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Captive of the Cyborgs – Part 23
Denying Release
Day 97
Dalton knew that in just a few more days he would reach an epic milestone -- 100 days of holding his handsome young muscle stud in captivity. More than three months spent brutally torturing and tormenting the most overwhelmingly handsome and muscular stud ever produced by the human race. The heroically virile and tough young stallion had provided the Cyborg with countless hours of extraordinary entertainment, surprising and impressing the jaded Cyborg on a nightly, and sometimes even an hourly, basis.
But the Cyborg knew that, no matter how much he had grown fond of and attached to his all-time favorite plaything, no matter how spectacularly handsome, built, and hung his young human was, the fun eventually had to come to an end.
In fact, it was the young stud’s own super human strength and resilience that underscored the need to destroy his awesome masculinity once and for all. Dalton had been tracking the growth in Eric’s strength and stamina over the past three months, and was amazed at how much the young man had grown in every conceivable category. The young man had swollen into a true monster of muscle, pushing the scale just past the 525 pound mark and achieving a physique so monumental, so heroically bloated with dense and powerful muscle, that he eclipsed all but the most thickly built of all Cyborgs. The lad had already been the most massive and most muscular human male titan in the history of the universe, but he had now added a staggering 75 pounds of pure muscle to that already utterly spectacular body!
And a not inconsiderable fraction of that new weight had gone to the handsome stud’s legendary cock and balls. Eric’s behemoth beast of a cock now swelled to 22 1/2 inches when fully hard, having grown three entire inches in the past three months! His mammoth testicles had achieved an even more astounding growth, leaving even the rarified size of melons behind to bloat to the size of small boulders! Eric had already been a living, breathing fantasy man when Dalton had first discovered him less than four months ago, but he was now a super stud beyond even the Cyborg’s wildest imagination.
Despite all of Eric’s magnificent achievements and spectacular growth, however, Dalton had recently received his greatest shock yet regarding his heroically handsome and hunky prisoner. The Cyborg had performed another round of in-depth diagnostics of the beautiful and beefy lad, and discovered that all of these changes to Eric’s physique and stamina were having an effect on the young man at the genetic level. Somehow, through some incalculably brilliant tinkering by the last geneticists of the human race, Eric had the ability to not only adapt and improve and grow stronger under torture and duress, but these changes affected the young man at the most basic genetic level. That meant that all of these improvements to Eric’s own body could be transferred genetically to his own offspring, making them just as powerful as Eric was today! All of the abuse that Dalton had been heaping upon Eric had only served to make the young stallion even more dangerous, for his unborn children stood to inherit all of his awesome power!!
Dalton knew that the Cyborg Imperium could not afford to allow this extraordinary paragon of masculinity to mate with even a single female of his species, for his potential to breed a new race of super men could, in no matter how small and unlikely a fashion, threaten to topple the Cyborgs’ dominance in the universe. This simply could not be allowed to happen.
Dalton therefore knew it was time to obliterate Eric’s chances of ever mating with a female…by completely and utterly obliterating the young man’s colossally oversized bull balls.
But how to do it? How to end the masculinity of the most fabled, legendary bull stud in the history of the human race?
Dalton thought long and hard about the various methods he could use to unman the muscle monster, but every option seemed to just be a variation on the abuses he had already heaped upon the young man’s almighty bull balls. The Cyborg didn’t want to simply cut the young man’s huge balls off either, for while it would clearly be a quick, efficient, and extremely effective method to unman the stud, it also seemed unceremonial and somehow disrespectful. Such extraordinary and massive balls deserved an ending fitting for their phenomenal strength and virility.
That’s when Dalton hit on his plan, a truly devious and diabolical torture that would use the young man’s own colossal virility to spell his undoing. The Cyborg almost came in his own pants at the very thought of this latest torture method, and he smiled in avid anticipation of the following night’s tortures.
Day 98
Dalton gently landed his shuttle in the meadow as the yellow sun began to set in the west. As always, Eric’s monster cock was rock hard long before he even arrived on the scene, and the young uber stud began to ejaculate even before the ship had touched down. Dalton watched from the cockpit as the young stallion pumped out a colossal load that was impressive even for this heroically virile stud. The Cyborg smirked to himself, and silently wished the stud the best of luck in emptying his mighty sperm tanks, for his own spectacular virility was about to be used against him.
