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Vise Crunch Grunt GUSH
The Emperor was famous for his stable of stupendously muscular, masculine, and endowed slave warriors of every shape and description. It was rumored that the immortal Emperor had used his massive slave stables as breeding pens for at least the past five millennia, producing ever more handsome, muscular, and heroically sexually endowed men that he could torture and castrate for his amusement, using cruel and brutal punishments that only a twisted and evil mind with more than 5,000 years of experience and experimentation could produce.
Recently, the Emperor decided to have a contest of strength and will, and pitted over 100 of his best and favorite slave warriors against each other in mortal combat, promising a reward to the one gladiator who survived. The cruel Emperor watched the spectacle with a smile twisting his lips, as over 100 of the hottest, handsomest men to ever come from the breeding program viciously grappled and fought in one grand, chaotic melee. After hours of heated battle and score after score of grisly, pointless deaths, only one man remained standing, one victorious gladiator who had proved his strength and battle prowess superior to all the other phenomenally beefy warriors on the field.
The victorious warrior, whose name was Thom, was one of the Emperor’s greatest achievements in breeding, a veritable monument to uber masculinity. Standing just over 6’5” tall, the 20-year-old warrior had just over 425 pounds of ultra dense, rock solid muscle packed on his massive frame. The hugely muscled young stud was one of the largest men ever produced by the breeding program, as well as one of the handsomest. Moreover, the gorgeous, hairy-chested hunk was also one of the most massively endowed of the Emperor’s slave warriors, with a monstrous, hairy horse cock measuring a full 16 inches long completely limp, and an unbelievable 24 ½ inches long -- just over two FEET -- when erect! The majestic cock was nearly as thick an average man’s leg and was as hard and solid as steel, the thick tracer of veins up and down the mighty shaft only adding to the cock's brutal masculine beauty. Even more impressive than Thom’s enormous pulsing man meat were his gargantuan bull balls, each the size of a large ripe melon and hanging extraordinarily low in one of the hairiest ballsacs that the Emperor had ever seen.
The victorious young muscle god was brought before the royal dais, and the warrior slave stud bowed deeply to his Emperor. The Emperor smiled and announced the young man's prize -- death by torture and slow castration at the hands of the Emperor himself!
What followed was more than three days of brutal torture and torment before a bloodthirsty audience, for the massive arena was packed with citizens eager to watch the slow destruction and emasculation of such a massive, handsome, and horse hung young muscle stud.
The bull studs of the Emperor's slave pens were mighty beasts indeed, and Thom was exceptional even by the Emperor's supremely high standards. The young man's awesome strength and stamina were put to the ultimate test, his phenomenally muscular and nearly invulnerable body taken to extremes of pain never before suffered by a mortal man. The Emperor used and abused every inch of the young man's glorious physique, but he spent the greatest amount of time and attention on Thom's only true weakness -- his massive monster balls. Though many hundreds of times tougher and more resilient than a normal man's balls, Thom's melon-sized nuts were still the most vulnerable part of his anatomy. And as the very wellspring of his heroic masculinity, his huge, hairy balls just made too big and too tempting of a target for the Emperor to ignore.
Any normal man would have perished within the first hour of the horrific abuse, and even most of Emperor's legendary bull studs would have been broken and destroyed before the end of the first day. But even after three full days of tortures that no man or beast should have conceivably been able to survive, young Thom was still going strong, stoically enduring every abuse that the devious Emperor could inflict.
The Emperor was delighted and extremely impressed by the super human strength and endurance being displayed by this star bull stud, and after three days of tortures, he decided to "reward" the young muscle god with a piece of "jewelry". A massive vise of solid iron was wheeled into the arena on great logs. The vise weighed nearly a full ton and took a team of 40 muscular stud slaves to bring into the stadium. The vise was opened wide, and Thom's monstrous, beefy bull balls were placed within the opening between the two huge iron plates. The top plate was slowly cranked down onto Thom's huge, hairy balls until they were compressed and firmly wedged between the two plates, crushed to slightly more than half their normal astounding thickness.
Then, much to Thom's horror and the crowd's obvious delight, the Emperor ordered the manacled and spread eagled stud slave hoisted into the air. The team of 40 muscular slaves began turning the crank that slowly lifted the massive young muscle stud into the air. The young man began to struggle and fight against his bonds with more fury and desperation than he had during the previous three days, for as he was hoisted upward and with his balls inescapably trapped within the massive vise, his huge, hairy scrotum was forced to elongate more and more as the distance between his muscular crotch and gigantic squashed balls was increased.
