Pyntherian Saga - Part One

Pyntherian Saga — Part One

Based on an original and unpublished story by Robert Moon

CHAPTER 1 - JAKE SPANNER TRAVELS TO PLANET PYNTHERIA

Jake Spanner hurtled through space in his sleek, faster-than-light rocket ship. The young Space Ranger was accustomed to long solo missions such as these, and had completed more than one hundred such missions since his graduation from the Academy a mere four years ago, at the unprecedented and tender age of just 18. And not only had the young man been the youngest cadet ever to graduate from the Academy, he was also at the very top of his class, with test scores and aptitude analyses that were literally off the charts. Jake’s service record since his graduation had only served to further elevate his position among the Space Rangers, and he was widely recognized as being one of the best — if not THE best — Space Ranger ever produced by the Academy, beginning to eclipse even the record of his celebrated father, Brock Spanner. 

The young man kept a keen eye on the ship’s instrumentation. Even though vessels such as these could virtually fly themselves, and indeed had done so on rare occasions when the crew and passengers on board a ship had been incapacitated, Jake always liked to monitor his progress closely. The frequent ship diagnostics and course analyses not only provided him with a diversion to while away the long hours spent alone in deep space, but it also further guaranteed that he wouldn’t be surprised by any malfunction in the ship’s systems. Though such malfunctions had grown exceedingly rare as ship safety systems had been improved over the years, they weren’t unheard of. There weren’t very many human outposts in this distant and sparsely populated corner of the galaxy, and Jake preferred not to be stranded hundreds of light years from the nearest assistance. 

Jake checked the ship’s chronometer and calculated that it would be another 12 hours or so before he arrived on distant Pyntheria. The stunningly handsome ship pilot had already completed his preparations for the mission, including thoroughly studying everything in the files regarding the Pyntherian star system and the M-class planet that shared the same name. He knew that Pyntheria was a relatively recent addition to the ever-expanding colonies. The planet itself was one of those prime planets for human habitation that existed in the “Goldilocks Zone,” that perfect distance from its yellow star that allowed water to exist in all three forms — solid, liquid, and gas — on the planet’s surface. 

Very little terraforming had been required to make the planet habitable, in fact. Liquid water oceans already encircled most of the globe, and the thick atmosphere already possessed most of the constituents that were required for Terran life. The planet was only a tiny fraction smaller than Earth and had very nearly the same gravity, and the only real reason the planet hadn’t been colonized sooner was the fact that it was so far out on the Galactic Arm and therefore so removed from the hub of human civilization. 

But this remoteness served the needs of the Pyntherian colonists perfectly well. These colonists were an idealistic group of settlers who had wanted to establish their own utopia, distant and nearly disconnected from the rest of humanity, where they could live in peace, tranquility, and harmony, and removed from the perceived corruption and social ills of the prime human worlds. 

By all reports, the colonists had achieved their goal. The terraforming operations had produced a paradise planet, a lush and verdant world dominated by temperate to tropical climates, a stable tectonic and geologic crust, minimal weather extremes, and lightly modified Terran lifeforms that formed a robust, varied, and balanced ecosystem. All of these factors served to make Pyntheria a beautiful blue and green garden. The people of Pyntheria lived as they had envisioned, in an egalitarian and happy society that knew no want or lack, a triumph of social enrichment and peace. Within just a century of its founding, Pyntheria had a stable and growing population of some ten million inhabitants, and was fully self-sufficient. 

Yet somehow, for some unknown reason, all communications and transmissions from the star system had suddenly and abruptly ceased about a month ago. Despite repeated attempts to reestablish communication, Earth HQ had not been able to reach anyone on the planet, and so had decided to send one of its top Rangers to scout out the situation. Jake Spanner had been selected for the mission, and instructed to investigate and report his findings back to Earth headquarters as soon as possible. 