The Cyborg soon powered down his craft and exited the vehicle, striding powerfully toward his bound captive. Eric then surprised him again by spontaneously ejaculating for a second time, pumping out another mind blowingly huge load of thick and powerful cum less than 5 minutes after the previous monster load! The fantastically muscular lad was a walking sperm machine, and Dalton could not help but be impressed by the sheer quantity and thickness of the gloopy nut sludge that was pumping out of his massive dick like some huge fountain.
Dalton allowed the handsome young man to finish his second huge load, then he reached forward and grasped the stud’s impossibly low hanging scrotum and lifted the heavy sac of nuts upward. The Cyborg then flipped on his laser knife and once again made a long slice down the front of Eric’s scrotum, opening a large hole and popping out first one colossal nut and then the other. Eric’s empty ball sac was then once again pinned and tucked out of the way for the duration of the evening.
The process of opening Eric’s scrotum and freeing his two gigantic nuts only took Dalton a few minutes, but before he was even finished, the young bull stud was once AGAIN blowing an awesome load, his third magnificent orgasm in only 15 minutes! The amazing stud had clearly grown even more virile and powerful under the months of abuse, but even Dalton was surprised at the young man’s already spectacular performance that evening, pumping out more thick and incredibly potent jizz in this 15 minutes than he had produced in his entire first night under the Cyborg’s tender ministrations!
It was almost as if Eric’s mighty testicles knew what was in store for them tonight, Dalton thought with a wicked smile.
Dalton laid out a tray containing a pair of small but very sturdy and heavy clamps and then set about prepping the young wonder stud. The Cyborg roughly fondled the young man’s fully exposed ball cords and located the sperm duct leading to Eric’s mighty left nut. Dalton was once again amazed at the sheer size of the sperm tube, far larger and thicker than any sperm duct he had ever seen on another man. The Cyborg separated the tube from the rest of the veins and cords connecting the goliath gonad to Eric’s body. Then the Cyborg took the first clamp and secured it around the thick tube, just above where it connected to the gigantic testicle. He then spun the handle until the clamp was tight around the sperm duct, crushing the thick tube completely closed and guaranteeing that not a single sperm could escape the enormous bollock. Dalton then proceeded to do the same to the young man’s equally titanic right ball until it, too, was clamped off from the rest of his body.
Eric’s sperm was now completely trapped within his huge and heavy balls. No matter how much semen was now produced within those mighty lava factories or how urgently the young man needed to cum, not a single ounce of his manly fluids could be released from those twin mighty testes until the wicked clamps were removed.
With the clamps in place, Dalton simply stepped back to watch the night’s entertainment unfold. He didn’t need to do anything else this evening to further torment his musclebound captive -- the young man’s own nuts were going to do the work for him.
Eric’s titan testes were already heroically virile when Dalton first captured him almost 100 days ago. But under the constant stimulation and abuse that had been heaped upon them, the young man’s supremely worked over balls had grown even more powerful and virile. In time, their rate of sperm production had doubled, then redoubled, and then doubled yet again, and their storage capacity had been tremendously amplified as well. The boulder-sized gonads were able to able to contain untold gallons of manly spew under intense internal pressures, allowing Eric to perform amazing feats of virility like pumping out three colossal loads in just 15 minutes.
But even such supremely powerful and tough stud nuts had a limit to how much seed they could carry, how much internal pressure they could endure before they simply burst wide open like a pair of rotten fruit, and this devious and wicked torture was designed to discover exactly how far that capacity could be pushed.
For Dalton intended to keep the cruel clamps cinched tight around Eric’s thick sperm ducts until both of his exposed and naked nuts simply exploded from trying to contain too much spunk. It could take hours or perhaps even days, but one thing was now certain -- the countdown was ticking to the end of Eric’s balls, and with them, his spectacular manhood.
