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Captive of the Cyborgs – Part 18
Meat Tenderizing
Day 56
As the power and resiliency of Eric’s behemoth balls grew and grew under the continual torturing and conditioning, so too did the brutality and ferocity of abuse that Dalton heaped upon those amazingly massive and durable man eggs. The Cyborg was becoming more and more enraptured with his achingly handsome, spectacularly muscular, and phenomenally hung young prisoner, for he was able to visit tortures upon the hunky super stud that he would have never before imagined possible. The bloodlust grew in the Cyborg more and more with each passing day, making him more and more reckless with his tortures, pushing Eric’s limits farther and farther with each session, and it remained an ongoing miracle that the young man's monstrously oversized and gorgeous bull balls were still intact. But both prisoner and torturer knew that it would only take one blow, one squeeze, one yank, one crush that went just that little bit too far to end Eric’s phenomenal masculinity - and any hope for the resurrection of the human race - forever.
But Dalton seemed less and less concerned about such consequences, so wrapped up was he in the growing arsenal of weapons and devices that he planned to use on Eric’s mighty yet ultimately defenseless bull balls.
A favorite theme in Dalton's cadre of torture techniques was bludgeoning, and he had already used a wide variety of mallets, bats, pipes, crowbars, clubs, hammers, and other tools to beat Eric’s massive balls purple and blue, striking them from all possible directions - sometimes more than one direction at a time - and bringing them to the brink of rupturing more times than either the torturer or his handsome young victim could count. The Cyborg loved slowly breaking down the resistance of the thick and supremely powerful outer walls of Eric’s balls, feeling them gradually crumble as the relentless pounding and beating slowly broke them apart, only to stop just short of completely and irreversibly rupturing those spectacular balls and instead letting them heal and recover to become even stronger than before.
As each progressively more brutal torture would begin, Eric’s mammoth balls would powerfully resist even the mightiest of blows, their incredible power and strength forcing the blows to rebound off of his supremely tough bull balls. But as the beatings continued, Eric’s balls would start to deform more and more with each blow, being crushed flatter and flatter as their strength began to ebb and fade. In time, Eric’s balls would be crushed nearly flat as pancakes with each blow, their insides all but reduced to jelly and threatening to rupture as the last bits of strength were pounded out of his awesome gonads. But still, somehow, Eric’s mighty balls would survive each blow, and rebound into their healthy egg shape, defying Dalton to beat them even harder. And Dalton never refused such a challenge.
Now, nearly two months into Eric’s captivity, the cruel Cyborg was resorting to more and more vicious and brutal instruments of torture, all designed to push Eric even farther and subject him to whole new plateaus of agony.
One night, Dalton arrived at the clearing with a massive new mallet, the biggest yet, and Eric’s beautiful blue eyes grew wide with fear as he saw this new weapon, for this was no simple mallet. Dalton had worked throughout the day to attach sharp metal studs, each about a half inch square and just as long, all over the surface of the mighty truncheon. This was a brutal weapon not meant for torture, but for destruction.
Eric’s own mighty truncheon, rock hard as always once the sun went down, immediately started quivering and pulsing with a massive orgasm, spraying out fresh loads of spunk from his massive balls, and wondering (not for the first time) if this was the night that he would lose his balls forever. His massive, heavy balls heaved in their silken pouch, almost as if they knew that this might be their very last chance to impregnate something, anything, before they were painfully destroyed.
Dalton gazed at the awesomely masculine and powerful sight before him, enjoying the deep grunts of fear and ecstasy coming from the young stud as he watched this paragon of mankind unleash yet another of his stupendously colossal loads of man milk to join their cousins in the lake of sperm beneath his feet. The intensely masculine and erotic sight never failed to entrance the gigantic Cyborg.
Eric’s mighty horse cock looked particularly swollen and distended this evening, and Dalton stepped up for a closer look, heedless of the dozens and dozens of wads of thick man spunk that began to pelt his body with astonishing force and power. Upon closer inspection, Dalton made yet another surprising discovery - not only were Eric behemoth bull balls becoming stronger under the constant abuse and growing more virile under the constant stimulation, but it appeared that the constant arousal was continuing to have an effect on Eric’s cock as well, for it was once again markedly longer and thicker than it had been even just a few weeks ago. In fact, the mighty bull cock had added another half inch to its already supremely formidable length, stretching the yard stick to an astounding 22 inches, and had perceptibly plumped up its goliath girth as well! Dalton could see tiny, almost microscopic stretch marks developing all up and down the colossal shaft, as well as on the fist-sized glans itself. Dalton had never heard of such phenomenal penile growth before, and he grew excited to see just how big he could make that cock swell...before the young man's ultimate destruction, of course.
