Pyntherian Saga - Part Six

Pyntherian Saga — Part SIX

Based on an original and unpublished story by Robert Moon

CHAPTER 6 - JAKE SPANNER PUSHES HIS MIGHTY BULL BALLS TO THEIR LIMIT - AND BEYOND

A day after his near-gelding at the claws of the mechanized murderer sent after him by Khrang, Jake was back at work trying to cure as many Pyntherian males as possible of the virulent plague before their balls were completely burned out and ruined. Over and over and over again, Jake used his massive, muscular body to thrust his penis into the hungry mouths and muscular asses of hundreds of Pyntherian men. His ferociously virile balls had churned out untold volumes of manly spunk, and now, just over two weeks after he’d landed on the beautiful paradise planet, he had successfully saved more than 1,400 young men from permanent sterility. 

But even these heroically impressive numbers were a mere drop in the bucket compared to a planetary population that exceeded 10 million people. Jake and the scientists knew that they were running out of time to save even more men before their balls were reduced to nothing more than shriveled husks. The mighty Space Ranger expressed his concerns to the lead scientist, and indicated that he wanted to increase his output even further. The senior scientist sympathized with Jake’s desire to help, but he was clearly concerned that the mighty warrior was already redlining his massive balls. The scientist feared that any additional strain on Jake’s nuts could start causing them permanent damage, and cautioned the Ranger against any further increases in sexual activity. 

Nevertheless, the handsome and brave Space Ranger felt strongly that the needs of the Pyntherian people more than justified the risk. Even the most virile of the Pyntherian males were now succumbing to the pathogen, their balls irrevocably burning out as the disease ran its course. The big muscle man knew that he needed to up his game if he was going to save as many men as possible. So he began mating day and night, virtually nonstop, hardly even sleeping, trying to inseminate every last male that he could. He even ordered a vibrating prostate stimulator inserted into his ass, seeking to further increase the already astounding frequency of his orgasms. 

Despite the scientist’s fears, Jake succeeded in very nearly doubling his daily sperm output in this manner, and increased his daily matings to upwards of 180 to 190 men a day! The sheer volume of spunk being generated by Jake’s powerhouse bull balls was simply staggering, and though the entire medical team was worried about the Ranger’s continued well-being, they assisted him in every way that they could. 

Without adequate break periods to rest and recharge, the nonstop fucking began to take its toll on the dashingly handsome young Ranger. A steady and growing agony began to build in his massive balls, such that every contraction of every orgasm felt like a pile driver was crashing directly into his bloated nuts, but Jake was utterly determined to keep on going. The exhausted young warrior showed tremendous will and super human stamina as he fought valiantly onward, even though his gigantic balls had become two burning knots of pure agony. 

A third week passed by, and Jake nearly doubled the number of cured Pyntherian males, swelling their ranks to over 2,700 virile and healthy men. The plague meanwhile continued to ravage the planet, however, and it was becoming harder and harder to find candidates who hadn’t yet reached the point of no return. Nevertheless, the hidden underground laboratory was teeming with gorgeous and powerful young men who were all desperate to receive Jake’s fertility-saving “injection”. Jake couldn’t let a single one of those beautiful young men down, so he doggedly pushed forward with his efforts. 

By the beginning of the fourth week, however, the concerned scientists began noticing a disturbing change in Jake’s orgasms. The volume of Jake’s titanic emissions began to diminish, which probably wasn’t helped by the fact that he had somehow upped his daily matings even further to just over 200 men a day! The decrease in sperm volume was very minor at first, almost unnoticeable, but it continued to steadily drop as the days slowly and tortuously wore on. Jake’s loads were still colossal, seminal emissions of absolutely legendary proportions, orders of magnitude larger than any mortal man had the right to ejaculate, and far, far larger than what was truly necessary to cure each male, but they were indeed dropping. 

