Chapter 7

We were kneeling before the god, the three of us, in this order: Giancarlo, Janet, and I.

I watched the blonde, Aryan god jerk off his monster dick until the veins almost exploded around that virile tube, and then, without effort at all, he bent his monster down, aiming at Gian, and unleashed his unbelievable torrent of dick sauce.

His semen was indescribably thick, powerful, and superior. In a single spurt, the massive, ultra-muscular body of Giancarlo was conquered by Johnny's semen, completely submerged in the white god's stew, and Johnny gave out only the briefest, most pleasant of grunts as dozens of gallons, almost fifty liters of boiling stew gushed from the tip of his prick with the strength of a geyser: "Uuurhm!!"

I watched that heavy soup blast Giancarlo's body, and the semen was so thick as to almost be solid! Every inch of that mantle of ball-gravy boiled and bubbled with the insane temperature from Johnny's burning balls, and the curtains of steam that rose from it were thick, asphyxiating, almost poisonous.

Janet went crazy on my side. I could feel her womb getting impregnated by Johnny's superior semen already. "God...!! God...!!" He licked her lips, bit them until blood came out, and tugged her breasts until they were gushing milk on the blond god's thighs, which soon got covered by her motherly juice. "So strong! Oh, this penis... this penis of GODS!!"

Johnny grunted slightly yet again, and Giancarlo was a mountain of semen, his golden, bronzed body completely drowned in the broth of a superior Alpha male.

Johnny gripped his penis just slightly, and I felt like he willed his balls to stop cumming. The juice got trapped in the middle of the cock, accumulating under the giant's colossal grip, and just like this, very delicately, he walked to Janet, aimed his prick at her breasts, and blasted enough semen to completely cover her in ten seconds.

Ten seconds was how long his second spurt lasted, and ten seconds was all he needed to submerge the woman's body, with all her massive tits and colossal ass, in his virile gallons of bull-god cum!

By the time he walked over to me and aimed his teenage-sized penis at me, I was mewling and moaning like a woman, and my white body was burning red with feminine heat for me. "Please, god, breed me!"

He didn't **** me with the wait before blasting his third load, a ferocious slurry of ball juice that covered my body like a waterfall of milk and honey, and I counted fifteen seconds before every inch of me was covered by his semen.

The monster flexed his muscles, touched his own body, and then he proceeded to blast his loads more liberally, creating a stream and a flow of cum that completely wiped out Giancarlo's semen from the room. He transformed that room into yet another pool of semen, but it was all his semen now, and I could feel, under his gallons of load, the man shooting his loads on the ceiling and the walls, marking his territory, and replacing his rival's jizz with his superior, stronger loads.

"We're done here."

Next thing I knew, the three of us were being carried along Janet's penthouse to its second floor, which was still clean and good as new, though very steamy.

There, he bred us like an animal. There was no tease, no romance, nothing of the sort. There was only an animal and his three broodmares, and he bred us all until we begged him to stop—in thirty minutes.

Yes. Half an hour, I remember, was all it took him to destroy our three naked bodies. The monster calibrated his fucking perfectly to break through our defenses and ruin us. In thirty minutes, he had sent his message: "There's no way for you to win here. You're my toys now. Whatever fucking you thought you were capable of, it was just a joke, just a play. I'm the fucker here. I'm the breeder. And I will make you hurt and make you cum until I'm satisfied with your bodies. You cannot give me pleasure. You will never give me pleasure. The best of you can do is amuse me, and once I'm bored with you, that will be it."

I woke up to find him impaling him Janet with his dick. He was Janet, and the busty blonde was dripping with his semen. "Please, stud...!!" She clang to him, trying to tear his skin with her nails, but that man was made of iron, and she was but a sex doll made of wet sponge next to him. "Bless my womb with children!"

I watched Johnny lower her pussy towards his erect cock. The monster was standing, and Janet was squirming on his two hands, and even her massive breasts looked small next to his terrifying frame.

When the god cracked her pussy lips, her entire body swelled to accommodate him. I saw the impressive, intimidating length of his veiny cock rise to her cervix, then break it…

"OH, GOD!!! FUCK, YES, PLEASE!!!"

