Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 32 - Nut Choking

Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 32

Nut Choking

Not long after the brutal jackhammering torture, the legendary resilience of Eric’s huge and extraordinarily bulky nuts was tested in yet another way. Eric’s scrotum was carefully sliced open with a six-inch-long vertical cut in the long neck of the sac, near where it met Eric’s groin and the base of his gigantic horse dick. Eric winced in pain as the silky smooth skin of his scrotum was sliced open, but he had endured so many tortures that were many orders of magnitude more painful than this, so he remained stoic and defiant. The two sides of the scrotal skin were pulled back to reveal the thick cords and ligaments beneath, the all important cords and ducts and blood vessels that connected the young man’s enormous bollocks to his mighty body. 

Months ago, Dalton had famously clamped off Eric’s thick sperm ducts and prevented his balls from pumping out their colossal cargo of cum for nearly three days. This torture had nearly resulted in the violent explosion of Eric’s horrifically swollen and spectacularly cum-bloated balls. Dalton now wanted to try something similar on Eric’s balls, using thick metal clamps as before, but this time he would not be clamping off the young man’s sperm ducts. No, this time Eric would be allowed to pump out as much thick and chunky sperm as he wanted. Dalton had something even more cruel and insidious — and deadly — in mind for this torture. 

The massive Cyborg felt among the many tough cords and tendons connecting Eric’s mammoth right nut to his gloriously muscular body, and located and singled out the thick artery that supplied the vital blood and oxygen to the titanic teste. Dalton placed a thick metal clamp over this artery near where it came out of Eric’s groin and then tightened it down with crushing force, completely cutting off the blood supply to Eric’s mammoth orb. Dalton then quickly repeated the same procedure for Eric’s equally massive left ball, leaving it choked off from its blood and oxygen supply as well. 

This torture was quite simple -- Dalton wanted to see just how long the two massive orbs could survive without life-giving nourishment. 

Almost immediately, the pain began to mount in Eric’s gigantic balls as they were deprived of their customary blood supply. The colossal sac of bull nuts also began to immediately darken, turning from a healthy pink to an angrier and angrier shade of red. The brutal nut choking torture had begun. 

Over the next hours, Dalton and the other Cyborg torturers visited the usual battery of punishments and abuses on the slowly starving balls, beating and punching and crushing the massive nuts even as they slowly died from lack of oxygen. The meaty smack of metal on flesh reverberated around the vast arena as Eric’s mighty bollocks were beaten and bludgeoned and pummeled in every imaginable way, even as they continued to starve for oxygen.

The torturers knew from extensive previous experience that a typical human male’s balls were usually completely and utterly dead within just an hour or two of losing their blood supply, and they fully expected Eric’s mighty man orbs to last much longer than this. But as three hours went by, and then four, and STILL Eric’s balls endured, the Cyborgs realized that the hunky young muscle man was even more fearsomely strong than they had already come to believe. By now, the lad’s mighty balls had turned a dark red, then an angry shade of burgundy, but they fought valiantly onward, somehow continuing to produce vast quantities of cum that were forced out of the huge nuts in orgasm after painful, agony-induced orgasm. 

The agony in Eric’s balls was a continuous, gut wrenching ache of super human proportions. The young bull was being made to feel every moment of his balls’ slow demise, and even during the brief pauses between the merciless pounding and squeezing of his huge nuts, Eric couldn’t escape the searing agony coming from his slowly suffocating balls. 

And STILL the young man’s colossal balls endured, as five hours passed, and then SIX hours! Eric’s entire ball bag had swollen even bigger, and the huge sac had turned an alarming and unhealthy shade of dark purple. The massive sac was also becoming positively cold to the touch, another sign that their end could not be far away. The Cyborgs knew that once the huge balls turned black, they would be completely dead, and their current and dangerous shade of deep eggplant purple was nearing that fatal color. Eric’s mind was lost in a searing fog of agony, but his only solace was that as long as his humongous balls still felt pain, they were still alive. Another part of the young man’s mind, though, was almost praying for his proud and mighty balls to die so that there would be an end to this soul shattering agony. But his goliath balls continued to defy him and his torturers, clinging to life even as they began to shudder and quiver in what could only be their imminent death throes. 