But with more than 12 hours to go before reaching Pyntherian orbit, Jake knew he had plenty of time to get in a proper power workout. Maintaining peak physical performance was always a top priority for Space Rangers, even for one as naturally gifted and extraordinarily powerful as Jake, and the young man took his exercise regimen very seriously. The big pilot ran a hand through his thick chestnut-colored hair, worn at a medium length on top but virtually shaved on the sides and back of his head. He then made a final check of the ship computer readouts, and then reengaged the autopilot so he could take a break. 

Jake stood up from the captain’s console and began to strip out of his Space Ranger uniform. The tight-fitting body suit looked like it had been spray painted onto the young man’s body, accentuating every massive curve and swollen bulge of muscle on the stud’s spectacular physique and leaving very little to the imagination. Though a handful of Rangers were taller than the 6-foot, 6-inch mega stud, none could compare with the young man’s sheer titanic muscular bulk, and his flight suits had to be specially made as a result. Worse, the handsome stud was continuing to grow, adding an average of 50 pounds of new muscle every year to his already gargantuan physique and defying shipsuit tailors everywhere. The young captain had graduated the Academy at a whopping 325 pounds of rock solid beef when he was just 18 years old, a size that few men even twice his age could achieve, and now, a mere four years later, he was tipping the scales at a seemingly impossible 485 pounds of raw titanic power! 

And with an absolutely enormous frame and fantastically broad shoulders that were every bit of four feet wide, the strapping young muscle bull still had even more room to grow, and there was little doubt that the big lad would be shattering the 500-pound barrier before the end of the year! 

All of that colossal and exquisitely-carved bulk was currently encased in the lycra polymer flight suit, but that was about to change. Jake released the seam running down the front of the suit, and the fabric split cleanly open from his neck to his navel, spilling open to reveal the vast expanse of two heroically thick and wide pectoral muscles protruding proudly over a set of corrugated, cobblestone abs that looked like they were formed from solid bricks of granite. The young man had a naturally extremely low body fat percentage, a side effect of his enhanced genetic heritage, and so every single hugely swollen muscle fiber stood out in stark relief from its fellows. The fabric opened wide enough to allow his thick and meaty nipples to be visible, and the two solid nubs of flesh acted as hooks to pin back the overstretched fabric, holding the shirt front wide open as Jake began to work his arms out of the suit. 

Since he was built so fantastically huge, Jake often had difficulty getting into and out of clothes, but over the years he had adapted and devised a system that worked for him. Working the opening at the front of the suit wider, the young man shrugged first one massive boulder shoulder and then the other out of the suit, revealing colossal deltoids that were bigger than Old Earth basketballs, looking more like overinflated medicine balls in size. 

His enormous shoulder and chest muscles rippled and flexed dramatically as he started pulling the loosened fabric down the length of first one arm and then the other, revealing a set of spectacular guns that were several orders of magnitude larger than anything seen during 21st century Earth. Jake’s upper arms measured a colossal 32 inches around when completely relaxed — larger than most men’s thighs! — and when pumped had been known to exceed a monstrous 36 inches!! These were mighty limbs indeed!! Thick, muscle-corded forearms descended from those titanic guns, measuring larger than most Ranger’s upper arms, and ending in a pair of huge and meaty - yet surprisingly deft and agile - hands. Those huge man paws were capable of crushing a fearsome beast’s skull and playing a complicated piano concerto with equal skill and ease. 

Jake shrugged halfway out of the flight suit, exposing his spectacular upper body to the otherwise vacant flight deck, and then grabbed the seam near his waist and unsealed the rest of the suit. Bending forward at his surprisingly narrow waist (a 39-inch waist might sound thick, but when compared to a chest circumference that was nearly three times that measurement, and the fact that his thick lower back muscles and powerful abdominal wall added considerably to his waist circumference, it was obvious that Jake’s tight and muscular waist was almost ridiculously narrow in proportion to the rest of his fantastic body), Jake pulled the suit down the entire length of his legs, pulled his feet out at the bottom, and then stood upright once again, revealing his entire body in all of its otherworldly naked glory. 