Thom's normally 6-inch ball dangle was stretched to 7 inches, then 8 inches, then 9 inches. The crowd was powerfully stirred by the sight of such a phenomenal stretch to the young hunk's massive nuts, and they wondered if the Emperor intended to nut the young bull by pulling his massive balls off from his magnificent body.
Ten inches, then 11 inches.
The iron vise remained firmly rooted to the floor, while Thom’s screaming stud nuts were stretched farther and farther from his crotch. Thom’s hairy scrotum was stretched dangerously thin, and his incredibly tough ball cords pulled perilously taut, and STILL their stretching continued.
Twelve inches!
Thom's nuts had been stretched to more than TWICE their already prodigious natural dangle, and the cranking continued. The young man was now thrashing violently in his restraints, his massive and powerful muscles bulging and flexing in a magnificent display of hyper masculine glory.
Thirteen inches!!
The young muscle god had already broken the previous record for stretching a man's balls, but Emperor wasn't done yet, for he ordered Thom hoisted higher still. Surely even this young super stud's huge and powerful balls couldn't hope to survive much more of this abuse!
Fourteen inches!!!
Just when it appeared that Thom’s huge nuts would simply be torn from his body by the sheer weight of the torture device, the massive vise quivered slightly, and then began to actually lift into the air, supported solely by Thom’s awesomely strong ball cords. A collective gasp was uttered by the crowd at the incredible, impossible sight, and more than one spectator spontaneously creamed his toga at this display of raw masculine power.
As Thom was hoisted skyward, the phenomenal strength of his thick ball cords lifted the massive iron vise aloft as well. The bottom of the huge vise cleared the sands of the arena floor, and then inch after inch of space could be seen growing between the vise and the ground. Finally, when the vise was hovering more than a foot in the air, the Emperor finally ordered the team of slaves to stop.
Amazingly, the huge young muscle god was indeed supporting nearly a ton of steel by his balls!
The Emperor resumed his torture of the impossibly beefy and handsome young bull. Every so often, the Emperor would give the vise a crank or two, incrementally bringing the two iron plates closer to one another and further squishing the two monster balls caught in between.
Hour after hour went by, and still young Thom endured. The young man's strength and stamina far surpassed even the Emperor's wildest dreams, and he was nearly mad with lust as he continued to torture this singularly stunning stud.
Finally, after another three days and many hundreds of brutal, agonizing tortures, the Emperor prepares to begin the final phase of Thom's punishment. After 72 hours of suspending the massive vise by his nuts, Thom's colossal balls have been slowly stretched farther still, reaching a truly mind-blowing stretch of 22 inches from his muscular, sweat crotch, well past the stud's knees! The awesome stretch was utterly profound. Thom's hairy scrotum was stretched to a gossamer thinness over his straining bull nuts, and every grainy, veiny detail of the huge twin orbs was visible through the over-stretched skin. So, too, were the thick and supremely powerful ball cords that anchored and tethered those mighty nuts to the young man's muscular body. The massive vise now dangled a mere three inches above the sandy floor, but for Thom's straining balls, it may as well have been 100 feet -- his balls absolutely refused to stretch any farther, and thus were forced to continue supporting the tremendous dead weight of the iron vise.
One thing is for certain -- even if the Emperor were to cease the tortures immediately and remove the vise from Thom's balls, his monstrously overstretched nuts would never hang at "merely" six inches ever again.
The three days had also seen a steady reduction in the space between the two plates of the vise. Thom's 8+ inch thick nuts had been compressed to 4 inches, then 3 inches, then 2 inches, and were now compressed to less than 1 inch, reducing them to a pair of thick, meaty pancakes. Thom's enormous balls bulged grotesquely out the sides of the vise, huge bubbles of ball meat squeezing out from all sides of the cruel device. The young man's goliath bull nuts looked like they would burst like ripe fruit at any moment, but the Emperor knew that those massive orbs could still take a lot more abuse. A whole hell of a lot more.
The Emperor had been so impressed by Thom's performance that the young muscle god had been forced to ejaculate scores of times over the past 48 hours, milking his gargantuan nuts of their precious baby batter for use in the Emperor's breeding program. The cruel Emperor had never seen a stud slave to compare with this young paragon of masculinity, and therefore decided to harvest Thom's supremely powerful seed to father the next generation of mighty stud slaves. Even while in the throes of a lust he hadn't experienced in centuries, the Emperor was wise enough to not risk destroying the pinnacle of his breeding achievements without first ensuring that he could create more men like this unparalleled super stud.
