Captive of the Cyborgs — Part 35
Assault with the Neuron Whips
As a spectacular climax to the 30-day festival, it was decided that all 12 Cyborgs would participate together in one final brutal assault on the beautiful bound muscle man. If the handsome young hunk could endure and survive this final punishment, then he would be deemed worthy to be tortured and destroyed by Optimus himself. The crowd went wild at this announcement, and the Cyborgs watching the festival both in person and on live broadcast across the galaxy were filled with an excited anticipation waiting to see what this final punishment would be.
Young Eric was still in the same location he had occupied for the past 29 days, securely manacled within a huge steel ring, and presented in all of his gloriously muscular and naked magnificence in the center of the arena floor. Thick titanium alloy shackles bound him at wrist and ankle, forcing his huge and massively muscular frame to hang spread eagled about a dozen feet above the arena floor. Eric’s fantastically powerful and heroically muscular physique was wide open and on full display, his incredibly thick, fully pumped muscles tensing and flexing impressively as he still stubbornly struggled to escape, fearful and anxious about whatever punishment was going to be meted to him next.
The stunningly handsome stud had been in the clutches of the evil Cyborg race for just over six months, and he was exhausted and weary down to his bones. But his fantastically powerful and muscular body had grown even stronger under all of the constant abuse, his enormous muscles tightening and swelling even larger and more dense with pure power, his resilience magnified one hundred fold.
Nowhere was this increased strength more evident than in the young muscle bull’s gargantuan genitals. Eric’s cock had been in a continual state of arousal for more than three straight months now, and as a result had bloated even larger than ever before. Six months ago, the young stallion possessed what was already the largest and most oversized bull cock in human history, a true beast of a cock measuring 19 ½ inches long and just over 4 inches in diameter. This record breaking pud had grown to even more extraordinary dimensions over the past half year, adding three inches in length to push the measuring tape to an unbelievable 22 ½ mammoth inches of the thickest, hardest, beefiest, veiniest, hottest man meat to ever grace a human male. The gnarled and muscular shaft was thicker than the young man’s own massive forearms, measuring a hole-busting 4 ½ inches at its widest point, just behind the enormous, fist-sized cock head, a huge, reddish-purple glans larger than the young man’s own massive fist. The mighty, magnificent organ was only matched in its size by its awesome beauty. It was a bull cock of legendary proportions that had no rivals in the biological realm.
But it was Eric’s almighty bull balls that were his true crowning glory. The young man’s most massive of testicles had proven over and over and over again that they were the largest, strongest, toughest, and mightiest of gonads to ever exist, as well as being the most phenomenally potent and virile. In the past 29 days, those two titans of fecundity had pumped out thousands of gallons of the young man’s incredibly rich and vital spew. The arena floor would have been ankle deep in the sticky stuff by now if it hadn’t been for the more than four dozen testicle leeches that had been ‘birthed’ from Eric’s mighty bull nuts a week earlier. These gigantic slugs had grown even more enormous by feasting on the vast abundance of splooge that Eric had blasted all over the arena floor, and had now grown into truly obscene specimens, some weighing even more than Eric’s own colossal 550 pounds!
Eric’s humongous balls were currently demonstrating their ferocious strength, for the cruel Cyborgs had suspended a 10-foot-diameter titanium sphere from the young man’s screaming nuts. The gigantic metal sphere weighed an astounding 150,000 pounds -- an unbelievable 75 TONS!!! -- and it was being held in the air by nothing more than the fantastically strong and tough cords and ligaments anchoring the young man’s huge balls to his muscular body. The sight was as profoundly erotic as it was unimaginably painful for the young muscle bull, for the titanic weight pulled Eric’s beefy, burly balls down to their maximum stretch of 24 inches, and in the process also yanked his mammoth, rock hard horse cock down from its normally vertical position to almost horizontal. The handsome lad was constantly moaning and groaning in extreme agony, but his mighty balls held...for now...
Eric’s colossal balls now bulged bright red and shiny at the utter end of their impossibly long and perilously narrow scrotum. The thick tubes, veins, and mighty cables that tethered those most magnificent of testicles to Eric’s powerful body could all be clearly seen through the gossamer skin in the slender neck of his ballsac, the thick cords taut as bowstrings as they fought valiantly to support the 75-ton sphere mercilessly tearing at them.