By the fifth day of week four, Jake’s sperm count began plummeting precipitously, and the doctors were becoming extremely worried that the young man was permanently burning out his own balls through extreme overuse. The massive orbs themselves had long since turned an angry dark red, looking almost bruised, and were unusually warm to the touch. Those mighty sperm factories were definitely working triple time to try to keep up with demand, and they were finally starting to fail. Jake’s pain had grown extreme, and every load now felt like someone was stabbing a pair of knives deep into his balls on every orgasmic contraction. The non-stop, constant sex had long since lost any trace of pleasure for the hulking muscle stud, and the agony had grown inhuman. But Jake would not be dissuaded, though his balls felt like they would implode from the effort to pump out even more of his supremely potent goo. 

Jake was heedless of the warning signs, yet when the inevitable finally happened, it still caught him by surprise. For the day finally came when Jake’s extraordinary balls, with their seemingly bottomless wellspring of super human strength and vitality, finally ran empty. 

The mighty muscle bull had entered into his FIFTH week of constant daily mating, and each of his orgasms had dwindled to just a couple of (comparatively) weak squirts of watery jism, barely enough to fill a beaker let alone coat the insides of a desperate young Pyntherian man. Each load was also now accompanied by bellows of agony from the brave and stalwart hero, who just gritted his teeth through the pain and kept right on going. His loads were still more than potent and powerful enough to cure each young male who received them, but it was clear that even Jake’s mighty well of virility was rapidly approaching its end. The stud’s supply of his precious semen was running out! 

Jake had already fucked nearly 100 men that day, and was laying back on the metal examination table, panting and covered in sweat as he continued to fight through the horrific agony in his swollen balls. Yet another gorgeous young man, this one a dark-haired and brown-eyed beauty of uncommonly muscular size and prodigious endowment, was straddling Jake’s muscular hips, burying the man’s colossal, nearly two-foot-long horse cock as far up his shit chute as was physiologically possible. The young Pyntherian pounded his beautiful ass up and down on more than half the length of Jake’s raw and distended penis, an extraordinary achievement that very few others could claim. But sadly for Jake, the spectacularly talented young ass wasn’t providing him with even the tiniest bit of pleasure. 

A lineup of more than a dozen other young men were anxiously waiting their turn on the stud, lined up naked against the far wall and watching the Olympic-level sexual display with a mixture of unbridled lust and desperation. The scientists had calculated that even the most virile among their remaining untreated men had only hours, or perhaps a day or two at most, before their balls were burned out forever, so Jake had been racing to save as many of this last batch of men as he could. 

Jake grunted and groaned on almost every stroke, his cobblestone abs tightening and his colossally muscular thighs quaking with the effort to not cry out in pain. He almost doubled up in agony as he plunged his cock upwards into the squatting Pyntherian. But he stoically continued to bear it all, despite the supreme torture of his overheated gonads. He could feel yet another orgasm approaching like a speeding freight train, and he braced himself for yet another eruption of agony from his balls. 

And that’s when it happened. Jake hit orgasm for the 4,531st time in one month, and his bruised and swollen bull balls contracted so hard that they seized up and began convulsing. Jake’s entire muscular body arched backward in terrible agony, effortlessly pressing the 280-pound young man above him completely off the table like he weighed nothing, and burying his cock another couple of inches up the man’s already overstuffed ass. Jake threw back his achingly handsome head and bellowed in inhuman agony, his huge and powerful hands gripping the sides of the steel table so tightly that the metal began to warp and deform in his grip. 

The violent contracting in his nuts sent a single, weak wad of spunk rocketing deep into the young Pyntherian’s insides, a paltry spurt of watery fluid that contained only traces of healthy sperm. The next contraction produced just a few dribbles of spunk, and then the third produced nothing at all. Jake’s almighty bull nuts, the wellspring of the greatest source of virility the galaxy had ever seen, were well and truly empty. 

Only Jake’s orgasm didn’t cease. In fact, if anything, it became even more violent and insistent. Jake continued to howl in agony as he thrust his muscular hips up into the air as hard and as fast as he could. The poor lad riding his cock was mercilessly plowed by Jake’s titanic cannon of a cock, but fortunately for the young man, he couldn’t hold on after the first dozen or so thrusts, and was quickly bucked off the writhing and screaming muscle man. 

