Sunday, September 29, 2019

Pyntherian Saga - Part Ten

Greetings readers! As promised, here is the much-anticipated tenth chapter in the Pyntherian Saga.

WARNING -- This chapter contains what I think is likely the most graphic and gory description of a man's emasculation that I've ever written before, so if you are squeamish and/or do not want to read the account of how mighty Brock Spanner loses his gargantuan manhood, then please skip this chapter.

I will start work on the next chapter soon, but would love to hear from all of you. The next chapter or two will focus on Jake Spanner, and Emperor Khrang's efforts to augment the size and virility of the young man's already heroically oversized manhood, all in an effort to drain the huge stud of every sperm cell that he can for use in breeding his super slave army. If you have any methods or suggestions, then please provide them in the comments section below -- I'm eager to hear what you all want to have done to this spectacular muscle man's mammoth sex organs!

Now, without further ado, chapter ten in the Pyntherian Saga...

Pyntherian Saga — Part Ten
Based on an original story by Robert Moon


“I have no need of TWO Space Rangers,” Emperor Khrang said in his cruel and condescending voice. “I only need ONE of you to father a master race of super soldiers. And Jake, since you have proven to have the superior genetics, that makes your father expendable. To show you that I’m not a COMPLETELY heartless man, however, I’ll give you a few moments to say your good-byes to each other.” 

So saying, Khrang’s image disappears from the huge screen overhead. A moment later, the various doors to the vast chamber cycle open, and dozens and dozens of the Emperor’s black-clad soldiers start filing wordlessly into the room. These men are all uniformly tall and powerfully built, with a few even approaching Jake’s own fantastically muscular size. And now that Jake looked more closely, he couldn’t help but notice the unmistakable stamp of the Spanner genes. Each and every soldier was extraordinarily handsome, and though their mothers ranged from worlds all over the galaxy, giving each man his own unique appearance, Jake could see hints of his father - hints of himself - in all of them. The young Space Ranger couldn’t believe that he hadn’t recognized the resemblance sooner, but he had for so long been convinced that his father was five years dead that he couldn’t conceive that these huge men were his own half brothers! 

“I’m sorry, son,” Brock’s deep, ragged voice pulled Jake out of his brief reverie. “I’m so sorry that you’ve been dragged into this. I’ve tried to fight Khrang these long five years, but he’s been too wily, too cunning. I’ve never had a chance to break free, let alone try to stop him.” 

“Dad, don’t apologize,” Jake said, his own deep voice thick and husky with emotion. “There’s nothing you could have done.” 

“I’ve missed you, Jake,” his father replied, tears in his deep blue eyes. “I’ve thought about you every day, wondering what you were doing, what kind of man you’d become. Thoughts of you were the one thing that I’ve been able to cling to, the one thing Khrang couldn’t take away from me, and that’s kept me sane, even through the worst tortures.” 

“I’ve missed you, too, Dad!” Jake said. “I followed in your footsteps at the Academy, trying to become the man I knew you’d want me to be. I even graduated at the top of my class. But none of my accomplishments could fill the hole left when I thought you had died. I love you, Dad!” 

“I love you, too, son! And I couldn’t be more proud of you. It makes me so happy to know that you are a Space Ranger, and an even better one than your old man! I’m just so glad that I got to see you before the end.” 

The room was now filled nearly to capacity with Khrang’s soldiers, with perhaps as many as 5,000 of the big men filling the room and all facing the dais. The screen overhead illuminated once again, and Khrang addressed the crowd. 

“A very touching speech, Brock. And yes, you should indeed be proud of your handsome young son, because he is going to father a new master race of super humans that I will use to conquer the galaxy!” 

“I must thank you, Brock, for all that you’ve done to help me further my plans and helped in the development of my breeding programs,” Khrang continued. “But now it appears that our time together must come to an end. Of course, I can’t very well leave you alive to try to challenge and thwart me in the future, so I’m afraid that this is the end of the road for you, Brock Spanner. Farewell!” 