... and make the goddess squirt a gallon of juices on his balls as he proceeded to inflate her womb with his Johnson, and then penetrate her deeper, deeper, and deeper until her womb was throbbing next to her heart, and her body had been transformed into a mere condom, the thinnest layer of skin around his virile length.

"Beg."

Janet spent then next ten minutes begging to the god to breed her, seed her, impregnate her, and to replace every trace of semen from any other man she had ever known, and she screamed and wailed until she went hoarse, and throughout his whole ordeal, the stallion didn't thrust, he didn't move his penis at all—though he didn't need to, for the constant throbbing of his cock was enough to give that woman more pleasure than the combined cocks of Giancarlo and I ever could.

"Good." The monster uttered, quite simply, and then he unleashed a demonic stream of cum inside that woman. Fuck. I sweat I had never seem that much semen before, even though Giancarlo and I were laying on yet another pool of his creation, and the sperm growled and churned in her belly until it bloated her bigger than a yoga ball, then bigger than two yoga balls, and Janet grew as big a a car before the semen was sprayed out furiously from her pussy.

Johnny's superb testicles swung under the heavy bath of their own semen, and the god moved his hips a little, rocked by the sheer pleasure of his virile ejaculations. "Uuurhm!! Uuuurhm!!"

For ten minutes, I saw him ejaculate inside that body while Janet's consciousness vanished little by little, second after second. "You... are... the only man... that exists!" She cried out, finally, and her body went totally limp.

Johnny had done in a few minutes, without a single thrust, what Giancarlo and I had failed to achieve in almost 30 hours of continuous, unbroken breeding.

Janet was the strongest woman in the world, and she had been vanquished like an after-thought.

When Johnny cast her out of his penis and threw her on the ground like a cheap street whore, my heart skipped a few beasts as I saw, first, the colossal volume of cum that exploded from her pussy, enough of it gushing in such strength as to act like a rocket pushing her against a wall, and then, secondly, I saw the pillars of white stew that burst ferociously from the muscle god's titanic cock, splattering more semen on the ceiling than one thousand bulls would able to match, and then, thirdy, I saw his muscles vibrate and expand as the god pushed his penis down with a single hand and jerked off for an extra ten minutes, blasting Janet's swollen body with more servings of his virile dick, giving her a thorough sperm bath while Giancarlo and I were slowly carried away by the stream of his superb stew.

"Uuurhm! Uuurhm!! Uuurgh!!" The god groaned with every pump, but he never lost his cool or let his orgasms get one iota stronger than what he deemed appropriate.

Next to him, we were like horny children, incontinent field mice who were completely unable to master their own cocks and lord over our own libido.

"Now, you two." When Johnny was done, his body glowed hotter and bigger than before. It was like he was transforming into a literal god, a superhuman being before our very eyes, but this was just the effect that a good nut had one him. "On your feet."

We rose immediately. He hadn't penetrated us yet, only worked out our bodies with his muscles and his horse dick.

He commanded us to be on his side, and we did so: Giancarlo on his left, me on his right, and then he almost made us bust out loads by grabbing our big cocks and jerking us off so lovingly.

I was shocked by how soft and tender his touch was. There was no doubt about his grip, but that man was a real lover, a true stud, and he made his bros feel as welcome and desired as any of his women.

There were no words as we locked our bodies to his massive frame and sought his face with our lips, which the god generously gifted with many, many kisses.

Johnny kissed Gian, then kissed me, and he kissed us with the full length and might of his tongue, reigniting the semen production on my balls with his expert touch, and in a mere minute, fuck, our testicles were as full and bloated as if we hadn’t nutted a single time... in our whole lives!

Our bodies were glowing red with pleasure, pressure, and sexual tension. Each of us had one arm wrapped around Johnny's god-like physique, clinging to him like he was some kind of over-muscular, fleshly three, and with the other arm, we sought his penis—but the god denied us.

"Do you think you're worthy of touching my cock?"

"N-no!" We whimpered.

"Do you think your cocks measure up to mine?"

"Of course not, my lord."

