Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 36 - Torturers Take a Bow

Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 36

Torturers Take a Bow

Few members of the massive audience were the least bit surprised when young Eric survived the unimaginably brutal neuron whip torture at the hands of the 12 cruel Cyborgs. The young man had already proven himself stronger and more resilient than any 100 other prisoners ever captured by the Cyborgs, surviving abuses that had killed countless lesser men. And not just survive, but also pump out untold gallons of rich spunk from his massive nuts, pouring out his male essence from the seemingly bottomless well of his epic and extraordinary virility. 

It therefore seemed a forgone conclusion to most of the spectators that the young muscle bull would survive what had previously been utterly unimaginable -- 24 hours of continuous, relentless abuse by 12 expert torturers wielding a total of 60 deadly and fearsome neuron whips. But in truth, it had been a very close thing. Eric now hung limp and nearly lifeless in his restraints after being mercilessly whipped and beaten to the utter limit of his awesome endurance. His entire fantastically muscular body was now a complex latticework of welts and red stripes, evidence of thousands and thousands of brutal strikes with the articulated metal whips. 

And nowhere was this evidence more dramatic and raw than in the young stud’s gargantuan genitals, which were so swollen, blistered, and mutilated that they almost didn’t appear human. Eric’s mighty cock was an almost uniformly purplish-red from lacerations and bruises, and his colossal cojones were even worse off. It was truly a wonder that those two huge testicles hadn’t simply exploded under the intense bolts of plasma energy that had been hammered into them, or cooked clear through, or simply crushed to lifelessness in the impossibly tight coils of multiple whips. 

But somehow, miraculously, Eric had survived even this final and most brutal of punishments by his 12 tormentors. These dozen torture experts were now facing the audience, and the trillions of Cyborgs and thralls watching the live broadcast across the unimaginably vast galaxy, smiling in smug satisfaction at a job well done as they took their bows and prepared to leave the arena. The torturers were greeted with thunderous applause by an extremely appreciative audience, who knew that they had seen a show of such spectacular brutality and manliness that they would never see its like again. 

The cruel torturers smiled and bowed for a very long time, soaking in the crowd’s great praise, which also allowed the young muscle man to begin healing some of the worst of his injuries. Normal coloration was slowly returning to his bruised and battered flesh, and the swelling and puffiness around his cock, balls, and thick nipples started to decrease as well. The Cyborgs were cleverly using the crowd’s thunderous standing ovation to give the handsome and helpless young man some brief time to rest and recuperate before the final act began. 

But even Eric’s short respite was not without its own measure of fresh abuse. The 12 torturers had their backs to the young captive, and the more than four dozen goliath testicle slugs, sensing the source of the bounty of cum nearby and unguarded, began to undulate and slither toward the young man, their grossly fat and bloated bodies oozing and splashing loudly across the cum drenched floor. The roar of the crowd drowned out any noise the huge beasts made, however, and they converged on the young stud from all sides, ignored and unnoticed by the Cyborgs. 

Eric saw their approach, however, and he grew terrified as the bloated beasts drew ever closer. He began to breath a sigh of relief when he realized that he was suspended too far off the ground for them to reach him, but then he felt a sharp tug at his balls. And then another. And another. And he quickly realized that he was in serious danger once again. 

The 75-ton weight tearing at the young man’s gargantuan balls had been very carefully calibrated to brutally stretch Eric’s nuts to their absolute limit, but just shy of ripping the massive gonads from the young man’s enormously muscular body, and as a result the mammoth sphere was hovering mere inches above the floor — easily accessible to the undulating slugs. The titanic grubs quickly realized that they could climb the huge, 10-foot-diameter titanium sphere to get to the feast of ball flesh dangling tantalizingly outside their reach. First one, then another, and then another began to climb onto the sphere and undulate their way upward -- in the meantime adding their tremendous weight to the already titanic mass of metal tearing at the young man’s screaming nuts. 

Eric began to bellow in renewed agony, his tortured and overstretched ball cords threatening to finally snap at the ungodly strain. But none of the 12 Cyborgs seemed to notice, so engrossed were they by the crowd’s rapturous applause. 

Dalton suddenly seemed to sense that something was wrong, however, and he spun around to find more than a dozen enormous testicle leeches hanging from the sphere, with more joining them even as he watched. With each of the massive, cum-engorged grubs weighing half a ton or more (having grown to even more monstrous size after feasting on the vast lake of male effluvium flooding the arena floor), the slugs already mounted upon the sphere were adding a good 7 or 8 tons more weight to that yanking at Eric’s colossal stud nuts, exceeding by far any conceivable tolerance level. Worse, some of the leeches were already just a few feet away from their prize, the gigantic globes of man meat themselves, and their huge, slavering mouths were open wide, exposing rows of razor sharp teeth that were preparing to chomp down on a feast of supremely beefy ball flesh. 

The giant Cyborg sprung into action, grabbing two neuron whips from the floor and then leaping through the air, clearing the space between the dais steps and the bound super hunk in just a few bounding steps. His whips crackled through the air and snapped just as the first huge beast was about to chomp down into Eric’s quivering right nut, and the two whips struck the leech with such force that it was knocked right off the sphere. Three others were right behind it, though, and Dalton knew with a start of panic that he wouldn’t be able to reach the handsome hunk in time. The desperate Cyborg would have a front row seat to witness the massive slugs bite and gnash at Eric’s wondrous bull balls, gulping down the largest, mightiest, beefiest, and creamiest balls ever created. 

Suddenly, a series of sharp retorts echoed across the arena floor, and the slugs nearest Eric’s shuddering balls were unseated from their high perches. Some of the other Cyborgs had noticed the young man’s peril as well, and had responded in kind, grabbing neuron whips and slashing the beasts off of the titanium sphere. The torturers rushed forward as a team and quickly forced all of the giant testicle leeches off of the sphere, thus saving young Eric from the double danger of having his balls both ripped off and gnashed to bits by the gigantic vermin. 

Every occupant of the arena seemed to heave a sigh of relief at the near miss. With the greatest spectacle of them all about to begin, the audience would have hated to see the handsome and massively built captive nutted so close to the start of the final and ultimate torture -- his castration by none other than Optimus himself!