The lower half of young man’s body was every bit a match in size and strength and beauty for his spectacularly muscular upper body, with colossal thighs that truly looked like thick oak tree trucks, massively swollen calf muscles that bulged enormously off the back of his lower legs, and huge size-22 feet that required their own specially-made shoes. Jake’s ass was a thing of unbelievable power and beauty, two gigantic globes of deeply striated muscle that were more than powerful enough to support his colossal torso. 

In short, Jake was a virtual god of masculinity and strength, a he-man of mythic proportions. Even the huge comic book superheroes from old time Earth couldn’t compare to the size and spectacular definition of the young man’s Herculean physique. Jake was the wildest muscle dream made real, a flesh and blood example of hyper masculine perfection. Combined with his achingly handsome, square-jawed good looks, it was no wonder that even the other Space Rangers, themselves extraordinary scions of the human race, looked up to and admired the talented young pilot. 

But perhaps Jake’s greatest gift of all, his most stunning and extraordinary genetic legacy, was the mammoth set of male genitalia dangling so huge and heavy between his columnar thunder thighs. Scientists had been tinkering with the size of male genitalia almost from the moment they unlocked the secrets of DNA, but perhaps never before had they succeeded on such a scale as this. 

Jake’s colossal cock flopped heavily between his legs, so long and thick that it looked almost like another limb. Completely limp, the mighty schlong measured 15 1/2 inches from its eye-poppingly wide root to its blunt and bulbous tip, longer in its flaccid state than 99.9999% of humanity’s rock hard erections. Its titanic length was almost outmatched by its even more colossal girth. When hard, Jake’s monster of a cock had no known equal, for it stretched the measuring tape to an epic 23 mega inches of the thickest, hardest, beefiest man meat in the galaxy. It’s girth when erect was a pussy-, ass-, and mouth-busting 5 inches across along nearly its entire length, tapering just slightly before reaching the fist-sized head. Virtually no one from humanity’s pre-genetically engineered past would have been able to accommodate even a fraction of such a huge member in any orifice. Fortunately for Jake, however, many modern-day humans had been modified to some degree to provide for maximum sexual compatibility between the various offshoots of the human race, so the handsome young Space Ranger had had virtually no end of men and women more than willing and eager to service the lad’s sexual needs. 

Always without resulting in any unsanctioned pregnancies, of course. 

Jake was fantastically virile even by the stratospheric standards of the Space Rangers, and no birth control device, mechanical, chemical, or hormonal, would have been able to prevent conception had Jake ever engaged in actual vaginal intercourse with any human female. Fortunately, there were many ways to make love. That fact, combined with Jake’s own fully bisexual nature, meant that Jake’s sexual needs were more than fulfilled. 

And Jake’s sexual needs were indeed extraordinary, for powering that colossal cannon of a cock were a pair of massive testicles that would have looked oversized even on a bull elephant. Each gargantuan, egg-shaped orb was bigger than Jake’s own massive, ham hock fists, looking like a pair of oversized melons hanging full and ripe in their voluminous sac. These were powerhouse balls built for strength and long endurance, and erotic tales told of epic sexual encounters involving a dozen or more sexual partners at a time that ended with his multiple partners nearly unconscious with deeply satiated sexual need, while Jake himself was still rock hard and randy for more. Even among the famously virile Space Rangers, Jake’s sexual prowess was legendary. 

Back in the Academy, some of Jake’s barracks mates, in awe of the then 17-year-old kid’s fantastically huge junk, started speculating about how much his cock and balls must weigh. A friendly wager ensued, with other young cadets fondling and weighing Jake’s huge cock and pendulous balls in their hands and then placing bets. Word of the impending wager spread to the adjacent barracks, and soon nearly 200 cadets had crowded into the room, surrounding the handsome young man and gawking at his beautiful, magnificent nakedness. 

