Thank you for your patience this past week! I had to devote all of my time to my post-graduation licensure exam, which I took yesterday morning. I might not get the results back for a week or so, but I'm guardedly hopeful that I passed. :) Regardless, I now have time to result to my blogs and post more ball busting stories!!
This first post is a continuation in the Cyborgs saga. The cruel Cyborg Dalton has decided to bring Eric back as a prize captive to the Cyborg homeworld of Primus, there to suffer the ultimate humiliation, emasculation, and destruction in front of the entire Cyborg Imperium. This story will hopefully just whet your appetite -- the next few stories that I'll post will be on other storylines, but I'll return to the Cyborg saga soon with the incredibly brutal tortures young Eric suffers at the hands of Dalton and a whole host of other Cyborgs.
--Jayse
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Captive of the Cyborgs – Part 24
Travel to Primus
Dalton began to make preparations to leave the hot and humid jungle planet and take his handsome and hunky prisoner back with him to Primus, the home world of the Cyborg Empire. Young Eric was allowed the luxury of hanging unmolested from his titanium alloy restraints for three entire days as the Cyborg made his preparations. The Cyborg periodically replenished the young man’s nutrient tanks and checked on his status, but otherwise left the handsome young stud alone, except perhaps for an occasional upper cut or forearm smash into his huge balls. The young muscle man continued to pump out spontaneous orgasms almost like clockwork, jettisoning massive loads of splooge whenever his mighty cum tanks reached a certain critical mass. And, of course, always blowing a major load every time the Cyborg stepped into view.
The Cyborg labored for three days to erase any evidence that either he or his human prisoner had ever occupied this planet. Eric’s derelict shuttle craft and all of the young man’s tools and weapons were loaded upon Dalton’s space ship, to be kept as souvenirs and displayed in the Great Hall of Triumph on Primus. Dalton also gathered up all of the tools, instruments, and machines that had been brought to bear in the brutal torture of his stunning and massively built prisoner, as the Cyborg knew that many of these would also end up as museum pieces, commemorating the capture, unmanning, and destruction of the last human male in the universe.
Finally, the last item to be loaded into the shuttle craft was young Eric himself.
Dalton approached the beautiful bound muscle hunk, and immediately began being pelted with massive slugs of Eric’s latest sperm explosion. The Cyborg smiled as huge, thick bullets of spunk shattered against his colossal chest and ran down his body in slow, chunky rivers. The young stud never disappointed, and this latest load was as magnificent as ever.
The Cyborg reached forward one gargantuan hand and closed it about Eric’s thick, 25-inch, bullish neck, not enough to choke him but enough to render him immobile as he began to release the shackles that had held the young man immobile for more than 100 days. As Eric’s stretched out limbs were finally released from their bonds, the massively muscular stud struggled weakly against the Cyborg’s grasp. His aching and exhausted muscles weren’t yet ready to obey his commands, however, and Eric’s struggles were therefore pathetic and useless. Still, Dalton enjoyed and appreciated the fact that Eric was making such an effort to fight against him, proving that his will and spirit had not yet been broken.
Dalton held the 525-pound bull stud out at arm’s length, lifting him effortlessly into the air as he carried the writhing and struggling muscle hunk back to his waiting shuttle. Once inside, Dalton brought the young stud to a raised platform in the main cockpit area. Shackles were attached to the ceiling and floor, and the Cyborg made quick work of clamping these new shackles around the young man’s thick ankles and wrists, securing him spread eagled in the middle of the large cabin. Feeding tubes were once again inserted into the young man’s wrists to provide him the essential fluids and nutrients to keep his gloriously muscular body healthy and his enormous balls fully charged for the journey to Primus. Dalton activated a control panel that took up the slack on the thick metal cables, retracting the cables into holes in the ceiling and floor and pulling the young man’s limbs out to their maximum extent.
A fifth shackle remained below the spread eagled bull stud, connected to a thick cable that disappeared into the center of the floor. Eric had already guessed the purpose of this final shackle, and as Dalton lifted the heavy metal clamp off the floor, the young man began to blast out another colossal load, drenching both the Cyborg and a large stretch of the deck with massive slugs of fresh baby batter. Dalton just smiled as he clamped the shackle around the neck of Eric’s mammoth, low hanging balls, and then activated the winch that began to retract the cable into the floor. The Cyborg now knew that the bull hung young stud could endure a 24-inch stretch to his magnificent balls, so he was going to be forced to suffer a two-foot stretch for the entire journey to Primus.