The brutal and lust-crazed Cyborg couldn’t just leave well enough alone, however, and he decided to help ‘stimulate’ an increased level of sperm production by beating on Eric’s bald nuts. Such pummeling tortures had always kicked the sperm production inside those mighty bull nuts into overdrive. So Dalton encircled the base of Eric’s balls with his thick fingers, clutching the exposed ball cords and tube clamps in one massive hand as the other formed a huge fist that began to piston into the young man’s nuts like a pile driver. Dalton didn’t use nearly his full strength on this ball busting abuse, for he didn’t want to wear down the young man’s nuts too much or too quickly, but he still punched with enough force to shatter granite and bend steel beams. The pain in Eric’s bull balls was intense, and only continued to build as time went on.
Nearly three months ago, Dalton had twisted Eric’s scrotum into a braided rope, choking off his sperm output for almost an entire night. The pressures that built up in Eric’s mighty balls that night were almost enough to cause his giant nuts to explode, and that was back when the muscular lad’s sperm production occurred at a comparatively more modest rate. With Eric’s current hyper rapid rate of sperm production, amplified by the testicular abuse of Dalton’s pounding fist, who knew if Eric’s balls would even survive the evening?
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More than half the night later, and Eric’s bull balls were still going strong. Dalton continued to periodically punch and slap the huge cum tanks, keeping their rate of sperm production at maximum intensity. And his efforts were succeeding, because the Cyborg could feel the massive orbs become even more solid and dense as the quantity of trapped spunk inside them continued to grow. The orbs themselves had visibly begun to swell and grow as well, partly due to the pummeling and abuse, but mostly due to the vast cargo of sperm that was backing up inside of them.
Eric’s aching need to cum was ferocious and all consuming, and the young man fucked the open air with his mammoth 22 1/2-inch super cock in a desperate but ultimately futile attempt to relieve the growing agony in his balls. A steady stream of thick and viscous precum poured out of the gaping hole at the tip of that monster cock, a deluge of clear serum that did nothing to alleviate the steadily building pressures in the young man’s overfilled bollocks.
On and on the abuse raged for the remainder of the evening, yet Eric continued to endure. Even as the rosy light of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon, the young super stud was still chugging along. His balls had swollen larger than the size of basketballs, a more than 50% increase from their initial size, but the incredibly thick and tough outer walls of the gray orbs were still strong and vital, and were able to contain their burgeoning contents, at least for now.
Dalton stopped abusing Eric’s swollen cum tanks as the sun peeked over the horizon, but he didn’t go far away. The Cyborg decided he would let the young man’s huge balls recover during the day from the brutal beating they had just received. But since his sperm production continued day and night, Dalton knew he needed to stay near the young man in case his balls reached critical mass prior to nightfall. The cruel Cyborg wasn’t going to risk missing a single moment of the destruction of the most awesome and powerful bull nuts in existence.
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Day 99
The day passed without much incident, though it was clear that Eric’s agony continued to increase as the hours ticked by. His exposed and naked balls had swollen larger as well, and were starting to lose their normal oblong egg shapes and becoming steadily more round and sphere-like. The goliath orbs had swollen to twice their normal size at this point, looking ridiculously oversized even on Eric’s most massive physique, grotesque and monstrous parodies of healthy human testicles. The internal pressures in the heroically bloated bull balls had become truly ferocious at this point, but Dalton’s careful inspection confirmed that the tough gray walls of the two orbs were still holding strong and fast and had a hell of a lot of resiliency left in them. The Cyborg therefore felt confident in resuming his hammer-fisted pummeling of the hugely swollen balls, which he did with gusto.
Eric’s fresh bellows of agony echoed through the vast jungle, causing the creatures of the forest to once again cower in terror and fear. The undisputed Lord of the Jungle, the mightiest being on the entire huge planet, was being slowly unmanned and destroyed by some vast unstoppable force, and every beast of the forest trembled in fear that the Cyborg’s attention would be turned to them next.
Colossal quantities of clear and sticky precum poured from Eric’s massive monster cock like he was peeing, but the mighty deluge of clear effluvium continued to do nothing to relieve the awesome pressures building in his balls. Dalton pummeled and beat those huge balls with even greater abandon than the night before, heedless of the fact that the tough fibrous walls were already weakened from struggling to contain their continually swelling contents. Those thick, pale gray walls were now forced to suffer simultaneous abuse both from within and without, and the combined abuse threatened to cave them in.