The screen went dark again as new hatches opened in the metal deck, and dozens of instruments and articulated robotic arms rose out of the floor. Blades and saws and drills and other implements of torture and death were attached to these vicious-looking devices, and Jake began to struggle wildly against his restraints, desperate to break free and save his father. Brock, in contrast, seemed stoically, almost serenely, resigned to his fate. In a gentle voice, he said, “Never forget that I love you, son. Fight Khrang if you can. Don’t let him complete his plans. The fate of humanity is in your hands now. Try to succeed where I have failed. Goodbye, my son.” 

“NO, Dad! NO!! I won’t let them hurt you!! Khrang, stop this!!! NO!! Dad, I love you!!! NOOOO!!!” 

But Jake could do nothing as the various blades and saws spun into action, and he could only watch helplessly, tears streaming down his staggeringly gorgeous features, as the wicked implements of destruction began to go to work on his equally handsome father. 

A flat metal pedestal had risen from the floor and now cradled the two heavy, massive lumps of Brock’s oversized and poorly-used bollocks. Even as blocky and battered and misshapen as Brock’s two balls were, they were still spectacularly beautiful vessels of manhood, visibly pulsing with power and virility. And they were about to be destroyed. 

A sharp blade made a quick slice along the underside of Brock’s bloated ballsac, parting the thick scrotal skin like butter and allowing the two gargantuan orbs to spill free onto the table. Brock hissed at the sharp pain as his sac was cut open, but he otherwise remained stoically silent as both of his massive, glistening balls tumbled into view. The grayish-white orbs looked even more massive once freed from their protective sac, and Jake could see the evidence of many past abuses all over their thick outer walls, scar tissue from the countless times that these outer walls had been cut, punctured, cracked or otherwise penetrated. More tears streaked down his handsome young face as he thought of all of the wicked and cruel torments his father must have suffered to earn these terrible scars. 

With the scrotum cut open and retracted, and Brock’s massive bollocks on full display, the slow and methodical castration of the handsome Space Ranger began. As needles and knives and laser cutters began their horrible attack on the wellspring of Brock’s manhood, the huge muscle man could hold back the pain no longer, and he began to bellow and cry in unimaginable agony. The thick and fibrous outer shells of his twin balls were punctured and sliced open in more than a dozen places, exposing the tightly packed mass of tiny, spaghetti-like filaments within — the actual sperm-producing meat of his fantastic bollocks. Other implements then plunged into the dense, beefy depths of Brock’s exposed ball meat and started wrecking his balls from within. Raw sperm began to ooze from the various cuts and openings in the outer shells of Brock’s balls as the tissues within were slowly sliced, diced, and destroyed. 

Brock’s emasculation was not a quick process. Khrang was infamous for extending the torment of his victims for as long as possible, and with such a vast expanse of ball meat at his disposal, the unspeakably vile dictator and mad man took his time in destroying the huge Space Ranger’s epic manhood. 

One particularly brutal knife cut sliced through the underside of Brock’s mammoth left bollock, not only cutting a 6-inch-long gash through the thick outer wall, but also slashing a good three inches into the dense meat of the interior. Untold thousands of filaments were severed in the process, and a substantial volume of slick and wet ball guts poured out onto the cold metal tabletop. Four slender arms ending in dull pincers were then thrust into the large opening, where the pincers grabbed onto thick slugs and strands of ball meat, and then ripped them partway out of the gaping hole. Meaty strings and ribbons of ball matter were yanked nearly a foot out of the ball’s interior in this manner, the still-living tissue hideously exposed to the open air. 

Incredibly, the steady evisceration of his mighty bollocks sent Brock into a spontaneous orgasm, unassisted by any stimulation of his rampant, 32-inch cock or his swollen and battered prostate. A new collection cylinder had replaced the first, and Brock’s magnificent cum load was quickly siphoned into the waiting container. Pulse after pulse after lush pulse of Brock’s steadily dwindling virility shot out of his quivering bull cock, a last and final desperate attempt to fertilize something, ANYthing, before his mighty boulder balls were reduced to rubble. Especially considering the damage already being wrought onto the very source of Brock’s mighty virility, the monstrous cum load was a fitting swan song to the most virile set of balls in human history. Brock’s load filled the 40-gallon canister to nearly the halfway mark, and that was without the benefit of the nutrient infusions directly into his bollocks! Brock’s balls might be in the process of being destroyed, but his manhood was definitely going out with a bang. 

