Friday, October 13, 2023
Morphs 154
Even though it's a Friday the 13th in October when this post will hit, I'm actually uploading it way back in mid April!! With this post, I'll be uploading the final photo morphs that I have completed as of April. With any luck, between then and now, I'll have created some more drawings or morphed photos; otherwise, this blog may be hitting a bit of a dry spell again. If that happens, then please bear with me, and know that I WILL return at some point. I always do... :)
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It would be so satisfying to prove to the first guy how catastrophically wrong he is about how tough his balls are.
ReplyDeleteThis adorable young fireplug of stud muscle would like nothing else than for you to test out your strength on his monstrously huge and ferociously tough bull nuts. That said, he's never had someone actively trying to wreck his oversized manhood before, so he may be woefully unprepared for the amount of hurt you intend to bring.
DeleteThe handsome and hunky lad is even stronger than he looks, though, so you'll have to restrain him in some way so that he won't be able to fight you. I'd love to hear how you're prepare the scene so that you can get unfettered access to his freakishly huge balls and equally massive cock.
I'd also love to know what you'd intend to do to him, so show him just how "catastrophically wrong he is about how tough his balls are". What would you do to his balls? What devices, implements, or aids would you employ? Would you work alone, or as part of a ball-wrecking team?
And ultimately, how far would you take the abuse of this unsuspecting young man's heroic he-man balls. Just rough 'em up a bit, leaving them heavily bruised and battered but otherwise intact, and proving to the cocky young punk that his huge testicles aren't as invulnerable as he thought? Lay on some serious hurt, causing long-lasting or perhaps even permanent damage, but leaving him with at least one intact bull nut? Or will you take it all the way, hammering away at the cute stud's epic manhood until there's nothing even remotely resembling a pair of healthy human gonads between the stud's muscular legs, but instead just a messy, bloody stain where his humongous huevos used to be? I'm really eager to hear your intentions... :)
He sure is a cocky muscle jock. He was so convinced of his own toughness, he was easy to break.
DeleteI’ve seen him around, this young muscle jock, a senior like me, barely 18, but 18 enough. I remember him bullying me when we started high-school but he clearly doesn’t remember me. I’m just another anonymous beta as far as he’s concerned. He doesn’t know my name. I know his.
DeleteI happen to be with him in the locker room of the local 24 hr gym - what luck! It’s late, just us. He’s about to shower, when I begin to chat. I’m super polite, admiring his physique, complimenting him, making him feel good, and our conversation gets more personal, I ask him questions about how big his balls are. I tell him I’m trying everything to get to his size myself (as if!), but I heard big juicy bodybuilders get tiny balls, especially if they’re using gear.
He’s getting irritated and determined to prove himself so of course he’s going to show me, just to prove me wrong. He proudly slips off his shorts, revealing an incredibly large, if a little musky, pair of balls and an equally impressive dick.
I follow this up with some more compliments, admiring how big and tough his package looks. I ask him if they hurt when they get hit because they look so sensitive. He shrugs and smirks and tells me ‘no’, then he asks, or commands, me to give them a punch to show me.
I laugh, like he’s joking, but he assures me he’s deadly serious, so I do as he says. He stands with his arms behind his head, his deep sweaty pits exposed, and he lets out a deep bro laugh and says it’s barely a tickle. I do it harder, but I deliberately hold back, each time he’s yelling at me to give it a proper hit. He’s getting frustrated that I’m not letting him prove how tough he is.
I apologise and explain to him that I’m worried that if I hurt him he’ll turn on me and beat me to a pulp. I watch him unable to resist flexing as he smugly tells me I’m not going to hurt him that bad. Then, as if on cue, he offers to let me restrain him so I have nothing to worry about. Luckily I just happen to have some cable ties in my bag from a science project I’m working on - would these do? I have scissors so I can let him go afterwards.
Science?! What a nerd. He laughs, but he’s up for it. We go to the shower and he holds himself in a cross, letting me attach his arms to the pipes and then his ankles, stretching him out like a St Andrew’s Cross, an X.
Go on bro, hit me! He smirks, his dick looks a little fuller now, he’s getting excited. I look awkward and step away from the showers, he thinks I’m leaving him there and calls me a pussy.
