Captive of the Cyborgs - Chapter 13 - More Ball Squeezing Fun

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Captive of the Cyborgs – Part 13

More Ball Squeezing Fun

Day 36

Dalton enjoyed crushing Eric’s bull balls with his special plexiglas vise so much that he decided to continue with more crushing and squeezing experiments for the next several nights. Over the course of the day while Eric was baking in the sun and recovering from the previous night's torture and torments, the Cyborg’s mind was flooded with thoughts of dozens of various ball crushing techniques he could use on his beefy and hunky human prisoner, all designed to test the limits of Eric’s awesome powers of endurance, while at the same time causing him as much agony as possible and forcing out ever greater quantities of his bountiful male spew. 

As the huge yellow sun began to set once again in the west, Dalton arrived at the lakeside paddock to inspect his handsome prisoner and begin heaping a fresh round of abuse on the young muscle lad. As had by now become commonplace, Eric’s enormous bull cock was already rock hard in anticipation of the night’s tortures, throbbing powerfully to his strong heartbeat and betraying the young muscle god’s uncontrollable libido and his body’s automatic and unconscious response to torture, to try to shoot one more load in the hopes of fertilizing SOMETHING before his gargantuan balls were destroyed. Precum had already begun to flow in a clear and copious stream from the slit in the huge, fist-sized cock head and run down the length of the majestic shaft. Dalton suddenly realized with great surprise that the young stud was already on the verge of cumming, and the tortures hadn’t even started yet! Was this gorgeous young man actually becoming trained to get hard and cum at the very SIGHT of a Cyborg!?!

Dalton wasted no time, striding up to the bound and helpless muscle man, grasping the base of the two meaty lumps of his massive balls in one gigantic fist, and then tugging them hard toward him, stretching them a painful but not excessive 12 or 13 inches from his crotch. 

Eric’s massive cock gave a mighty lurch and immediately and unexpectedly let loose with a gigantic orgasm. Dalton’s neck, chest, and huge arm were pelted and quickly white washed with slug after huge slug of Eric’s fresh, white hot sperm. Eric grunted again and again in a combination of need and defiance, his mammoth and muscular body tensing with each powerful contraction of his humongous balls and pulsation of his throbbing cock. The Cyborg’s body was quickly festooned with thick ribbons and ropes of cum, virtually coating him with a thick slime of nut sludge. The hot goo coated Dalton’s testicle-filled hand as well, making the gigantic testes wet and slippery in his cybernetic fist. On and on the orgasm raged as Eric’s muscular hips thrust his massive cock upward, fucking thin air and intensifying the painful pull on his massive nuts, which in turn only made his orgasm that much more intense and powerful. 

After many long and ecstasy-filled minutes, Eric’s goliath orgasm finally came to an end. Long ropes of thick cum were hanging off of the huge Cyborg, slowly dripping off of his massive frame into the warm pool of cum below. Dalton was utterly amazed at the young man’s explosive reaction to his touch – the Cyborg hadn’t even begun any of his ball busting tortures yet, and yet the young stallion spontaneously let loose with one of his trademark, mind-blowingly huge orgasms! Dalton realized that the many weeks of continuous tortures were starting to condition his young and extraordinarily hunky prisoner, and he wondered with great interest if young Eric would eventually become so conditioned to his arrival that he would actually begin cumming upon the mere sight of the Cyborg. It was a theory he planned to test in the days and weeks to come… 

Dalton gave the double fistful of meaty stud nuts a few tentative squeezes with this huge, cum coated hands, compressing the beefy and soaking wet bull balls slightly in his fist, and was once again amazed by Eric’s powers of recuperation. Just 12 hours previous, the stud’s huge balls had been positively mushy, a hair’s breadth away from rupturing under the tremendous pressures of the vise and tearing free from the tugging of the massive 3,000-pound weight. Now, just half a day later, one would never have known that the torture had even taken place. Eric’s mighty orbs once again felt like warm and solid steel, hard and dense and packed chock full with another awesome batch of the stud’s supremely thick ball batter. 

Dalton trapped Eric’s huge, meaty balls between his palms, lacing his fingers together to prevent the cum-slick, melon-sized orbs from slipping out. Eric knew what was coming next, and the mixture of fear and defiance in the young man’s brilliant blue eyes was like a heady elixir for the Cyborg. Dalton smiled cruelly as he began to press his hands together, compressing the fleshy contents trapped between them and forcing Eric’s mighty nuts to once again endure intense crushing pressure. The two huge nuts quickly slipped past one another so that the monstrous left nut was facing toward the Cyborg, and the equally enormous right nut was pointing toward Eric. 

The Cyborg took his time, increasing the pressure on Eric’s balls with almost imperceptible slowness, for he wanted to make this squeezing and crushing torture last all through the night. 