Eric’s relaxed 12 ½-inch dangle quickly began to lengthen and extend as the winch relentlessly wound the cable downward. The young man’s ball cords had grown brutally powerful over the months of constant testing and abuse, but even they could not win against the powerful motor of the winch. His huge balls were stretched ever downward by about an inch a minute, the thick cords and tendons actually groaning with a sound like overstretched leather as they were forced to accommodate an ever greater stretch. The big muscle stud began to shout in increasing pain and agony as his mammoth balls cleared the 18-inch mark, and then 20 inches, and then 22 inches, all while continuing to pump out a massive he-man load.
At the 22-inch mark, the continued pulling of the winch started forcing Eric’s mammoth horse cock to ratchet downward from its customary upright position, angling lower and lower as the stretch to his nuts was increased. The winch’s motor began to audibly labor as it had to struggle harder and harder to achieve the last few inches of the stretch, but soon, after just over 10 minutes of stretching, Eric’s colossal mega nuts were viciously pulled to a full 24 inches from his crotch, where they refused to be stretched any further. Dalton shut off the winch, locking Eric’s bull balls in place even as his enormous cock continued to belch out its huge load. Eric’s monumental 22 1/2 -inch flesh cannon was now pointed almost horizontally, and so it shot its slugs of cum clear across the cockpit to land all over the display screens at the front of the ship, coating them in a thick film of white goo and almost completely obscuring them from view. Dalton was unconcerned with the whitewash his ship’s controls were receiving, however, as he was hooked up with a direct link to his ship and didn’t need any screens or dials to fly his vessel.
With his final and most precious item of cargo securely stored on board ship, Dalton was ready to lift off and begin the flight home. As the shuttle lifted smoothly off the ground, the Cyborg pointed the ship’s nose toward the meadow where young Eric had been held captive for more than three months. From the air, the pollution of the small lake could be clearly seen, as the thick and gloopy runoff from Eric’s countless milky ejaculations had created a white plume of his discharge out almost to the center of the lake. Eric had pounded out thousands and thousands and thousands of gallons of rich spume, creating a vast morass of sperm-soaked earth and polluting a good portion of the lake. Dalton had learned that Eric’s sperm was as fantastically strong and powerful as the young man himself. While any other male’s sperm remained viable for only a few hours at the most, rapidly perishing if not kept in a warm and moist environment, Eric’s supremely powerful seed could remain alive for WEEKS at a time, even under conditions that would instantly kill any other man’s sperm. A large volume of the spermed earth laying before Dalton therefore still contained viable and healthy sperm that could potentially be used to impregnate a human female. Even though no such females existed on this world — or on any other world within dozens of light years — and even though the strongest of Eric’s swimmers would perish in a matter of a few weeks under the intense tropical sun, Dalton knew he couldn’t take any chances.
The Cyborg activated the twin laser cannons at the front of the ship, two massive weapons designed to slice enemy spacecraft in half and obliterate small moons. The use of these cannons was overkill for the task Dalton had in mind, but the sheer power he was about to unleash gave the Cyborg a certain thrill. Plus, annihilating Eric’s chances of fathering children was a powerfully erotic and motivating factor for the giant Cyborg.
Dalton set the cannons on their lowest setting, still far more than powerful enough to do the job, and started firing. Concentrated beams of intense heat plunged into the swamp of sperm and mud where Eric had so recently been held captive, and huge clouds of steam and super-heated dirt began to erupt from the earth. The lasers instantly heated anything they touched to several thousand degrees, incinerating and evaporating sperm and mud alike into a super heated steam that billowed high into the air.
The Cyborg set the lasers on a wide setting, encompassing the entire swamp and the area beyond it. The two mighty trees that had so long held Eric in their grasp lit up like a pair of gigantic candles, almost instantly incinerated by the intense laser beams. Dalton ran over the swampy ground again and again and again, charring the earth to a depth of dozens of feet, before moving on to the lake itself. As the beams entered the water, the entire lake began to heat up and boil. The thousands of fish that had grown so bloated and fat on Eric’s super abundant and nutritious sperm now tried in vain to flee the invading beams, but they had nowhere to go as the lake continued to heat up. Soon, dead fish began to float to the surface, and gigantic clouds of steam poured skyward.
It took less than five minutes before the entire lake, the sperm swamp, and the area surrounding the meadow were charred to a crisp and utterly devoid of life. Dalton smiled at the scene of devastation before him, knowing that the only remaining supply of Eric’s extraordinary seed was now on board his vessel and heading to the Cyborg home world for inevitable destruction. The grinning Cyborg plotted his course into the ship’s computer, and then sat back in his pilot’s chair as the vessel accelerated out of the planet’s thick atmosphere and began to the long journey to Primus.
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