Thirty minutes into his emasculation, and nearly as much ball meat was sitting outside his lacerated ball walls as was still remaining within, with big lumps and masses of beefy ball tissue resting in large messy heaps all over the table, and long strands and filaments trailing over the sides of the pedestal itself. Yet despite even THIS horrific damage, most of Brock’s ball meat was grotesquely still alive and attached to his body, creating a screaming agony that even the long-suffering Space Ranger had never suffered before. 

Even at this late stage, the evil Emperor Khrang could have stopped and salvaged a large portion of Brock’s manhood, repairing the worst of the damage and leaving the epic muscle stud with the majority of his virility still intact. The scientist was one of the most brilliant doctors of his age, and had advanced technology that was leaps and bounds beyond almost anything else in the Known Worlds. He was capable of repairing even this wreckage and restoring vitality to Brock’s dying balls. 

But Khrang had never been known as a merciful man. 

It took more than an hour before Brock’s once bountiful bollocks were well and truly wrecked. In the process, he came two more times, very nearly filling the 40-gallon canister with his final loads as an intact male. But now, that legendary virility was no more, for his twin titanic testes had been reduced to shapeless lumps of man meat, a hideous mess of shattered beef and slimy nut guts spread across the pedestal top and dripping in thick meaty chunks down the sides. Jake sobbed bitterly at the sight, while Brock’s head hung in defeat and shame, the exhausted muscle man barely conscious after the horrific assault on his once proud bollocks. 

Miraculously, however, there was still a spark of life left in that steaming pile of broken nut guts. Portions of meat were still alive, still attached to Brock’s body, and still valiantly trying to supply the hulking hero with even more sperm! 

Khrang believed in the utter and complete defeat of his enemies, so this situation could not be allowed to stand. 

The huge vacuum tube still attached to Brock’s ever-hard monster cock was gently moved a bit to the right, pulling the man’s massive schlong out of the way as a colossal column of steel began to slowly descend from the ceiling far above. The column was a telescoping pillar of solid metal, with a base nearly 20 feet across where it entered out of the ceiling, and tapering in a stepped pyramid fashion down to the business end, which was approximately 3 feet across, the same dimension as the top of the metal pedestal upon which the shredded remains of Brock’s magnificent manhood now sat. 

The gigantic pile driver was overkill on an epic scale. The pillar of metal was so enormous, so heavy, that Brock’s whole and intact bollocks couldn’t have hoped to endure a single blow from the device. In their current state, the broken and exposed ball meat could have easily been destroyed by a child with a toy hammer — the gargantuan pile driver was clearly unnecessary. But Khrang clearly wanted to send a message to both Jake and his father, and anyone else who could possibly be watching — Khrang would utterly, violently, and painfully destroy any who came in his path. 

The pile driver hovered 5 or 6 feet above the wreckage of Brock’s behemoth balls for many long moments. It was the last chance for Khrang to change his mind, so salvage some small portion of Brock’s fabled manhood and virility. The last moment before the handsome stud’s utter destruction. 

Brock slowly lifted his heavy head and made eye contact with his sobbing son, both of them exchanging wordless thoughts of despair and helplessness. A few moments later, Brock began to gently buck his muscular hips, seemingly against his will, as his rock hard bull cock began to throb and vibrate anew. Could it really be possible?! Could Brock be about to climax one last time before his ball guts were reduced to paste?!?! 

Sure enough, Brock began to loudly moan in a mixture of pleasure and agony, and his massive elephant cock began to pulse one more. Nothing came out of his cock on this first few pulses, but then a thick, grayish-white jet of effluvium shot out of his cock, followed by another, and yet another! It was a paltry volume compared to his previous orgasms, but nevertheless, Brock was proving that he was still a virile male, as his shattered and churned up nut guts somehow managed to feed a fresh batch of his supremely potent male juices out of his gigantic cock. 

It wasn’t until the fourth pulse that the gigantic column of steel suddenly fell the remaining 5 feet with a terrible and resounding 


The force of the impact was cataclysmic, sending bits of pulverized nut guts flying in every direction. Every last shred and lump of man meat on top of the pedestal way instantly and utterly smashed to a gooey, worthless pulp. The destruction was so powerful and so complete that wet slugs of testicular tissue even splattered Jake’s lower body, nearly 50 feet away! The handsome young muscle man began to retch as he felt the thick, hot chunks of his father’s annihilated manhood wetly strike his thighs and crotch. Macabre bits of ball flesh slowly oozed over the surface of Jake’s own hale and virile ballsac, the lush virility of his own massive bollocks standing in stark contrast to the ruined remains of his father’s shattered manhood. 