But somehow, once again, Eric’s almighty bull balls found the strength and tenacity to survive a second night of abuse. They had swollen even larger than ever, to perhaps two and a half times their normal size, and were now completely round. The off-white walls of the two monstrous testicles were becoming shiny and taut as they stretched to their maximum capacity, fighting and struggling valiantly to contain the truly titanic load that must now be locked deep within both huge balls.
Dalton gave the huge balls one final inspection as the sun began to rise. The mighty walls were so taut that they resisted the Cyborg’s attempts to squeeze the massive orbs, denting and deforming only slightly and threatening to burst wide open if Dalton squeezed any harder. The Cyborg relented, not wanting to end the stud’s mighty manhood too soon, and instead stepped back for a second day of standing vigil over the mighty bull testicles. Dalton had serious doubts that the colossally overfilled gonads would survive to the next nightfall, so he watched closely, and he waited...
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Day 100
As the 99th day of Eric’s captivity drew to a close and night fell on the start of his 100th day, Dalton was overjoyed to see that the young man’s monumentally swollen balls continued to endure. The titanic testicles had reached some sort of critical mass earlier in the day, and now refused to swell any larger, having swollen and bloated as large as their exposed and shiny outer walls would allow. Each orb had now swollen to more than three times its normal size, now resembling a pair of big beach balls hanging from the ends of their fleshy tethers. Both balls were now near-perfect spheres measuring more than a foot in diameter and didn’t resemble anything remotely human. The weight of each gargantuan testicle must have been tremendous, for they tugged so hard on their straining cords and cables that they now hung more than 16 inches from Eric’s crotch. The sight of the young muscle man’s horrifically swollen balls hanging so low and heavy between the lad’s thickly muscled legs was the most disgusting, grotesque, erotic, and magnificent sight that Dalton had ever seen.
Even though Eric’s behemoth balls refused to swell any larger, it was clear that they were still churning out more and more of his thick baby batter, choking his balls and causing the internal pressures to continue to increase. It was amazing that the thousands of bundled, spaghetti-like filaments within Eric’s balls hadn’t already ruptured under the strain, but instead continued to pump out more and more semen at a horrendous rate, speeding toward their own destruction.
Dalton didn’t know what was keeping the great orbs from bursting already, so on this third and final night of Eric’s long-denied release and imminent testicle destruction, the Cyborg refrained from punching or squeezing or otherwise abusing the titanic bull nuts. He knew that one solid punch or one firm squeeze might be all it would take to make the straining ball walls simply disintegrate, causing their pressurized contents to spew in all directions and leaving both Eric and Dalton covered in globs of sperm and ruptured testicular matter. The Cyborg much preferred to see the young stallion unman himself with his own monstrous virility, and continued to sit back and watch the show unfold.
Hours ticked by with agonizing slowness for the young bull hunk, his handsome head thrashing back and forth as waves of pain like mighty hammer blows emanated from his swollen balls. The mighty muscle stud knew that his balls were already well past critical levels and could fail at any moment, but he couldn’t stop them as they continued to produce more and more sperm. He was well aware of the bitter irony that his final unmanning would be by his own mighty virility. He gently sobbed in despair, knowing that he had failed the human race, and that any hopes for humanity’s survival would die along with his beautiful proud balls.
Three hours went by, and then six, and miraculously, Eric’s balls still endured. The pressures inside those balls were far past anything that should have been physically possible to contain, yet the mighty walls still held, though they were now so taut and tight as to appear almost glassy. Sweat and slugs of clear precum dripped off the huge balls as they struggled with every ounce of their strength to hold together and maintain their integrity, but it was clearly a losing battle. By hour nine, tiny cracks and fissures began appearing all over the surface of both orbs, and it seemed their end must be just moments away.
But minute after minute went by, and STILL the huge orbs held. The cracks became more numerous and threatened to open at any moment, but seemingly through sheer force of will alone, the mighty bull balls maintained and endured.
