Captive of the Cyborgs - Chapter 7 - The First Night Ends

YES, Eric has survived his first night of brutal tortures!! But with no avenue of escape, the young muscle stud knows that he's just going to have to face another night of tortures, and another, and another and another and another, until his poor bull balls finally give out! Is there no hope for our helpless hero?!?

I'm going to take a break from the Cyborg series for a while and resume posting stand alone stories starting this Friday. If you guys are enjoying the Cyborg series, then please let me know, and I'll post more of it in the near future...

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Captive of the Cyborgs – Part 7

The First Night Ends

As the first night of Eric’s captivity drew to a close and the golden light of dawn appeared on the horizon, Dalton took a break from abusing his spectacularly muscular and heroically hung prisoner and assessed the fruits of his labors. The huge Cyborg has forced dozens of loads of sperm from the handsome young hero – 59 loads, to be exact, and each as powerful and magnificent and impossibly voluminous as the first. So much of Eric’s potent and powerful sperm had been spilled upon the ground during the night that a small pool had formed beneath the superhumanly virile young man, a virtual lake of his powerful male essence. The Cyborg had to change Eric’s nutrient bags twice during the night, as the young buck seemed to transform the nutrient broth into sperm as fast as the fluids could enter his veins. Dalton had never before seen a human with even one tenth of this young man’s power and virility, and his evil mind swam with the many hundreds of devious and brutal tortures he wanted to visit on the young bull stud before ultimately destroying him. 

Dalton had focused nearly all of his attention on Eric’s mammoth stud nuts throughout the night, which still hung huge and heavy in their horrifically bruised and battered scrotum. The cruel Cyborg had allowed the young man’s powerhouse nuts to partially heal and regain some of their strength and resiliency multiple times during the night, only to brutally wear them down and bring them to the brink of destruction over and over and over again. The relentless beating, stretching, and crushing had utterly busted the young man’s humongous man orbs, leaving the massive balls swollen, soft, and mushy, and just one good squeeze or punch from bursting asunder. 

But despite the red and purple bruising, despite the fact that the brutally overstretched balls now hung more than 8 inches from his crotch, despite the continuous and brutal raping of their fluids, despite the fact that they had been taken to the brink of destruction and held there dozens if not hundreds of times during the course of the night, Eric’s balls were incredibly, miraculously still intact and had sustained no permanent damage. In fact, the young man’s beefy balls were so virile that they had already manufactured yet more hot and sticky sperm, and were ready for the next round of forced emissions. 

But the experienced Cyborg knew that if he continued the brutal tortures any more that night, he would run the risk of almost certainly destroying this spectacular paragon of masculinity, and be forever denied another opportunity to abuse and bust the most monstrous and heroically powerful balls he had ever seen. 

So as the huge yellow sun began to crest over the horizon, Dalton stepped back from the limp and nearly unconscious form of his muscular young captive, and decided to let the young man rest and recover in preparation of the next night’s tortures. 

Besides, the Cyborg was curious to see how quickly the young man’s balls would heal. Could Eric’s gigantic bull balls, the seat of his awesome masculinity, recover completely over the course of the next 12 or so hours, or would they still be battered and bruised, and less capable of surviving another night of abuses? Only time would tell…

Dalton walked off into the dense jungle, heading back toward his own star ship to bring more supplies and equipment back to Eric’s camp. The Cyborg had many cruel and devious devices that he would like to use on the young muscle man. He left Eric hanging in chains like an abused side of beef, his massive man eggs throbbing in steady agony, his whole body feeling abused and exhausted. He was left there to bake under the world’s intense sun, his spectacularly muscular body dripping with sweat. The terrified young man dreaded what brutalities nightfall would bring...and wondered if he would live to see the next dawn.