard muscles. Their natural hang and heft only accentuated their colossal size, allowing them to hang vulnerable and inviting between Sean’s columnar thighs like two ridiculously oversized fruits ripe for the plucking. In fact, Sean always had to wear special underwear to keep his balls supported, and he had to be careful when he walked or sat down so as to not crush his nuts between his singularly powerful legs. He had done that more than once, and any lesser man’s balls would have been destroyed by the crushing force. 

Indeed, it was Sean’s gargantuan gonads that fueled his spectacular physique. His huge baby makers produced more than 20 times the testosterone that a normal man’s balls produced, flooding his system with growth hormones. Unbelievably, Sean had never been to a gym or lifted weights in his life until entering the Marine Corps a year ago, and the rigorous training had only enhanced the already incredible development that Sean had started with. 




No man had ever possessed testicles HALF the size of Sean’s, making him some sort of a genetic freak. And an awesomely sexy freak at that. 


2006 - Scythe

How many times has the hero in a book or a movie been tied to a table while a swinging blade is slowly lowered bit by bit toward his helpless body? From Edgar Allan Poe to James Bond, this scenario crops up again and again in pop culture. I decided to create my own rendition of the slow torture and castration of a muscular young stud. Just as the blade starts slicing into the stretched out neck of his scrotum, the oversexed young buck hits one final, awesome orgasm. He knows that this will be the last load he ever shoots, for his balls will soon be separated from his body forever.




2006 - Scissors and Weights

This captive stud is being forced to support a massive metal weight using only the strength of his gigantic cock. He's been told that, if he allows the weight to touch the floor for even an instant, then the garden shears locked around his straining balls will be closed, severing his enormous hairy testicles from his spectacular body.






2006 - Down at the Sawmill

I tend not to create series of drawings, as I sometime lose interest or steam partway through the process, and am left with an incomplete series. So I have a couple of 2- or 3-image long series, but this is the only series that actually made it to 4 images.

The images and story tell the tale of a handsome, built, and heroically endowed rookie cop who ends up becoming abducted by the members of his own police force. The other men have grown jealous of the young man's many genetic gifts, and decide to abuse and unman him. As with most of my stories, you get to decide how the story ends -- does the young hunk somehow escape to fight another day, or does he lose his most precious of assets as the hands of his fellow police officers?






Down at the Sawmill


At 23 years of age, Mike was the rookie cop in the Tri-County Police Department. The young man had made quite a stir when he first joined the Department; massively built and ruggedly handsome with movie star good looks, Big Mike looked like he should be on the set filming a movie or entering a professional bodybuilding competition, and not working as a deputy in some backwater, rural community. Mike’s physique was simply awesome, every massive muscle developed to its maximum potential, yet perfectly proportioned to create a body that put statues of the Greek Gods to shame.

But even more astounding was Mike’s enormous sexual endowment. Mike was undoubtedly the most spectacularly hung man in the whole Tri- County area, and quite possibly the world. His thick, gnarled tube of a cock hung thick and heavy almost like a third leg, measuring over 14 inches in length when completely soft! When hard, that massive cannon of a cock rose to just over 21 inches of rock-hard man beef, swelling so large and so thick that it looked like it would burst at the seams. 

And Mike’s balls were so huge that they looked like they belonged on an elephant; each titanic nut was larger than the largest of grapefruit and extraordinarily heavy. Mike’s monstrously oversized nuts were incredibly dense and weighty, dragging his scrotum down a good eight or nine inches from his crotch, and so unimaginably virile that Mike had to jack off half a dozen times a day just to keep from spontaneously shooting his gargantuan loads in his uniform pants. It was Mike’s huge bull nuts that were responsible for his awesome physical development, for they pumped massive amounts of testosterone and growth hormones through his body.

And it was in fact his extraordinary endowment that had caused Mike to seek a job out in the middle of nowhere. He had always been embarrassed and ashamed of the ridiculously oversized nature of his cock and balls, and he kept them a secret from even his own family growing up. But to his dismay, his gargantuan cock and balls continued growing even after he graduated high school, with his cock growing another inch a year even through college and beyond, making it harder and harder to mask the enormous bulge in his pants.

Mike had tried out for sports in college, for he was a naturally superb athlete, but he couldn’t find cups and jocks large enough to contain his enormous genitals. He tried playing football without such protection, but after enduring dozens of crushing blows to his crotch, he started to rethink the sport. And then there was the infamous shower room incident where the water polo team returned from an away game late one night and caught Mike jacking off alone in the showers. With his secret finally out, Mike immediately withdrew from all sports, moved off campus, and finished his last semester in order to get his degree. All the while, he had to fight off the attentions of hundreds of women and men, including several members of the water polo team, who all wanted to experience first hand the mammoth endowment between Mike’s massively muscular legs.

Upon graduation, Mike quickly left town, leaving no forwarding address. He chose to move to the Tri-County area because it was remote and very lightly populated, and he knew he could live there in peace with what he viewed as his “deformity”. He bought a small house on the outskirts of town and took a job as a highway patrolman, knowing that such a job would allow him to be alone on the road for hours at a time with minimal interaction with others.

Unbeknownst to Mike, his “deformity” had already been noticed by a fair number of people in town. By the age of 23, Mike’s genitals had grown so large that even the baggiest of pants couldn’t hide the fact that he was hung huge, and in his cop uniform it looked like he was trying to smuggle a couple of bowling balls and a bowling pin in his pants. Mike’s humongous bulge, as well as his awesome physique and stunning good looks, had created quite the buzz among many of the women in town, and this in turn engendered a great deal of resentment and jealousy among many men, including his co-workers on the police force. Little did Mike know that these very men were planning to take out their jealousy on the young muscle man in a brutal and permanent way…

Mike had been with the Department for just over six months when he got the call about a possible disturbance down by the old sawmill. The beefy rookie drove out to the abandoned lumberyard to investigate. Nothing seemed to be amiss on the outside, so he parked his patrol car and entered the vast, dark building to investigate. Inside, decades of dust and old sawdust covered everything, including the huge, long-silent circular saw blade in the center of the big warehouse.

The big muscle man was just about to turn and leave when he felt a sharp sting in his leg, and he looked down to see a feathered dart sticking out of the middle of his massive right thigh. Too stunned at first to react to what was happening, Mike’s expression was still one of wide-eyed surprise as a second tranquilizer dart stuck him in his enormous left bicep, and a third impaled itself on his incredibly thick and beefy right pec. Mike’s vision began to swim, and he barely even registered when he dropped to his knees. He suddenly saw at least a dozen figures begin to emerge from the shadows and begin to walk toward him, but that was the last thing he saw before he toppled forward and fell unconscious…

When Mike came around, the first thing he realized was that he was manacled at wrist and ankle, and that his massive arms were drawn up and over his head. An instant later, he realized that he was also naked, with his monstrous cock and balls hanging heavy and loose before him. And a moment after that, Mike realized that he was not alone.

The interior of the sawmill was now very well lit indeed, with new light bulbs in many of the overhead sockets, and a new fire raging in the nearby furnace. The late summer evening was warm to begin with, but the heat emanating from the furnace was already making Mike begin to perspire, and a thin sheen of sweat was soon coating his gorgeously muscular physique. The light from the furnace and the electric bulbs illuminated the faces of Mike’s captors, and he was shocked to discover that not only did he know all of them, they were his fellow police officers!

Vince Yrkowski, the Chief of Police, stepped forward into the light of the bulb hanging directly over the immobilized Mike, and looked the young rookie up and down with a cold sneer on his face. Chief Yrkowski was a big man in his own right, standing a few inches over six feet and weighing a good 250 or 260 pounds of rock-solid muscle, with not an ounce of fat to mar his 43-year-old physique.

Vince was clearly the ringleader of the group, for the other angry cops all looked to him for direction. At his signal, the other men stepped forward, and each one began to take turns roughing Mike up, slapping his low-hanging balls around, pulling hard on his heavy sac, and squeezing the tight bull balls with their big hands. Mike groaned loudly in pain, but his randy and traitorous cock began to grow and swell from all the rough man-handling of his nuts, and soon was a rock hard 21 inches and drooling long ropes of clear precum.