As with all other aspects of this mighty bull stud, Thom proved to possess a virility that far surpassed anything that the Emperor had seen before. Just the sight of his first ejaculation alone insured that tales of Thom's legendary virility would be told for thousands of years to come. And after more than 60 such orgasms, Thom's place in the pantheon of demigods was secured forever.
The Emperor only actually harvested the first 20 or so loads from the young bull slave. The gallons and gallons of ball spew so collected were placed in specially manufactured jars that would preserve the young man's seed for future use. Thom had already provided enough splooge to supply the Emperor's massive breeding program for decades to come, but the Emperor didn't stop there. The size and sheer magnitude of Thom's loads amused and titillated the Emperor, so he continued to rape the young stud of his manly fluids long after he had collected all the sperm he needed. Thom's bountiful balls seemed more than willing to cooperate, producing a mighty overabundance of pearlescent spew. The Emperor allowed these additional loads to erupt from Thom's mighty cannon of a cock unimpeded, and the thousands of spectators were amazed by both the volume and tremendous power of the young man's ejaculations. Each of the young man's mammoth wads of spunk was larger than what a normal man could produce in a month, and blasted forth with such force that each tremendous rope of spunk could clear dozens of feet before falling to the hot sands. By the end of the two days of steady milking, the young man had soaked the ground before him to a distance of more than 25 feet, and the sands directly before him had long since been churned into a sticky morass of wet sand and sperm.
After six days of continuously torturing the most magnificent man beast that his breeding program had ever produced, the Emperor decided that it was finally time to bring his prolonged game to a close. With infinite slowness and patience, Emperor began to slowly turn the crank of the vise, inexorably squishing and crushing Thom’s mighty, super human nuts by small degrees. The Emperor wanted to feel every moment of the massive balls' destruction -- the crumbling of their outer walls, the weakening of the meaty flesh, and the final and ultimate bursting of these most mighty of man orbs.
Hours pass, and Thom's magnificent, mammoth bull nuts were ever so slowly crushed to a mere ¾ inch thickness. Their tough membranous walls were perilously close to rupturing, and the bulging bubbles of his huge balls had turned so dark red that they were nearly purple.
More hours tick by, and the huge balls were crushed to just ½ an inch thick. Sickening and ominous-sounding crunching and crackling sounds could now be heard coming from within their dense and supremely beefy interior. Though the twin baby makers were still whole and solid, who knew how much permanent damage they might have already suffered by the unimaginably brutal crushing. But the Emperor showed no mercy and no sign of letting up, and continued cranking the plates of the vise ever closer and closer together.
As the evening of the seventh day of tortures draws near, Thom's most mighty of gonads, those colossal balls of unsurpassed size, strength, and virility, had been crushed to a mere ¼ inch thickness! The normally melon-sized plump orbs had been squashed into two incredibly flat meat patties, but they still refused to burst. The mighty balls were clearly at the end of their resilience, however, and were almost visibly quivering with the titanic struggle to keep from rupturing. Tiny stretch marks were visible all over the gossamer-thin scrotum, and the protruding bubbles of squashed testicle meat looked ready to pop. Any further compression of Thom's mighty balls, even by a hairsbreadth, could spell their doom.
The Emperor savored the moment, pausing before the final turn of the crank to admire the tremendous, awesome beauty and majesty of this most magnificent of bull studs. He wanted to burn this moment of time into his memory forever, that utterly powerful moment before his most prized stud bull became a ball-less steer.
The Emperor then notices that Thom's mighty two-foot horse cock, which had never grown the least bit soft even during the most brutal and violent of tortures, was starting to throb and pulse in the unmistakable signs of an impending orgasm. Somehow, through all of the torture and agony and with his balls on the razor's edge of destruction, the heroically virile young muscle stud was going to achieve a spontaneous orgasm! The Emperor was profoundly impressed, and he delighted in the fact that his young stud bull was going to have on last orgasm, pumping out a final, glorious load to be spilled on the uncaring, sperm-soaked arena floor. He wondered if the titanic force and power of his orgasm, and the corresponding ejaculatory contractions in his perilously crushed nuts, might be enough to cause the young man's balls to finally explode. The cruel Emperor thought it would be poetically fitting if the handsome muscle god was unmanned in the end by his own freakishly powerful virility.
One way or another, though, one thing was certain - Thom's days as a legendary bull stud were fast coming to an end. Whether by crushing or the young man's own extraordinary virility, his once-mighty masculinity was about to come to an abrupt and spectacular end, his proud and beautiful bull testicles obliterated between the jaws of the vicious iron vise.