"Then keep your feminine hands out of my monster penis." He grinned, and then he made us moan by jerking us off in a way that felt indescribable, like each jerking motion was always a circular pump that went all the way back to our colossal nuts, stirring the semen inside them with greater vigor and energy.

We were pissing off precum after five minutes of that cock ****—and it was ****, indeed, enough to make our legs go numb and our mighty bodies to collapse next to him.

The god wrapped his giant arms around our muscular torsos and continued to jerk us off while holding our bodies on his side, thousands of pounds of bull muscle like a feather next to him.

"Scream for me."

The place shook and the walls cracked as he roared like lions, though our roars carried the most submissive, bitch-made words imaginable, like we were his preteen whores, and we submitted to him in every way a man can submit to another verbally: we called him god, we declared that he was bigger and more powerful than the gods, we lavished praised to his superior nuts, noting how fat they were, how powerful they looked, and how potently he brimmed with semen, and we wished for his semen like mana from heaven; he begged for him cum in ways that even made him blush, like he was cringed by our devotion.

"Do you want to cum?"

"Y-yessss......." At this point, we too were liquid; we were like sponges on his arms, flowing under his armpits and his flexed biceps like spineless worms, giant balls turned to pudding.

"How much cum are you going to make for daddy?"

We. Could. Barely. Speak.

"Much... much cum... lots of cum, master!" Giancarlo kissed his pecs and moaned at the touch and squeeze of his bicep around his waist. "We will cum virile liters for your pleasure!"

"I will produce so much jizz... you will be proud of me, daddy!!" When I looked at Johnny, I saw not a man, but my own father made into a GOD. "I will cum the most semen I have ever cummed in my life, and you're going to approve of it, master, and you're going to love me like your dearest whore!"

We couldn't help ourselves but to touch his impressive balls, and his testicles were the biggest they had ever been, far more voluminous than bowling balls while retaining their smooth, sensuous egg-shape.

"Show daddy the power of your balls, kids, and the quality of your semen."

We didn't cum. Not on our accord, that is, and not by our own choice or will, but instead, he made us cum exactly on his own terms: with a grunt and one final, long, vigorous pump, the god "activated" our semen fountains as easily as flipping a switch, and the semen gushed out of our cocks endlessly.

He aimed our monster pricks at Janet, who was a mountain of his own cum at that point. Our loads added to this mountain, making the semen grow and flow outward, the sheer weight of all that accumulated cum too much for it to remain stable.

The ground was bending under the cum. Again: too much of it!

We came and came and came until this cumming became another ****, and the horse showed us he wouldn't let us stop cumming until he was pleased with our produce, or until he'd gotten enough sadistic enjoyment of our wailing and dick-****.

"God!! Please!!" Giancarlo's eyes were bulged out, almost popping from his bloated, red skull. "That's too much...!! That's too much semen!!!"

I saw his testicles getting small and shriveled, and they flowed up to his crotch, then inside it, almost like Johnny was sucking his testicles into his hips by the strength of his jerking motions, and the same was happening to my testicles, which miraculously continued to produce semen after ten minutes of shooting.

Our loads were impressive, and seeing them made us feel less awful about our predicament. "See how much cum you boys can produce." Johnny spoke to us like a proud father, and he milked for a total of eighteen minutes until he realized we were very close to passing out, blacking out for good. "Uurgh. Good!"

We felt the pleasure rising in that bull. He was getting sincerely aroused, honestly horny by our virility. In the end, I was the one to set the limit to his ****: my balls were half their usual size by the time the 18th minute drew in, and they were all veins and tubes, like giant raisins, as my softening cock struggled to produce more than a few ounces of jizz with every pump.

"You're almost cumming like a normal man," Johnny commented, and we couldn't help by to laugh at this while Giancarlo, much to his own despair, was still nutting several liters with each pump. Truly a superior god, he was, though his superiority meant that Johnny could **** him much longer. "Go to sleep, little man."

Like he had done to Janet, Johnny handled my cock in a way that had me ejaculate my organs, my guts, my whole damn soul out. I was producing no more than 100mL of sperm with every pump, and then, that last pump saw me ejaculate almost half a gallon.