If the cops were already angry and jealous at the size of Mike’s huge cock and balls, they were even more enraged to see him get hard as a rock while they worked over his huge nuts. At the same time, however, the men couldn’t help but be powerfully turned on by this mammoth muscle man bound helpless before them, with a set of steak 
and potatoes that looked like they belonged on a 20-foot-tall giant. 
They decided to have some fun with their captive, and to see if they could make him blow his nut solely through testicle torture.

They renegade police officers then proceeded to brutally tear into Mike’s huge bull nuts, punching and clubbing and squeezing and squashing the mighty low-hanging orbs as hard as they could in an effort to get them to give up their massive load. The cops thought it might take hours to get the big rookie to cum, but in the end it took just 10 minutes or so. Mike’s groans of pain began to turn into moans of pleasure, and his huge dork began to thicken and darken, and actually gained more than half an inch in length. After quivering for a second or two, the mighty cannon of a cock began to belch out the largest load any of these men had ever seen. Bucket loads of cum blasted out of the pistoning cock with frightening force, striking objects over 30 feet away with massive slugs of white- hot stud bull cum. All of the cops, Vince included, were awed by the awesome display of hyper masculinity, which went on and on for several long minutes, coating everything and everyone in front of Mike with huge ropes and streamers of his thick male juices.

After the gargantuan orgasm finally ebbed and ceased, the cops looked around in awe at the super human load that was dripping from every surface in huge wads and slugs. They couldn’t believe that one man could produce so much sperm, and they wondered if there could possibly be any more cream left in those twin lava factories. 

Recovering from their shock, the officers began to beat Mike’s balls once again, wailing on the big kid’s big nuts with a brutality that would have quickly reduced another man’s balls to a shapeless mass of broken ball flesh. Mike’s captors were convinced that the young muscle stud’s huge balls must have been completely emptied by his earth-shattering orgasm, but the young man surprised them all when, not 10 minutes after his first orgasm, his massive cock began to thunder out a second load that was every bit as massive as his first.

It quickly became a joke with the brutal cops, for they soon realized that they couldn’t KEEP Mike from cumming. Every 5 to 10 minutes, POW! Mike would let loose with another knock-you-to-the-ground load of man milk, and it wasn’t long before all of Mike’s captors were coated in several layers of his rich nut slop.

The cops used and abused Mike’s gargantuan gonads for three or four hours, forcing more than two dozen humongous wads of spunk from his bruised and battered nuts. So much cum had been forced from the young stud that thick puddles of his slowly cooling sperm had formed on the floor beneath his feet.

The cops had begun to tire of their cruel game, and decided it was time to finish Mike off once and for all. Each of the 16 men took another turn at the stud cop’s mighty, oversized bull nuts, giving them one final farewell beating. When they were finally finished (and Mike had pumped out another three monumental loads), Mike was then hoisted into the air by the chains manacled to his wrists, and dragged across the warehouse until he was suspended directly over the huge steel lumber saw. Mike’s thickly muscle legs were spread wide apart and likewise shackled by chains, leaving his huge cock and enormous, massive nuts to hang heavy and free beneath him.

Vince turned on the lumber saw, and smiled once again as the huge blade began to whir and spin with deadly speed and grace. He then order the other cops to very slowly begin to lower Mike, giving up the slack on his chains to let him ever so slowly descend balls first toward the waiting saw. Mike fought mightily against his restraints, his massive muscles and sinews bulging and flexing spectacularly as he desperately struggled to free himself, but to no avail. The cops simply laughed, and continued to lower Mike ever closer to the blade.

Vince had Mike lined up perfectly so that the blade was aimed right between the hunk’s behemoth bull balls. Mike let out a bellow of sheer agony as the blade began to bite into his hairy scrotum, every huge muscle in his perfectly proportioned body standing out in deep relief. At that same instant, the mighty stud began to pump out one final, magnificent orgasm, exceeding all previous loads in size, power, and force, a fitting last hurrah for such a paragon of masculine might. The cops watched in disbelief as buckets of splooge exploded out of the muscle boy in a lush river, splattering uselessly on the cum drenched floor below. In a very short while, the renegade cops will have destroyed the young man's awesome masculinity, cleaving his once- mighty balls in half. Then they will sever his huge nuts before splitting his gargantuan cock on the saw like some sort of beefy log. Once his emasculation is complete, they intend to leave the rookie cop for dead, leaving his split and severed bull balls at the muscle boy’s feet. 

2006 - Sacrifice of a Prime Breeder

This image is the second of only two images that I've ever colored. As with all my artwork, the primary image was drawn with a mechanical pencil, and then I took a set of colored pencils and filled in the rest. I really like how the image looks in color, but the process took a while, so I haven't been encouraged to color in any images since.

I'm also attaching an older version of the same image. I am almost certain that I traced the face and body from the old image to the new, but clearly augmented the stud's genitals a little bit. :) You can also see where I took the old image and tested out several colors in an effort to decide how to get Northern European flesh tones out of a combination of pink and yellow colored pencils. :)

Finally, there's a story I prepared for this image, and I've included it below. I wrote the story about 8 years ago, and haven't proof read it since then, so my apologies for any misspellings or other grammatical errors. The story is a familiar theme in my work -- a young muscle giant being used as a stud bull in some nefarious breeding program. Enjoy!




Sacrifice of a Prime Breeder

The Imperial Eugenics Program had been working for countless centuries in a relentless pursuit to improve and perfect the human race. Each generation, only the best and finest male specimens were selected to father the next generation. These rare and exceptional men, perhaps 1 in every 500 males, were selected based on their size, strength, beauty, and intelligence, as well as the oversized nature of their genitals. These most exceptional of men were known as Breeders. 

But even among the Breeders, there was an even more rare and exceptional class of male that was extraordinary and exceptional even by Breeder standards. These rarest of men were known as Alpha Breeders. No more than a handful, perhaps a couple dozen, of these extraordinary men were born each generation, and they were the most highly-prized members of the eugenics program. 

Simply put, Alpha Breeders were the pinnacle of achievement in eugenics, embodying masculine perfection. All Alpha Breeders were enormous specimens, fantastically muscular and prodigiously endowed to the point where breeding through natural intercourse was several orders of magnitude beyond impossible. Alpha Breeders were physically perfect in both mind and body, literally off the charts in every category and criterion for breeding selection. 

Since the breeding program was performed through artificial insemination of females, there was no need for the time-consuming and tremendously wasteful exercise of copulation, particularly since even common Breeders produced truly phenomenal amounts of sperm. A single ejaculation from a Breeder was used to impregnate scores of females. Indeed, insemination through copulation had not been allowed in hundreds of years, as it was deemed a criminal waste of precious sperm. 

A typical Breeder male entered service at the age of 18 and usually had a career spanning approximately one year. During that time, the male would be milked numerous times per day, with his sperm and seminal fluids being used to father perhaps 10,000 offspring. More exceptional Breeder males might serve twice that time and father double or triple that number of offspring. And the extremely rare Alpha Breeders might serve up to three years. Due to the hugely accelerated rate of sperm production in the oversized bull balls of Alpha Breeders, they would typically father 100,000 to 500,000 offspring during their career. 

The eugenics program was very careful when it came to the issue of inbreeding, however, and at the end of a breeding male's career, his testicles were always destroyed. Even the very rare Alpha Breeders ended their breeding careers in such a fashion, as the Imperial scientists were careful to avoid overbreeding their stud males. 

These same scientists never wasted an opportunity to test their subjects, for they were forever seeking information on the effectiveness of the breeding program. They had therefore invented thousands of brutal and creative - and often entertaining - ways to dispose of the Breeders who had reached the end of their service. The scientists were able to gauge their efforts to strengthen and toughen the balls of their males to see how they reacted to such abuses and to record how long they could endure before they were ultimately destroyed. 

