Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 40 - Epilogue

Hello everyone!

Here is the FINAL chapter in the Cyborg Saga. I sure hope you've enjoyed this journey!

I have several more series in the works, including one inspired by an unpublished and unfinished work of the incomparable Robert Moon ("Lunatrick"), and several series that I'm working on in collaboration with some of you.

It will be a while before any of these other series are ready for posting, so in the meantime, I'll be returning to individual stories and short series.

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--Jayse

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Captive of the Cyborgs -- Part 40

Epilogue

It took nearly two days for Eric’s gigantic balls to heal the entirety of the extensive and very nearly total damage they had suffered. It was still unclear how the two titanic testicles hadn’t shattered on that final, pulverizing blow, and it would likely forever remain a mystery. But the happy fact remained that his beefy balls had indeed survived, and were completely healed in less than 48 hours. 

Optimus begged forgiveness for himself and the entire Cyborg race, both for their actions against Eric personally and against his race -- and all other biological races -- as a whole. He also informed the stunned and overwhelmed young man that the Cyborg race was now and would forever more be the servant of Eric and his progeny, to be commanded and serve at humanity’s will. Optimus even offered the immediate self destruction of every Cyborg in the galaxy, himself included, if Eric so wished it, but the wise young man chose to forego revenge and instead use this historic turn of events as an opportunity to change the future of the galaxy. 

As soon as Eric was healed, an official ceremony was held in the enormous arena, the same arena where the young man’s fantastic manhood had very nearly been destroyed just days before. The ceremony was broadcast throughout the entire galaxy, with untold trillions of Cyborgs and female former thralls alike watching with undivided attention. Eric strode proudly into the arena, walking down a wide aisle in the otherwise crowded arena floor, completely naked and unadorned. His spectacularly muscular and beautiful body had been oiled and glistened in muscular perfection, and his extraordinary and heroically oversized genitals slapped proudly back and forth between his powerful thighs. The mighty young stud mounted the stairs to the top of the central dais, and then turned and addressed the unimaginably vast audience scattered across hundreds of millions of light years of space. 

Eric’s incredibly deep voice reverberated off of the far walls of the arena as he spoke of a new dawn and a new golden age for all intelligent life, both biological and cybernetic. All of the trillions of females that had been held in thrall by the Cyborgs had been instantly released upon Eric’s ascension to dominance, and the young man now ordered the Cyborgs to establish homes for the survivors of all of the formerly dominated races. Many biological worlds had been heavily damaged or even seared clean by the Cyborg plague, so Eric set the Cyborgs to restoring life and beauty to these many hundreds of worlds so that the released slaves would have a place to rebuild their lives and their civilizations. 

For the trillions of female members of his own race, Eric offered his supremely bountiful seed for all who desired it. The young man’s massive cock had been milked on an almost continuous basis, and already starships carrying large quantities of his sperm were streaming toward the far reaches of the galaxy, rushing to deliver Eric’s precious baby batter to the clamoring masses. Despite the almost unimaginably monumental task of fathering a new generation among the trillions of human females in the galaxy, Eric’s huge and heroically prodigious balls were more than up for the task. His first sons would be ready to assist him with the task of spreading his extraordinary seed across the galaxy in less than a score of years, but the Cyborg scientists estimated that mighty Eric would be able to father three or four children with every female of his species in that time. 

Cyborg scientists made another extraordinary discovery just a few weeks after the young stallion’s rise to supreme power. They were experimenting with merging Eric’s sperm with the eggs of other sentient biological species, and came to the spectacular conclusion that the young human male was actually able to cross breed with several dozen other species. These species were all terrestrial, oxygen-breathing, bipedal beings that bore certain similarities to humans, but nevertheless, the discovery sent shockwaves throughout the galaxy. Suddenly, young Eric wasn’t just the savior of the human race, but was now the father of nearly 50 separate races of people. The crossbreeding of Eric’s seed with these alien females always produced a new hybrid species that combined the very best features of humanity with the host race. 

For the hundreds of other species that had been kept under thrall by the Cyborg race, however, the future was more uncertain. Those races without males of their own to propagate their species and who were not compatible with Eric’s extraordinary sperm faced continued reliance on Cyborg technology to impregnate the females with more females. Most of the remaining species accepted this fate, perhaps even holding the slender hope that someday one of their own lost males might also be found, just as Eric had been found for the human race. A few of the others, though, chose extinction over continued one gender existence. These species would be provided with their own worlds to live out the rest of their lifespans until old age claimed the last of their kind. But most chose to carry on, overjoyed to finally be free of their slavery to begin to recover their own dignity and grace. 

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Eric stood within a large room on the outer shell of the vast planet ship Primus, looking out an enormous window at the vast panoply of stars. A suction hose was attached to his gargantuan, 22 ½ inch monster cock, gently siphoning out the latest thick batch of creamy white jizz out of his massive seed factories. In the weeks since his ultimate trial in the arena, Eric’s cock had been milked on an almost continual basis, for his behemoth bull balls were the sole source of life giving sperm in the entire universe for nearly 50 different species. Not a single drop of the precious fluid was being spilled or wasted, as every single sperm cell was destined to find a home in the womb of a female, and grow into a healthy and beautiful new child. Needless to say, the demand for his powerful and precious spunk was overwhelming, but fortunately, his mighty baby makers were more than up to the challenge, so extraordinarily hyper productive that they could now whip up more than a gallon of sperm per minute! It might take a little while, but soon the galaxy would be teeming with trillions and trillions of his extraordinarily gifted offspring, each and every one of them inheriting the tremendous strength, beauty, intelligence, and awesome fecundity of their magnificent sire. 

The young man could still only barely believe the extraordinary and completely unexpected turn of events that had not only spared his huge balls and his very life from destruction, but that now made him the honored and almost worshipped leader of this brave new world. He could only smile in wonder as he gazed out across the vast array of stars and pumped his chunky splooge into yet another collection tank, realizing that because of him, humanity and its allied races would soon once again be spread out across countless worlds. Life, which had been teetering on the brink of extinction, was about to explode forth once more in the greatest diaspora of intelligent life the galaxy -- and likely the universe -- had ever seen. 

Eric closed his beautiful blue eyes and smiled again as another wave of blissful orgasm washed over him. Yes, he decided, the future most definitely looked bright.