DeleteI come back in, with a claw hammer. He looks a little confused as to how I got that so quickly, I can see him sweating. I tap it lightly against his nuts, he recoils a bit, but remains steadfast, then I slam it into his nuts. I feel them squish a bit, but this single hit that would explode a normal dude’s junk barely makes an impact. He looks pained, but laughs it off and spits saliva as he tells me how weak I am.
I go at it again, and again, and again. Each time I feel a squish and use a force that would obliterate most men’s babymakers, but his just hold. Making my hammer bounce off like vulcanised rubber. His beefy meathead muscles twist and writhe from the pain each time. He’s getting tired, but it’s mostly from standing in an X, not from the ball busting. If anything, my shoulder is hurting more than his nuts.
I can’t do this, I tell him. Your eggs are too strong for one man to break. He spits at me, deliberately this time, calls me a loser, and tells me to untie him. I walk out, and again he mocks me. Telling me it’s normal that I’m scared of him - it will always be that way with gods like him.
That’s it. I was going to leave him. Let him be humiliated by being found like this by the poor bastard who has to open up the gym. But an anger overtakes me and I decide to continue with plan B.
I walk back in the shower room, and all the blood drains from his face, and his dick. He sees me standing there, not with a claw hammer, but with a jackhammer.
DeleteHe starts to pull at the ties, but industrial plastic is surprisingly tough, even for a beefcake like him. He begins to beg and whimper, a pleasing look of terror and confusion on his face, like poetic justice for how I felt as a freshman. I flick the switch to start the machine and it drowns out the noise. His mouth moves, his eyes dart all over, he begs, but I can’t hear him, I only hear the rhythmic growl of the hammer.
It’s hard to say what happened next. It felt like slow motion, like a Quentin Tarantino movie, except it was clearly not a very memorable performance. The blade of the hammer connected with his dick, slicing and mangling that off in an instant on its way through to his balls. There were a few seconds of grinding as it found its way into them and an explosion of blood as chunks of his virile, 18 year old gonads covered the shower room, followed by a crunching noise, and then a spray of deconstructed wall tile and plaster hit me in the face. I must remember to wear safety goggles next time.
I wiped the dust from my eyes and saw him, hanging there with his head dropped down, sobbing, and just half a cock hanging and bleeding between his legs. I’m sure if they manage to save anything of it, he’ll still be around average size, lucky for him. I calmly packed up my bag, showered the dust off, got dressed and left.
When I got home, the moving truck was in the driveway, all packed up. My parents had already gone to bed - we had a long day ahead of us the next day, moving far away from that small town, many hours across the country.
I would never find out what happened to him. It clearly didn’t make national news. Not newsworthy or hushed up by an embarrassed community where things like this don’t happen to nice young men like him.
DeleteI see him on social media these days, still in Nowheresville. He’s still built like a brick wall, not married and, of course, no kids. I’m pleased to see he’s done okay for himself. He’s got his own construction business now, specialising in plumbing and demolition.
Holy fucking hell, that was a scorching hot story!!! Do you write other stories, and do you post them anywhere? Cuz I'd love to read more of your work!
DeleteI love the way that you tricked him into letting you tie him up, and then how you absolutely laid WASTE to the hunky stud's gigantic cock and balls! A fucking JACKHAMMER!?!?! FUCK!!! His devastating good looks and beyond massive physique were not enough to save him this time...
I don’t write regularly anywhere, just bits here and there, always anon. This was a gift to you to say thanks for all the work you put in. Glad you enjoyed it ;)
DeleteI certainly did, and I thank you most sincerely for the gift!
DeleteI find myself unable to choose a favorite from between the first two.
ReplyDeleteI think I'd like to see them playing with each other. The first one clearly likes it rough, and the second looks tough enough to both take it and dish it out. It would make for quite the show.
Yes, they're BOTH particularly attractive young men, aren't they? And I love your idea of a match up!
DeleteYes, that blond rugby stud is extremely tough and loves proving the power of his manhood by inviting big guys to lay into him on a nearly daily basis (and then giving it back in return when their blows to his huge balls inevitably fail to bring him to his knees).
But the hunky blond lad may be biting off more than he can chew if he goes up against the smiling young stud in the first photo. Have you seen the SIZE of those guns!?! The sheer amount of raw masculine power in those impossibly beefy arms is out of this world!! He might be able to succeed where others have failed, and be able to not only bring the rugby stud to his knees, but actually CRACK his insanely tough gonads as well!
>:)