Brock had uttered a thundering bellow of agony as the pile driver crashed down, hollering almost as loud as the deafening sound of the column striking the pedestal, but then he had slumped in his restraints. A sobbing and retching Jake didn’t know if his father was dead or merely unconscious, and he wasn’t sure which he would rather have as the truth. 

After nearly a full minute, the colossal pile driver began to retract up into the ceiling. As the business end lifted off the platform, dozens of pulped and gooey strands — the obliterated remains of Brock’s magnificent testicles — stretched between the rising metal pillar and the pedestal below, a thick and viscous putty of procreative material. Moments later, the pedestal began to retract into the floor, taking with it the huge mass of gore that was once the largest set of man nuts in the entire universe. 

One of the articulated arms silently crept forward and grasped the base of Brock’s shredded and empty scrotum, cinching it tight and tugging it downward. Another knife-wielding arm shot forth and severed the empty nut bag right at the base, removing the last vestiges of the bulging ball bag from Brock’s bleeding crotch. The huge muscle man didn’t even flinch as that final indignity was inflicted on his scrotum. 

“I have wanted to do that for YEARS!” gloated Emperor Khrang from the video screen overhead. “Brock Spanner’s magnificent bull balls are finally no more! And what a spectacular mess they made!!” 

“But your destruction is not yet complete, Brock. You still possess a towering symbol of your strength and manhood — that enormous spike of man flesh protruding hard and proud from your bleeding loins. I’m afraid that must be removed as well.” Khrang’s voice was dripping with false concern and sympathy, taunting the huge, muscular eunuch and his equally handsome son. 

“You know, I’ve always wanted to see just how big I could get your cock to grow. I guess now is the time to finally find out!” 

Fresh horror filled Jake’s guts with a cold, hard grip as he saw the various readouts and controls on the huge vacuum pump start to change, indicating an increase in the vacuum pressure inside the clear chamber. Jake’s nearly numb mind also noticed that several slender tubules and filaments were dangling several inches outside the gaping slit in the tip of Brock’s mammoth cock head. Apparently, the force of that final hammer blow had been so great that some of his father’s nut guts had actually been forced out through his titanic cock, spewing out his own ball matter! If Jake could have been any more shocked or disgusted, this fresh horror would have had more of an effect on him, but as it was, he was virtually immune to new terrors at this point. 

Jake instead watched his father’s colossal phallus start to swell and plump larger still as the vacuum chamber caused the huge tube of meat to inexorably expand. A digital readout at the base of the vacuum pump displayed the various dimensions of Brock’s monumental penis, starting with the member’s already colossal length. As Jake watched, that number started to grow as his father’s slowly expanding bull cock was forced to occupy more and more of the space within the vacuum chamber. The mighty phallus grew to 32.5 inches, then 33 inches, and then 33.5 inches. Even more stretch marks appeared up and down the length of that magnificent cock, and the thick and tortuous veins grew larger still, looking like they might burst out of the skin at any moment. In fact, the entire monstrous penis looked like it could split wide open, the smooth dick skin stretched tight as a drum, the bulbous cock head so massive and engorged with blood that it had turned a dangerously dark shade of purple. 

Khrang had said that 33.5 inches was the maximum length he had achieved with Brock’s humongous cock, but now that the mad Emperor no longer cared for the continued health and safety of his former stud slave, he let the vacuum keep on pumping and pulling at Brock’s scarred and tortured mule dick. 

At 34 inches, tiny tears began to appear in the skin on the bloated and over-swollen cock shaft, allowing trickles of blood to ooze forth. Even more stretch marks appeared, and it was clear that Khrang was now redlining Brock’s mega cock. 

At 34.5 inches, those tiny tears multiplied and grew bigger, and small rivulets of blood began to spatter and pool along the bottom of the vacuum cylinder. The nearly unconscious muscle man began to softly moan and groan once more in fresh pain, as he felt his proud bull cock being slowly ripped apart. 

