Pyntherian Saga - Part Five

Pyntherian Saga — Part Five

Based on an original and unpublished story by Robert Moon

CHAPTER 5 - EMPEROR KHRANG ATTEMPTS TO CRUSH THE RESISTANCE… AND JAKE SPANNER’S BALLS

Unbeknownst to all except the Emperor himself, Khrang had been aware of Space Ranger Jake Spanner’s presence from the moment that his ship entered the Pyntherian star system. Emperor Khrang had learned to not take any chances this time around, and had therefore seeded the entire Pyntherian star system with tiny stealth satellites that would warn him of any unscheduled approach. He was therefore able to watch from his headquarters, a massive starship currently hidden in a deep ocean trench along with the rest of his armada, as the small Space Ranger craft first circled the planet several times and then eventually landed. 

Emperor Khrang was at first somewhat surprised that his activities had already somehow been detected by Space Ranger HQ back on Earth, but then smiled; he expected nothing less from such a talented and vigilant team of overzealous heroes and meddlesome peace officers, and he grudgingly respected them for being such worthy adversaries. But he knew with utter confidence that once he had completed his tasks here on Pyntheria, not even the combined might of the Space Rangers could stand before him and domination of the entire galaxy. 

The Emperor was somewhat more surprised when his satellites and tiny, airborne spy cameras revealed the occupant of that Space Ranger vessel to be none other than Jake Spanner, son of the legendary Brock Spanner who had nearly single-handedly foiled his first attempts at galaxy-wide domination just over five years ago. Khrang deeply enjoyed the irony that the son had been sent after the very villain who had been responsible for the loss of his father. Khrang also couldn’t help but notice that Jake appeared to be even more fantastically handsome and muscular than his forbearer, and decided he might have a use for the young Ranger after all… 

Emperor Khrang tracked Jake’s movements over the next several weeks, and watched with amusement as the nascent and desperate resistance movement learned to use Jake’s sperm as a cure for Khrang’s brilliantly engineered pathogen plague. The evil warlord’s surprise was therefore profound when the cure turned out to actually work! The Pyntherian resistance was gathering hundreds of their best, brightest, and most powerful males in their hidden underground redoubt, and Jake was curing them of the infertility plague one man at a time! At the phenomenal rate at which the Space Ranger was going, Jake might just be able to cure enough of these men to save the Pyntherian race from extinction, and perhaps even gather enough restored males to rise up successfully in revolt. 

Though still amused by these pathetic efforts at resistance, Emperor Khrang did not want to take any chances that his carefully laid plans could be disrupted. So he sent one of his most powerful and effective weapons, an enormous mechanized warrior assassin, to track down and put an end to Jake Spanner and his meddling Space Ranger ways once and for all…

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The whole town slept soundly on this warm spring night. The Pyntherian residents of the town were now fully aware of the handsome Space Ranger in their midst, and they maintained the young man’s secrecy in the hopes that their race could be saved by the extraordinarily studly Earthling hero. None suspected that their enemy not only knew of the young he-man’s presence, but had unleashed a weapon that even now closed in on its target, ready to annihilate him. 

A huge, blocky figure glided through the early morning darkness, moving nearly silently despite its massive size and mechanized gait. Easily avoiding detection, the unknown figure shuffled to the outskirts of town and the secluded complex of small buildings that was the only surface evidence of the much larger research facility located deep underground. 

With the warm spring weather, Jake had left the windows to his small cabana open, the better to enjoy the soft breezes and the smells of lush plant life. He slept soundly, recharging after yet another epic marathon session of male insemination. After two weeks of constant milking, Jake appeared to have reached the maximum output for his balls, allowing him to inseminate just over 100 men every day. He had reached a new record the day before, pumping an incredible 108 loads into an equal number of willing and eager volunteers, but his daily tally had otherwise stabilized at roughly 105 men a day. 

His Herculean efforts left the huge muscle man exhausted and literally drained at the end of each day, so he slept extremely deeply, more deeply than usual. So deeply, in fact, that he did not detect the intruder’s deadly presence until it was too late. 

A nearly full moon cast a long and ominous shadow into the room. Standing at the foot of Jake’s bed was a creature of nightmares, a massive hulking form of metal and machinery with one programmed goal - to kill. The robot stood over 9 feet tall and weighed close to a full ton of steel and circuitry. Its shape was vaguely humanoid, with two legs descending from a thick torso, and a squat head atop its incredibly broad shoulders. Instead of just two arms, the mechanical killer had four long, articulated arms, two sprouting from its large shoulders and another pair originating just beneath the first. These four arms each ended in wicked-looking pincer claws consisting of six long and thick metal ‘digits’ equally spaced around a central hub. 

