Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 27 - Festival of Primus

Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 27

Festival of Primus

Excitement and anticipation throughout the Imperium had been building for weeks. A great festival had been announced to celebrate the capture and upcoming destruction of the last surviving human male in the universe, an extravaganza that would involve subjecting the handsome young male to 30 days of extreme testicular punishment by the very best torturers in the Cyborg Empire. The festival’s events would be broadcast to every corner of the Imperium, and every slave and thrall would be forced to watch as well, to witness as the final male of yet another species was brutally and horrifically beaten, unmanned, and then ultimately killed for the entertainment of the evil Cyborgs. 

This rare event had been made even more extraordinary by the announcement that Optimus himself would deliver the final punishments to the massively muscular young man, destroying the lad’s colossally oversized balls and forever ending humanity’s hopes of ever escaping the cruel dominion of their Cyborg overlords. This wondrous and rare announcement, which only happened two or three times every million years, was an even greater cause for celebration among the Cyborg race, and was sure to make the festival an event that would go down in the annals of Cyborg history. 

As the final days leading up to the festival slowly ticked by, excitement had peaked to a raging crescendo, and there was an almost palpable hum in the air. All over the galaxy, attention turned inward toward Primus as the first day of the festival finally arrived. 

The Festival Begins

The excitement in the Cyborg Empire was almost explosive as the festival finally began. All the action was to take place in the very heart of Primus, a vast bowl of an arena near the center of the huge planet. The colossal chamber was over a mile across and 2,000 feet from the ceiling to the arena floor. The bowl-shaped chamber was ringed with tiered seating, allowing a capacity crowd of over one million Cyborgs to attend in person. 

A giant pulsating disc was set into the ceiling far above, looking almost like a huge blue, black, and steel gray cybernetic eye looking down on the arena. In truth, it was that, and so much more, for the massive disc and eye was none other than Optimus himself. Retracted into the ceiling behind that massive eye was an enormous and almost infinitely powerful super computer, the overmind and undisputed leader of the vast Cyborg Empire. It was Optimus who was ultimately responsible for the annihilation of untold hundreds of sapient races all across the galaxy, and it would be Optimus who cut yet another race short when he nutted the handsome and spectacularly muscular young human. 

The gargantuan crowd began to thunder and cheer as the stadium floor opened and an elevated platform began to rise out of the ground. Mounted on the platform was an enormous titanium ring, measuring more than a dozen feet across and standing upright on the platform. And suspended within this ring by manacles attached at wrist and ankle was the young human himself, trussed up naked and spread eagled in all of his awesome masculine and muscular glory. The lad’s monstrously oversized 22 1/2-inch super cock was already hard as a steel crowbar, and at the sight of the more than one million Cyborgs assembled to watch his torture and destruction, the young man’s cock instantly erupted in a spectacular orgasm. The beautiful man bucked erotically in his restraints as he pounded out slug after massive slug of sperm, laying down a thick coating of his powerful splooge from the top of the platform down the dozen steps to the arena floor itself. 

The young man’s first ejaculation of the festival was met with even more thunderous roars of approval from the crowd. The muscle bull’s seed represented perhaps the greatest threat that the Cyborg’s had encountered in thousands of millennia, and watching the young stallion uselessly pound out his mighty load onto the uncaring floor, where it fell in gigantic ropes and streamers of unbelievably thick jizz, only served to amplify the sense of the Cyborgs’ dominance and victory over the human race. 

All of Eric’s heroically copious loads would be allowed to splash over the arena floor for the duration of the festival, taunting the human female thralls across the galaxy with the sight of so much of the supremely powerful seed being wasted. The young stud’s thick and gloopy baby batter could resurrect the human race, bringing it back from the brink of extinction, and instead the female slaves would see countless gallons of the stuff pounded out uselessly, knowing that every last sperm that came out of those two mighty spunk factories would be destroyed along with humanity’s final hopes for a future. It was a diabolical torture not only for Eric, but for every member of the human race. 

A dozen enormous Cyborgs of varying shapes and sizes also stood on the platform as it rose out of the arena floor. The crowd cheered for these dozen Cyborgs as well, for they were the most talented and celebrated torturers in the galaxy. Dalton, the Cyborg that had won such acclaim for not only finding and capturing this human, but also expertly torturing him for an unprecedented 150 days, was given the honor of being among these dozen elite Cyborgs, and would be taking part in the extreme tortures visited upon the handsome muscle boy over the next 30 days. 

The dozen torturers stood back as the young stallion busted out his first gargantuan load, and only when this first huge orgasm subsided some ten minutes later did they finally step forward. The time had come for the tortures to commence...