All throughout Dalton's inspection, Eric continued to thunder out a massive orgasm, the pleasure ripping through his loins even as he feared and dreaded the agony that was soon to come.
The young man didn't have long to wait, for Dalton wasted no time in dragging forth the giant solid steel cube to place beneath Eric’s wide-stretched legs, and gently laid the phenomenally low hanging balls dead center of the cold and flat metal surface.
All was now ready for the tortures to begin.
The Cyborg grasped the thick handle of the studded mallet with both hands, and then raised the two ton hammer head high above his head. He held the mallet there for many long moments, his gigantic arms flexing with raw power, as he enjoyed the fear and anticipation in his handsome young prisoner's terrified eyes. Then, with a mighty grunt, Dalton brought the mallet down with tremendous force, striking directly into Eric’s helpless balls with a terrible smacking sound of metal on flesh.
THUMP!!!
Dalton could hear a sickening crunch as the studded face of the mallet disappeared deep into Eric’s bulging balls, forcing an almighty slug of pure sperm to jet from the young man’s gargantuan cock, and he thought for a moment that he may have finally succeeded in breaking the young stud's mighty bull balls. And with one mighty blow, no less! The bellow of pure agony escaping from Eric’s lips lent credence to this belief, the young man writhing in gorgeous pain as his enormous muscles bulged and stretched in a fantastic interplay of muscular perfection.
But as he lifted the awesomely heavy mallet off of Eric’s smushed nuts, he saw them rebound back to their normal shape, having survived the first fearsome blow intact! The crunching sound had been caused by the metal studs as they bit deeply into Eric’s tender ball flesh, crushing their contents even more thoroughly than the flat mallets and hammers that the Cyborg had used in the past. Dalton was very pleased to see that Eric’s balls had survived the first blow, for that meant that the tortures could continue.
THUMP!!! THUMP!!!
THUMP!!! THUMP!!!
The Cyborg raised the mallet high, and then delivered a second terrible blow to Eric’s screaming balls. And then a third, and a fourth, and a fifth. Such was the brutality of the blows that a massive wad of sperm was pounded out of Eric’s monstrous cock on each strike, literally forcing the sperm out of Eric’s super engorged nuts.
The inhumanly brutal beating went on and on and on, with Eric’s balls enduring heights of abuse that would have been impossible even for him one month ago. But despite the growing power and stamina of the young man's titanic testicles, this beating was more ferocious and brutal than anything the powerful stud had experienced before, and his balls very quickly showed the first signs of weakening under the abuse. Dalton was convinced that the stud could endure more - a whole lot more - and so he ignored these early warning signs and kept right on beating Eric’s balls.
THUMP!!! THUMP!!!
THUMP!!! THUMP!!!
THUMP!!! THUMP!!!
THUMP!!! THUMP!!!
THUMP!!! THUMP!!!
THUMP!!! THUMP!!!
Dalton's bludgeoning of Eric’s balls lasted one hour, and then two. The Cyborg allowed Eric brief pauses in the beating, both to allow Eric to catch his breath and to inspect the amount of damage inflicted on the young man's bellowing bull balls. The huge orbs steadily crumbled under the abuse, already covered in red and purple bruises and hundreds of impact marks from the metal studs. Dalton adjusted Eric’s balls every so often so that he could strike them from a different angle - the side, behind, from below - so that every side, every square millimeter of those massive and mighty orbs could feel the full force and weight of the studded mallet.
Throughout the torture, Eric continued to blast out wad after massive wad of cum with each monumental blow, his awesome virility proving to be more than a match for this constant and brutal milking of his balls. It was clear that the young man's balls would explode from the beatings long before they would run out of their thick, rich, and super abundant spunk.
THUMP!!! THUMP!!!
THUMP!!! THUMP!!!
THUMP!!! THUMP!!!
THUMP!!! THUMP!!!
THUMP!!! THUMP!!!
THUMP!!! THUMP!!!
