Captive of the Cyborgs - Chapter 8 - The Second Night Begins

Eric is back! He's survived his first night of torture by the evil Cyborg Dalton, and now he's ready for round two! :)

This is just a short teaser chapter -- another, much longer chapter gets posted tomorrow.

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Captive of the Cyborgs – Part 8

The Second Night Begins

Eric was left bound between the two huge trees as the sun rose in the east. The young man was almost delirious with pain and exhaustion, and the Cyborg knew that the young man had no means to escape his unbreakable bonds. Dalton then left the meadow without a word, but Eric knew that the evil Cyborg would be back before long. 

The handsome young male remained hanging by his chains for the entire day, under the blazing light of three suns. Temperatures on the jungle planet soared during the day, amplified by the nearly constant 99% humidity, and even Eric’s hardened and toughened body was drained by the extreme heat. The many thick layers of his own gelatinous spunk served to cool his skin for the first hour or so of the morning, but but the heat soon dried out the young man’s massive slugs of sperm, turning them into a gummy crust that coated the majority of his glorious body. Eric looked a sorry sight indeed — exhausted, covered in a cracked and flaking layer of his own dried spunk, his distended and still half-hard cock arching powerfully over a pair of gargantuan bollocks so profoundly swollen and deeply bruised as to barely appear human! 

As the hours slowly ticked by, though, a remarkable change came over the young man’s brutally beaten balls. Their extreme swelling very quickly subsided, and their color improved over the course of a few hours until they had returned to their healthy pink and tanned color. By noon, there was no visible sign at all that his colossal gonads had just experienced the most severe beating that any man’s genitals had ever suffered, and survived! The young stallion’s powers of recuperation were extraordinary indeed! 

One of the planet’s frequent tropical rainstorms hit in the early afternoon, lasting almost an hour and succeeding in washing the multiple layers of sperm and scum off of Eric’s fantastic muscles/ The rain also washed away the majority of Eric’s exhaustion, and his proud defiance once more shined through. Even when the rain stopped and the temperatures once again soared into the upper 140’s, the young bull remained proud and erect within his chains, mentally and physically preparing himself for the night’s coming tortures. 

As the fiery orb of the primary sun began to set in the west, Dalton finally returned to the peaceful meadow. He arrived piloting his own spacecraft, expertly landing his ship next to Eric’s own derelict escape pod. The Cyborg found young Eric just where he left him, firmly secured at ankle and wrist with massive chains and suspended between two mighty jungle trees. 

Dalton could tell even at a distance that the young man had recovered from the previous night’s abuses. Eric’s spirit and energy had returned, as evidenced by his renewed efforts to break free, and his obvious defiance against the much more massive and powerful Cyborg. Dalton just smirked in condescending delight, for he knew that prey that struggles was far more enjoyable to torture than prey that had already been broken. 

Dalton could also readily see that a great deal of the spunk that had been spilled the night before had either soaked into the earth or been evaporated by the searing tropical heat during the day. The ground was clearly saturated, however, and a sizable pond of Eric’s spunk remained, an incredibly thick and gloopy pool of sperm and seminal fluids, partially coagulated by the tropical heat and giving off an incredibly strong smell of heady male musk. 

The searing rays of the sun had reddened Eric’s richly tanned skin during the day, but not so much as to actually burn the young man. Years of exposure to such heat and intense sunlight had made Eric, if not totally immune to the sun’s effects, at least highly resistant. 

The Cyborg approached his muscular young prisoner and smiled in satisfaction at what he saw. The swelling in Eric’s balls had totally disappeared, as had all signs of bruising and other injury, leaving the massive orbs looking full, healthy, and deliciously ripe as they dangled heavily between the young man’s massively muscular thighs. The stud’s massive cock hung limp and flaccid over those twin low hangers, but even such a massive and thick cock could do little to hide such humongous balls from sight. 

Dalton reached out a massive cybernetic hand and gripped one of the almighty bull nuts in his fist, once again noting its astounding weight and the tremendous power that coursed through the great orb. The Cyborg gave the mighty gonad a few experimental squeezes, and determined that Eric’s balls had indeed regained all of their extraordinary solidity and hardness. Dalton was very  pleased, for he could tell that Eric’s burly balls had indeed completely healed from the previous night’s tortures and were ready for a fresh round of abuse. 

Dalton could also tell from their great weight and turgid flesh that Eric’s balls were also positively bloated with a fresh batch of superhuman spunk, and the Cyborg found himself very eager to begin spilling the young man’s seed on the uncaring muddy earth. 

Amazingly, Eric appeared to be eager as well, for within seconds of grasping the young man’s bull balls, Dalton noticed with delight that Eric’s heavy cock began to engorge with blood. The reaction was clearly against the young man’s will, as the handsome young man blushed crimson and fought even harder against his restraints as his traitorous cock betrayed him. The mighty schlong swelled larger and thicker and longer without the slightest touch from the Cyborg, and in a matter of heartbeats had reached its full and glorious tumescence. As Eric’s 19 ½-inch cock throbbed powerfully before him, Dalton once again marveled at its tremendous mass and girth, and once again speculated at how the huge cocked young man could ever have hoped to mate with his own species ever again. His mighty elephant cock was simply several orders of magnitude too big! 

Chuckling to himself, the evil Cyborg realized that it was a moot speculation, as he would never give this young male an opportunity to mate and perpetuate his gender. 

Smiling in anticipation, Dalton prepared to begin the second evening’s tortures…