Chapter 10

With great struggle, my master aimed his prick on my back.

‘Time for your bath, big boy.’

My massive, muscular chest was pressed against the ground, my anus hurting and my red buttocks throbbing thanks to the pain of a penetration that had just a while ago ended.

My gigantic master —the biggest, most muscular, most ripped, and well-endowed male in the world— aimed his horse-sized prick at my back, where it kept expelling his thick, powerful semen.

The super male had been coming for over ten minutes straight, and still that didn’t seem nothing to him.

I heard his powerful, throaty roars as the sperm flowed up again through his urethra, at the speed of sound.

His balls were the size of Easter eggs; actually, they were slightly bigger, more like ostrich eggs, but immeasurably heavier, like bowling balls made of solid iron.

The male roared some more, feeling the spunk flow through his immense prick.

Even with the sperm running at over 150 miles-per-hour, he needed a lot of time, almost an eternity for the spunk for flow all the way up through his gigantic dong.

The monster, after all, had sixteen inches of cock —more cock that a literal stallion, and weighting the same thing as three or four equine pricks.

My master was a horse —and his divine seed would be unloaded with the strength of a volcano in my naked back.

I tried to scream, to shake my ass with pleasure, but through my mouth still flowed the dozens of pints of semen my master had ejaculated nonstop on my anus.

My body, though a prime sculpture of muscles and male power, seemed at the time swollen like a balloon, with over a full gallon in my guts, another gallon in my stomach, and an extra gallon in my throat —each gallon, mind you, weighing about a hundred pounds.

At that moment, I had literally over three hundred pounds of seed added to my body, and all of them were still being expelled through my mouth and anus, both stretched wider than it would be anatomically possible for any human being.

While I counted the microseconds for my master to ejaculate, I spit out all the spunk he had injected on me.

The liquid was thick; almost impossibly hard, as if my master came cement.

I opened my mouth, but the monstrous volume didn’t simply flow out on its own; I needed to flex my abs and squeeze my belly so that it slowly, like a giant slug, emerged out through my lips, my nose, even my eyes, as if several huge dicks were flowing out of my body.

In terms of sheer density, my master’s spunk was twice as thick as my own—which was already stupidly dense on its own right, mind you!—, and no less than twenty times the hardness and consistency of a normal man’s.

It was no exaggeration to say, therefore, that a drop of his semen was worth the full loads of other ten, twenty virile men —and my master, oh, was far from being a guy who came “just” a drop.

With a final roar, the bull announced the spunk bursting again from his prick. I felt as if my very soul was split in half.

My eyes swirled, sinking into my brain. If I were just like any other person, I would have died there, right in that instant.

Through my mouth, the spunk was expelled in extremely high speed. ‘Goooorshh...!!!’ I writhed while I felt the thick broth running like trains through my throat.

For a second, my consciousness disappeared —and soon it returned, of course, just to suffer under that massacre of semen from my Alpha male.

My monster roared and jerked himself off. His prick unloaded a true river inside me, so wide and long that its urethra could fit about five fingers of a really big hand.

The male closed his own eyes and roared to the skies, being swept away by such divine pleasures.

My body started to sink on the ground, so intense was the pressure on my back. Within moments, I heard that prick swell and throb with greater strength.

Holy fucking shit! That cock was so huge and powerful that I literally could hear my own muscles working!

There were more thick veins covering it than the wole arm of a bodybuilder.

‘Ooooorrrhhh!!!’ The male roared. His prick expelled gallons with no end.

The best comparison I can make about its power is with a fireman’s hose (even though there was no firetruck in the world able to stock the same loads of spunk that male produced.

In just five seconds, I felt the pile of sperm growing on my back. My body had already sunk some five inches in the ground, so huge was the pressure of that broth.

The spunk covered my head and started dropping like waterfalls from my forehead. The pile of semen on my back was already some three feet high.

My master smiled and jerked off with just one hand, manhandling his insatiable prick, which just couldn’t stop ejaculating.

Wild animals fled the forest, for the masculine smell of that semen was enough to scare away any Alpha male in a radius of about ten miles.

The mountain of sperm had grown to over seven feet-high —and it only kept growing and growing, indefinitely.

‘I never came like that with any woman!’ My male spoke very casually. ‘I can never release more than 5% of all my might with any normal human being! But you can take it, heh, big boy? You can take everything, can’t you? Ah, I know you can! Your flesh is like my flesh; your blood, as perfect and high-quality as mine, and you’re gonna take all my spunk without taking or even complaining, for you’re a superior Alpha male, just like your old master here! You ... are a true stud!’

I screamed under all that spunk, which weighed over my had as if a rhinoceros had sat on it.

I didn’t resist the temptation of opening my mouth and literally biting that marvelous spunk, chewing it like it was a very tasty meat.

The taste of that sweet spunk was the taste of pure masculinity! I could never taste or prove a male any more perfect like that one!