At 35 inches, the thick beefy meat beneath the skin started to tear and split, and the shiny skin of his monstrous glans was stretched so tight that it, too, looked like it would split apart. 

At 35.5 inches, the overstretched skin of Brock’s cock shaft was torn and rent in so many places that Jake could make out the three individual columns of his father’s proud cock, the three blood-engorged chambers of the corpora cavernosa themselves. And even those chambers looked ready to burst! 

At an almost unbelievably massive 36 inches, three entire feet of grossly distended and oversized cock, small tears began to appear along the bloated sides of the corpora cavernosa, and thin but powerful jets of arterial blood began to spurt out of nearly a dozen holes in those dangerously overfilled chambers. The entire, bullish cock began to shudder and quiver, teetering on the very edge of exploding, and Jake knew with a certainty that his father’s magnificent phallus couldn’t possibly sustain such crotch-ripping pressures for much longer. 

36.5 inches. 



Unable to bear the terrible pressures a moment longer, Brock’s hideously overinflated cock failed in spectacular fashion, exploding within the huge glass cylinder. Chunks of shattered cock meat painted every square inch of the walls of the vacuum tube, and had Jake any food at all in his stomach at that moment, he would have retched all over the floor. As it was, his entire, massive body was wracked by dry heaves as he witnessed the horrific and very final destruction of Brock’s mighty tower of manhood. 

With quick efficiency, the vacuum tube was sealed off, and the gore-filled device began to sink once more into the floor. The profuse and unchecked bleeding from Brock’s bare and naked groin was quickly staunched by automated medical robots, which sealed and cauterized the massive, gaping wound where the big muscle man’s staggeringly huge manhood had once been. Khrang needn’t have bothered however, for mighty Brock Spanner already looked dead. The huge muscle bull hung slack and limp in his chains, and a sobbing Jake couldn’t see the slightest hint of chest rise. Grief mixed with a hard, icy fury filled the young man’s heart, and as he watched the platform containing his father’s emasculated remains slowly retract into the floor, he vowed that he would have vengeance against Khrang for the cruel mutilation and murder of his father. 

A gloating Emperor Khrang addressed Jake once more, saying, “Rest well tonight, my young champion, for YOUR training starts tomorrow…”

Thursday, September 26, 2019

Update on the Pyntherian Saga -- more chapters will be forthcoming...

Hello everyone!

For the moment, I've posted all of the chapters that have been completed for the Pyntherian Saga, and I am brainstorming the next few chapters. I greatly appreciate the feedback and input I've gotten from you all so far, and I hope that you'll continue to send me your suggestions and ideas for what should happen next to big Jake Spanner.

For those of you who are fully caught up on the story, you know that Jake's mighty father, Brock, is now facing torture at the hands of the mad Emperor Khrang. I'm sorry to say that Brock is not going to survive the next chapter intact -- it was always my intent for Jake's father to be emasculated before the son's very eyes, to further drive home the cruelty and evil that is Emperor Khrang, and I know that's going to disappoint some of you.

As you guys know by now, most of the bull hung muscle studs in my stories end up surviving intact to fight and fuck another day, but every once in a while, I've got to raise the stakes a bit higher for the sake of the story. This is one of those times...

I haven't begun writing the next chapter yet, let alone the ones that will follow, so I apologize for any delays in posting to this blog. And to that, I have a question for you all: 

   1) Should I wait to post anything on this blog until the next chapter(s) in the Pyntherian Saga are complete and ready to post?


   2) Should I start posting other stories on a weekly basis (I have several in reserve that are all finished) while I continue working on the Pyntherian Saga?

Thanks as always for your comments and for visiting my blog!

Saturday, September 21, 2019

Pyntherian Saga - Part Nine

Pyntherian Saga — Part Nine
Based on an original story by Robert Moon


Jake Spanner couldn’t believe his deep blue eyes! There, shackled before him and not more than 50 feet away, was his own legendary father, one of the greatest Space Ranger heroes of all time! Brock Spanner had been believed to be dead, killed in action during the first defeat of the evil Emperor Khrang, incinerated when the vile dictator vaporized his own palace in order to cover his retreat. But here the man was, alive and in the wicked clutches of the cruel Emperor! The young man’s heart leapt at the sight of being reunited with his long lost father. 