Once the bets were placed, a grocer’s scale was brought out, the kind that was used to weigh large sides of beef, and placed on a table before the massive muscle boy. Jake grinned good-naturedly at the other guys as he gently thrust his lean, muscular hips forward. Two other cadets almost reverently lifted up the colossal mass of the young man’s limp cock and gently laid it on the scale. Nearly 200 heads craned to see the read out on the scale, and when the number appeared, appreciative whistles and applause echoed throughout the room. Jake’s enormous flaccid dick had tipped the scales at an extraordinary 13 pounds, 6 ounces. 

The process was then repeated on Jake’s gigantic left nut. Both massive testicles hung very low in their baggy scrotum, so it was easy for the guys to lift up one heavy nut and place it on the scale. More applause erupted when the left nut’s weight — 6 pounds, 2 ounces — was read to the laughing and awe-struck cadets. They then weighed Jake’s remaining right nut and found that it was slightly larger than its twin, topping out at 6 pounds, 4 ounces. 

Attempts to weigh Jake’s gigantic boner proved impossible, however, for the powerful and virile member refused to lay flat on the scale, and even with multiple sets of hands pushing down on the huge cock, it could not be made to lay horizontally on the cold steel tray of the scale. 

Still, in the end, Jake’s fellow cadets had established that the young muscle hulk had more than 25 pounds of meat and potatoes swinging between his legs, making him the undisputed champion stud of the entire Academy. 

Of course, that was now 5 years ago, and Jake had grown considerably since then, including the heavy meat hanging between his legs…

Jake depressed one of the buttons on his console, and a door to his left irised open, revealing a modestly-sized but extremely well-stocked gymnasium beyond. He then planted his huge feet wide apart and braced his enormous legs, and began turning another knob on the console. As he did so, the artificial gravity on the ship steadily increased. Jake kept on slowly turning the dial, letting his effective weight incrementally increase. 

The gravity increased to 1.2 times Earth normal. 

Then to 1.4. 

Then to 1.6. 

Jake’s huge limbs were feeling heavy, but his extraordinarily strong muscles were able to adapt without a problem. The handsome young giant had lived and trained on worlds with heavier gravity than this, so he kept right on turning the dial. 

1.8 times Earth normal. 

2.0 times Earth normal, widely recognized as the upper limit of human adaptability. 

Jake’s effective weight had now doubled to nearly 1,000 pounds, putting even greater strain on his thick bones and powerful muscles. But the powerful bull of a man didn’t budge an inch, and kept right on turning the dial, though slightly more slowly now. 

2.1 times Earth gravity. 

2.2.

2.3.

Truly ferocious gravity was now tearing at every fiber of Jake’s being, but he stoically endured it, even grinning slightly at the added strain to his massive, magnificent physique. His gargantuan leg muscles flexed larger still with the effort of supporting his ever increasing weight. But those same legs had carried several TONS of weight before, and so a ‘mere’ 1,115-pound body was almost child’s play. 

2.4 times Earth gravity. 

Jake’s mammoth bull nuts now effectively weighed nearly 20 pounds — EACH! — and were pulled downward by the increasingly greater gravitational force being exerted on his tough ball cords and smooth scrotum. The thick tendons and tubes connecting Jake’s mighty man fruits to his body were as strong and durable as the rest of his body — they HAD to be in order to carry such a heavy weight of prime testicle meat — so they stoically resisted gravity’s ever more insistent pull. Nevertheless, the stretch to his already low-slung balls had nearly doubled so that his enormous gonads were now hanging a full 6 inches below his crotch, a mighty dangle indeed! 

But Jake clearly wasn’t satisfied yet, and kept turning the dial. He was already enduring crushing gravitational forces that would have quickly killed an unaugmented human, but Jake just set his powerful square jaw, grinned, and kept right on increasing the ship’s gravity. 

2.5 times Earth gravity. 

Jake’s own body weight was now effectively just over 1,200 pounds, making the already hulking beast a true monster of muscle. Every organ system was straining against the added weight, especially his muscles and bones. But the handsome young man just smiled. He had routinely worked out at this gravity level before, and thought it might be time to push himself. ‘Maybe just a little bit more,’ he thought, and then cranked the dial to 2.6. 