Jake wailed loudly as the pain between his legs intensified even further, pain unlike anything he’d ever known erupting from his convulsing stud nuts. Again and again, his prostate and balls contracted and tried to pump semen up from his well of manhood, but unlike every time before, no lush river of sperm poured forth. He could feel the constrictions in his groin and ass that accompanied his normally bountiful orgasms, the rhythmic squeezing building to greater and greater intensity, but still not a single drop of fluid came out of his swollen and aching whale dick. His gargantuan cock continued to dry heave as he bellowed in extreme agony, his entire, exquisite, utterly massive body convulsing uncontrollably on the steel table. 

The terrified scientists could see that Jake’s balls were continuing to convulse, contracting harder and harder in an effort to pump something, anything, out of their deep, beefy depths. The pressure building inside his massive balls was tremendous, and it soon became evident that the young man was in imminent danger of ejaculating out his own shattered nut guts! 

Like all men, Jake’s balls were surrounded by several smooth layers of muscle, muscles that were responsible for raising and lowering those great beefy orbs, and which also contracted during orgasm to assist with expelling his ripe and potent sperm. Unfortunately for the handsome Space Ranger, his scrotal muscles were just as powerful as those of the rest of his colossally massive body, and had grown even stronger during the month-long, non-stop, epic workout they’d received. These same muscles were now trying to crush the dense, sperm-manufacturing meat of his testes with such ferocious, devastating force that they were threatening to burst the massive orbs and squirt their ruined remains out of his thundering, pile driving cock! 

Everyone in the room could only back away and watch in helpless horror as Jake struggled against his own phenomenal masculinity to save his screaming and dying nuts. The huge orbs were now drawn up incredibly tight against the base of Jake’s cock, looking like they were trying to burrow their way back inside his body. And in a very real sense, that’s exactly what they were trying to do. 

Tears of unbelievable agony streamed down either side of Jake’s heroically handsome face as he continued to fuck the air above him, the terrible orgasm continuing to crash through his loins with such force that it threatened to pulverize his overworked man eggs. The fearsome bucking and convulsions lasted more than ten full minutes, Jake’s huge balls on the verge of collapsing and catastrophically imploding the whole while, and it seemed at any moment those mighty nuts would fail. 

But somehow, impossibly, they endured the most brutal squeezing imaginable. 

The spasmodic contractions in Jake’s balls finally began to slow and eventually cease. The young muscle man collapsed exhausted on the table, that massive stack of muscles flopping into a virtual lake of his own sweat, splashing the warm, clear fluid in all directions. The mighty muscle stud was panting like he’d just sprinted for 100 miles, and was completely drenched in a thick sheen of sweat. 

And then, with one last, prolonged, agony-filled contraction of his nuts, Jake mercifully passed out. 

The doctors hustled the terrified young men and other bystanders from the room and then rushed to Jake’s side. As they desperately checked his vital signs and gave what assistance they could, the young man’s colossal tower of a cock, which had been rock hard almost continuously for more than a full month, finally began to wilt. Puffy and distended from much prolonged use and abuse, the massive member was now still over 18 inches long when completely limp, and hung so far over one hip that the bulbous head was drooping off the side of the table and pointing straight toward the floor. A single of drop of nearly clear fluid — perhaps Jake’s last fertile emissions as an intact male — hung from his gaping piss slit for a few moments before dropping unnoticed to the floor. 

Using the fluoroscopic magnifier, the lead scientist confirmed his worst fears. Jake was totally spent, his colossally massive balls now rendered as infertile as the majority of the Pyntherian males he was trying to save. His once beautiful balls were now so swollen and puffy and bloated and bruised that they barely even resembled a human set of balls anymore. The young stud’s burgeoning and extraordinary virility had been nipped in the bud, and the tissues themselves appeared to be burned out and useless. 