After three hours of constant and horrifically brutal beating, even Dalton was growing aware that Eric’s fabled resilience was nearing its end. His massive balls were now frightfully swollen, and almost uniformly dark purple with intense bruising. Each blow was now meeting with so little resistance that the huge balls were being crushed almost completely flat, actually bending around the edges of the massive face of the mallet. The early crunching sounds had grown more and more liquid as Eric’s thick and beefy nut guts were slowly being reduced to a puree, and the mallet’s metal studs were being driven so deep into Eric’s flattened testicular tissues that they were very nearly striking the face of the huge metal block itself! But STILL Eric endured!!
THUMP!!! THUMP!!!
THUMP!!! THUMP!!!
THUMP!!! THUMP!!!
THUMP!!! THUMP!!!
THUMP!!! THUMP!!!
THUMP!!! THUMP!!!
Dalton paused again in his tireless beating to inspect Eric’s nearly jellied balls. He grabbed the low-hanging man fruits in both hands and roughly squeezed them, eliciting yet another cry of pain from the young muscle stud. As had happened on so many previous evenings, the Cyborg's huge metal fingers easily dug into the very core of Eric’s bull nuts, their tough fibrous walls virtually annihilated and the massive, beefy contents within feeling very squishy and gooey. When Dalton relaxed his crushing grip, Eric’s humongous bull balls were disturbingly slow in returning to their normal orb-like shape, and the indentations of Dalton’s thick invading fingers lasted much longer than was healthy or normal. The gigantic gonads looked blocky and misshapen, and it was clear that much of their phenomenal strength had already been pounded out of them, and that it wouldn’t take much more to make them split wide open.
Dalton once again wondered - with some trepidation and regret - whether he had already pushed Eric too far, and if his mighty balls could recover from this frighteningly extreme amount of damage. The mallet’s studded spikes were inflicting serious damage and harm on the young man’s thick but delicate ball meat, slowly but steadily rupturing and pulverizing the precious sperm-producing tissues and rendering him sterile. This sort of brutal and extensive damage might be too much for even Eric’s vaunted healing abilities to correct, and even if Dalton left the young stud with his two huge balls whole and intact, the handsome young stud might be shooting blanks forever.
But a lust-crazed Dalton wasn't ready to throw in the towel yet, and he decided that if Eric could endure three more blows of the studded mallet, he would let him keep his balls for another night.
Dalton lifted the mallet high and brought it down with pulverizing force into Eric’s twin meaty bull nuts, his hardest and most devastating blow yet.
WHOMP!!!!!
Eric bellowed in fresh agony, his balls a hairsbreadth from destruction even as they pumped out yet another astoundingly huge rope of cum. His enormous testes remained almost half flattened even when the massive studded hammer was lifted off of them, and they appeared more than half wrecked already.
CRACK!!!!!
The young man shrieked in pain and tears flowed freely down his handsome cheeks, as he could feel his balls crumbling beneath the most fearsome blow yet. Sickening crunching sounds heralded the fact that Eric’s mighty bull balls had cracked, fracturing in more than a dozen places as their incredibly tough outer walls finally began to fail under the inhuman assault. He KNEW that his mighty balls simply could not endure one more blow. They simply HAD to burst into beefy ruin if the Cyborg struck them one more time, if they were not mortally wounded already.
As the Cyborg lifted up the mallet one last time, Eric could see his destruction written on the cruelly studded face of the two-ton hammer. The handsome young muscle monster let out one final bellow of pain and fear and defiance, knowing that his awesome manhood was finally at an end.
SLAM!!!!!!!!!!
Dalton struck his most mighty blow ever into Eric’s already bruised and terribly battered balls, throwing every ounce of his phenomenal cybernetic strength into the utterly annihilating blow. The sound of the impact was devastating, as the metal studs of the mallet actually struck the surface of the metal cube with a thunderous clang. The mallet was buried so deeply into the young man's balls, crushing them so flat, that the half-inch-long studs were finally able to drive their way THROUGH Eric’s flattened nuts and strike the metal cube beneath those doomed balls!!!
Nothing could survive such a titanic hammer blow! Even a granite mountainside would have failed under so powerful a blow, cracking and shattering under the stupendous force. The balls of a mere flesh and blood human, no matter how huge and dense and powerful, would be instantly and utterly obliterated.
