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Captive of the Cyborgs – Part 11
Bicep Flex
Day 28
As the weeks went by, Dalton grew more creative and varied with his tortures, finding new ways to test Eric's limits and bring the young muscle man to new heights of agony and orgasmic ecstasy.
One of Dalton's more inventive yet simple ways to torture Eric's balls was to place one of the huge, sperm-filled dinosaur eggs in the inside crook of one of his elbows, and trapping the huge orb in place by partially bending his enormously muscular arm. The Cyborg typically enjoyed trapping both of a man’s balls in this fashion, but Eric’s gargantuan gonads were simply too big to crush both at the same time, so the huge Cyborg had to torture them singly. With one of Eric’s huge bull balls in place and a wicked grin on the Cyborg’s handsome face, Dalton would begin to flex his titanic bicep, making the mighty muscle expand and forcing his unyielding flesh into one of Eric's vulnerable balls.
With his ball trapped between Dalton's massive forearm and his steadily expanding monster bicep, Eric's gargantuan gonad had no choice but to give way to the unrelenting pressure. And with nowhere else to go, the increasing pressure caused the massive ball to gradually flatten, bending and squishing around the Cyborg's massive bicep until it was bulging out dramatically on either side of the great muscle, threatening to burst under the crushing pressure. The Cyborg reveled in the wet crunching sounds of the gristle and flesh of the young man’s supremely beefy ball bending and distorting around his massive bicep, and the sound elicited powerful feelings of lust in the huge Cyborg that he had not felt in his 6,000+ years of existence.
As with all tortures to his balls, the pain and abuse kept Eric's cock rock hard and vibrating with lust. By the time Eric's mammoth ball was crushed nearly flat, his massive 19 ½ inch cock was drooling thick slugs of sticky precum like other men pee, and Dalton knew that yet another massive orgasm was just moments away.
Dalton was an expert gauge of ball crushing, and knew exactly how far he could take his massively muscular captive. The Cyborg knew that Eric was capable of enduring many orders of magnitude more testicular abuse than any other human he had ever come across, but even this massively muscular young superman had his limits. Dalton knew that with just one simple flex of his arm, quashing the young man’s giant trapped gonad just that fraction of an inch more, he could obliterate one of Eric's fantastic testicles, ending half of his extraordinary masculinity forever. But such an outcome would end Dalton's fun, and he was finding that he was not even BEGINNING to tire of torturing this young man in the least. In fact, if anything, he was enjoying the tortures more and more, for the young muscle man never ceased to amaze him with his super human levels of endurance and strength and staying power.
All that said, crushing a man's balls with his biceps was one of Dalton's favorite ways to de-ball a man, and the cruel Cyborg was finding it increasingly difficult to resist the urge to pulverize the trapped testicle once and for all. The Cyborg loved noting more than holding a male on the cusp of castration for a seeming eternity, feeling his big balls, the source of his masculinity, quivering on the fine razor's edge of destruction. Dalton reveled in that feeling of total control and power. But what he loved even more was that ultimate moment when, either with a massive flex or just a touch more pressure, he would force the man's balls to explode in a shower of fluids and broken ball meat. Dalton particularly enjoyed the feeling of the man's final juices sliding over his massive arm muscles, and mixed with heavier fleshy chunks of his victim's ruined balls.
Dalton's lust for destruction and castration threatened to overwhelm his desire to make his tortures with Eric last for weeks and months on end, and he was once again hard pressed not to push past what he knew was safe, to redline Eric's trapped bull testicle and see just how far he could squeeze it before the huge orb finally burst.
So the Cyborg flexed harder, and harder still, confident that the awesome strength of these incredibly tough nuts could endure even more squeezing and crushing abuse. Eric was now bellowing in extreme agony, for his massive ball had been squashed almost flat in its center, horrifically dimpled at either end as the peak of Dalton’s goliath bicep threatened to meet his massive forearm through the MIDDLE of the giant bull nut! And STILL Dalton continued flexing his enormous bicep, forcing even more of his powerful arm muscle into the very heart of Eric’s heroically straining nut!!
Finally, Dalton could tell that he had crushed Eric's burly bull nut as far as he possibly could, perhaps even too far. Eric's baseball bat of a cock was quivering on the edge of an orgasm, even as his mammoth ball quivered on the very edge of destruction.
But Dalton was not satisfied until he could make Eric cum through the agony, and so he decided to once again throw caution to the wind and redline Eric's huge bollock after all. Eric's bellows of agony took on an even greater urgency as his ball was crushed beyond all possible endurance. With deliberate slowness, Dalton crushed a little farther, and a little farther, and a little farther still, exceeding all possible limits, and enjoying the sounds of crunching and squishing as the super tough walls of Eric's balls began to succumb to the ever increasing pressure. Less than a half an inch of powerful, thick, and extraordinarily dense ball meat now separated Dalton’s mighty invading bicep from his corded forearm, and it was clear that Eric’s crushed and grotesquely distended ball was about to explode.
Without warning, Eric's thunderously throbbing cock began to pound out a truly ferocious orgasm, the brutal crushing of his nut all but forcing the cum straight out of his tortured bull ball. The young man threw back his achingly handsome head in abject agony as his crushed stud ball was painfully purged of its massive load.