Two glowing amber eyes, lacking any shred of emotion or mercy, gazed down impassively at the gorgeous naked form lying atop the sheets. The robot was unmoved by the young man’s phenomenal masculine beauty, his angelic face relaxed in peaceful repose, just as it was unmoved by the sheer gargantuan size and exquisitely proportioned beauty of his massively muscular body. Instead, the mechanical warrior’s gaze locked on the colossal nocturnal erection proudly arching over the young man’s muscular torso, and the two magnificent testicles hanging so huge and heavy beneath it. These goliath gonads, the wellspring of the young Ranger’s unparalleled virility, were the creature’s designated targets, and it honed in on them with single-minded focus. 

A faint clicking and whirring noise could be heard as the metal warrior extended its upper pair of arms, the articulated metal reaching out toward Jake’s unprotected and completely vulnerable groin. The claw-like hands opened wide as they approached the young man’s exposed balls, their metal grip more than large enough to engulf even Jake’s fantastically enormous, melon-sized testicles into their clutches. The steel pincers were slowly positioned so that each one could grasp a meaty testicle. Dull reflections bounced off the metal body of the intruder as it carried out its instructions. 

The robot seemed to pause for a moment. The only sounds were the cicadas outside the cabana, and the soft whisper of the gentle breeze in the trees. All seemed utterly peaceful and tranquil. 

Then, with lightning speed, the robot closed its pincers tightly around both of Jake’s balls and then hauled the big muscle man upright by his straining nutsac. Jake awoke instantly, the agony in his nuts ripping a bellow of pain and surprise from his massive chest. The young Ranger was momentarily confused by the sight of the giant humanoid at the foot of his bed, but any shred of sleepiness was instantly wiped away as the agony in his balls exploded tenfold. In an instant, the young man was hauled upward as if he weighed almost nothing, leaving only his head and his massive shoulders resting on the bed and forcing his straining bull balls to support a dangerously large portion of his awesome bodyweight. His huge balls were immediately stretched to nearly a full FOOT from his crotch as a result, straining heroically at the ends of their brutally overstretched cords. 

But that was only the beginning of Jake’s agony. 

The pincer claws locked tight around each of his balls began to close even tighter, bearing down on the young man’s delicate and sensitive balls with inhuman force. Jake cried out in pain and horror, his own fingers scrabbling at the steel claws in a fruitless attempt to free his balls from their deadly clutches. But even his phenomenal strength was no match for that of the mechanoid figure, and he could only watch in mounting terror as the claws continued narrowing their crushing grip. His trapped balls ballooned obscenely around the claws, bulging and bending in ways that a man’s testicles were never meant to be shaped. Each ball began to look like a series of sectioned off wedges, much like a split orange, and STILL the claws narrowed their inexorable grip. 

Any other man’s balls, no matter how huge or strong, would have long since exploded under such a devastatingly powerful grip, but Jake’s almighty nuts somehow endured. The genetic engineering that had gone into the creation of the Space Rangers had clearly gone into overdrive when creating not only perhaps the largest testicles in the history of the human race, but quite clearly the toughest and most resilient. Still, it was clear that even the young Space Ranger’s Herculean super nuts couldn’t take much more, and with each of the claws barely one inch from meeting in the middle and ensuring the annihilation of both magnificent testicles, it looked like all hope was lost for the handsome muscle stud. 

But then, just as quickly as they’d begun to close, the claws ceased their inward motion. Jake’s quivering bull balls were held on the very verge of rupturing, but the robot had ceased any further closing of its grip, for the moment at least. 

Jake’s massively muscular body flailed in agony and desperation, his ferociously powerful legs kicking and battering at the metal behemoth. But all the young man succeeded in doing was bruising his heels, and after a few solid kicks, the robot halted any further battering abuse of his steel-plated carapace by using its two lower limbs to lock onto Jake’s two kicking ankles. The mechanoid’s iron grip held both of the young man’s legs fast, stretching them almost impossibly wide and rendering his powerful lower body completely immobile. 

The only up side to having his legs caught in the creature’s steel embrace was that it took a large fraction of his body weight off of his screaming ball cords, but that was little solace to the young Space Ranger. He was effectively immobilized and helpless, and his vulnerable balls were literally held fast in the clutches of a deadly robot. Jake had no illusions about his situation; if the robot wanted to, it could forever destroy his huge nuts by simply squeezing down just another fraction of an inch with its primary pair of steel claws. Jake knew that was all it would take to cause his massive balls, his greatest pride and joy, to explode dramatically and splatter every wall in the small room with chunks of his ruined nut meat. Jake steeled himself for the brutally painful end to his heroic manhood. 