One of the most recently-developed methods used to deball a Breeder is to use a giant man-eating pitcher plant, whose semi-transparent walls allow spectators and scientists to witness every nut-stretching and ball-chomping moment as the plant’s sharp-toothed maw devours a Breeder’s sperm-packed balls. 

The male currently slated for nut destruction is a truly incredible specimen, and something of a legend in the eugenics program. He is an Alpha Breeder of the highest caliber ever recorded, and he has had a unique run in the breeding program. The fantastically muscular and achingly handsome young man was identified as a potential Alpha Breeder at the almost unheard of age of 10, and he showed such phenomenal promise that he was confirmed as an Alpha Breeder and admitted into the breeding program at the tender age of 16. But even by then, he outclassed and outsized every other male in the program, and only grew bigger and more powerful as time went by. 

This stunning young bull stud has had an unprecedented career in the breeding program, having served for four years, a full year longer than any male before him. What's more, through special dispensation from the Emperor himself, he has been allowed to father 5,000,000 offspring, ten times more children than any other Alpha Breeder in history. The earliest test results on his first children are showing signs that dozens of his male offspring, perhaps even hundreds, may grow up to be Alpha Breeders themselves, which speaks to the phenomenal power and potency of the young man's prized and precious sperm. 

The Imperium has also taken the unprecedented step of harvesting a supply of the young male's sperm for cryo storage and later reinjection into the breeding program in future generations. The scientists have spent the past three months harvesting load after load from the walking sperm factory, and have enough of his male essence frozen in cryo storage to father another 20,000,000 children in the future. 

But even a career as illustrious and legendary as that of this prime Alpha Breeder must come to an end, and at 20 years of age, it is time to destroy this young muscle god's most phenomenal of stud bull balls. 

The Alpha Male was dropped into the giant pitcher plant just a few minutes ago, and already the stud’s gargantuan bull balls have been stretched halfway to the waiting, fang filled maw at the base of the plant. It’s only a matter of time now before his huge nuts are painfully pulled in position and the pitcher plant sinks its rows of razor-sharp teeth into all that cum-packed ball flesh. The plant's maw will then begin to undulate, chewing on the titanic meal and quickly reducing his once-proud balls to so much broken and useless meat. No man, even one with nuts as enormous and tough as those possessed by this young bull stud, can hope to survive such an onslaught for long. 

2006 - Sac Slice

About 10 years ago, I discovered the artwork of Link on the old Greasetank website, and I was amazed by his talent and imagination. I began corresponding with him and struck up a wonderful friendship with him that lasted until he passed away a few years ago at the ripe age of 84. I miss both the man and his talent. 

This image was inspired by a series that he created, and I dedicated the drawing to Link. 




Monday, April 21, 2014

2006 - Revenge Against the All-Star Quarterback

If you haven't already discovered the amazing work of Kalabro, then you've really got to check him out. He's a phenomenal artist, and though he doesn't do a ton of drawings with ball busting or ball abuse themes, there's enough drawings on that subject matter to leave you begging for more. This drawing below was inspired by one of his older drawings.

In my version, the bound stud is a college football quarterback who has been leading his team to victory after stunning victory, stomping all over their opponents. A group of guys from several of the defeated teams got together and decided that enough was enough. They abducted the stud and roughly worked him over, paying special attention to his ridiculously oversized bull balls. They then stretched his balls as far as they could, and while one guy jerked the stud's massive pole, another prepared to slice the huge balls right off the young bull's body. The quarterback is resisting orgasm for as long as he can, for he knows that as soon as he blows his massive load, he can kiss his huge baby makers good-bye...


2006 - Resistance Training

Here is another gym-based drawing. The huge muscle stud has hook his balls up to a pulley system, so the harder he curls his biceps, the greater the stretch his gives his massive nuts.

The name "Kjeld" comes from a guy that was a year or two ahead of me in high school, and who I thought was totally hot. He was a handsome kid of Norwegian-looking ancestry, and while he wasn't particularly athletic or muscular, he did have a certain size to him that was unusual for a boy his age. This drawing was made nearly two decades after high school, and though I hadn't thought of Kjeld in years, his name suddenly came to my head as I was finishing this piece.


2006 - Pushing the Final Inch

The gym has a very sexually charged atmosphere for me, and I often imagine what it would be like if the huge muscle studs tested their strength in other ways...




2006 - Plugging the Cannon

In this image, a bound muscle hunk is having his balls brutally crushed. While such an action would normally result in the kid purging a massive load of cum, one of his assailants has plunged a thick finger down the lad's pee hole, preventing the escape for more than just a few drops of his spunk. It's highly likely that the kid's entire sexual plumbing will burst under the horrific pressure, creating a catastrophic and explosive end for his awesome masculinity.

A second, earlier version of the drawing is also included below, likely dating back to 1993-1999.




2006 - Pillars of Pain

The artist Hammer has created a huge portfolio of work, including many brutal and painful ways to rob a man of his manhood. One of his drawings inspired this image from me.



The Pillars of Pain


This Offworlder is super human!! I can’t believe how long this hot young muscle stud has lasted! His awesome strength is truly phenomenal! No one before has ever lasted more than an hour on the Pillars of Pain, but this big gorgeous man has endured more than eight hours, stretching his titanic testicles past his fucking KNEES, and still he holds on. I tell you, I wish we had thousands more like him to torture and abuse, and it’s a tragic shame that this young hunk must be destroyed in order to keep our planet a secret. Perhaps the Council will allow me to harvest some of his sperm before he is castrated, in order to breed more of his kind... 

Oh NO!! It looks like I may be too late! The massively muscular hunk is about to hit orgasm, and it appears that that may weaken him just enough to cause him to lose his grip on the pillars. Once that happens, there will be nothing holding up the ten TONS of weight on either side of him except for his ball cords. And mighty as they have proven to be, even this super stud’s ball cords of steel could not hope to hold up such an enormous weight, even for an instant. Yes, it looks like the extraordinary masculinity of our young muscle captive will be permanently ended in moments. Here comes that orgasm… 

Holy SHIT!!! Look at the SIZE of that gargantuan load!!! How can one man blast out that much cum?!? It’s unreal!! Those obscenely oversized bull gonads of his must be absolutely PACKED with the stuff!! What a shame that such a mighty load is being wasted on the cold stone floor! Man, there seems to be no end in sight to the amount of spunk that this hunky stud can pump from his monstrous bull balls! 


Yes sirree, there’s no way this beefy muscle hunk can keep hold of those pillars much longer while in the throes of such an earth-shattering orgasm. In moments, those mammoth bull nuts will be violently ripped from his body, even as his final, monumental orgasm thunders out of his enormous horse cock. *Sigh!* It DOES seem such a shame to destroy such extraordinary balls, but at least we get to experience the excitement of seeing such an awesome specimen of masculinity nutted for our pleasure and amusement… 



2006 - Piledriver

I think my favorite form of abuse to a man's balls is some form of blunt force trauma. This mighty stud is enduring successive hammer blows from a massive piledriver, the kind that drives piers into the earth. The series of images on the left shows how the resistance of the colossal orbs is being gradually worn down, the balls smashing flatter and flatter with each devastating blow, and growing an angrier and angrier shade of purplish-red as the bruising spreads across their surface. It won't be long now before his nuts are completely obliterated.

But judging by the quivering of his massive bull cock, he might just be able to shoot off one last magnificent load of his cum before his mushy balls burst open like a pair of rotten fruit.







2006 - Harvest Time

Ever since I was a kid, I fantasized about creating a stable of studs, males whose only purpose was to breed and produce even bigger, stronger, and handsomer males. In such a world, you would of course need to occasionally prune the less successful of their progeny...




