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Captive of the Cyborgs – Part 25
Arrival at Primus
Primus, the Cyborg home world, was a unique feature in the galaxy. The world was the size of a large planet, and was formed almost completely out of metal. It was a purely manufactured world, formed from the destruction and assimilation of thousands of metal-rich asteroids and planetoids to form one solid, enormous planet, completely honeycombed and riddled with passages and chambers that contained truly vast armies of Cyborgs in all their myriad shapes and sizes. This world was also where the overlord of the vast Cyborg Empire, the gigantic super computer known as Optimus, held sway over its vast Imperium.
Only Primus was more than just a planet, it was also a spaceship, built on an unimaginably vast scale. The gargantuan vessel didn’t just float in a star system or orbit any large body, but was itself an independently mobile ship, traveling the vast reaches of the galaxy to perform the Cyborgs’ prime goal and mission -- to seek out, conquer, and destroy any and all forms of intelligent biological life.
It was to this roaming planet of destruction that Dalton now raced, with his extraordinarily precious cargo in tow.
The journey from Eric’s jungle home world to Primus took more than six weeks. Even with the ship’s faster than light propulsion technology and judicious use of worm holes, the distance to be traveled was incredibly vast and could not be accomplished overnight.
Dalton amused himself on the long journey by further studying and tormenting his stunningly handsome and spectacularly muscular captive. The Cyborg gleefully inflicted brutal punishments on Eric’s goliath bull balls on a nearly continuous basis, forcing the young man’s massive nuts to grow even stronger and more powerful as their limits were pushed farther and farther. Eric’s mighty balls miraculously avoided destruction innumerable times, enduring insanely brutal punishments that would have obliterated them just months, or even weeks, before.
And all the while, throughout all the inhumanly and indescribably brutal tortures and torments, Eric’s rock solid monster cock kept pumping out load after massive load of his now legendary jizz, his huge 22 1/2-inch flesh cannon painting everything from the raised dais to the bulkhead 50 feet away with an incredibly thick whitewash of his super potent spunk. In fact, Eric’s balls were manufacturing and pumping out so much pure sperm that the cockpit deck began to be flooded with man cream. At first it was only a slick coating on the cold metal floor, but since the room had no drains or outlets, Eric’s monstrously prolific emissions began to build up. An inch deep, then two inches, then three. Almost 100 massive orgasms a day began to build up in the large but self-contained room. A few weeks into the trip, and the entire cockpit was flooded more than a foot deep in Eric’s gloopy and pungent spunk. The heady stench of man and sex was so powerful and overwhelming that the young muscle man sometimes found it hard to breathe, but nothing could stop him from pounding out more and more of his thick and musky ball juice. A month into the journey, and the level of sperm overtopped the raised platform, and by the time the ship arrived at Primus, the room was so flooded that the suspended bull stud was ankle deep in his own white and gooey muck. Dalton was glad that Primus was currently located relatively nearby in this arm of the spiral galaxy; if he had had to cross the width of the galaxy to get to the Cyborg home world, then Eric would have drowned in his own bountiful emissions long before they’d reached their destination!
Eric’s titanic testicles were also kept at the unbelievably extreme stretch of 24 full inches for the entire duration of the journey. The agonized tearing at the young man’s bull balls was merciless and unrelenting, and kept the handsome prisoner in a constant state of extreme pain. The powerful winch beneath the floor kept the two-inch-thick titanium alloy cable attached to Eric’s balls extremely taut, ensuring that there was a constant and profound tension kept on the big muscle man’s thick ball cords. Both prisoner and Cyborg knew that, at any moment and with the simple press of a button, the winch could be made to pull just a fraction of an inch farther, and Eric’s magnificent, oversized balls would be instantly torn from him. Some days, it was all Dalton could do to avoid that temptation and destroy the manhood of his beautiful young captive, but the Cyborg somehow managed to control his lustful, destructive urges for the remainder of the flight.