At first, there was virtually no pain in Eric’s balls; the young man had some seriously tough monster gonads, and it took a whole heck of a lot more than some mild compression for them to register any pain. But as the pressure increased, Dalton could see the pain begin to build in Eric’s pretty blue eyes. The young man struggled to not show the steady agony building in his massive nuts, but Dalton knew that the pain must be reaching truly excruciating levels, feeling like constant hammer blows radiating from his massive elephant balls into his sweaty crotch and up into his ridiculously corrugated muscle belly. Eric began to growl in pain, fighting not to cry out, even though he knew that his resistance would ultimately be futile. Dalton merely stepped up the already extraordinary pressure on the young man’s bull nuts by a couple of notches, and Eric finally let out his first bellow of agony of the night. 

At the same moment, Eric’s magnificent cock unleashed his second massive orgasm, spurting directly onto the Cyborg’s chest. The huge slugs of cum struck the huge metal-ensheathed-in-flesh torso of the Cyborg with such force that the massive wads exploded like wet shrapnel, striking Dalton’s arms and face and legs until they were also dripping with Eric’s thick, sticky juices. So much gloopy jizz was spurting out of Eric’s thundering cock that Dalton’s massive, 16-foot-tall form a drenched in moments, and still MORE of the incredibly abundant spunk continued to spew forth. 

On and on the young muscle man’s orgasm raged, and Dalton could actually FEEL Eric’s behemoth balls pulsing between his hands with the mighty effort of unleashing so much of his male essence. While the Cyborg continued to relentlessly squeeze the young man’s massive balls between his ultra powerful hands, Eric thrust his hips into empty air, trying to fuck something, anything, as his massive cock pumped out several gallons of his thick, gamey splooge. 

The torture slowly continued like this for hours, with Dalton alternately increasing and then decreasing the pressure on Eric’s massive plums, forcing load after load after load from the mighty but much abused orbs. Dalton varied the method of squeezing, sometimes pressing the huge balls between his two massive hands, other times cupping both great orbs in one hand and grinding the massive gonads with the knuckles of his other fist, burying them deep in Eric’s distorting and bulging nut meat. Any other man's rocks would have been quickly reduced to powder, but once again Eric proved that his balls were tough enough to endure this abuse and so much more. 

Dalton also enjoyed rolling the young man’s by now bruised and very battered balls between his two hands as if he was rolling out bread dough. The Cyborg used his extremely wide palms to crush the thick orbs to a fraction of their normal width, and then rubbed his palms together in alternate directions. The sickening crunching and squelching sounds coming from the muscle kid's mammoth baby makers were music to Dalton's ears, as were the bellows of excruciating agony that emanated from Eric’s powerful lungs. 

The handsome and much abused prisoner was almost delirious with pain, but he was much too strong to ever pass out or lose consciousness. Instead, he was unfortunately fully conscious and aware of every squeeze, press, and crush that was delivered to his fantastically powerful nuts, as well as each pain-wracked orgasm that was brutally ripped from his mighty, meaty man eggs. The sultry night air did nothing to cool Eric’s sweat-drenched muscles, nor did the continued lashings of his own white hot ejaculations. However, the young man's sweat and cum soaked body did almost glow by the bright light of the moons, and every bulge and flex of his phenomenal physique as he struggled mightily (but ultimately uselessly) against his bonds was etched in glorious detail by the moons' soft light. 

As the final hours of the night began to wind down, Dalton's abuse of Eric’s nearly busted nuts became even more brutal. Dalton compressed the young man's bull nuts to less than an inch in thickness, causing the young muscle stud truly gut wrenching pain, but this time he didn’t stop there. He squeezed his hands together harder and harder, and soon he was crushing Eric’s balls so hard that he began to force the sperm right out of the beefy eggs, much as the vise had done the night before. The young man's massive baseball bat of a cock didn’t even have to pulse and throb, for the pressure of the Cyborg's huge hands was all that was required to squeeze the sperm directly from Eric’s awesomely virile well of masculinity, crushing his balls so hard that the incredibly thick splooge began to flow out of his cock almost like toothpaste being forced from a tube under intense pressure. Except in Eric’s case, instead of toothpaste, it was pure sperm being forced out of his massive cock, thick and gloopy and chunky, for it was once again undiluted by any other seminal fluids. 

Eric’s thunderous cries and bellows took on an even more urgent quality, as the abuse of his mighty bull balls had once again crossed well beyond the danger zone. The young man's gigantic balls were now compressed to less than a half inch in thickness, and were once again threatening to rupture at any moment. But the cruel Cyborg was not yet satisfied that he had truly reached the young stallion's limit, and so he applied even MORE awesome pressure to the supremely beefy stud's screaming nuts. 

Finally, even Dalton knew that he could squeeze Eric’s balls no farther without risking their immediate and very messy destruction, so he held Eric’s balls there in his brutally crushing grip for ten minutes, then 20 minutes, then 30 minutes, keeping up the intense pressure on Eric’s  screaming and agony filled testes, but maintaining the pressure just this side of rupturing the unbelievably massive orbs. Sweat was now running and dripping freely off Eric’s massive muscles as he struggled against the almost unimaginable agony thundering through his huge testicles. Thick white cum continued to burp out of his cock as the deepest stores of his powerful seed were brutally forced directly out of his humongous baby makers, a steady flow that ever so slowly decreased in volume as the crushing pressure reduced Eric’s balls’ capacity to manufacture and store additional new sperm. 