Harvest Time


I am often asked how I can stand to destroy such a magnificent specimen of ultra masculine perfection as the beefy he-man you see suspended before you. The answer is quite simple – I can destroy dozens of men like this each day because my breeding program has advanced to such a stage that men such as this huge-balled stud are now the norm. Believe me, the truly exceptional studs we have in our stable make this handsome young buck look pathetic in comparison. We only allow the very best of the best of each new generation to become breeding stock. The remainder, like this massive man, are castrated upon reaching maturity at age 20, and then sent to the labor mines where their phenomenal strength is put to good use. 

2006 - Dragon's Sacrifice - Parts 1 and 2

Most of my artwork showcases those last precious moments of a stud's virile masculinity. But in this two-part series, I decided to also draw the moment of the muscular buck's unmanning -- in this case, when the dragon's colossal fangs plunge deep into the barbarian's ball meat. Such is the stud's awesome sexual power, however, that his mighty cock bursts free of the bindings encasing it, allowing him to jettison one final load of his prized spunk even as the dragon consumes his cum-bloated gonads.






Dragon’s Sacrifice


The barbarians of the Frozen North were renowned for their phenomenal strength, stunning beauty, and awe-inspiring virility. That was why the Imperium had been capturing the fierce barbarians for their breeding programs for centuries, hoping in time to create the perfect stud warrior to fill its vast slave armies. 

Thom, the 20-year-old buck shackled at wrist and ankle in the Imperial Amphitheater, was the pinnacle of the Imperium’s achievements, combining all the finest qualities of strength, stamina, beauty, virility, and sexual prowess that the Imperium desired in its stud slaves. The young man was fantastically muscled, each mighty sinew developed to its maximum potential and perfectly proportioned with the rest of his astounding physique. Built for strength and endurance, the young muscle man could withstand brutal punishments without lasting injury, and this quality had indeed been put to the test innumerable times over the two short decades of the young slave’s life. Thom’s astonishing masculine beauty was unsurpassed even among the other incredible male specimens produced by the breeding program, and he possessed the thick golden blonde hair and crystal blue eyes so common among the people of the North. Still, it was what swings heavily between the young man’s densely muscled, columnar thighs that made Thom a truly unique paragon of masculinity. 

Quite simply, the huge mass of meat hanging between the young stud’s legs was the largest set of male genitalia to ever grace a human being, and represented the crowning achievement of the Imperial breeding program. Even when completely limp, his prodigious organ hung down like a third leg, well over a foot long and thicker than a man’s wrist. When hard, the great beast of a cock was over 19 inches long and as thick as a club. Thom’s monstrous penis was so strong and powerful that, despite its great size and weight, it proudly arched skyward, the powerful muscles and tendons holding up that great organ seemingly defying gravity. The young man’s cock would have looked like a ridiculous parody of hyper masculinity on any other man, but on this young stud it was beautiful, perfect, and intensely masculine. 

In perfect compliment to his heroic member, Thom possessed awesome testicles so gargantuan as to defy belief, gonads so enormous that they had become legendary throughout the Imperium. Each titanic orb was so bloated and oversized as to be obscene, the massive nuts easily the size of a pair of ripe melons and heavier than a pair of bowling balls, a full 25 pounds of thick, dense, beefy ball meat that stretched Thom’s massive hairy scrotum down a full 8 or 9 inches from his crotch. These were mighty cum factories built for endurance, capable of manufacturing truly enormous quantities of his thick, hot, powerful spunk at an unbelievable rate. And just as with the rest of this young muscle stud’s rock-hard physique, his monstrous bull nuts were capable of enduring punishing abuse that would ruin a normal man a hundred times over, and yet still pump out buckets and buckets of his rich male juices. 

Considering his extraordinarily gifted physique, it therefore came as no surprise to anyone when Thom was unanimously selected to be the Chosen One to be sacrificed to the great Dragon. 

A large part of the past military success of the Imperium was due to its alliance with the Dragon, a fearsome flying serpent of unimaginable power. No enemy had ever survived against Imperial forces with the Dragon at their head. The fire-breathing beast could lay waste to entire cities in less than a day, and no weapon could pierce its thick, scaly hide. As long as this alliance remained in place, no one could stand against the mighty Imperium. 

As part of this centuries-long alliance, the Dragon demanded certain tributes of wealth and magic. The most important of these tributes was the sacrifice once every two decades of the Chosen One, a young man who embodied masculine perfection. Every 20 years, all of the hundreds of the male child descendants of the previous Chosen One are taken from the slave crèche by the Imperium and given special training and testing to see which one of them would become the Chosen One of his generation. Very early on, however, it was clear that no one but Thom could be the Chosen One of the current age, for his strength, beauty, and awesome sexual endowment were vastly superior to that of the other boys, who themselves were paragons of the male gender. 

The ceremony to select the Chosen One occurred two months prior to the actual sacrifice, and though the decision was a foregone conclusion, you could actually see Thom’s massive, muscular shoulders slump in resignation when his name was called. In the first month after his selection, young Thom was forced to mate with many hundreds of slave women. In fact, such was Thom’s super human virility that he was able to mate with over a hundred women a day, every day, for a full month, single-handedly producing more children in that brief span of time than most of even the best breeding males father in their entire breeding career. This forced mating would ensure that, in another 20 years, the greatest and most masculine of Thom’s sons would be selected to be the next Chosen One. 

Once the barrage of breeding was completed, Thom was taken to a special chamber where he has been kept for the last month, preparing him for the sacrifice. Most importantly, the young bull slave was prevented from cumming for the past 30 days, ensuring that his huge man fruits were absolutely bloated with too-long-held spunk. His gargantuan, turgid nuts would make a spectacular meal for the Dragon, a feast unlike anything the evil serpent had experienced before. 

It almost seemed a waste to destroy such an awesome, beautiful work of masculine perfection, but the Dragon must have its sacrifice. Besides, with all the male children that that young muscle man had so recently fathered, in two decade’s time there will be at least 1,500 more men just like him, sharing his great beauty, his awesome strength, and his unprecedented endowment and virility. The only difficulty will be making a selection for the Chosen One from a group of such exquisite masculine perfection. 

1993-1999 - Anvil of Tears (old version)

I found a small collection of my older drawings, probably dating back to my college days or shortly thereafter. My old stuff is easy to identify because (1) it's on college-ruled paper, and (2) the cocks and balls on my studs, while larger than humanly possible, hadn't yet reached the level of immensity and impossibility of my later drawings. :)

I thought it might be interesting to post some of these older works here for comparison purposes.

Oh, and I just noticed, I didn't complete this guy's legs. I tended to avoid body parts that I couldn't yet draw decently well, and to this day, I avoid hands and feet if I can help it. Definitely sexy parts of a man's body, but ones that I'm not that good at drawing.


Monday, April 14, 2014

2006 - Nutting the Barbarian Captive

Of all of my earlier works, this is one of my favorites. The handsome barbarian is supremely thick and beefy, and his huge uncut cock and massive, hairy balls look amazing as well. Most of all, I like how this moment is captured and suspended in time -- that moment between being a powerful and heroically virile muscle man and being a nutless, eunuch slave. 

Let me know what you all this so far, both of this image and the ones I've posted already. I'm only about halfway through the 2006 images, and still have the previously released 2007 and 2008 images to post as well before I get to the newer ones. 



2006 - Nut Log

When I began drawing heroic muscle man as a kid, I found profile views to be easier to draw than angled or frontal views, but I began to experiment more and more with body position and viewpoint. This is one of my earlier attempts at a full frontal view. 

This stud is chained between two pillars (just off either side of the page) and two massive, heavy battering rams are suspended by chains from the ceiling to either side of the big muscle man. His gargantuan and extremely low-hanging balls are positioned so that they are exactly in the path of collision when the two steel logs are released from the ceiling. He's already sustained countless demolishing blows from the pair of logs, making his huge balls heavily bruised and starting to lose their healthy egg shapes, but they're somehow still alive. Nevertheless, it's clear that they won't be able to survive much more of this abuse. 

I'm including two versions of the same image, the second with the original story written in the otherwise "free" space. A more fully-realized story is included below as well. Also, I know that I have an image of what happens one second later stored somewhere, and so I'll post that image some time in the future as well. 