The unconscious muscle giant had just sacrificed his own mighty virility to save a dying race, and the entire community was humbled and deeply moved by his efforts. The team of doctors rushed to do what they could to save the big man, but nearly all of them were convinced that they had just witnessed the emasculation of their legendary hero…

****************

It was three days later before Jake was allowed to get up and move around again. Three days of sleep, hearty meals, and lots of rest to allow his exhausted and depleted genitals a chance to recover and heal from over a month of intense sexual activity and ejaculation overload. He was subjected to regular examinations throughout his recovery to track the progress of his returning masculinity.

And Jake’s virility had indeed returned, with a vengeance. It looked to be touch-and-go there for a while, as his massive balls had narrowly avoided implosion and annihilation from extreme overuse, but they had proved their tough mettle and survived intact. Jake’s mighty gonads still ached deeply from the super human workout they’d recently received, but he could already feel the heavy, turgid weight of a massive fresh batch of his stud spew brewing and swelling within his nuts. 

Despite the temporary loss of his virility, Jake’s titanically muscular body had benefited tremendously from all the non-stop sex, likely resulting from the even greater levels of testosterone pumping through his powerful veins. His muscles had swollen larger than ever before, if that was even possible, and his physique had become even more exquisitely sculpted and defined. Even Jake was as stunned as the doctors when he stepped on a scale to find that he now weighed 525 pounds of massive, chiseled, rock hard muscle! That represented a 40-pound weight gain in about as many days!! That was an extraordinary rate of weight gain for any man, and particularly for one who was already pushing the outer boundaries of what the human frame could hold. Jake had always suspected that sex was the best exercise, and now he had proof. The fact that he’d almost fatally over-exercised his mighty bull nuts in the process didn’t seem to phase him one bit. 

So even though there was a lingering and throbbing ache in his meaty and impossibly massive balls, Jake was once again ready and randy to mate. 

Unfortunately, during the time he had been temporarily out of commission, the last remaining untreated Pyntherian males had crossed the point of no return. The several score of young men who had been waiting that fateful day for Jake’s sperm insemination could not be treated, and so their young nuts had burnt out, rendered permanently sterile by the insidious virus. The young and handsome dark-haired lad who had been riding the Space Ranger’s mammoth cock at the time of his near-catastrophic testicular crisis had been the final man that Jake had been able to rescue from permanent sterility. The evil pathogen had finished its job of ravaging the males of Pyntheria, and every last Pyntherian male who had not been treated with Jake’s ultra potent sperm was now effectively a eunuch. 

Jake was devastated to learn that time had run out to save even more of these gorgeous males from such nullification, and he felt guilty for not somehow doing more to save these young men from ruin. The Mayor and the entire medical team quickly and overwhelmingly reassured him, however, that his efforts had been more than heroic, they had been positively super human, and all of Pyntheria felt deeply and eternally grateful for all the selfless assistance Jake had provided. Most of the Pyntherians, in fact, were incredulous at Jake’s reaction, and reminded him that the mighty Ranger had very nearly sacrificed his own behemoth balls in his brave and tireless efforts to save every man he could. 

Thanks to Jake’s heroic efforts, a total of 4,531 young Pyntherian men, including Prince Conrad himself, had been saved from losing their precious balls. That was nearly 1 of every 1,000 of the 5 MILLION men that resided on Pyntheria, a Herculean achievement that no other man in the galaxy could have hoped to accomplish. The hopes for the future of Pyntheria now rested on this tiny percentage of virile males, less than 0.1% of the total men on the planet, who would need to work overtime to ensure the creation of the next generation of Pyntherians. It would take almost equally heroic efforts on the part of these Pyntherians to guarantee that future, but the randy and virile young men were more than up to the task. 

None of this would have been possible had Jake not worked so tirelessly to assist the Pyntherians. Nevertheless, Jake beat himself up, wondering if he could have done more. 

Jake had to push such despondent thoughts aside, however, for he knew that saving the men of Pyntheria was only the first step. Now, he and the Pyntherian Council faced an even greater challenge — how to stop Emperor Khrang before he succeeded in his diabolical plans to conquer the galaxy!