Captive of the Cyborgs - Introducing Eric

Here I introduce the protagonist of my story, the massive muscle beast Eric. These early chapters all take place on Eric's adopted homeworld, a huge planet covered in oceans and tropical forests. These early chapters are heavily inspired by the whole Tarzan genre, so please forgive the many parallels and similarities...

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Captive of the Cyborgs - Introducing Eric

Eric’s Childhood

Eric had lived on this huge jungle world nearly half of his waking life, but his life actually began out among the stars over 5,000 years before. He recalled his distant childhood like it was almost yesterday, for in Eric’s subjective lifetime, it almost was. Eric was born and grew up among the stars, living on board a space faring vessel, charting the stars and hiding from the fearsome Cyborg fleets. He lived on this ship with his father, a giant mountain of muscle named Ethan, his mother, Diana, and more than four dozen other women. There were many dozens of other children on board the ship, both boys and girls, all of whom had been fathered by the extraordinarily virile Ethan among his female companions. 

The young Eric grew quickly on board the ship, growing tall and handsome and incredibly strong. He was exceptionally intelligent and quick, even among his own genetically enhanced people, and quickly learned the mechanics and physics of space flight, as well as gaining vast knowledge in the fields of medicine, philosophy, and all of the other vast stores of human knowledge that had been rescued and kept on board the library of the space ship. He also learned all he could about the hated Cyborgs, most importantly, how to flee the cybernetic horrors and hide from them. 

Though danger lurked around every corner, Eric’s life was a happy one, for he loved his extended family, and was fiercely loyal and protective of them. Thus it was that, when the Cyborg fleet finally found their ship and attacked, Eric was in the forefront of the defenders manning the frag cannons. 

Eric fought valiantly, and even managed to successfully destroy several of the attacking ships, a very rare accomplishment for any human, let alone a child. But a stray blast from the enemy’s plasma launcher struck the ship, and Eric’s cannon was slagged. By great fortune, Eric was not severely injured, but he suffered a blow to the head that left him nearly unconscious, and completely helpless. His mother came upon the 10-year-old boy in the shattered cannon room, and she desperately helped him from the rubble. At the mere age of 10, Eric was already over 6 feet tall and 220 pounds of solid muscle, so Diana had to drag her son’s limp form. But with a strength borne of desperation, she managed to haul Eric to the nearest escape pod and buckle him inside. Eric regained consciousness long enough to see his mother and hear her words of love and loss before Diana jettisoned the escape pod, launching Eric away from the doomed space ship. 

The young lad was able to struggle to the porthole of his pod and watch the enemy ships close in on his family’s space vessel, and witnessed the fatal shots that blasted his only home, and every person he had ever known, into atoms. Upon seeing the destruction of his family, Eric mercifully fell unconscious, and knew no more... 

A Brave New World

By a quirk of radiation and cosmic interference, Eric’s escape pod was not picked up on the Cyborg’s radar. Eric’s life signs were also so faint that they did not register on even the Cyborg’s extremely sensitive equipment. The young lad’s pod therefore managed to blast away from the scene of destruction undetected. But with no set trajectory, the pod flew out into unknown and uncharted space, heading into the unknown. The on board computer constantly searched for a habitable world to set down on and release its precious cargo, but sensing that nothing suitable was immediately close by, it placed young Eric in cryogenic stasis – essentially suspended animation – and began to quietly scan this remote arm of the galaxy for a place to land. 

What followed was more than 50 centuries of wandering. The pod traveled from star system to star system, relying mostly on solar energy and using its limited fuel sparingly, hoping to find a safe haven for its sole passenger. Its power slowly began to dwindle over time, and yet it continued bravely onward, if a tiny escape pod could be said to be brave. After more than five millennia, the pod was very nearly out of fuel when it had the incredible good fortune to locate a habitable world, a world verdant and lush with vegetation, a suitable new home for its slumbering cargo. With many of its systems already failing, the pod changed course to rendezvous with the lush tropical planet, and prepared to attempt a landing. 

As the pod shakily entered orbit around the planet, it resuscitated the young boy in his cryo tube. The pod’s medical facilities had healed Eric’s minor injuries at the beginning of his cryo sleep, so the young man awoke both unharmed and alert. For young Eric, mere hours had passed since he had witnessed the destruction of his ship and his family, but he knew that the time to grieve would be later. For now, he had to focus on the entry of his pod into the atmosphere. The pod had decayed over the 5,000+ years of travel, and its energy supply was nearly at zero, so Eric was forced to perform the entry almost entirely manually. He caught a long glimpse of the massive green and blue world below him before the fire of atmospheric reentry reduced visibility to nothing. Then all of his attention was focused on keeping his pod from burning to a crisp in the atmosphere, or colliding with the planet’s surface in a ball of flame. 