Nut Log


Ah, here we have a particularly magnificent specimen of man. He is an Alpha Breeding Male, and he has spent the last four years working tirelessly in the breeding pens. Only the top 1% of males are ever allowed to be breeders, and only the top 1% of those men have the strength, stamina, beauty, virility, and sheer massiveness of genitalia to qualify as Alpha Males. 

This particular stud has had an illustrious breeding career, even for an Alpha Male. Since his 16th birthday, this young muscle god has bred with approximately three dozen women a day, fathering no less than 50,000 exceptionally gifted children, the maximum number of children allowed for even our most superb Alpha Males. And while most Alpha Males might hope that 2-4% of their male offspring will qualify as Alpha Males themselves, early tests are showing that 20% or more of this mega stud’s male children will become Alpha Males, an almost unheard of achievement. This male stallion has no doubt contributed spectacularly to the ever-increasing improvements to the human genome. 

But at the same time, we must be ever vigilant to prevent inbreeding, and so when any breeder reaches his maximum allotment of matings, as has this awesome sperm stud, he must be permanently removed from the breeding pool. There is no need to actually slay the breeder, as such beautiful, strong, and hugely endowed men are always in demand for everything from bodyguards to heavy laborers to sex slaves. So instead of disposing of the valuable breeders altogether, we simply destroy the source of their maleness, their big and bountiful balls. 

Any number of methods can be used to achieve this end, such as stretching the breeder’s balls with increasing amount of weights until they finally rip off, cooking them alive over hot coals or with massive amounts of electricity, having hungry beasts chew them from his body, injecting them with corrosive acid, hammering spikes into their beefy interior until they are ruined, or simply slicing the balls from his crotch. Personally, I prefer methods that pound, pummel, smash, mash, and crush a breeder’s balls into oblivion, and here we have an example of one of my favorite methods. 

As with all Alpha Males, this bound and spread eagled young muscle hunk possesses an exceptionally long natural dangle to his gargantuan testicles, so they’ve been allowed to dangle heavy, loose, and free for this final test. Two massive columns of solid steel, each weighing over ten tons, have been suspended by thick steel cables and hoisted up to the vaulted ceiling at either end of the dungeon. I like to use eunuch slaves to man the winches that raise up these columns, as many of them are former Alpha Males themselves and enjoy exacting revenge for their own emasculation on intact breeders. 

At the overseer’s signal, the slaves on either end of the dungeon release their battering rams simultaneously, allowing them to swing down from the ceiling with terrific velocity and truly awesome force. The two columns are aimed so that their faces will collide, but unfortunately for our stud here, his mighty, low-hanging bull balls are smack in the columns’ path of travel. Those massive baby makers are perfectly positioned to receive the full power of the collision, forced to absorb the full impact of the devastating and destructive blow. 

I prefer to use this method to destroy a breeder’s balls because it allows me to gauge whether the breeding program is succeeding in producing tougher and stronger men, and in particular, tougher and more resilient testicles. The average breeder can endure perhaps two dozen devastating blows from the columns before his balls burst asunder like a pair of oversized grapes, while a typical Alpha Male can endure far more, perhaps 100 or even 200 blows. The current record was established over a year ago by a particularly huge balled blond muscle stud, who endured a whopping 322 blows before his gargantuan left nut burst apart. His titanic right nut followed suit another dozen blows later, but then it took another 21 blows before his meat-filled ballsac finally exploded, spilling the broken and pulped remains of his once-magnificent balls onto the floor. It was an amazing spectacle to watch! 

Despite some special measures I have taken, this young muscle god has the potential to shatter that record. 

As an interesting test, and to place this beefy hunk at a severe disadvantage, I have ordered him to be prevented from cumming for ten days, an entire week longer than he has ever gone without shooting a load, making his swollen balls extraordinarily congested with too-long-held spunk. It turned out that this was a dangerous ploy, for his massive bull balls are mighty cum factories capable of producing truly vast quantities of sperm. By day six, his balls had swollen so full of sperm that they began to threaten to explode under their own intense internal pressures. Amazing! I even toyed with the idea of foregoing the battering ram test altogether, and just seeing how long this stud could go before his own super human virility caused his own balls to split asunder. But somehow those mighty orbs have survived the ten days, and are now ready to face their final test. 

With balls so heroically packed with sperm and semen, I thought it might take only a few dozen blows from the columns to make those frighteningly swollen bull balls burst. But this young stud has proven to be far tougher than any Alpha Male I have yet seen. After over four hours and 289 blows, his mammoth nuts are still going strong. 

And not only are they enduring, but this stud’s hyper virile balls have pounded out over a score of the most colossal orgasms I have ever seen! Every ten minutes or so, the relentless pummeling of his nuts causes the huge stud to blow his wad in the most spectacular fashion, pumping out buckets of spunk in an orgasm that lasts several long minutes. 

Ironically, even with the monstrous quantities of spunk that the young hunk has already ejected from his massive ballast tanks, it’s doing little to reduce the extreme internal pressures that have built up in those gargantuan nuggies. His own incredible virility may yet be the cause of his own destruction. Ah, but it almost seems a waste to destroy such powerful bull nuts… 

However, all good things must come to an end. The huge man’s mammoth orbs are already terribly bruised and battered, glowing an angry purple-red from all the abuse. Their formerly rock-hard solidity has been gradually eroded, and they have become progressively more soft and squishy, even their awesome durability and stamina proving to be no match for the relentless pummeling. With each terrific blow, the steel battering rams sink deeper and deeper into the powerful and beefy ball flesh, squashing the massive orbs flatter and flatter with each strike. Even now, the mighty gonads are beginning to lose their perfect egg shape, starting to become mushy and lumpy as they are slowly reduced to rubble. Though they still have a tremendous amount of strength left in them, it’s only a matter of time before this young muscle god’s balls, the biggest and most powerful gonads we have yet developed and the seat of his awesome masculinity, are burst asunder and destroyed forever. 


Yes, it almost seems a shame to destroy such a paragon of masculinity…but in less than 20 years, there will be thousands more Alpha Males where this one came from! 

2006 - Monster Cock vs. Monster Plant -- Parts 1 and 2

Here are two images in a row that retell the tale of young Karl and the man-eating plant. The second drawing is one of only two images that I ever bothered coloring (using colored pencils). The coloring came out okay, though the stud's skin is more yellow than it is pink. 




Monster Cock vs Monster Plant

Lord Tartarus was famous for his menagerie of dangerous beasts and carnivorous plants from all over the world. One of his favorites, however, was a species of man-eating plant that subsisted on a diet of male spunk and ball meat. In the wild, these plants used their clever camouflage to lure their prey, where their thick, thorny vines, nearly as strong as steel cables, could be used to snare and to entrap their victims. 

These carnivorous plants feed on whatever male prey they can find. When mere seedlings, this prey may include rodents and small mammals, but as the plant grows, it tackles larger and larger prey, including large game animals and even large carnivores. But no plant in the wild had ever matched the mammoth, monumental size of the specimens in Lord Tartarus' collection. The evil warlord had fed the gigantic plants a steady diet of the spunk and balls of wholly mammoths, cave bears, and Brahma bulls for decades, until the plants had reached such a stupendous size that just keeping them adequately fed was a challenge. Lord Tartarus now sacrificed the balls of dozens of male slaves each day to the ravenous plants, and they had developed a taste for man flesh. 

These carnivorous plants have a number of different ways in which they may feed, and the method used frequently helps determine how long a food source can survive in the plant’s thorny clutches. 

