Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 39 - Conclusion

Here is the penultimate chapter to my longest story series to date.

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Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 39

Conclusion

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The massive piston collided with annihilating force into Eric’s horrifically battered and damaged bull balls, crushing them utterly flat against the steel backstop. The handsome young man shrieked in unimaginable pain, his entire, gloriously muscular body going absolutely rigid, and his mammoth whale cock emitting one final, titanic gush of semen. Eric’s body shuddered and quivered for several long moments, the stunningly beautiful man’s face a twisted rictus of agony, and then he collapsed. Every great muscle went limp as the huge male slumped in his restraints, and it wasn’t immediately clear if he was merely unconscious or actually dead. Only his gargantuan cock seemed to possess life, as it pulsed and quivered several more times before it, too, became still. 

And then, for the first time in more than three months, that mighty shaft of man meat began to grow soft, the puffy and grossly distended organ wilting after the obliteration of the young stud’s behemoth balls. 

The piston remained slammed up against the backboard for several more long moments. The Cyborg Overlord was horrified at what he had just done, destroying the long sought paragon of masculinity just at the moment of its discovery, and he was temporarily too paralyzed to act. He had instantly transmitted his recent epiphany to every Cyborg in the galaxy at the moment of his revelation, so trillions of cybernetic beings were also simultaneously reeling from the momentous realization, one that had come just moments too late to save this most spectacular and precious of men. 

For the first time in his hundreds of millions of years of existence, Optimus felt fear and panic. With the young muscle man’s extraordinary balls ruined forever, the only remaining samples of his fantastically potent male seed were what the handsome young stud had shot within the arena. The overwhelming vast bulk of his voluminous discharge had already been gobbled up by the titanically bloated testicle slugs on the arena floor, so there was unlikely any viable seed left down there. The gigantic ropes of splooge that Eric had blasted onto the shaft of the huge piston had already been destroyed by grease, friction, and heat. That left the relatively tiny fraction of spunk that had cleared the 100-foot distance from the bound muscle man to the edge of the disc. Optimus immediately began to order server robots to harvest this sole remaining supply of Eric’s sperm in existence, hoping that he could at least extract the male sperm from the semen and produce male offspring from the herculean super stud.

In the meantime, it was only with great reluctance that Optimus began to retract the piston, dreading the sight of the gore splattered mallet that had once represented the two most powerful and virile balls in the universe. As the piston began to retract, Optimus also unlatched the ring that encircled the neck of Eric’s scrotum, releasing the titanic, 75-ton sphere of titanium that had been mercilessly tearing at the young man’s burly nuts for more than 24 hours. The 10-foot-diameter sphere plummeted several hundred feet toward the arena floor. The mammoth, bloated testicle leeches were still crowded beneath the hunky hero, waiting with open maws to collect even more of the lad’s powerful effluvium. The gargantuan creature directly below the falling sphere had just enough time to produce a loud and angry hiss before it was obliterated. The sphere landed with such force that the slug’s body simply disintegrated, spraying gore and gallons of half-digested sperm in all directions and scattering the other four dozen or so giant grubs as well, killing several more in the process. The massive ball of metal was imbedded more than halfway into the arena floor, creating a huge crater of broken and twisted metal. 

But the immense audience, both in the arena and across the galaxy, paid no attention to the falling sphere. All eyes were trained on the slowly retracting piston, hearts filled with dread and despair as they waited to see the bloody, broken mess that had once been Eric’s beautiful balls. 

The piston had only been pulled back perhaps three or four inches when suddenly Eric’s supremely overstretched scrotum snapped upward. Everyone expected the battered sac to have burst wide open, spilling its formerly bulky and massive contents and leaving behind nothing but  a torn and empty flap of skin. The utter surprise in the vast arena was therefore palpable when the battered and bruised sac hauled up a huge mass of shapeless flesh. The mighty testicles themselves may have been shattered beyond any hope of repair, but somehow the huge sac itself had not burst open! 

Any initial excitement was short lived, however, as it was clear that the contents of that oversized sac were no longer a pair of healthy, if ridiculously oversized, human balls. Eric’s scrotum looked like it now contained just one huge shapeless mass of goo, a 20-pound fleshy sack of useless, broken nut guts. Eric’s proud bull nuts, after heroically enduring months and months of countless and horrifically brutal tortures, had finally been destroyed. 

Optimus reached out with a dozen or so of his smaller tentacles, gently stroking and caressing the young man’s magnificently muscular but limp body, hoping for some sign of life. Even the young man’s colossal cock now appeared utterly flaccid and dead, hanging long, loose, and limp from his muscular crotch like a bloated and puffy third leg. Despite the despair that was tearing at the core of his being, Optimus couldn’t help but once again be impressed by the sheer size of that massive cock, which - even limp - was bigger than the biggest human hardon that had ever existed. 

The Overlord quickly checked Eric for any vital signs, and was overjoyed to discover that the young man had a weak but steady pulse. The young stud was still alive! He then began to explore the other damage to the young man’s glorious, gargantuan body, but leaving the shattered nutsac for last, as if afraid to confront the truth. Optimus quickly determined that the rest of the young man’s physique was undamaged and that he would survive, though the Cyborg Overlord wondered if the young stud bull would even want to live once he realized he had been made into a steer. 

Finally, it was time to explore the young man’s heavy hanging sac of liquid nut goo. Optimus tentatively prodded the dark purple sack with several tentacles, wincing when the probes met absolutely no resistance. The metal digits plunged deep into Eric’s yielding scrotum like it was just a huge sack of mush and fluid, which wasn’t far from the truth. There didn’t seem to be evidence of a single solid chunk of matter in the entire sac, and it appeared that every last trace of the young man’s herculean balls had been obliterated. 