Emperor Khrang was never so merciful as to grant something as simple as a quick emasculation, however. No, the evil and cruel tyrant preferred to punish those who resisted him, drawing out their destruction for as long as possible and causing the maximum amount of pain that he could. And he had just such a fate planned for the dashing young Space Ranger. 

The metal creature just stood there, holding Jake aloft with an agonizing death grip on both of his huge, hyper-virile nuts. A few long seconds ticked by, an eternity to Jake, and nothing seemed to be happening. 

Then Jake began to feel it, a slight tingling in his nuts. The tingling rapidly grew more intense, feeling like a thousand ants were biting his huge testicles at the same time. A blue spark suddenly flickered across his throbbing ball sac, and a horrified Jake suddenly realized what was going on; his balls weren’t just to be crushed, they were to be electrocuted as well!! 

As the voltage increased, it rapidly reached excruciating levels. Jake’s balls — or rather, the portions of his balls bulging monstrously from between the robot’s clutching digits — convulsed and jerked wildly, looking like they might tear themselves apart or burst out from their sac just from the sheer intensity of the electrical discharge coursing through them. The electric shock also forced all of the young man’s gargantuan muscles to flex and bulge to inhuman dimensions, virtually paralyzing the young man as his muscles seized and spasmed uncontrollably. Small wisps of blue smoke drifted up from his scrotum, signaling that the dense meaty flesh itself was starting to cook. Jake was helpless as he watched his balls getting fried right before his very eyes! 

Jake suddenly bellowed and arched his back with the most powerful convulsion yet, his massive physique exploding with magnificent muscles. An even more agonizingly painful sensation began to surge through his loins, a white hot heat that seemed to be rising up the length of his still titanically erect cock. A moment later, his massive cock began to erupt with a steaming and milky white foam, a bubbling and searing hot goo that painfully burned the inside of his cock as it poured and spurted out of his gaping piss slit in great steaming jets and frothy rivers. His own cooked and electrocuted sperm was being forced out of his cock in the most painful orgasm of the young man’s life!! 

Jake shuddered even more violently as his electrocution was magnified by the forced orgasm. Spurt after searing spurt of boiling, clotted jism sprayed all over his convulsing body, painting thick white lines across his gorgeous muscles and leaving raised red welts wherever the pearlescent magma landed. The young man never knew that he could experience such intense and mind-numbing levels of pain. 

The mechanoid man never eased up its tight hold on Jake’s nest of manhood for even a moment, maintaining its brutal crushing grip even as it shocked and seared the very life out of the colossal man orbs. Jake’s mind was nearly lost in a haze of agony as he watched the metallic fiend fry his once-virile manhood. The muscular warrior knew that his mighty genitals couldn’t take much more of this abuse, that even now the delicate tissues inside his mighty balls might be cooked and fried beyond repair. But he knew he had to do something to try to save his beleaguered balls. 

Summoning every remaining ounce of willpower that he could, Jake reached out with one massive, spasming arm for the holster on his nightstand, his fingers stretching toward the handle of his radium pistol. For many agonizing seconds, Jake’s twisting fingers inched closer and closer to the gun, and with a final push, he wrapped his big fingers around the weapon and tugged it free of its holster. 

Unfortunately, with his body hoisted more than halfway into the air, Jake didn’t have a clean shot. He knew that the robot’s dense armor was proof against virtually all weapons, and that its only weak spot was the processing sensor located in the center of its chest. And with his shoulders still resting on the bed and his sac hoisted high into the air, Jake’s own huge balls were blocking his shot. Jake knew what he had to do. 

With a strength born of desperation, Jake lurched upright, using his powerful brick-like abdominal muscles to pull his upper body up off of the bed and into the air. Unfortunately, this move also had the effect of vastly increasing the weight that his straining ball cords were forced to bear. With his entire body lifted off of the bed, nearly every ounce of Jake’s magnificent 485 pounds was now tearing at his screaming balls. The added weight, along with the crushing grip and the massive amounts of electricity surging through their meaty interiors, threatened to be the last straw that would destroy the young man’s super human balls forever. 

Yet somehow, impossibly, they held. 