One of the most benign ways for a plant to feed from its prey is harvest its cum without destroying the male's genitals. The best such feeding method involves engulfing a male's penis in one of its enormous, muscular suction tubes and rhythmically sucking, squeezing, and constricting the male to orgasm. Depending on the strength employed by the plant, this method of sperm harvesting can either be highly pleasurable for the victim as it caressed by the silken folds of the suction tube, or excruciatingly painful as his cock is all but crushed or torn out by the root. Indeed, it is not uncommon for an overzealous plant to destroy a male's penis in this fashion, often resulting in the death of the victim. The plant's suction tubes are also lined with row after row of razor sharp retractable teeth along their entire length, and if the plant does not choose to keep its jagged teeth retracted, then it can rend and shred even the mightiest, meatiest crank to ribbons in mere minutes. 

Some plants will wrap one or more thorny vines around the base of the male's balls and tug on the nuts in order to help stimulate a male to orgasm. The tugging itself can frequently become agonizingly painful if the plant does not properly gauge its strength and pulls too hard, and it’s not uncommon for a plant to tug so viciously that it tears a male's nuts clean from his body, ruining him as a further source of liquid nutrients and often killing him in the process. 

Overall, however, a tough, resilient, and big-balled male can survive indefinitely under this method, providing his host plant with multiple servings of his male essence. 

A second and usually harsher method of milking a male's sperm involves the plant using a second suction tube to engulf the male's gonads. Once firmly enveloped by the suction tube, a man’s balls are subjected to the same squeezing, contracting, undulating, and constricting action of the muscular appendage as the plant tries to crush the ball juice directly from a male's testicles. In most males, this rough, rhythmic stimulation results in increased sperm production and helps to speed ejaculation. Usually, the first suction tube, latched tightly around the male's penis, catches the load that is eventually released, but at other times the male is allowed to shoot directly into the creature’s huge central maw. 

In theory, a male could survive this treatment for an indefinite period as well, but this is sadly rarely the case. The power of the suction tube is so strong that the delicate and tender tissues inside testicles of most males succumb rather quickly and are soon crushed and destroyed. Only the biggest, beefiest, and toughest nuts survive this treatment for very long, and even they are sooner or later destroyed, collapsing under the brutal pressures. 

It goes without saying that, should the plant employ its teeth in this milking method, a male's balls are quickly ruptured and reduced to so much broken ball meat. The large and razor sharp teeth sink deep into the heart of a male's ball flesh as the plant chews and sucks the sperm right out of them. If this occurs, then even the largest and most burly balls can be quickly chewed and destroyed by the multiple lines of razor sharp teeth, creating a protein-rich meal for the voracious plant. 

Only a few males with particularly gargantuan and powerful balls have been known to survive such treatment for any length of time. A typical human male might last 2 or 3 days, a week at the most. Larger beasts have been known to last longer, with the most spectacular example being a gigantic cave bear that endured nearly a month of repeated milkings before its huge balls finally gave out and exploded spectacularly within the plant's suction tube. 

But all of the plant's previous victims, man and beast alike, pale in comparison to the one currently shackled in the dungeons and breeding pens of Lord Tartarus. Karl, the handsome and strapping young warrior from the frozen northern wastelands, has proved himself to be the greatest of all survivors. 

Karl was born in the unforgiving frozen steppes of the distant northern wastelands, one of the only regions of the world that was still free from Tartarus' tyrannical rule. In this inhospitable land, only the biggest, strongest, and bravest survived, and Karl was no doubt the biggest, strongest, and bravest man ever to be produced by this harsh land. Karl stood a full 6’6” tall and weighed a whopping 385 pounds of pure muscle, making him the largest and most muscular human male that anyone had even seen. This fact was even more extraordinary considering that Karl was only barely out of boyhood and had not yet reached his 20th year, and so was still growing. 

The young lad had quickly become a legendary warrior and hero among his people, fighting Tartarus' monsters and troops along the contested northern border, and even famously rescuing several hundred slaves from captivity and leading them to freedom in the north. While this constituted nothing more than a most minor annoyance to Lord Tartarus, the cruel and evil despot would not suffer any challenges to his reign, and so placed an enormous bounty on Karl’s handsome blond head. As the young warrior continued to evade pursuit, the bounty for the young man’s capture grew larger and larger as Karl's fame and notoriety grew. 

As time went on and Karl continued to evade capture, new stories about the massive young warrior started reaching the southern lands. Tales had already been circulating for several years regarding the young warrior's extraordinary, super-human strength, his gargantuan and perfectly muscled physique, his tremendous skill, cunning and bravery, and even his dashing charm and unsurpassed masculine beauty. But these new tales concerned something else entirely – Karl’s sexual endowment. 

These stories first began after the young warrior visited a village where Tartarus' soldiers had invaded and slain every last male in the village, leaving the women to grieve the loss of their men and the knowledge that their people would die out within a generation. When this stunningly handsome and massively built young man suddenly appeared in their midst, the women considered him a gift from their gods, and they begged of him a gift of his seed so that they might someday grow strong again. Karl agreed. But here was where the story went from the heroic to the legendary. Karl didn't lay with just a couple of dozen women. No, he laid with all 200+ women in the tribe . In one night. And got every last one of them pregnant with his supremely powerful seed. It was said that By the end of the legendary night of love making, every woman in the village was supremely satisfied, and Karl was still hard and dripping and ready for more. 

Stories of Karl's awesome virility spread like wildfire, and it soon came to pass that Karl couldn't visit a village or a community anywhere without women clamoring for the gift of his seed. Within a few months, soon untold hundreds of women were pregnant with Karl's progeny, and he found himself pursued by ever larger crowds of hopeful women. 

Eyewitness accounts of Karl's prodigious virility soon filtered to Tartarus' ears, and what he heard strained the limits of possibility and belief. According to these tales, Karl was supremely and heroically gifted, and that he possessed a cock larger than that of a stallion, and gigantic balls that would make a prized stud bull jealous. He was built for sex, and could fuck all night long, pumping out dozens of massive, awe-inspiring loads without rest. Karl’s cock was described as a brutally huge and thick weapon even when flaccid, measuring over a foot in length when completely soft. When hard, that monument to masculinity was said to be over 20 inches long, solid as a rock, and thick as a man’s arm, with a thick tracery of veins covering the gnarled shaft and a head the size of a man’s fist. If such stories were true, then Karl’s gargantuan cock would be the ultimate paragon of masculinity among both man and beast. 

But the stories didn’t end there, for Karl was also said to possess a pair of meaty testicles of legendary proportions, gonads so huge that they defied belief…and the ability of clothing to contain them. Each gargantuan nut was said to be the size of a ripe melon and filled to near bursting with raw power. They were contained in an enormous and extremely hairy ball sac, which was stretched to extraordinary proportions by the sheer weight of the two mammoth balls contained within. Karl’s nuts were said to hang down like a pair of enormous, overripe fruit, creating a natural dangle of a full 8 or 9 inches and making his balls appear even more massive and vulnerable at the bottom of their elongated sac. 

Tales of Karl’s hyper masculine virility were of equally legendary proportions. As the stories went, one of Karl’s super human orgasms could last up to five minutes and produced over a gallon of the thickest, richest, gamiest spunk imaginable. The young warrior’s cum was said to be so packed with sperm that it was nearly pure white and had a consistency approaching that of tapioca. 

Lord Tartarus knew that these stories had to be gross exaggerations of the truth, but he also knew that if even one-tenth of the tales were true, then Karl must certainly be the most gifted man in the entire world. And the evil and cruel warlord knew that he must possess this young warrior. 

The despot focused a large portion of his nearly limitless resources on Karl's capture, and even then, it took another three months before the clever and wily young warrior was caught, and even then it was only because the young man was betrayed by someone he trusted. The defiant young warrior was finally subdued and captured by Tartarus' forces, bound in heavy chains, and brought before the evil warlord. 

Thus it was that Lord Tartarus learned that every last story he had heard about Karl was true, and actually fell short of adequately describing the mighty young muscle god!  

That was more than a year ago. Karl has languished as a captive of Lord Tartarus this entire time, stoically enduring every torture and humiliation that the evil warlord could contrive. The overlord spent the first month testing the mettle and worth of his fantastically muscular captive, pushing the young warrior’s phenomenal strength and endurance to the limit, and doing the same with the gorgeous muscle man’s awesome virility. 