The extraordinarily handsome and muscular young human continued to surprise and impress the Cyborg throughout the long journey. Eric’s stamina and resilience were far beyond the realm of mortal man, and his awesome powers of virility were simply legendary. Perhaps one of the young stallion’s most impressive feats, besides flooding the cockpit with his super abundant splooge, was breaking the enormously thick cable attached to his balls. This awesome feat of strength occurred three weeks into the flight. Eric was in the midst of one of his trademark colossal orgasms, his gargantuan, overstretched balls powerfully convulsing as they forced monstrous quantities of his rich spunk out through his thundering cock. As Dalton watched, he saw one strand of the cable suddenly snap, then another, and then another. Soon, the remaining strands of cable, unable to compensate for the lost bands, cracked and snapped in rapid succession until the entire cable had shattered. Eric’s humongous melon-sized balls, suddenly freed from the cable, snapped upward on their overstretched ball cords so rapidly that they collided heavily with the young man’s solid and muscular crotch, producing a loud and beefy SMACK of flesh on flesh. The huge balls then tumbled to the bottom of their sac, hanging ponderous, proud, and defiant just over a full foot from his groin.
The two-inch-thick cable, after being exposed to extreme stress and tension for three weeks, simply couldn’t take the strain any longer and had snapped.
Dalton, powerfully impressed, used a larger and stronger cable to rebind Eric’s balls, a massive braided cord a full three inches thick. He winched Eric’s tender bull balls down to 24 inches once again, and was satisfied that this larger cable would hold.
A week and a half later, the second cable snapped.
Stunned, Dalton used an even larger cable, a truly monstrous band of filaments and wires a full four inches thick, and bound and stretched Eric’s huge nuts again. The Cyborg knew that even this stallion’s supremely powerful balls couldn’t hope to shatter such a thick cable.
But a week later, the third cable snapped as well.
Dumbfounded and frustrated, Dalton had the ship’s computer manufacture a cable that was over six inches thick and reinforced with tiny filaments made of diamond. This cable was used to secure Eric’s bull nuts for the last remaining week of the flight, and this thickest of the cables did indeed prove to be strong enough to stand up to Eric’s heroically strong ball cords. Though Dalton did discover upon arriving at Primus that tiny threads within the cable were starting to fray...
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Other than his frustration with the repeated sundering of cables securing Eric’s behemoth balls, Dalton was extremely pleased with both the journey and the progress he had made with his young captive by the time his ship arrived in Primus space. The huge Cyborg had decided to heighten the dramatic effect of his arrival by not revealing the nature of his cargo until he was less than a day away from the gargantuan metal planet. Upon exiting the final worm hole into Primus space, Dalton broadcast his arrival on all channels, announcing that he had captured a live male human, the first such specimen found in over 5,000 years.
The announcement caused an immediate stir within Cyborg High Command. The male of the human species had been believed extinct for a several eons, and so the discovery of a living male set the massive hive of Primus abuzz with speculation and excitement. And that excitement only grew as Dalton began broadcasting his recordings of the discovery, capture, and over 150-day-long torture of this singularly remarkable paragon of man.
Such was the buzz generated by Dalton’s announcement and subsequent broadcasts that, by the time the craft had docked within the enormous, planet-sized starship, there were tens of thousands of Cyborgs of every shape and description waiting to catch their first glimpse of the first live male human discovered in 5,000 years. And their first glimpse of what was surely the most handsome and powerful male to ever exist.
As the door to Dalton’s craft opened, a literal flood of ripe stud semen poured out of the opening, the tumbling waterfall of pure sperm making a loud splash as it tumbled to the cargo deck and started spreading into a massive pool of jizz. A collective gasp arose from the assembled multitude of Cyborgs, for the product of six weeks of Eric’s extreme virility simply could not be believed! It took nearly an entire minute for the lion’s share of the deluge to pour out onto the deck, leaving the crowd of Cyborgs in stunned silence.