Whatever fluke of nature or masterpiece of genetic manipulation had produced a bull stud of such phenomenal power and strength, the Cyborgs all knew that they could never allow such a male to live.
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The 30th day of Eric’s torture finally arrived, the final day before the young muscle man’s ultimate emasculation and execution. More than a million Cyborg spectators crowded the arena stands to beyond full capacity, the enormous audience crowded so close together that they could barely move. Every Cyborg that could possibly attend this spectacular show had found a way to shove and jostle and force his way into the colossal arena. There could have been seating for one hundred times the size of this crowd, though, and there still wouldn’t have been room enough for everyone who wanted to attend.
The method of today’s brutal torture had been announced, and as the 12 torturers rose up from beneath the arena floor, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause as they saw the weapons held in each torturer’s hands.
The identical weapons consisted of a large handle connected to a thick rope over 40 feet long made from beautifully segmented titanium. This articulated metal formed a rope of very supple design, able to curve and twist and sail through the air with as much fluidity and grace as a rawhide whip. The weapons were known as neuron whips, and were one of the most feared and dreaded tools in the Cyborgs’ vast arsenal.
A power switch in the weapon’s handle turned on the neuron whip, which made the long braided metal start to hum with raw power and glow with a soft golden light. Each whip generated a plasma field of intense energy, designed to generate searing pain in every nerve ending it touched. The weapon combined two brutal torture elements into one -- a thick steel whip that could lay open flesh and flay muscle from bone, and an intense energy field that poured raw energy into the victim and inflicted maximum pain.
Most males that had been subjected to a neuron whip had expired rather quickly, torn to shreds by the braided metal cord, electrocuted by the massive bolts of raw energy coursing through their bodies, or simply slain by the insanely intense pain. The Cyborg scientists had tested handsome young Eric at length, though, and had determined that the extraordinary powerful and resilient muscle bull could likely survive a beating with a neuron whip.
Unfortunately for the trussed up super hunk, he wasn’t going to be beaten with just ONE neuron whip.
The 12 torturers facing the massive muscle stud came in a wide variety of shapes and sizes. Some, like Dalton and the enormous jackhammer-fisted brute, were bipedal and essentially humanoid in appearance. Others, however, were shaped in ways completely foreign to a being descended from Terran stock. A floating sphere, a praying mantis, a scuttling crab, an amorphous blob -- these Cyborgs didn’t resemble anything remotely human. And because of these varied shapes, the 12 Cyborgs all had varying numbers of “hands”, be they attached to arms, claws, tentacles, or pseudopods. And each and every one of these hands now held a neuron whip. Dalton and several others were limited to just two whips each, while others had three, four, of even six. One writhing tentacled horror actually held a DOZEN of the deadly weapons, their braided metal cords making a beautiful complicated dance in the air.
In all, there were 60 neuron whips being wielded in the hands of the 12 torturers, and each and every one of these fearsome weapons were about to be brought to bear upon monstrously muscular and perfectly proportioned physique of the achingly handsome young male.
At some unseen signal, the 12 Cyborgs simultaneously powered up their weapons, filling the air with a loud hum and buzz of energy, and then the brutal torture began.
The goal of the punishment was deceptively simple -- to make the handsome young bull jettison his mighty load of cum. The catch -- the Cyborgs could only use their plasma neuron whips to get the young man’s huge rocks off.
The competition began with the 12 Cyborgs forming a circle around Eric, dancing their wicked whips through the air and toying with their gorgeous, defenseless captive. The expert torturers had seen untold thousands of stunning examples of masculinity over the millennia, but no previous victim could compare to the sheer size and beauty of this young man. The Cyborgs spent several long minutes simply admiring the muscle boy’s extraordinary physique and drinking in the sight of his massive and perfectly formed musculature.