Within a few weeks of Karl’s capture, after Tartarus had had his way with the muscle lad in untold hundreds of ways, the despot picked one of the youngest cum-eating plants from his menagerie and assigned Karl as its sole food source. Even young plants had voracious appetites, and Tartarus at first worried that even Karl would not be up to the task of feeding the hungry plant. Tartarus was also concerned that Karl’s huge bull nuts might simply be too big for the young plant to feed on. But in the end, the young plant stretched its suction tube to the limit and somehow managed to engulf one of Karl’s colossal nuts, chomping down with its small but incredibly sharp teeth and nearly choking on the deluge of sperm that poured down to its waiting maw. At that same moment, as Karl bellowed in terrible agony, and the largest load that Tartarus had yet seen began to erupt out of Karl’s massive schlong in a huge, lush stream. The young plant almost drowned itself in Karl’s male juices, and was quickly filled to the limit, leaving the creature so satiated that it did not need to feed again for another full week. Karl's load was so colossal that the plant couldn't contain the entire volume of stud sperm, and a large puddle of spunk formed around the plant from the cum that overflowed its central maw. But even this sperm would not go to waste, as it soaked into the soil around the plant and enriched its roots. 

After this extraordinary performance, Tartarus realized that he possessed the most extraordinary stud bull in the world, and he decided to not let the young man go to waste. The young man was placed into a regimen of brutal tortures designed to milk his gargantuan balls of their powerful manly fluids. Tartarus began using the young warrior’s extremely potent sperm to impregnate his enormous stable of female breeding slaves. Karl's loads were so massive, and even a small volume of his spunk was so powerful, that Karl was soon producing an overabundance of his thick spunk. By carefully portioning out Karl's rich sperm, Tartarus was able to impregnate every woman in his enormous slave stables -- more than 3,000 strong -- in less than two weeks. The wicked despot collected Karl's excess effluvium in casks and barrels that were specifically designed to preserve his fluids, and he sent out his raiding parties to capture more and more women for his breeding program, and the stable began to grow exponentially in order to accommodate all of these women. His breeding stables doubled in size, and then doubled again, in an effort to keep up with Karl's seminal output. But Karl’s awesome virility outstripped Tartarus' ability to locate and capture breeding mares, and so he started storing the excess spunk away, quickly beginning to accumulate what would become a vast reservoir of sperm for use in later breeding programs. 

Karl continued to be the sole food source for the juvenile carnivorous plant, and the young muscle lad was chained before the plant once a week to provide his powerful sperm deposit. After just a few weeks of feeding on Karl’s immensely beefy  and sperm-packed bull balls, it quickly became clear that the young man’s spunk was amazingly rich and powerful, for the plant began to grow faster than any Tartarus had seen before. The plant had doubled in size in the first two weeks, and then doubled again by the end of the first month, and then doubled AGAIN by the end of the second month, reaching a mature size that, in the wild, took more than 10 years to achieve. Even Tartarus' hothouse-raised plants, glutted on a rich diet of cum and ball meat, took at least 2 YEARS to reach maturity, and yet Karl's super-human spunk was so rich and nutritious that, by himself, he had coaxed the swelling plant to maturity in only two MONTHS. 

The frequency of the feedings began to increase as the plant grew, first to twice a week, then three times a week, then four, until by the end of the second month, the creature was feeding on Karl’s awesomely potent spunk once a day. By this point, the creature had grown large enough that it could suck both of Karl’s monstrous nuts into one suction tube, feeding on both of his huge nuggies at the same time – though it was more common for the creature to use two suction tubes, engulfing one great nut in each, and chomp down on them in that fashion. 

The creature had also learned that brutally crushing and chewing on Karl’s huge balls caused the massive muscle man to shoot a truly mammoth load, which the creature harvested in yet another suction tube that engulfed the entirety of Karl’s gargantuan horse cock to catch the entire load. 

Karl’s obscene bull nuts continued to survive all of this abuse, and in fact almost seemed to thrive on it. His monstrous balls were so strong that they survived each brutal feeding unscathed, and were so virile that, despite being milked of their weighty contents every day, still had gallons and gallons of spunk left over for Tartarus' cruel breeding program. The young man healed at an incredibly accelerated rate, allowing his balls to heal completely between feedings. 

Time continued to go by, and Tartarus was amazed by both Karl’s strength and endurance, and the potent power of his stud cum. After two months, Karl had already more than doubled the endurance record of any man or beast, and his power and sexual stamina showed no signs of flagging. The creature continued to grow at a phenomenal rate, doubling again in size in another two months, and yet again in two more months. By the end of six months, the creature was the largest man-eating plant that Tartarus' menagerie had ever produced, dwarfing all other specimens, and its growth wasn’t even beginning to slow. And STILL Karl was going strong and showed no signs of succumbing to the brutal abuse. The feedings had increased to five or six times a day, draining incredible amounts of spunk from Karl’s huge, bloated bull nuts, and STILL Karl had sperm to spare. Tartarus began to suspect that the rate of sperm production in Karl’s gigantic balls was actually increasing under the unimaginably brutal abuse, their output accelerating in order to keep up with the constant drain on his nuts. The evil overlord wondered just how much sperm the young muscle hunk could make a day. 

Karl continued to grow as well during his captivity, his enormous frame filling out with even more muscle. The young muscle man had already started out as the largest man Tartarus had ever seen, outweighing his largest and most muscular soldiers by almost 100 pounds, but as time went by, the young man's colossal muscles swelled bigger and bigger. The young warrior gained an average of about 10 pounds of muscle a month, and so by the end of his first six months of captivity, Karl now tipped the scales at just over 450 phenomenal pounds of muscle. Tartarus almost drooled over the prospect of an entire army of such brutally massive and masculine men, who were even now growing in the wombs of more than 20,000 captive slave women with more being added to their ranks every day. 

Time continued to pass. Six months became seven, then eight, then nine. The creature doubled once again in size to truly colossal proportions, and the number of feedings increased to almost 20 times a day – nearly once every hour! Karl was now kept permanently shackled in the plant's chamber, as the frequency of the plant's feedings no longer allowed time for him to be moved to other areas in the dungeon. Tartarus couldn’t believe that even a man with balls as enormous and powerful as Karl’s could provide the sole source of nourishment for a man-eating plant of such huge dimensions. He estimated that it would have taken the cum - and balls - of more than 100 men just to meet such a large plant's minimum food requirements, let alone to allow the plant to grow even larger. 

By nine months, however, Tartarus noticed that the amount of cum he could harvest from Karl for the breeding program was steadily declining, and he knew it would not be much longer before the hunky young warrior only had enough thick splooge for the creature. 

Nine months grew into ten, then eleven, and then nearly twelve months. The creature doubled in size yet again, straining the capacity of the huge chamber that it inhabited, and was proving very difficult to keep under control. Several handlers, expertly trained at raising and nurturing these dangerous carnivorous plants, lost their balls (and in two cases, their lives) in unfortunate accidents. The colossal plant was no longer content with just one food source, and was actively reaching out for any creature that happened to wander too close to its thorny wines. 

The number of daily feedings had also doubled to 40 or more times a day, with the creature feeding twice or sometimes even three times an hour. Karl’s super human, powerhouse bull nuts were being pushed to their limit to supply the extraordinary sperm demands of the creature, but they were still managing to produce untold gallons of the thick and rich spunk every day. The brutal feedings were starting to wear down the super-human stamina of even Karl's behemoth balls, however, and the wear and tear was starting to show. Karl's huge balls did not have enough time between feedings to completely heal, and the plant's hundreds of sharp teeth were now so large that with every feeding they plunged deep into the very heart of Karl's gargantuan gonads. The surface of the young man's colossal balls was now covered with the scars of literally thousands of puncture wounds, and even if the feedings were to stop immediately, Tartarus doubted that those scars would ever completely heal. For that matter, Tartarus wondered if the frequency of the feedings was doing other permanent damage inside those massive testicles. 