Eric rode out the extremely violent entry as best he could, and had to cope with nearly fatal temperatures as the pod’s cabin heated to dangerous levels. If not for his expert knowledge of aeronautics and spaceship mechanics, Eric would never have been able to land the craft, and as it was, even for Eric it was a very close shave. The heat reached levels that would have killed a lesser man, but Eric was ferociously tough and strong even at that young age, and he clung to consciousness and persevered. The young pilot managed to hold on long enough to pilot the craft the last few hundred thousand meters of its descent, and crash land the vessel in a long meadow amidst the towering trees of a massive jungle. 

By yet another miracle, Eric survived the crash virtually unharmed, climbing from the steaming wreckage of the small vessel with just a few minor scrapes and bruises to survey his new home world. He had been violently thrown around the small cabin during the rough and jarring landing, and any other human would likely have been crippled and mortally wounded by the severity of the crash, but Eric proved his might once again by being able to endure and shake off the battering his body received. 

Eric surveyed the scene around him and discovered a world much like those he had read about while on board the starship. He had never seen a living world in person, so his sparkling blue eyes were filled with wonder. All around him was a vibrant plethora of life, from the smallest insects and birds to the tallest of the massive trees that soared to over 200 feet overhead. The verdant vegetation and blue-purple sky were both beautiful, but Eric knew that dangers could lurk in even the smallest of the flora and fauna, and so he explored with great caution, and used handheld diagnostic equipment from the pod to determine what plants and animals were beneficial, and which were toxic or deadly. 

The ship’s sensor logs identified the verdant and tropical world as an M-class planet in a trinary solar system, which ancient star charts placed in the Ajax star cluster. Due to the presence of the three suns, night never truly fell on the planet, and so the world’s animal life flourished and hunted at all hours. 

The young Eric began his exploration of this new world very carefully, for he knew he couldn’t afford to make a single mistake or allow a single creature to get past his guard. He had many close calls with the local flora and fauna in those first few days and weeks, but he quickly learned what plants to avoid, and which creatures were dangerous. 

And as it turned out, the verdant world had no shortage of dangerous creatures, most of which were similar to Earth species (and indeed may have been descended from Earth species, and seeded on this world by early human colonists), but were much larger, stronger, and more venomous than their cousins on old Earth. Giant pitcher plants awaited the unwary to fall inside them, or get caught in their strangling vines. Giant black feline-like creatures prowled both on the forest floor and in the canopy high above, lurking and waiting for unsuspecting prey. Swarms of carnivorous birds could descend from the treetops and, in minutes, strip even the largest beast to white bones. Snakes, insects, flesh-eating fish, monstrous crocodiles, the list went on and on. 

But most fearsome of all were the dire gorillas. These fell beasts resembled the mighty gorillas of Earth’s own long lost jungles, but were far, far mightier. Dire gorillas stood 8 feet or more in height, and weighed more than 600 pounds of raw muscle, with some individuals growing to over twice that size. These beasts possessed truly fearsome strength, and with four arms instead of the usual two, their massive clawed hands could rend prey to shreds. They also possessed fangs as long and sharp as daggers, and a keen bestial intelligence that allowed them to outwit and outsmart most prey. The dire gorillas had a thick, shaggy coat of greenish gray fur that helped camouflage them in the deep jungle, and they used this ability to blend with great skill. Dire gorillas often lived in families of up to a dozen individuals, usually led by one massive bull male, or were encountered as single males looking to create their own tribe. In any event, these creatures were the most dangerous beasts on Eric’s corner of the planet. 

Eric quickly learned how to avoid dire gorillas and other threats whenever possible, but sometimes avoidance was impossible. That’s when Eric had to fight, pitting his advanced human genetics to the test against some of the most fearsome beasts ever devised by nature. And as it soon became apparent to the creatures of this world, Eric was the most fearsome beast of all. 

The Lord of the Jungle

Eric quickly grew into a true paragon of the male gender, the most magnificent specimen of a man ever born, combining all of humanity’s greatest qualities of strength, endurance, intelligence, virility, and beauty into one mighty individual. And as befitted the very last human male in existence, the young lad was, in a word, perfect, the most extraordinary specimen of masculinity ever conceived. 