The older man was obviously tired and drained, for he lifted his handsome head with visible effort. But when his own deep blue eyes locked with the nearly identical eyes of his son, recognition and hope caused those dull, tired orbs to flare with new life. 

Big Brock Spanner had obviously suffered greatly under Emperor Khrang’s ungentle ministrations. The big man may have been nearly 50 years old in chronological age, but had a biological age of well under 30 due to his supremely superior genetics. Big Brock was therefore still an extraordinary paragon of masculinity, second in the entire galaxy perhaps only to his even more extraordinary son. His musculature was positively unreal, gargantuan muscles bulging enormously all over an equally gargantuan frame. His rugged and chiseled face, with the legendary Spanner rock-solid jawline, deep set blue eyes, and breathtakingly handsome features, could have passed for a man decades younger, making him look more like Jake’s slightly older brother than his father. But the past 5 years had clearly not been kind to the big brute of a man. Jagged scars marred that handsome face and fantastic physique, long-healed evidence of obvious mistreatment at the hands of his wicked captor. And the handsome man’s overall appearance was drained, almost haggard, like he hadn’t been allowed to sleep in over a month. 

Far more profoundly disturbing, however, were the changes that had been wrought on Brock’s titanic genitals. Growing up, Jake had never seen his father naked, though he knew that his mighty sire shared the young man’s spectacular genetic gifts between his equally muscular thunder thighs. But the humongous, limp member hanging forlornly between Brock’s battle scarred legs barely resembled a human penis anymore. The massive, flaccid organ looked puffy, distended, and bruised, clear evidence of the extreme overuse it had suffered over the past 5 years. And even more so than the rest of Brock’s battered body, his mighty horse cock was covered in scars and cuts and burns along its entire length. 

And what a length! Jake had thought his gargantuan, 16-inch limp mule dick to be the largest phallus in the universe, but his dad now had him beat hands down! Brock’s massive, mangled horse cock had to be at LEAST 20 inches long in its completely flaccid state, maybe even 22 inches!! And its goliath thickness dwarfed even that of Jake’s spectacularly girthy rod. 

Despite the wounded, bloated appearance of Brock’s mauled and battered bull cock, it still created a magnificent sight, an utterly spectacular and beautiful masculinity that knew no equal. 

Jake’s wide eyes drank in all of these details before finally traveling down the length of a thick, heavily scarred scrotum to the double mass of man meat dangling enormously at the bottom of that huge pouch. Jake wasn’t even sure whether he should call the two lumps hanging there ‘balls’ at first, for they were so grotesquely bloated and misshapen as to bear little resemblance to the oblong, spherical shapes of a healthy set of human bollocks. The two lumpy, blocky, swollen masses of testicular flesh were positively colossal in size, easily dwarfing Jake’s own record-breaking, blue ribbon bull balls, but at the same time looked completely mangled and wrecked. In fact, Jake guessed that his father’s mighty bollocks had indeed been cracked and even broken numerous times in the past 5 years, only to be painstakingly reassembled and repaired. Taken to the very brink of permanent annihilation and destruction countless times, and then brought back from the brink through a combination of toughness, luck, and Brock’s own innate resilience. 

Tears began streaming down Jake’s stunningly handsome face as he witnessed the results of the cruelties and depravities that had been heaped upon his missing father, and Brock’s blue eyes also welled with tears with bittersweet emotions from finally seeing his beloved son once more. 

“Ah, such a touching reunion!” Emperor Khrang taunted with a cruel smile twisting his thin lips. “I’m glad that this father-son duo is finally back together again after all of these years. The two mightiest Space Rangers in the storied history of the corps, and both in my tender clutches! It’s almost too good to be true!” 

“As you can see, Jake, your father has been significantly ‘enhanced’ since you last saw him. It was trial and error there for a long time as I experimented with various methods to increase the productivity of his mighty man nuts, and a few of those experiments nearly ended with the loss of those big beauties, but I finally hit upon an ingenious combination of growth hormones, enhancement serums, and good old-fashion vacuum pumping to get Brock’s already gigantic genitals to swell to even more prodigious size. Why, his LIMP elephant cock is very nearly as long and thick as your magnificent 24-inch mega boner, Jake! Impressive, no? You should see Brock’s giga cock when it’s fully hard. I’ve gotten that massive phallus to bloat as big as 33.5 inches in the past!! But you’re naturally even bigger than your father was when I first captured him, so I’m sure I’ll be able to get YOUR beautiful bull cock to swell even BIGGER!!!”