Not that it mattered, for Tartarus knew that Karl's days - or at least, his balls' days - were numbered. 

The young warrior stud had long since ceased having the extra sperm to donate to the breeding program, and Tartarus knew that he wouldn’t even be able to keep up with the dietary needs of the creature in a matter of a few weeks at the most, maybe even less. Lord Tartarus had witness countless times before what happened to a man-eating plant when it was not receiving the nourishment it craved. The plant would become even more vicious with its milking, using ever more brutal extraction methods until it eventually destroyed it host male. Knowing that this time was fast approaching for Karl and his gargantuan host plant, Tartarus decided to try a little experiment, one that was all but guaranteed to end in Karl’s spectacular emasculation. 

On the one-year anniversary of his first plant feeding, Karl was removed from the dungeon chamber. It took several dozen handlers to beat back the furious plant as its food source was taken away, and four handlers were killed in the process, but they successfully brought Karl out of the chamber. Karl had not been out of the plant chamber for more than three months, and the young muscle man was visibly worn and exhausted. Nevertheless, the 450-pound bull stud was kept in heavy chains lest he try to break free and escape. 

For the next two weeks, Karl was milked continuously for the breeding program. Tartarus confirmed to his own amazement that the young man's already super-human rate of sperm production had indeed increased under the year of steady milking and feedings, and he was now producing such vast quantities of thick man juice that his hot, sticky spunk was soon overflowing every container that Tartarus could find to store it in. By the end of the two weeks, Tartarus knew that he had enough of the young he-man's supremely powerful spunk to supply his breeding program for the next two decades, more than enough time for Karl's own male children to take his place in the breeding stables. Already, more than 5,000 male children had been born to his slave mares, and many thousands more were on their way. 

At the end of the two weeks of constant milking, Karl was locked in a special chamber and prevented from cumming for seven full days. This was five days longer than he’d ever gone without cumming in his entire adult life...and at least 6 days and 12 hours longer than he'd gone without cumming in the past year of captivity. 

Lord Tartarus checked in on Karl periodically over the week to see how he was doing, and was amazed at the change that he saw coming over the young muscle man’s huge stud nuts. They were now producing spunk at such a phenomenal rate that by the end of just the first day, they had become visibly swollen with semen. And as the additional days went by, Karl’s brutally bloated balls swelled larger and larger still, storing what must indeed be an awesome quantity of sperm. The swelling of Karl's balls was becoming so pronounced that, by the fourth day, Lord Tartarus began to fear for the safety of Karl’s huge nuts. They were becoming massively bloated, and the overlord realized that there was a very real danger that the young man’s beefy balls could actually explode under their own internal pressures. And as much as the evil overlord would have enjoyed such a spectacle, and the irony of the powerful northern warrior being unmanned by his own godlike virility, that was not the overlord's goal. Lord Tartarus was determined to wait out the week, and he had his prisoner closely watched as the nearly unbearable pressures continued to  increase in Karl’s aching and extremely tender bull nuts. Lord Tartarus knew that, by the end of the week, the young man will have redefined the term “blue balls”. 

The end of the seven days finally arrived, and Karl’s humongous nuts had swollen to one-and-a-half times their normal, already gargantuan size. They were so turgid and heavy with spunk that they stretched his scrotum to heretofore unimagined dimensions, hanging now full 12 inches from his crotch and swinging literally between his knees. Karl’s cock had remained rock hard from the very outset of his seven days of forced abstinence from cumming, and the nearly two feet of bloated man meat had been continuously drooling precum since the second day. Now, at the end of the seventh day, the precum was literally flowing out of Karl’s cock in a constant stream, a thick, clear river of seminal fluids that had created a huge, slippery puddle on the cold stone floor. Unfortunately, even this vast quantity of precum did little to nothing to reduce the agonizing pressure in Karl's screaming nuts. When Lord Tartarus visited his handsome captive at the end of the seventh day, knew that his favorite prisoner of all time was ready for his final feeding with his host plant. 

The colossal plant had meanwhile been starved in the three weeks of Karl’s absence, not allowed to feed on anything or anyone while Karl was being prepared. By the end of the fortnight, the creature was mindlessly and ravenously hungry, making it extremely violent and temperamental. Perfect for what Tartarus had planned…  

When Karl was brought back to the feeding dungeon, the creature recognized him instantly, and began flailing violently in an attempt to get at the young man’s beefy and painfully turgid bull nuts. Tartarus very nearly lost two of his best guards as the creature tried to rip them off of the feeding platform, but both men were very lucky to dodge and escape the creature’s grasp. The massively muscular young warrior was shackled in place, and then slowly lowered to within the reach of the man-eating plant. Lord Tartarus took his place at his viewing box, and waited for what he knew would be a spectacular, unforgettable show. 

The creature lost no time and immediately began to reach out with its vines and grasp around the base of Karl's supremely bloated bruisers. Even the lightest touch to his swollen balls caused Karl significant agony, and the rough squeezing and stretching of his heroically aching balls caused by the thick, thorny vines was enough to make the young muscle giant bellow in agony. At the same time, the squeezing and stretching of his bloated bull nuts intensified the young man’s need to cum, and Karl’s thunderously hard horse cock began pouring out even greater quantities of thick precum. The creature, nearly mindless with hunger and not wanting to waste a drop of the male's essence, quickly moved a suction tube into place to catch the slick precum and the impending deluge of cream that would no doubt soon erupt from that massive, muscular penis. 

Tartarus' eyes widened as he realized what the plant was doing, and the realization brought a smile of pleasure to the evil overlord’s face. Instead of drawing the huge balls into one of its suction tubes, the creature was attempting to draw the massive, bloated, and cum-engorged bull balls directly into its huge central maw, intending to feast not just on the titanic supply of sperm stored in those massive baby makers, but also on the gargantuan meat of the balls themselves. 

The creature began the slow and excruciatingly painful process of pulling the swollen, cum-engorged balls toward its maw. It wrapped more and more vines around the base of the horrifically engorged orbs, adding greater and greater force to the pulling action. The vines themselves threaten to rip Karl’s balls from his body, as they would have long since done to any other man or beast, but Karl's mighty ball cords prove to be every bit as tough as the rest of the muscle man, and they hold out against the brutal tugging and stretching. Lord Tartarus holds his breath as he watches, confident that Karl's mighty ball balls are strong enough to be stretched far enough to ensure his nuts’ doom within the waiting maw. 

Shortly, Karl’s tightly packed bull nuts will be in position, and the creature will close its great gaping maw around the massive gonads and experience the greatest feast it has even known – at least 20 pounds of incredibly meaty and beefy balls along with a truly colossal store of pent-up, potent super sperm. As the great jagged teeth of the beast plunge deep into Karl’s thick and tough ball flesh, gallons and gallons of cum will erupt from the wounds and flood into the creature’s waiting gullet. Just the initial bite alone may be more than even Karl’s super stud nuts can take, particularly in their dangerously cum-bloated state, but there was no doubt that even Karl’s bull balls could not survive the subsequent crushing, crunching, and chewing that would ensure, which will quickly reduce Karl’s awesome balls, the seat of his super human strength and masculinity, to so much mushy, meaty plant food. 

Lord Tartarus grinned in evil anticipation of the show he was about to witness. He also reveled in the fact that, down in the dungeon’s many crèches, the first of many waves of Karl’s children had been born healthy and strong, and in approximately two decades would no doubt prove to be every bit a match for the strength, beauty, and virility of their father. Tartarus knew he would enjoy many, many such spectacular performances in the future…  


If Karl has any hope, it is in his extraordinary, super human virility. Karl’s bloated bull balls now contain a truly unbelievable volume of ripe, too-long-held fuck juice. So there is a remote chance that when the creature bites down on his turgid stud balls, the sheer size of the load released might be enough to choke the massive plant to death and burst its enormous gullet. But even Karl couldn’t truly be THAT virile!  Could he…?