Not a single sound could be heard in the vast arena, except the profoundly disturbing squishing and squelching sounds as the Overlord’s tentacles continued to gently prod and explore the bag of shattered nuts. Optimus and every other member of the Cyborg race was filled with despair, and the hopelessness of the trillions of female human thralls across the galaxy was without measure. 

Unnoticed by most in the crowd, Eric’s huge flaccid cock gave a slight twitch. And then another. And then another, a little harder this time. Slowly, impossibly, the massive schlong began to bloat larger, still pointing straight down but swelling once more with fresh blood. Soon, everyone in the arena began to notice the change, especially as the humongous bull cock began to crank upward, getting harder and harder as it swelled ever bigger. No one could believe their eyes -- somehow, despite the utter annihilation of the young man’s huge balls, Eric’s mighty cock was growing rock hard once again, pointing proudly and defiantly skyward!!! How could this BE?!?!?

The beautiful young man gave a weak groan, and then his head rolled to one side as he began to weakly struggle in his manacles once again. His groaning became louder and more insistent, and within a few minutes, the emasculated stud began gently bucking his hips, sending his huge, heavy bag of ball goo slowly rocking forward and back like some huge meaty pendulum. If the Cyborgs didn’t know better, they would have said that the young hunk was about to cum. But that would be impossible without a functioning set of balls! 

Eric kept rhythmically fucking the air, his handsome head now tossed back and his beautiful lips gently parted as he moaned and groaned in a heady mixture of pain and arousal. The Cyborgs couldn’t believe the sight -- even utterly emasculated, the young stud was still a god of sex! Precum was once more pouring out of the hugely swollen bull cock, but the slick goo was completely clear without a single visible trace of cum. The mighty muscle man was somehow, incredibly, still aroused despite the destruction of his balls, but it was clear that no more life-producing sperm would be forthcoming from his shattered sac of nuts. 

The young man’s pelvic thrusting became more urgent and labored, his frenzied bucking sending his huge bag of ruined testicle meat caroming powerfully between his legs and occasionally smacking wetly against his gargantuan thighs. The pain from these beefy collisions seemed to only spur the young man on, and it was obvious that he was about to achieve orgasm. 

Eric began grunting loudly as he hit his mark, thrusting his muscular hips harder still as the wave of his orgasm crashed over his hugely muscular body. Once, twice, three times his cock gave a powerful jerk, pulsing rhythmically as it fired like a huge meaty cannon, but not a single drop of fluid appeared at the swollen tip. With nothing left to give from his annihilated bull balls, the young stud’s final orgasm was a defiant but ultimately fruitless gesture. Eric’s magnificent manhood was history. 

Then suddenly, on the fifth or sixth massive pulse of his cock, a gargantuan slug of lush sperm erupted from the thundering dick, laying a thick river of white and chunky splooge the entire 100+ feet to the huge disc itself! It was impossible!! But then a second, equally colossal wad of cum burst forth, and then another and another, and it was quickly obvious that something extraordinary and miraculous was occurring. Optimus recovered within moments of his initial shock, and sent out a small army of scuttling and flying robots to catch and collect the voluminous white spew. And as these robots began collecting the thick pearlescent nut sludge, their sensors very quickly relayed to Optimus that the hyper abundant sperm contained in Eric’s cum was as healthy, vital, and potent as anything else the young man had ever shot. 

Could it be that the young man’s balls had somehow, impossibly, SURVIVED???

As Eric moaned and bucked and pounded out one of the most spectacular loads of his life, Optimus and the rest of the Cyborg race quickly discovered that the massive young muscle stud was even more fantastically strong and powerful than they could have ever dreamed. Eric’s bruised and swollen ballsac convulsed powerfully with each pulse of his overgrown elephant cock, and as it contracted and pulled several inches upward, the thick sac squeezed its heavy contents, and two huge lumps could be clearly seen within. They were lumpy, swollen, misshapen, and did not look much like a pair of human balls, but there were undeniably two roughly egg-shaped globes the size of melons inside that battered nutsac. 

It took a few more hours -- and a few more spontaneous, spectacular orgasms -- before Optimus could be certain, but Eric’s almighty bull nuts had indeed survived!! They had already healed the worst of the damage done to them, and they were steadily regaining their healthy size, shape, and color. Against all odds, against all reason, Eric and his heroic, legendary manhood had survived the worst brutalities that Optimus and his Cyborg minions could inflict, and he had proven to be infinitely more tough and powerful than any other biological creature that the Cyborg race had ever seen. 

Eric was so exhausted and wracked with pain that he barely registered the hours and hours of thunderous applause coming from the more than one million Cyborgs crammed into the arena. It was hard to say if he even realized that the applause for the very first time was for him, and for his awesome and unforgettably performance in the arena that day. The stunningly handsome young hunk barely even noticed when the great metal ring was gently lowered to the ground and the manacles shackling him at wrist and ankle were released. He was tenderly lifted from the hard metal cradle by the very 12 Cyborgs who had spent the past 30 days brutally torturing him. With infinite gentleness and care, the dozen former torturers lifted Eric into the air. They then formed an honor guard, led by Dalton himself, who carried the young and exhausted muscle bull to the infirmary, where he could rest and heal. 

Though the young muscle man had not yet realized it, he had gone in an instant from the latest and most celebrated victim of the Cyborg’s great purge of male life, to the undisputed master of the entire Cyborg race, and in turn, the whole galaxy itself. But there would be time enough for these facts to sink in; for now, Eric, the last and greatest surviving male of the human race, was taking a well earned rest.