Doing the math quickly in his head, Jake realized that he now weighed the equivalent of 1,261 pounds. Well over half a ton of monstrous, hulking muscle. The perfect weight for an intense round of weight lifting. 

With practiced ease and astonishing grace, Jake lifted one mighty leg up off the floor, his monstrously powerful muscles defying the hellish gravity as he took a heavy step forward, followed by another, and then another. The young tank of muscle ponderously walked into the waiting gymnasium, eager to crank out a heroically grueling, marathon, 6-hour weight lifting session. The handsome hunk knew that would still give him plenty of time to shower, sleep, and be refreshed and ready by the time his ship inserted into planetary orbit. 

Jake grinned to himself, thoroughly happy and fulfilled with his life as a Space Ranger. 

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Many hours later, after Jake had sweated and groaned and thrown around a mind boggling amount of weight, the exhausted but satisfied muscle giant returned the ship’s gravity to normal and admired his sweaty form in front of the full-length mirrors running along one wall of the gymnasium. His heavily muscled body was sculpted to perfection, and these same muscles were now pumped to even more extraordinary dimensions, bloated and swollen and unutterably massive after his intense workout. 

The gorgeous muscle man sauntered off to the showers, dripping a healthy trail of sweat behind him. The shower cubicle pelted him with water from several directions, drenching his already sweat-soaked body and washing away the salts and smells from an honest workout. Jake luxuriated under the hot water, massaging his huge, aching muscles that had been tested to their absolute limits in the weight room. He let his huge hands slip lower and lower, sliding slowly over every inch of taut skin — the gigantic mounds of his magnificent chest, the chiseled cobblestones of his rock hard abs, and lower still. As Jake began to fondle his huge, 15.5-inch cock flopping so heavily between his legs, it very quickly began to swell, soon rearing up to its awesome and monstrous 23-inch tumescence. 

Jake gazed down lovingly at his proud, upright cock, loving the way that it pulsed and throbbed with his every heartbeat. He leaned his head forward, just bending a few inches at his incredibly thick and muscular neck, to plant a kiss on the tip of his swollen cock head. Jake’s cock was so unbelievably and monstrously long that the head rested about midway up his mammoth chest. He knew that if he pushed his shoulders forward, he could engulf the swollen, bulbous head and top few inches of his cock between those unbelievably massive slabs of meat and pec fuck his own cock. He’d done exactly that on innumerable occasions (bringing himself to voluminous orgasm each time), but decided against it today. 

Instead, he reached below his cock and cradled his enormous testicles, one in each hand, filling his palms to overflowing with unbelievably thick nut meat. Young Jake could feel the monster stud load of cum churning in his huge nuggies, aching for release, and he smiled once again to himself. He had abstained from masturbating for the entirety of the nearly month-long flight, and there was now an epic load of spunk built up in his bloated bull nuts. He wanted nothing more than to stroke himself off to a shuddering and titanic orgasm, but Jake prided himself more than anything on his extraordinary level of self control. Just like an old-time football player before the big game, Jake never beat off before a mission, and he knew that the huge load sloshing around inside his balls would have to wait there for a while longer. 

The huge stud patted his fat balls a couple of times, gazing down at them like a proud papa, and then turned the water from nearly scaldingly hot to ice cold. The freezing water felt like needles of ice piercing into his taut, unblemished skin, and Jake actually gasped with the shock of the temperature change. But the cold water did its trick, causing his low-hanging balls to draw up tight against his groin, and eventually causing his titanic tower of cock meat to slowly wilt until it was once again hanging heavy and limp between his legs. 

His arousal temporarily dampened, Jake toweled off and retired to his bedroom. He knew he only needed about two hours of sleep and rest to fully recover and recharge his body after the mighty workout, giving him a couple more hours to prepare for planetary orbit. The gorgeous nude muscle man lay down on top of his bed, his huge flaccid cock draped lazily over one muscular thigh, and closed his eyes. 

As he drifted off to sleep, he once again wondered what could have caused an entire colony to suddenly go dark…