Jake could barely aim, his sight beginning to dim and his mighty arms quaking from the electricity blasting through his body as he tried to steady the radium pistol in a two-handed grip. Almost by instinct, Jake squeezed the trigger, aiming as best he could at the mechanical ‘heart’ of the robotic beast. A bright beam of searing blue light leapt from the barrel of the pistol and struck the mechanoid man square in the chest, narrowly avoiding his own crushed and mangled nuts by the barest of margins. Instantly, the gigantic pulses of electricity slamming into Jake’s humongous balls ceased. Jake’s aim had been true, and he’d stopped the robotic killer, scrambling its processor and turning the deadly killing machine into a giant, inanimate statue. 

Unfortunately, the statue still had a crushingly tight grip on Jake’s ankles and battered balls. The young man flopped back onto the bed, relieving the worst of the weight pulling at his tortured gonads. A few final weak streams of boiling cum squirted out of his cock to join the others making a clotted, smelly, steamy, and sticky mess of Jake’s spectacular body and mattress beneath him. The huge muscle man had ruined a second mattress, but at least this time it wasn’t his fault. 

The sounds of battle had brought the scientists, researchers, and male insemination volunteers running, but none of them reached Jake’s cabana until the battle was already over. The sight they found was both terrifying and incredible — a massive four-armed robot stood over the foot of Jake’s bed, its massive size dwarfing that of even the fantastically muscled warrior lying naked in the bed. The creature’s four arms were gripping the young man’s balls and ankles, hoisting him halfway up into the air even as its claws clamped down with impossible force onto the young man’s horrifically distended and bulging bull nuts. A small hole was visible clear through the robot’s thoracic cage, leaking wisps of smoke and the occasional spark. 

And everywhere, steam rose from cooling puddles and streamers of Jake’s boiled spunk. The smell of cooked sperm filled the room, all the more disturbing for the fact that it smelled absolutely delicious. As the crowd watched, paralyzed with stunned surprise and fear, a few clumps of clotted, dead, electrocuted sperm leaked from Jake’s still rock hard dick onto his already cum-coated chest. Everyone’s immediate fear was whether or not their huge studly savior was still even alive, let alone intact. 

Jake weakly called out to his would-be rescuers, and some of the young man snapped out of their paralysis to rush toward the wounded he-man. A team of four strong men hoisted his gargantuan upper body upright, carefully taking the stretching strain off of the young man’s brutally overstretched balls, while others ran to adjacent buildings to grab any furniture items they could use to support the young man while they worked him free of the dead robot’s clutches. 

It took more than an hour to free Jake’s nearly obliterated bull balls from the robot’s vise-like grip, and another half an hour to free his legs as well. Despite his incredible pain, the huge muscle man stood upright on his own and staggered unassisted to the elevator, his swollen and horribly lobster red testicles swinging heavily between his legs. The stretch to his ballsac was profound, exceeding 8 inches in length, and it was unclear whether that stretch would be permanent. But that mattered little if the gigantic balls resting in the bottom of that sac were already dead. 

Jake was attended by a small army of doctors and scientists. Others were speculating on how it was the Emperor Khrang’s robot assassin had found Jake, but the doctors were focusing on more immediate concerns, like whether Jake’s mammoth balls, the sole source of a cure for the infertility plague, had themselves been rendered infertile by the vicious mechanical attack. 

The big man was helped onto an examination table, and while others cleaned the young man up and measured his vital signs, the lead scientist focused his attention on Jake’s mauled and wounded balls. The seasoned medical professional was utterly shocked by what he saw. Jake’s scrotum was heavily scorched, looking like it had been cooked from the inside out, and the extreme internal temperatures had forced his own sperm to boil, pouring out of the young man’s balls in an agonizing and cruel parody of an orgasm. Evidence of the extreme temperatures of that fluid were evident all over the young man’s gloriously muscular body, angry red welts covering almost the entirety of his torso and belly where he had been coated in the white hot spunk. The cum tube inside his cock was even more badly burnt, and a particularly skilled young medic was even now at work gently inserting a salve-coated cotton swab down the entire length of that nearly two-foot-long horse cock, trying to relieve some of the young man’s pain and promote his healing. 

But it was the huge balls that most concerned the scientist. He gently poked and prodded at the angry red scrotum, wincing in sympathy as Jake grunted and groaned at the slightest touch. Palpating the huge orbs showed that they were far softer and mushier than their normally rock solid selves, but that they were at least still whole and unruptured. Diagnostic scanners revealed the first good news, that the flesh inside those mighty balls was still alive. The scientist could only conclude that the unbelievably massive size of Jake’s tough and durable balls had allowed them to endure electricity that would have quickly cooked any other man’s balls clear through. The only remaining question was whether the sperm-generating capacity of those miraculous balls had been damaged, and whether Jake would be able to resume his role rejuvenating the Pyntherian men. 

They had no choice but to wait. 