Without warning, the first Cyborg struck, landing a blow full across the awesome width of Eric’s extraordinarily powerful back. The young man arched his muscular body backward in extreme agony as the plasma field set every nerve ending in his back on fire, a sharp yelp of surprise and pain escaping his lips. The lash raised a angry red welt in its passing after sending a huge jolt of energy through the young man’s massive body. Eric’s enormous muscles tensed and bulged in stunningly etched relief from the pain, making his physique look even more tantalizing and spectacular.
A second Cyborg followed the lead of the first, slashing his whip across both of Eric’s huge, creamy, supremely beefy buttocks, causing the young man to arch his powerful back in pain once again. A third Cyborg struck Eric across his majestic chest, another across the back of a mammoth thigh, and another into the man’s hairy left armpit. The tortures had officially begun.
The 12 Cyborgs started off slowly at first, allowing a brief pause between each strike, and allowing the young man to bellow in fresh agony as each new powerful blow struck his gloriously muscular body. But within a few minutes, the torturers began to pick up the pace, striking faster and faster, until they were soon landing multiple blows on the young man’s body at the same time. The sharp crack of each whip was all but lost in the continuous snapping and cracking of so many steel lashes. It almost sounded like someone had set off a huge chain of firecrackers, with the loud snaps and pops creating a cacophony of brutal punishment.
The brutal whipping went on for hour after hour, a seeming eternity for the handsome young victim, with the cruel Cyborgs never tiring of their game. They had performed similar tortures untold thousands of times in the past, and the longer they could make their victim suffer, the happier they were. And never had they encountered a male who could suffer as much as this beautiful young bull. Eric endured it all as best he could, clenching his teeth against the pain and crying out in agony when it became too much. But he continued to struggle mightily against his bonds, refusing even now, after more than six months of unimaginable abuse, to give in to his captors. The young male’s stamina and stoicism impressed even the jaded spectators of this audience, which only encouraged the 12 torturers to try even harder to break the young stallion.
After hours of merciless, ceaseless whipping, the Cyborgs had covered Eric’s magnificently muscular body with hundreds of whip marks and raised welts, from his enormous bullish neck to his huge cannonball shoulders to his incredibly wide back to his thick beefy buttocks. His fantastically muscular and defined abdominal wall was covered in whip marks, as were all four of his huge and immensely powerful limbs. The Cyborgs had even managed several times to strike Eric’s exposed anus, the searing agony causing the young man to buck wildly in his restraints and bellow in animal agony.
Eric’s monumental chest was similarly glowing a lobster red from hundreds of whip blows, especially his thick, succulent, and now horribly swollen nipples. With a skill born of thousands of years of practice, the Cyborg’s had struck the young man’s nipples again and again with their neuron whips, causing the young stud great agony and lacerating his sensitive nipples over and over and over again. Eric felt for sure that the plasma whips were going to tear his poor brutalized paps clear from his body, and after untold hundreds of whip blows, Eric’s thick nipples were left puffy and blistered from the cruel and brutal torment.
More than a score of epic, titanic loads had been forced from the young muscle god’s pain-wracked body, the searing agony causing the young virile stud to blow load after load of his thick and creamy man milk all over the uncaring arena floor. And thus far, not a single lash stroke had landed upon the young man’s colossal column of cock nor his gargantuan and supremely overstretched bull balls. Unlike the rest of the beautiful young man’s red and welt-covered body, his enormous genitals were completely unmarked.
That state of affairs was about to change.
The five dozen whips once again slashed and cracked through the air for several long moments, letting the sense of anticipation build, and then the first blows fell upon the muscle bull’s throbbing and straining genitals. As the first blows struck his throbbing monster cock and massive bull gonads, Eric thought his mighty heart might burst. Indescribable pain shots through the very core of Eric’s being, pain unlike anything he had ever felt before. Unable to stop himself, Eric let loose an almighty bellow of agony, his deep voice reverberating off of the walls of the colossal arena. A great cheer rose up from the crowd, for they know that the 12 combatants were finally moving on to the most delicate and sensitive parts of the huge muscle stud’s spectacular anatomy.