At a mere 20 years of age, Eric possessed an extraordinary beauty that was still trapped in that magical time between boy and man, and therefore managed to be both devastatingly masculine and achingly beautiful at the same time. He features were expertly carved, with high cheekbones, a long straight nose, full perfectly-formed lips, an incredibly strong jaw line, and a large prominent chin. But in a face full of perfect features, it was Eric’s eyes that were the most striking -- brilliant, sparkling blue orbs that were framed by extremely long, dark lashes. And instead of making Eric look feminine, his long lashes only added to his masculine beauty. Atop Eric’s beautiful head was a thick mane of dark brown hair that had been bleached to a burnished gold by long hours in the sun. This short, sun-kissed hair was matched by a thick thatch of hair in the young man’s deep, steamy armpits, and another thick patch above his muscular crotch. The rest of the young man’s beautiful body was virtually devoid of body hair, but if Eric was anything like his father Ethan, then he would someday grow thick hair across his enormous chest and down his cobblestone abs to match the dusting of hair down his massive tree trunk legs. 

The young giant of a man stood a full 6 feet, 6 inches tall and had a spectacularly massive frame. This huge frame was packed with the thickest, densest musculature ever to grace a man, giving the young stud a staggering weight of over 450 pounds and making him perhaps the heaviest mass of male muscle ever born. Even more astonishingly, the young stallion appeared to be barely out of adolescence, and so was still growing! 

Even with a frame as massive as that possessed by Eric, the sheer mass of muscle bulging from every inch of his magnificent physique filled that frame almost to bursting. Nevertheless, Eric’s form managed to be perfectly proportioned, not bloated or overblown, but instead mighty and massive and utterly magnificent. 

Eric had a neck as thick as that of a bull, full of corded muscles that flared into mighty, meaty traps of spectacular size and density. His positively enormous, muscular shoulders were larger than cannon balls and were extraordinarily wide, leaving a “mere” yard far behind and flaring to a full four feet in width. From those boulder shoulders hung two truly heroic arms, literally bulging with muscle and raw power. Eric’s extraordinary biceps pushed the measuring tape to the limit at an unbelievable 32 ½ inches – completely cold! – and his forearms were so thick with corded and thickly veined muscle that they were larger than the upper arms of all but the largest of men who had come before him. Eric’s hands were as muscular and huge as the rest of his massive physique, and were capable of palming a creature’s skull and crushing it to dust…but were simultaneously capable of great deftness and gentleness as well. 

Eric’s chest was simply magnificent, a monument to masculinity, the squared-off pecs awesomely broad and unbelievably thick. The young stud’s chest could only be described as Herculean, a pair of massive and thick plates of dense muscle over eight inches thick and bulging with awesome power and strength. Eric’s supremely broad and muscular chest formed an incredibly deep cleft in the middle where the two mighty plates met, a chasm so deep that it could trap a man’s hand in its entirety with room to spare. These mighty pecs were topped by two succulent and perfectly formed nipples, the large rubbery nubs of his nipples projecting proudly from his majestic chest like a pair of very large pencil erasers. 

Eric’s back was as equally awesome and awe inspiring as his chest, with lats so thick and wide that they truly looked like a pair of barnyard doors. Due to the incredible width of Eric’s shoulders and lats, the young stallion would have had trouble negotiating through most doorways back on old Earth. This magnificent back tapered majestically down to an incredibly narrow and muscular waist, creating the most breathtaking and pronounced “V” ever seen on a man. Eric’s muscular waist was incredibly narrow for anyone of his height, let alone for a young man with the sheer awesome mass of muscle that Eric possessed on his frame. Even more astonishing was the fact that Eric’s slender waist was actually an inch smaller than his extraordinary 32 ½-inch arms! No man before in history had ever had an arm measurement that was greater than his waist!! 

Beneath the supreme overhang of his mammoth chest, Eric’s abs were like giant cobblestones, a perfectly formed and proportioned 8-pack of abdominal muscles. As the young muscle man had virtually no body fat, his perfectly smooth and richly tanned skin was stretched thin over his powerful, corded muscles, almost looking as if his skin was two sizes too small for his immense body, and causing the great muscles to bulge almost obscenely from his skin. Therefore his abs, like the rest of his awesomely muscular physique, were clearly visible beneath his skin, bulging and flexing with his every movement. 

The youth’s massive legs were as spectacular as his huge upper body, descending from his tight and muscular hips like a pair of mighty tree trunks. Eric’s thighs were simply spectacular, massive thews of thick muscle that bulged and stretched dramatically with each step and movement. These thighs were thicker around than most men’s chests, and gave Eric the strength to leap from branch to branch across great distances, and cave in rib cages and stave in skulls with a single kick. Eric’s big beefy calves were equally as mighty and massive, their huge muscles the shape of footballs, only much, much larger. These calves ended in massive, muscular feet that would have required size 22 shoes back on Earth. But the young stud’s feet had been thoroughly toughened by a decade of living barefoot in the rough jungle, and his hardened soles could turn away even the sharpest thorn or stinger. 