After another half an hour of constant and brutally intense pressure, the flow of sperm had slowed to a trickle, a slender ribbon of thick white fluid slowly oozing out of Eric’s monstrously engorged cock. But Dalton was not going to be satisfied until he was certain that he had fully drained the young man's behemoth balls, so he started to give pulsing squeezes with his palms, crushing the huge balls way past all tolerance levels in an effort to force every last sperm from those twin orbs with his bare hands. Eric cried out in tremendous agony with each rhythmic crushing pulse of the Cyborg's massive and deadly hands, and at the same time, thick but short slugs of pure sperm were forcibly ejected from his quivering horse cock. The added pressure was having the desired effect of tapping Eric’s final and deepest stores of precious cum, but it was also wearing down the last reserves of awesome strength residing in those two huge male orbs, inching them ever closer to destruction. Even now, the titanically tough walls of Eric’s impossibly beefy and burly bull balls were beginning to crack and fracture under this final abuse, and it wouldn’t take much more to make those mighty seed sacs burst wide open. 

But Dalton could not stop himself from one last, boulder-shattering squeeze, wanting, NEEDING to push Eric beyond all conceivable limits. The lust crazed Cyborg crushed his hands together even harder still, and the young muscle giant shrieked in searing agony as his balls were utterly crushed, squashed nearly as flat as pancakes at a mere ¼-inch thickness. A final slug of cum - so thick and gloopy that it was more solid than liquid - blasted forth from Eric’s quaking cock and onto Dalton’s massive chest. 

After that, no more fluid, not even a single drop, could be forced from Eric’s completely crushed balls. 

Yet Dalton continued to hold Eric’s horrifically squashed balls on the very edge of destruction. One minute went by, then two, then three, and still Eric’s gargantuan gonads somehow endured, though they threatened to rupture at any moment. Dalton could feel the impossibly tough walls of Eric’s bull balls continue to fracture and fail, yet they somehow doggedly refused to give in. The Cyborgs fantastically powerful arms were actually quivering with the effort to NOT close that final quarter-inch gap and pulverize Eric’s balls into so much beefy paste. But he might not even need to make that final effort, for Eric’s incredibly hardy and sturdy mule balls were finally succumbing to all of the awful abuse, their outer walls beginning to give way as they lost their epic battle against the Cyborg’s crushing hands. The young man's balls were going to explode at any moment, ending his awesome masculinity forever, and finally and forevermore sealing the doom of the human species. 

Dalton’s internal struggles once again left him temporarily paralyzed. His base instincts continued to push him to utterly and permanently annihilate the sexuality of this most magnificent of human males, yet another part of him wanted to keep his extraordinarily handsome, muscular, and genetically gifted young captive alive and intact indefinitely, subjecting him to countless more sessions of brutal torture and abuse. This internal struggle had once again resulted in Eric’s mammoth testicles being on the line, enduring abuses far beyond any conceivable tolerance level for a mere human male, but somehow clinging to life through their extraordinary strength, will, and sheer stubbornness. 

Once again the moment of truth had arrived. Eric’s heroic bull balls had endured far more than Dalton would have ever dreamed possible, but now they were yet again at the very brink of destruction. If the conflicted Cyborg didn’t act immediately, then Eric’s fate would be sealed, and his beautiful, magnificent balls would explode in a shower of gore and destruction. 

At the last possible moment, Dalton seemed to come to his senses. He relented and dramatically eased up on the pulverizing pressure, letting Eric’s balls slowly resume their normal, healthy, egg-like shapes. The Cyborg realized that he had come closer than ever before to ruining his handsome young prisoner forever, and he was once again concerned at the nature and cause of this unprecedented war raging inside of him. At the same time, he was mightily impressed that the young super stud was able to survive this latest abuse. He knew, however, that he was consistently pushing his luck with the extraordinarily handsome young muscle stud, and that if he didn’t quickly learn to control himself, he would be left with nothing more than the shattered goo of the young man’s broken nut guts in his hands. 

Dalton also realized that, after the extreme brutality of tonight’s torture session, Eric’s huge gonads were so battered and weakened that even a moderately powerful squeeze might finish them off for good, so the Cyborg reluctantly but wisely released the young man's huge balls, letting them fall heavily to their huge and reddened sac to hang, swollen and incredibly massive,  between Eric’s immensely muscular thighs. 

The huge golden sun was about to break over the tops of the trees on the far side of the lake, and Dalton knew it was time to stop for the night. His uber hunky prisoner had more than earned another day of rest and recuperation, and Dalton knew the young man would need every bit of that time to heal, for even more ball crushing tortures awaited him tomorrow.