As the neuron whips continued to lash and bite into Eric’s most sensitive and tender flesh, massive blasts of energy and waves of agony exploded from his crotch into the rest of his pain-wracked body. But as terrible as the blows to his monster horse cock were, nothing compared to the pain of the blows to his huge balls, which were already screaming from being stretched so ridiculously far from his body. The blows felt like they were ripping Eric’s very balls apart, and the energy coursing through them made the young man feel like his balls would literally explode in their sac. This was not an imaginary fear, either, for many a male had suffered having his balls blown asunder from the force and energy conducted by the neuron whips. But Eric was built of far sterner stuff than even the greatest of human males that had come before him, and his mighty balls could endure even this great brutality...at least for a time.
A Cyborg would also occasionally and almost lazily strike the long neck of Eric’s brutally overstretched scrotum, lacerating the already perilously stretched scrotal skin and threatening to tear his nutsack open and sever the extraordinarily taut ball cords that were keeping his awesome stud nuts attached to his body. Any one of these blows could easily nut the young muscle man, destroying his masculinity forever. These 12 Cyborgs were masters of their craft, however, experts at inflicting maximum pain without destroying their victims too soon, and so the young muscle beast was forced to endure even these vicious and cruel blows.
After more than an hour of brutal punishment to the young muscle man’s goliath cock and balls, it was clear that the terrible blows to Eric’s swollen and battered genitals were having their desired effect. Somehow, through all the horrific pain and agony, the heroically virile young man had blasted out a colossal quartet of mind-blowingly huge loads, each titanic orgasm literally ripped from his screaming loins. His mammoth bull balls, covered in lacerations and bleeding from dozens of shallow cuts, were roiling and throbbing so hard that they were all but churning his man milk into butter. Even the thick and hyper abundant precum continuously streaming from his half shredded cock was opaque with his rich white sperm. Eric’s huge horse cock also was jerking spasmodically with a life of its own, a combination of the hundreds of snapping impacts of the neuron whips against his impossibly huge column of man flesh each minute, and his body’s desperate need to impregnate a female before the titanic monster schlong was cut to bloody ribbons of useless meat.
And most dramatically of all, Eric’s gigantic nuts, trapped at they were at the very bottom of their maximally overstretched sac, began to visibly tighten and pulse in their pouch. In fact, his huge balls were starting to contract and clench with such amazing force that they actually began to cause the 75-ton titanium weight to bounce, the fantastic power of his mighty ball cords somehow causing the massive metal sphere to lift nearly 3 inches into the air before dropping again with an almighty tug at his already straining, red-lining bull balls. It was an astounding testament to the fantastic strength of Eric’s balls that they were not only able to lift such a phenomenally huge weight, but were also able to survive as gravity caused that weight to crash down once again, over and over and over and over, ripping with merciless and inhuman force at his massive, mighty nuts.
The 12 Cyborgs noticed that the young muscle bull was approaching orgasm once again. Their attacks on the young man suddenly increased in ferocity, if that was possible, bringing the young man to the very brink of release. Then, at some prearranged and unspoken signal, the Cyborgs all lashed out in unison, wrapping their 60 neuron whips around the stud’s goliath gonads and pulsating monster cock and pulling tight.
The effect was immediate and brutal.
Eric threw back his handsome head and screamed in unbelievable agony. His horrifically bruised and battered genitals were now completely enveloped in the coils of the neuron whips, with all 60 of the deadly weapons pouring enormous waves of destructive plasma energy directly into the young man’s loins. And to make matters worse, the metal coils were being tugged so tightly in every direction that Eric’s mammoth cock was completely choked off, and his equally oversized balls were bring crushed so hard that they threatened to bust.
The young man’s gargantuan orgasm pulsed out of his balls and shot upward into his groin, only to be trapped in his loins by the dozens of diabolical steel coils wrapped so tightly around Eric’s massive monster cock.
Eric’s need for release was so great that, despite the colossal weight tearing at his nuts and the unimaginably brutal and intense bolts of energy laying waste to his mammoth genitals, the young stallion began to buck his slender, muscular hips in a desperate frenzy. He bucked and writhed so hard that the gigantic wrecking ball suspended from his nuts began to sway forward and back in a long, gentle arc, further increasing the terrible pull at his screaming, pulsating, convulsing bull nuts.