The mighty pillars of Eric’s columnar thighs led up to a tight and muscular ass out of legend, two huge, perfect globes of male muscle. Eric’s ass muscles all but glowed with the same raw power as the rest of his mighty physique. 

Eric was truly an Adonis of a man, a muscle stud of legend and worthy inheritor of mankind’s final hopes. But he had yet one more attribute that put him above and beyond all other men, one attribute where the genetic engineering of his forefathers more than five millennia before had gone off the charts – his gigantic genitalia. 

As befitted this young giant of a man, who outshone all other men with his awesome beauty and magnificent musculature, Eric possessed a cock and balls that were like something truly out of myth and legend. Eric’s great, pendulous horse cock of a penis looked like a third arm hanging from his crotch, so great was its length and mighty girth. Even completely soft, the young stud’s mammoth cock was over 14 inches long and thicker than a baseball bat. When erect, his mighty schlong stretched the measuring tape to 19 ½ inches of throbbing, vein-gnarled cock, a spectacular monument to masculinity. The almighty girth of Eric’s cock was so great that even Eric’s humongous hands could not quite encircle its great size, leaving a gap of an inch or two between his fingers and thumb all along the astounding length of that mighty shaft. The massive head on Eric’s cock was larger than a fist, and was covered in a thick hood of succulent foreskin that, even when Eric’s cock was fully erect, did not retract completely. 

Ironically, Eric’s cock was so monstrously oversized and huge that he would be far too large (by several orders of magnitude) to ever mate normally with a human female, assuming he ever encountered one again. If he ever had the chance to try to mate, Eric would be forced to ejaculate with his cock head pressed up against a woman’s vaginal opening, flooding her insides with his seed, instead of trying to cram his impossibly large cock inside of her. Fucking any human orifice would be forever out of the question for this spectacularly hung young bull. But considering that he was stranded on a planet completely devoid of other human life, this was unlikely to ever become an issue for young Eric…

Fortunately for Eric, he also possessed a set of titanic testicles of extraordinary power and virility, more than capable of filling a woman’s womb -- and then the jacuzzi next to her -- with his extraordinarily thick, incredibly over abundant, and super potent sperm. 

If Eric’s cock was monstrous, then the size of his behemoth bull balls was obscene. The young bo-hunk’s balls were so ridiculously oversized that they didn’t even appear to be humanly possible. Each mighty testicle was far larger than the juiciest grapefruit and bigger than the most milk-laden coconut, exceeding even the size of Eric’s own massive fists. Eric’s twin bull balls were mighty lava factories built for long endurance, capable of producing mind-blowing amounts of his supremely powerful seed in an extremely short period of time. This awesome virility was a necessary genetic enhancement, for if Eric ever had the chance to mate with human females, he would likely need to impregnate as many of them as possible in a very short period of time. 

Eric’s gigantic balls rested heavily in a massive scrotum, its thick, silky-smooth skin stretched taut as it tried to contain its massive and meaty contents. Such was the great weight of Eric’s Herculean He-man nuts that they naturally stretched his scrotum to a full 4 inches from his crotch, one of the mightiest natural dangles ever seen on a man. And if Eric’s mighty nuts already stretched his ballsac to 4 inches at the tender young age of 20, then who knew how much farther they would stretch by the time he was 25, or 30! The great dangle of his balls made Eric’s nuts look even more massive, a gigantic balloon of man meat at the end of a ridiculously long neck of stretched scrotum, with only the mighty cords and blood vessels within that thin neck of skin keeping the young man’s awesome masculinity attached to his massively muscular body. 

Eric wore no clothes as he swung through the jungle vines or sprinted across the jungle floor, causing his mighty genitals to flop around wildly. The young man’s cock and balls were therefore necessarily toughened against abuse, and could slap solidly against trees or boulders, or Eric’s own hard-as-steel thighs, with no pain or ill effect. Genetic engineering and a decade of brutal conditioning had Eric’s balls truly nearly as tough as steel. 

The young muscle man’s great strength and awesome stamina were put to the test on a daily basis in the violent and incredibly dangerous jungles of his verdant world, but his super human power, endurance, and intelligence had allowed Eric to not only to survive, but to thrive and become the uncontested master of the jungle. Even the dire gorillas had learned to keep a respectful distance away from Eric, but still, every once in a while, a bull male would decide to challenge Eric for dominance, and would end up dead with a broken neck or shattered skull at Eric’s hands. 

Eric was the undisputed Lord of the Jungle, and despite his loneliness, he led a full and contented life. Until the day that he was discovered by the fearsome Cyborgs...