Finally, as the tenth hour of the night was drawing to a close, Dalton could see that the beginning of the end was finally at hand. Both huge orbs, now covered in a complex tracery of fractures and cracks, began to tremble on the ends of their cords, swinging gently between Eric’s mammoth thighs as they entered their final death throes. Sweat was pouring off of the young man’s monumentally muscular body as every mighty muscle and sinew flexed and snapped into perfect relief. Eric had been holding his breath, and he let it go explosively now, uttering the most deep and deafening bellow of pain yet. His whole world, his whole existence, was focused down on the searing agony that was his balls, and his world was about to end.
And then it happened.
CRACK!! CRACK!! BLOOOOOSH!!!!!
With two sharp and nearly simultaneous retorts, almost like a pair of guns being fired, the sturdy clamps secured around Eric’s crushed cum tubes suddenly shattered, unable to endure the strain of trying to hold back the ocean of sperm trapped in the young man’s balls.
What followed would go down in history as the single greatest, largest, most violent, and most titanic orgasm ever achieved by man or beast.
The thick cum tubes connected to the horrifically swollen balls instantly expanded to ten times their normal size, almost rupturing under the awesome pressure of sperm that began racing up their length. A split second later, Eric’s gargantuan elephant cock likewise swelled larger than ever before, the massive cum tube running along the underside of the massive man sausage swelling so enormously large that it threatened to split the huge cock straight down the middle, destroying him even as he was about to finally release his load.
But somehow Eric’s plumbing held, his balls, his sperm ducts, his gigantic penis somehow not exploding as the too-long-held sperm began to jet from his cock.
Dalton couldn’t say he had ever grown accustomed to the size of Eric’s loads, as every time he saw the handsome young stud shoot, he couldn’t help but be impressed by the size, power, and volume of his spectacular emissions. Nevertheless, the Cyborg had learned to expect monster loads from his massively muscular young captive. But nothing that the Cyborg had ever seen could have prepared him for the power and potency of Eric’s titanic bull load.
There was no throbbing or pulsing of sperm from Eric’s cock. The titanic pressures in his balls were simply too great for that. Instead, the sperm burst out of the young man’s straining cock in a continuous raging stream, like a water cannon being fired in a harbor. The enormous geyser of man milk was thicker than Dalton’s own huge thumb, and shot forth with ferocious power, rocketing easily 30 or more feet straight up into the air before showering everything within a 20-foot radius with a steady downpour of hot splooge.
Eric continued to thrash and groan and bellow in agony, however, for his balls were still on the very brink of rupturing, and the force of his monumental orgasm threatened to tip them over the edge. The ginormous gonads convulsed and quivered like they had a life of their own, clenching and contracting so hard that they nearly ripped open their extremely fragile outer walls. But once again, they held.
As minute after minute after minute ticked by, one of Dalton’s subroutines was measuring the torrential sperm output that was thundering out of Eric’s cock, and the Cyborg already knew that this one single load would forever hold the record for the most voluminous ejaculation of all time.
A half hour passed, and still there was no let up. Then an hour. Dozens and dozens and dozens of gallons of sperm had already shot forth from Eric’s bloated and distended bull cock, and his thundering orgasm hadn’t quieted in the least. After more than an hour of constant purging, however, the titanic, nut-busting size of Eric’s over bloated balls finally began to reduce by just a tiny amount. Their horrific swelling began to diminish, and Dalton let go of the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. With the swelling reducing, Eric’s balls were finally pulling back from the brink of annihilation.
Dalton took this as a sign that he could resume beating the young man’s sperm-pumping balls, which he now did with renewed abandon. The tough testicular walls of Eric’s two balls, still critically overstretched and weakened by trying to contain nearly three whole days' worth of sperm, threatened once again to rupture spectacularly under the savage onslaught of hammer blows, but even now they managed to defy the cruel Cyborg, absorbing every devastating blow and squeezing out yet more sticky spunk.
Dawn found the two mighty men still locked in a titanic battle -- Dalton pummeling and hammering Eric’s swollen and beefy bull balls for all he was worth, and Eric pumping out insane volumes of sperm. After two hours of constant ejaculation, Eric’s huge balls had deflated significantly, but were still swollen bigger than basketballs. The force and volume of his constant stream of emissions did not start to diminish until another half hour or so later, when his ejaculation finally began to be broken up into separate slugs of sperm. By then, Eric’s distended and bloated balls were nearly back to their original mammoth size, though they were becoming dangerously mushy and soft from the vicious pounding abuse they were receiving.