The sight was incredibly erotic and powerful, as the young man struggled desperately to release the inhuman pressure building and building in his loins, even while the searing blasts of energy slamming into his genitals threatened to literally tear Eric’s behemoth cock and balls apart. And STILL the mighty super hunk continued to endure, his magnificent muscles bulging and straining to even more enormous size, his beautiful face a mask of pain and agony.
And then it was time.
The coils of metal whip looped around Eric’s humongous cock were suddenly released all at once, and the young man’s lacerated, welt-covered whale cock suddenly reared upward like some massive beast, despite the enormous 75-ton weight pulling it downward, and released the most massive gout of cum the Cyborgs had ever seen. It was a geyser of cum so huge and so powerful that it threatened to split Eric’s huge cock apart.
Before this first blast was even allowed to fall, the Cyborg lashed their recently freed whips through the air and then expertly wrapped them around Eric’s already noosed and bound balls, adding their power to the enormous amounts of plasma energy already ripping into the two quivering, convulsing man orbs.
The added agony and brutality very nearly obliterated Eric’s already mightily struggling balls, but instead a second titanic blast of cum erupted from his cock, if anything even BIGGER than the first! The young man’s deafening screams fell upon uncaring ears as his crushed, torn, bleeding, and power-fried balls were forced to pump out yet another gargantuan load of cum.
Blast after titanic blast of spunk rocketed out of Eric’s unbound cock, sending massive salvos of sperm flying in all directions. Many of the Cyborgs took direct hits from the young man’s thundering flesh cannon, but his mighty slugs of cum harmlessly splashed against their muscle and steel skins, coating the huge torturers in a thick and gloopy whitewash of Eric’s potent and pungent male essence.
On and on the young man’s goliath orgasm continued, even though at any moment his balls seemed like they would simply explode from the intensity of destructive energy being forced into their very cores. Wisps of smoke began to rise from the web of coils fully enmeshing Eric’s titanic balls, and it was clear that the massive bolts of raw energy were starting to cook the delicate tissues of the man’s massive nuts. The Cyborgs refused to relent, however, seemingly determined to blow the young man’s huge nuts apart even as they purged the deep wells of his gonads of one final, magnificent load of their fantastically powerful and potent semen.
Amazingly, the unbelievable agony of the continued abuse drove Eric to even greater levels of orgasm, and the monumental ejaculation thundered onward undiminished, minute after minute, his gargantuan balls coughing up more spunk than anyone would have thought possible, even in testicles as monstrously huge as Eric’s. Their very virility was extending the duration of the abuse, and threatened to prove their undoing.
In the end, the titanic orgasm lasted more than 15 full minutes, resulting in the purging of more than 50 GALLONS of unbelievably thick, white spunk from Eric’s battered and torn loins. The amount of fresh nut slop pooling on the arena floor was truly unbelievable, and the monstrous testicle leeches immediately began to undulate forward to start consuming this latest load of pearlescent treasure.
As the final thick dregs of Eric’s monumental load spilled from his rampant cock to the soaked and flooded floor below, the Cyborgs each sent one more massive bolt of energy through their whips into the young man’s nearly broken balls, threatening to emasculate the young and powerful muscle stud then and there. But once again, Eric’s monstrous balls prove themselves tougher than anything the Cyborgs had seen before, and they survived, bruised, beaten, battered, and more than half cooked, but intact.
The 12 Cyborgs then stepped back and uncoiled their whips from around Eric’s smoking and throbbing balls. An exhausted Eric collapsed in his restraints, panting to regain his breath after the ordeal he has just endured. Though the rest of his body was limp with extreme fatigue, Eric’s huge horse cock remained rock hard, throbbing powerfully and waving proudly before the young man in defiance against the entire Cyborg Imperium, seemingly defying the Cyborgs to do their worst.
Eric was given a few minutes to regroup and recover. The young muscle stud finally raised his handsome head and saw one of the time displays set about the arena walls -- and the young man’s heart almost stopped in horror. Not even eight hours had yet elapsed since the unbelievably brutal neuron whip torture had begun! That meant that he still had another 16+ hours of this abuse yet to endure!
The captive muscle hunk steeled himself for the tortures yet to come, knowing that the second round with the neuron whips would be even more brutal than the first…