Starting shortly after the fourth hour, the flow of sperm from Eric’s mammoth bull cock had finally begun to slow, and not long after the fifth hour it had ceased altogether, for without the nutrients supplied by the young man’s bloodstream, his mighty sperm factories simply could not manufacture any more of his male essence. Yet Eric’s mighty truncheon remained granite hard and continued to pulse and quiver in continuous orgasm in the hours that followed, all in a vain effort to pump out even more sperm from a well that had long since run dry. The prolonged dry orgasm only served to increase the agony in Eric’s starving nuts, and it almost felt like the convulsive power of his orgasms would start to spew out the very meat of his dying nuts. 

Six and a half hours had now gone by, and Eric’s balls were verging on black, clearly dying and perhaps already beyond saving. It had been more than an hour since a single drop of sperm had dripped from the young man’s quivering cock, proving that the muscle stud’s balls were well and truly empty even as they were choking to death. The terrific agony in Eric’s balls was finally, frighteningly, starting to fade, and the young man knew that his mighty nuts would very soon be history, reduced to 20 pounds of dead meat swinging uselessly between his mammoth thighs. 

Dalton knew he had taken Eric well beyond critical levels, and that he should have removed the artery clamps more than an hour ago, but he just couldn’t bring himself to free the young man’s dying bull balls. Minute after minute ticked by, and Dalton continued to lustfully watch the final shudderings and contractions pulse through those two massive and frightfully cold man lumps as their final reserves of strength were exhausted. And STILL Dalton wouldn’t relent! If the Cyborg wanted to save whatever was left of Eric’s dying balls, then it was far past time that he do so! But the cruel Cyborg was completely captivated by the gentle shivers and convulsions passing through Eric’s balls as the massive orbs slowly died on the vine, and it looked like all hope was lost. 

Seven hours after having the arteries to his balls clamped off, Eric’s gigantic, magnificent nuts had finally turned black, and must surely be dead. Even their quivering and shaking had ceased, and they were utterly still. Yet Dalton waited several minutes MORE, wanting to punish the young male past all reason, even though the agony in Eric’s cold balls had ceased nearly half an hour ago. 

Only then, once Eric’s majestic manhood had been reduced to so much dead meat, did Dalton unscrew the clamps and let the blood rush back into the young man’s dead nut tissue. 

Pain like a freight train slammed Eric in his gargantuan nuts, and the agony was so intense that the young man could only gasp for air, his blue eyes open wide in indescribable pain. Long seconds later, the handsome super stud finally found his voice and bellowed in excruciating animal agony. The oxygen and nutrient starved tissues of his colossal balls sucked greedily at the return of a fresh blood supply, and every nerve ending in the mammoth testicles screamed as life rushed back into the depleted and nearly dead tissues. Despite their horrifically dark color, despite being denied their all important blood supply for more than seven HOURS, Eric’s colossal balls were somehow, barely, still alive!!

As the mighty thumping of Eric’s powerful heart flushed the old blood out of his balls and replaced it with life rejuvenating fluids, the blue-black color of his balls began to quickly flush back to a healthier shade of bright red, and warmth and heat quickly returned to the cold meat as well. It had been an extremely close thing, for the delicate tissues of Eric’s huge balls had indeed been mere heartbeats away from the finality of death, but Dalton had pulled them from the fire at the last possible moment. Thunderous cheers erupted from the enormous audience as they celebrated Dalton’s uncanny and expert skill at taking the beautiful young male to the edge of the cliff and then bringing him back unscathed. 

Dalton and the other torturers concluded that the sheer unbelievable SIZE of Eric’s huge bull balls, combined with their super human strength and toughness, had allowed them to survive without their blood supply for more than five HOURS longer than any other male in history! None of the torturers had ever encountered a subject as filled with raw power and might as this handsome and heroically muscular young bull, and all 12 of the cruel Cyborgs were reveling in every moment of the 30 days of torture, because they knew that they would never again find a prisoner who could match the beauty, bravery, virility, and might of this stunning young thoroughbred.