Finally, a full three hours after Eric’s colossal orgasm began and more than an hour after dawn, the young muscle man’s epic, titanic ejaculation finally ebbed and ceased. Both Dalton and young Eric were completely covered and soaked with sperm, and even the lower branches of the two mighty trees holding the huge muscle man were dripping with thick ropes and slugs of Eric’s ejaculate. Dalton read the final readout on his spunk-tracking program, and at first thought that there must have been a malfunction. But as the Cyborg blinked the clotted cum from his eyes, he realized with a start that the readout was indeed correct.
Eric, the most magnificent, virile mega stud that the human race would ever produce, had just pumped out more than 2,000 GALLONS of cum!!! That was an average of more than ten gallons per MINUTE!!! That was more than THREE TIMES the amount cum the young super stud had blown during his night of constant milking!!! That was enough thick and chunky splooge to fill an average-sized swimming pool more than a quarter full!!! That was enough super rich and potent seed to fill more than 30 bathtubs to the rim!!! The young lad’s awesome and awe-inspiring strength and virility were nothing less than miraculous! Super human didn’t even BEGIN to cover it!
As Dalton stood there in stupefied wonder, he found that he was still tightly clenching Eric’s exhausted and spent bull balls in his massive fist. The Cyborg dug his thick fingers in deeper into the young man’s soft and yielding ball flesh, the battered and weakened meat squishing easily between his massive digits. Eric’s behemoth balls were all but ruined, having used up all of their tremendous power to survive a three-day marathon of inhumanly brutal abuse.
But the Cyborg couldn’t resist getting in one last barrage.
WHAM!!
WHAM!!
WHAM!!
Eric screamed in agony as his utterly depleted and over-worked balls were hammered three more times by Dalton’s huge and mighty fist, each terrific blow threatening to burst the dangerously fragile and weakened balls wide open. But the young man proved his worth yet again, his cock even managing to pump out half a dozen weak but still impressive squirts of thick ball juice in the process.
The young human, the most fantastically muscular and powerful of his kind to ever exist, had just succeeded in surviving 100 days of constant and unbelievably brutal abuse by a Cyborg. It was a feat that was impossible, unthinkable, and utterly extraordinary.
As Dalton finally released the bruised, battered, and completely busted balls from his clutching grip, he decided then and there that he couldn’t bring himself to destroy this ultimate paragon of man. The young male was simply too stunningly handsome, too enormously muscular, too colossally hung, too fantastically strong and powerful and virile to annihilate and unman on this backwater planet in a forgotten corner of the galaxy.
No, the powerful young super stud deserved a better fate than that.
Dalton decided he would take the young muscle bull back to Primus, the home world of the Cyborg Imperium. There, the last and greatest of all human males could be displayed and tortured for the enjoyment of the entire Cyborg race, while the female slave races of all the many thrall species were all forced to watch his ultimate unmanning and destruction. It would no doubt be a spectacle to be remembered for millennia to come, and would bring Dalton a great measure of fame and influence in the upper echelon of Cyborg politics.
An excited Dalton immediately began making plans and preparations for their departure. He almost absent-mindedly reinserted Eric’s huge, battered balls into their scrotum, allowing the protective skin to re-envelope them for the first time in almost three days. The skin immediately started to heal closed, and Dalton knew that all of the damage and harm done to Eric over the past three days would heal without the slightest scar or reminder of how close the young man had come to losing his balls once and for all.
Eric, for the time being, was finally, blissfully left alone to rest and recover from his most recent and most brutal ordeal. The young man drifted into a deep sleep, unaware of the fact that even worse was in store for him...
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Okay, that's enough of the Cyborg Saga for the time being. While Dalton packs Eric up and prepares to ship him back to Primus for even MORE brutal tortures, I'll be posting other stories on this site for a few weeks. But don't be surprised if more Cyborg stories pop up here right around Christmas time... :D
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