Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 33 - Impalement

Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 33

Impalement

Many of the torturers had been tremendously impressed of the young stallion’s ability to endure and survive having over 100 cactus thorns speared through his nuts, so they all took turns impaling Eric’s huge and incredibly meaty nuts on all manner of sharp devices. They used a frightening variety of wicked implements on the helpless young stud, some as slender as needles, but others far larger and thicker then the cactus thorns of months ago. 

The ability of Eric’s mighty bull nuts to heal without the slightest injury or scar was put to the extreme test under these tortures. Metal spikes were driven deep into the young man’s ball flesh, while spears and swords were thrust straight through the enormous testicles, sometimes skewering both giant orbs at the same time like meat on a BBQ spit. And on one particularly brutal occasion, a Cyborg used a high-powered gun to shoot bullets into the young man’s big bloated nuts. The thick metal slugs impacted at super sonic speeds and with such force that they plunged clear through the more than six-inch-thick monster balls, punching through the incredibly dense meat with ease. The bullet holes would leak copious amounts of raw sperm for up to several minutes before the wounds would start to close and heal. 

Throughout each torture, Eric would shriek and bellow in unimaginable agony, thrashing and pulling at his bonds in a mighty but futile attempt to free himself and rescue his horrifically abused balls. Yet his mighty baby makers continued to manufacture gallons and gallons of his supremely potent spunk no matter how brutal the abuse or how many sharp implements of pain were driven into the very heart of his manhood. 

These were tortures of such utterly barbaric brutality that no other male had ever survived them, let alone recovered from them, but Eric’s super human powers of healing proved each time to be up to the task, healing the internal injuries of every stabbing wound, sealing every puncture, erasing any evidence that his mighty bull balls had been mauled and mangled into a nearly unrecognizable mass of ruined man meat. And all without the slightest scar or lasting ill effect. It was as if Eric’s monumentally powerful balls could heal any injury...provided they weren’t utterly demolished first. 

There were many times, however, when the huge testicles had been all but cut to ribbons, riddled with spikes like a pincushion, or shot through with so many bullet holes that they leaked raw sperm like a sieve, and the extreme brutality of the abuse very nearly spelled the end of the young muscle man’s mighty manhood. But each time he managed to pull through, if only by the barest of margins, and heal every last bit of damage...only to have his mammoth balls sliced, speared, and shot all over again.