Eric’s horrible scream was as loud and earth shattering as the sound of the mallet’s studs striking metal, and his whole body arched in gloriously muscular relief as the most agonized wail imaginable was torn from the young stud's powerful lungs. At the same time, the young man's 22-inch cock finally reached its first true orgasm in more than three hours, and started pumping out a violent deluge of cum as if his tortured nuts hadn't already been pounding out hundreds of wads of cum all evening long. It was a veritable flood of sperm, one that quickly coated the mallet, Dalton's arms, and the steel cube with dozens and dozens of massive, sticky wads of thick cum.
Dalton was convinced that Eric’s balls must have been completely pulverized by that final blow, reduced to a smear of broken nut guts on the surface of the cube, but just for added pleasure, he started grinding the mallet back and forth on the cube, further crushing and mincing the ball meat trapped between the mallet and the block. The slick, wet crunching sounds coming from beneath the mallet only seemed to confirm Dalton's suspicions. And though he was overcome with lust at having finally destroyed the most amazing nuts in the universe - and the very last set of human male gonads in existence - part of the Cyborg couldn't help but feel sad that his days and weeks of pleasure had finally come to an end.
The young man's orgasm lasted more than 10 full minutes, and all the while, Dalton kept the heavy mallet planted firmly in the remains of Eric’s busted nuts, grinding the broken balls into oblivion. The Cyborg even mounted the hammer itself, adding his own phenomenal weight to the 4,000 pounds of studded metal already crushing the young man’s broken balls and more than DOUBLING the devastating weight bearing down on the once massive, mighty, and spectacular bull nuts. This final degradation was utter overkill and Dalton knew it, but the cruel Cyborg couldn’t help but express his ultimate power and domination over the castrated and viciously unmanned super hunk.
Only once Eric’s titanic orgasm had finally ended, the last dregs of his final and colossal load burping out of his spent cock and his gorgeous body hanging limply in his restraints, did Dalton finally dismount and lift up the mighty hammer.
And there, where Dalton expected to see a huge shattered mass of broken ball flesh mixed with blood and raw cum, sat an enormously swollen scrotum containing two huge - and apparently intact - lumps! Both huge balls were grossly misshapen and horrifically swollen and bruised, the outer walls of the twin gonads split and ruptured in numerous places, blood oozing from dozens of deep puncture wounds where the sharp metal studs had passed clear through the silky scrotum and the tough and supremely dense ball meat beneath, but the extraordinary behemoth bull balls had not succumbed to that final blow by exploding in their sac!!!
The Cyborg was literally paralyzed by shock for several long moments, not able to comprehend the impossible sight. Dalton had never before resorted to using his full and entire strength on any male before, of any species! It was such overkill that it was laughable! His final blow was more than enough to slay even another giant Cyborg, let alone crush a mere human’s huge nuts, and it just didn’t seem physically possible that even Eric’s heroically powerful and oversized bull balls could have survived.
Dalton dropped the ginormous mallet into the lake of sperm with a huge splash of cum, and then his knees buckled, forcing him to grab the giant metal cube with both hands to stay upright. At that same moment, his achingly hard cock began to spew perhaps the largest load of his 6,000+ year life into his tight pants, flooding his left pant leg as a huge stream of Cyborg cum began to spew into Eric’s sperm lake. Dalton’s face was inches from the young man’s broken, busted, but still alive bull nuts as he groaned and bucked out his own huge load to mix with the vast pool of his captive’s thick sperm. As Dalton pounded out his own gargantuan load, he found that he was once again awash with joy and excitement and relief. Despite his overwhelming lust for destruction, the Cyborg found that he was not nearly ready to put an end to this most massive and virile young stud's awesome masculinity, and he found himself to be surprised at how immensely grateful he was that Eric’s behemoth balls had survived that last blow.
Dalton gently cupped and lifted the horribly battered balls to better inspect them, and gently prodded and squeezed the nearly busted nuts. Sure enough, though the tough walls of those supremely powerful nuts had indeed ruptured and split in many places, the interior ball meat was still somehow intact. Bludgeoned, busted, and almost broken, but intact! Dalton knew that the young stud would once again make a 100% full recovery by the next evening...and his mighty balls would no doubt be even more strong and powerful as a result.
Which was a good thing, as Dalton intended to try out an even more brutal torment for the next night's torture session...
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