Dalton then emerged from his space craft to the thunderous cheers and adulation of the assembled Cyborg horde, and he basked in that glory for several long moments before presenting his captive to his people. The massively muscular young captive was completely naked, his powerful arms bound behind his back and a large shackle around his neck. Fresh sperm coated the young man from his massively muscular calves to his huge feet, providing a waterline for the depth of the sperm lake that had until recently been flooding the hull of the ship. Dalton led the stunningly handsome young man by a chain connected to this collar, and proudly displayed his prisoner to the cheering Cyborg crowd. Many had doubted Dalton’s claims about the size and beauty of this fabled prisoner, even after seeing the recorded footage taken from the jungle planet, but once young Eric was revealed to the throng in all his naked and fantastically muscular glory, the final doubters became believers.
The young muscle man had long since become trained to cum almost instantly at the sight of his Cyborg captor. So it should have therefore come as no surprise that, upon seeing a vast sea of cruel and powerful Cyborgs before him, Eric grunted and his massive cock began to violently spasm and pound out an immense load of fresh jism. The hyper virile lad shot so hard and so far that the first several rows of Cyborgs got sprayed with thick slugs of his cum, ropes and ribbons of the sticky white fluid hanging in great festoons off of limbs, tentacles, treads, and various other Cyborg body parts. The colossal ejaculation was met with another thunderous roar from the crowd. The entire Cyborg Empire was excited to witness the imminent destruction of the final human male in existence, and the fact that this stunningly handsome, fantastically muscular, heroically endowed, and colossally virile ultimate paragon of the human race should be that final male only amplified their excitement.
Dalton led his prisoner down a long processional as the crowd continued to cheer. The Cyborg knew that the event was being broadcast to every corner of the Imperium, so he made sure to hold his head high and march with pride. He knew that all eyes in the Imperium were on him and his beautiful, spectacular captive.
Dalton was also aware that the vassal slave races under the Imperium’s command and control, including the untold trillions of human females kept as thralls all over the galaxy, were being allowed to witness the event as well. The Cyborg High Command often found it useful to allow the slave races a slender glimmer of hope before dashing it to bits, as it served to break the thralls’ spirits even further and make them more tractable and pliable. Thus it was that female humans from all over the galaxy were being allowed to see a fabled male of their species for the very first time, a being long thought to be out of legend and myth. And what a male he was! Dalton knew that at that moment, all over the galaxy, untold billions of females were dropping to their knees with sudden, overwhelming lust, gushing wetness from between their thighs at the sight of this spectacular and superb specimen of man.
That would serve to make Eric’s ultimate destruction, also before the eyes of every slave in the Imperium, that much sweeter.
The Cyborg also didn’t miss the fact that there was a robotic cleaning crew following behind him and his charge, making sure to incinerate even the tiniest drop of sperm that might fall from the young human’s majestic 22 1/2-inch super cock. Dalton smiled to himself when he thought of the immense challenge that cleaning crew would encounter when it entered his sperm-shellacked ship’s cockpit, but he knew that they would complete their assigned task with alacrity. The Cyborg High Command didn’t want even a single sperm cell from the brutally muscular young stud falling into the wrong hands, so every measure was being taken to ensure that the last supply of male seed in the universe would be destroyed along with the young man’s immense and oversized balls.
The thunderous cheers and applause followed Dalton and his prisoner all the way to the chambers of the Cyborg High Command. Dalton knew that he would spend the next several days in these chambers being debriefed by his commanders, while his handsome young human was subjected to a wide battery of exams and tests. But the grinning Cyborg already knew what they would find -- that the sheer raw strength and power possessed by this young stallion was unlike anything the Cyborg Empire had encountered before. And Dalton knew that High Command would have the same reaction that he did to the muscular stud -- stunned admiration for the young man’s extraordinary abilities, and an exponentially increased certainty that such a powerful and virile bull must be utterly and absolutely destroyed before he ever had the opportunity to mate.
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