"Ooooorrrrhhhh-GOD!!!!!" I cried, and every inch of my body unraveled. I became an eel having a seizure on his arm, and after that, I don't know what happened, for everything went dark, and I passed out.

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Daddy threw Jason's body on the giant pile of our semen over Janet's body when he was done milking him.

"He's a good boy, but you're so much bigger, aren't you? And so much stronger?"

It was my turn to get milked like a cow by him, and I was amazed by daddy's tenderness and lust as he embraced me from behind and fondled my giant pecs with his hands like they were Janet's vast and milky bosom.

"You're got incredible muscles. I've never seen a man so big and so hard, and your cock is second only to mine." He purred with his deeper-than-god's voice in my neck, FUCK, and my prick turned into a volcano as his voice rumbled all over my body, striking every nerve in me with pleasure, GOD, and I was crying!! I was crying and I was mewling for him as he placed his monster cock between my thighs and slid it under my balls, making me cum ever harder with the feeling of his throbbing veins rubbing against my still-turgid balls.

"Do you want to feel my cock rubbing between your thighs?"

I couldn't speak. I could only pant the gusts of air that vaguely made out my lusty response: "Y-y-yeessss!! Y-yesssss!!"

I turned to pudding as the god slid his penis back and forth between my legs, striking me with countless multiple orgasms as my dick gushed, gushed, gushed liters of semen at every pump, and my dick was still so hard that it blasted the semen on the ceiling, cracking it with the sheer potency of its jets.

Daddy masturbated my nuts with one hand while grabbing, then pushing down my cock with the other. "Such an impressive, virile dick."

His praise was greater than any other pleasure his flesh made me feel. He milked me against his cock, and I saw how his tip moved so far ahead of mine when he thrust his penis completely between my legs, half a foot of god-cock longer than mine, and so so sooo much thicker!

His white dick was so much fatter, veinier, harder, and powerful! Oh, mommy, he was such a god!!

The stallion growled and fumbled my body as he watched my virile ejaculations go on and on and on until infinity, testing my limits and my strength, and he bent his knees as little to rub his testicles against mine; to push his massive, fat balls against my shriveling, deflating ones, and GOD, I felt all of his semen, such large oceans inside of his testicles, that my heart was both joyful and fearful, my soul was deathly afraid of him, and I felt like a virgin girl about to be impregnated by a literal bull.

"Do you feel my orbs, so much stronger, so much fuller of rich, nutritious cum?"

I couldn't answer. I could only roll out my tongue, gasp, and sweat buckets while a came.

The god kissed me incessantly, and his hands made pancakes out of my muscles as he pressed them and squeezed them, enjoying my body just like any woman's.

"Do you feel how easily I can make you suffer? How completely under my control your body is?" He squeezed his giant fingers around my cock, pressing both of our monsters together, and pushing his monstrous balls against my mine hard enough for me to feel the raging storm and the vibrating stir of his millions, billions of gallons of cum. "Let's cum together."

The god just wanted to humiliate me, I knew it, showing me just how much more semen he was able to gush, but I didn't care. Feeling his penis pump, throb, and ejaculate under mine was a wave of pleasure that nothing or no one ever matched before or since.

The giant stallion grabbed the under-belly of his penis with one hand and the upper surface of my cock with another hand, and then he pumped us both with godly strength and divine skill, and I swear I almost blacked out when his first load raged through his prick and made both it and his balls vibrate under my ass like he had inserted a dildo in me.

I cried, I came, I screamed, and my liters of cum were suppressed by his dozens of gallons. I pumped, and one liter came out. He pumped, and 50 liters gushed!

"Oooouuuh!! Oooouurhh!! Ooooouurhh!!!" My lion roared just like this: a lion! And my body went numb over his penis, but this was no problem to him, as he carried my full weight with the sheer strength of his hardened, cum-spewing prick, and when he stood up straight again, I felt my feet leave the ground, and my squirming, trembling, spasming body orgasm while sitting on his dick like on the back of a horse. "Feel the power!! Feel the god!! Rooaar!! Roooaaarr!!!"

My stud nutted for god-knows-how-long, and before I knew it, I was thrown onto the pile of bodies and cream, passing out just after a fat load (several gallons big!) hit me square in the face.