The same healing salve that had been used to coat most of Jake’s upper body and the inside of his seared cock was also liberally applied to his swollen nutsac. The exhausted man was then allowed to rest in a side room off of the lab. The big man would now remain underground and under the protection and constant surveillance of the science team and around-the-clock guards. 

Nearly 10 hours later, Jake finally awoke from the deep and dreamless slumber of the truly exhausted, and felt much refreshed. The welts and burns on his body had entirely disappeared, and even his cock felt like it was returning to normal. His huge balls, however, still ached terribly, though not nearly as horribly as before. Jake was deeply concerned regarding whether his balls were still functional, and decided to take matters into his own hands. 

He emerged from his new underground sleeping quarters to find the scientists anxiously waiting for him. The big man said he’d like to test his plumbing out, and the team rushed forward to assist with monitoring his output. 

Jake quickly stroked his cock to full rock solid hardness, the 23-inch mega cock protruding proudly before him as if to dare Emperor Khrang and his minions to try destroying him again. The huge muscle man wrapped both hands around his monster meat and started beating it for all he was worth, anxious to see if his balls could still manufacture viable sperm. 

About 10 minutes later, Jake was rewarded with a groin-wracking orgasm. His balls were still tremendously sore and tender after the punishment they had suffered, and the contractions and convulsions in his balls almost made the muscle giant drop to his knees in pain. But he somehow remained upright as his huge cock vomited forth a massive load of dead, lifeless sperm in dozens of clotted bursts and clumps. Undaunted, Jake kept right on frigging his cock, hoping to be able to prime his pump. But 15 minutes later, he was again rewarded with a sticky clotted mass of lifeless seed. Each powerful contraction of his orgasm felt like a Clydesdale horse was kicking him right in the gonads, but Jake just grit his teeth can kept pumping out his thick and clotted goo. 

Many of the scientists began to despair, a few silently and openly weeping at the loss of so spectacular and magnificent a male. But Jake refused to give up, and kept right on stroking and jacking his mighty cock, perhaps the largest and most powerful penis in the galaxy. He refused to believe that his balls had been destroyed, that his mighty well of virility had been burned out and electrocuted into sterility. 

The dashing Space Ranger kept on jacking his huge meat, his achingly handsome face a mask of concentration, his enormously muscular arms blowing up even larger than their normally 32-inch dimensions. All of his focus and energy was concentrated on pulling another load out of his battered balls, a load of viable sperm that would indicate both that he was still a fertile male, and that he could continue to help save other Pyntherian men from permanent sterility. 

His third load took another 20 minutes to achieve, and a sheen of sweat was glistening all over Jake’s gargantuan body by the time it finally arrived. This orgasm hit Jake like a freight train, the power and force behind the ejaculation increasing the great agony in his aching balls. But Jake barely even noticed the pain, for the sight that greeted him filled him with joy. 

A massive bolt of thick and viscous spunk shot out of Jake’s cannon of a cock with such force that it sailed more than 30 feet across the room. The mighty blast would clearly have gone a lot farther, but its forward progress was halted by the glass wall that led into an interior hallway, exploding all over the window’s clear surface. The first blast was joined by a second, then a third, then a fourth and fifth and sixth, in a characteristically titanic deluge of spunk that all of the researchers had grown to expect from the fantastically virile stud. 

The white liquid bouillon being purged from Jake’s aching loins was so thick with sperm that it was like a tremendously thick custard, almost more solid than liquid, and even at a glance there was no question in anyone’s mind as to the viability of this sperm sample. Tests were nevertheless run, which quickly proved that Jake remained the undisputed title holder of the most virile male in the galaxy. His sperm count was even greater than the measurements taken when he’d first arrived on the planet, no doubt due to all of the rigorous exercise Jake’s cock and balls were receiving. 

A greatly relieved Jake rode out the rest of his thunderous orgasm, trying to pump the rest of his awesome load into receptacles that could then be cryogenically frozen as an additional sperm supply for the beleaguered populace. The muscle hulk realized that his first two orgasms were required to simply purge and cleanse the remaining lifeless seeds out of his balls after the harrowing trauma they had suffered less than 12 hours before. His powerhouse bull balls had once again proven that they were even tougher than anyone could have ever imagined. 

The doctors urged Jake to take the rest of the day off to rest and recuperate, and that they would resume the inseminations the following morning. Jake refused to wait, however, knowing that any time he took to rest and recover would result in the loss of dozens more virile Pyntherian males. Besides, Jake found himself already looking forward to pumping fresh torrents of his virile and incredibly potent jism into another batch of Pyntherian recruits…