After the first dozen or so blasts, Dalton couldn’t resist taking his hunky prisoner just a little bit farther, and flexes his massive bicep even MORE, giving tiny little pulses to his engorged and swollen muscle and forcing even MORE destructive pressure into the young man’s nearly busted nut. Eric's ball was bulging obscenely out on either side of the brutally flexed muscle, yet still somehow found the strength to endure. The added squeeze had an unusual side effect, however, for during the duration of Dalton's squeeze, the force and volume of Eric's orgasm actually increased, if such a thing was even possible! The mighty stream of cum became thicker and even whiter, and shot farther than ever before. The mighty wad was also unending, a continuous stream of male fluid, for the crushing grip was actually FORCING the cum directly out of Eric's tortured ball under incredible pressure.
Dalton held the extra squeezes longer, just a few seconds at first, and then longer and longer and longer. The Cyborg was soon holding his added flexing squeeze for more than 10 seconds at a time, forcing a giant continuous gout of splooge out of Eric’s cock before slightly easing up on the vise-like grip, allowing Eric to shoot 4 or 5 regular wads before bearing down on the giant gonad again, and forcing another thick and viscous flood of semen to jettison from Eric's prick in another continuous stream.
Dalton repeated this process throughout Eric's mighty orgasm, threatening time and again to squeeze just that little bit too hard and crush Eric's bull ball into oblivion, but somehow it continued to endure and pump out truly vast quantities of his manly cum.
The mighty orgasm lasted more than six minutes, and produced several gallons of fresh man cream. But the cruel Cyborg was still not satisfied. As the orgasm neared its end, a lust crazed Dalton went for broke, and crushed Eric's ball even HARDER than before! Eric let out a shriek of agony as his ball was crushed to less than a quarter inch thick in its center, with the remainder of the thick and meaty ball flesh bulging grotesquely around the Cyborg's flaring bicep. Once again, a thick wad of continuous cum began to shoot from Eric's gorgeous and impossibly thick horse cock, recoating his own nearly busted ball and the Cyborg's massive arm with fresh slugs of man juice.
This time, however, Dalton did not ease up on the crushing grip, and in fact very, very slowly began to INCREASE it! Ten seconds went by, and then 20, and then 30 - Eric's screams were truly frantic now, and the force of his orgasm was, if anything, actually increasing - 40 seconds, then 50 seconds, and then 60 seconds!
Finally, after a full minute, the force of the flow from Eric's cock began to diminish. Pulsing squeezes from Dalton's massive arm produced thick pulses of man cream, but even these began to diminish. After two and a half minutes of devastatingly crushing force, and more than eight and a half minutes total of mind blowing orgasm, Eric's flow of sperm finally ceased.
Dalton squeezed Eric's supremely crushed ball again, and again, and yet again, but only a thin and weak stream of fluid was forced from the young man's perilously smushed ball. The young man's goliath testicle was now crushed so flat in its center that it looked like there was nothing between the Cyborg’s gargantuan bicep and his forearm. The bulging contents of the horrifically distorted and misshapen ball looked like they could burst forth at any moment. Dalton had gone far beyond even simply redlining Eric's mighty bull ball, and yet he could not resist one more brutal crush.
A sickening squishing sound could be heard coming from Eric's bulging bull ball. The stunningly handsome young man's head flew back as an almighty slug of cum erupted from his pulsating cock, one final, magnificent wad of thick stud cream, that arced high into the air before landing wetly all over the Cyborg’s gigantic flexing arm and the young man's utterly squashed and busted ball.
The pressure continued to build, and Dalton knew that Eric's mighty ball had already endured far more than should have been humanly possible. Even now, he could feel the final strength being sapped from the incredibly tough, fibrous walls containing all that thick, delicious meat of the massive gonad, and knew that its final moment was rapidly approaching. He could both hear and FEEL that astoundingly tough outer wall starting to crack and shred, threatening to allow all of that dense and heavy beef trapped inside that shell to burst into the young man’s scrotum. Yet he could not make himself ease up on his deadly grip, as part of him wanted to feel this massive ball, this paragon of masculinity, burst upon his massive bicep...
At the last moment, and with a colossal force of will, Dalton began to ease up on his flexing arm, slowly releasing the trapped bull ball and allowing it to resume their normal egg shape. It had been a VERY close call, for Eric's humongous ball had been on the verge of exploding under the tremendous pressure, but Dalton stopped just in time to save the huge teste and prevent any permanent damage. This time...
Dalton let Eric’s tortured and nearly busted nut fall heavily to the bottom of its huge hairy sac, where the bruised and swollen orb hung heavily and throbbed in excruciating agony. The Cyborg then eagerly grabbed the young man’s other mighty bull nut and placed it firmly in the crook of his arm, and then prepared to repeat his performance on the young man’s so far unmolested nut.
The Cyborg was eager to spend the entire night going back and forth between the young man’s colossal testicles, squeezing the cum out of one while the other rapidly recharged with another massive batch of his thick and chunky spew. The young man’s awesome powers of healing allowed the recovering testicle to cover most - but not all - of its strength and resilience during the time its partner was being squeezed and crushed, so that by the time it was time for the first mighty gonad to be crushed again, it was almost back to full strength and power. Almost…
Dalton knew he would be wearing down Eric’s colossal balls a little bit more with each repetition of the bicep squeezing torture, making it a little bit harder each time for the young man’s mighty bull nuts to survive. Each time he crushed one of the young man’s titanic testes, Dalton knew he was running a greater and greater risk of bursting it for good...and that only added to the Cyborg’s lustful excitement. Time would only tell if young Eric’s balls would be able to survive the night.
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