The Anvil of Tears
The hunky Marine had already endured countless blows to his nuts from the huge sledgehammer, amazing his captors with the power, strength, and resiliency of his incredibly tough bull balls.
But even gonads as enormous and powerful as these cannot endure such horrific abuse forever, and the young blond musclegod could tell that his bloated bull nuts, his greatest pride and joy and the source of his awesome masculinity, were only a few mighty blows away from rupturing and bursting in their over stretched ballsac. The gargantuan orbs were already frighteningly swollen and somewhat mushy, covered in angry red bruises that were beginning to turn purple, and their strength was sure to fail soon.
Though his hopes were fading, the handsome young Marine prayed that his comrades would locate this hidden dungeon and rescue him in time to save his big beefy balls.
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