Jake shuddered involuntarily at the thought of having his own huge junk enlarged to such monstrous and grotesque dimensions. As it was, he was nearly too big to fuck any human orifice, and if Khrang could indeed get his mammoth horse cock to swell even bigger than its already spectacular size, then he’d likely be forced to remain celibate for the rest of his life! 

“I think a little demonstration is in order, Jake!” Emperor Khrang continued. “Let me show you how my ‘augmentation’ system works. Your dear old dad has been subjected to this enhancement process for nearly 5 years now, and not only has his huge mule cock nearly doubled in size, but the man’s phenomenal virility has been increased by many orders of magnitude. Since this very same system will be used on your own mighty physique shortly, I thought you might like to see how it works first!” 

Khrang pressed more buttons on his hidden control panel, and new devices were extruded out of the floor surrounding the bound and defenseless Brock, while his son Jake looked on in mute and helpless horror. A huge and heavy steel collar rose up out of the floor and snapped shut around the base of Brock’s behemoth bollocks, pulling sharply down on the huge man lumps until they were stretched to an extraordinary 14 or 15 inches from his muscular crotch, causing the unnaturally thick and tough ball cords to bulge enormously through the thin and overstretched skin of the man’s much-abused scrotum. 

At the same time, an enormous clear cylinder rose up out of the floor, its open end aiming for Brock’s massive, limp cock. The cylinder was made of a transparent and specially hardened nano-ceramic, and was far, far larger than seemed necessary to engulf even Brock’s oversized member, for it measured at least 5 feet long and had an interior diameter of a good 12 inches. Nevertheless, the cylinder did indeed consume the full length of the older man’s huge cock with plenty of room to spare, the clear rubber padding around the mouth of the cylinder forming a perfect seal against the hard, muscular surface of Brock’s mighty groin. 

An enormous anal probe, far thicker than the one that had recently been used on Jake, also rose up out of the floor and began to plow into Brock’s mighty, muscular backside. The young man’s father had obviously been fucked by such monstrous objects many times in the past, for the big man barely flinched in pain as the probe relentlessly plunged up his shit chute, invading a foot or more up the stud’s massively muscular ass. 

As Jake watched in sick fascination, the gigantic cock cylinder levered upward until it was only about 30 degrees from upright, the flaccid organ within bending and almost coiling at the bottom of the device. Jake then heard a faint hiss of air as the cylinder began to suck the air out of the clear tube, forcing the huge penis within to start to bloat and expand. 

Big Brock began to moan and groan in a mixture of pleasure and pain as the combination of the brutal stretching of his balls, the vibration and hammering of his prostate, and the vacuum suction on his huge cock caused his massive phallus to start to bloat and harden within the clear cylinder. Jake almost could not believe his eyes as he watched his dad’s cock bloat and swell far beyond any conceivable human dimensions, leaving even his gold medal two-footer in the dust. As Brock’s cock bloated and swelled into grotesque tumescence, previously hidden stretch marks began to grow and expand all along the colossal cock shaft, evidence of many previous sessions within the cruel vacuum tube. In a matter of minutes, Brock’s goliath cock had added nearly a foot to its already super human length, and an equally monstrous increase in its colossal girth. Fresh tears welled in Jake’s eyes as he watched his father’s behemoth bull cock, the very penis that was responsible for Jake’s own existence, being cruelly used and distorted for Emperor’s Khrang’s twisted pleasure. 

“Your father’s beast cock now measure’s an extraordinary 32 beef-bloated inches!! Extraordinary, no? Like I said, I’ve gotten his huge monster cock to swell even bigger than that in the past, but at 33.5 inches, the titanically tumescent cock was very near the bursting point, so we’ll just keep it at ‘ONLY’ 32 inches for now…” 

Khrang chuckled once again at his own attempts at humor, then continued explaining the device to young Jake. 

“Now, like you, big Brock would quickly deplete his body if I didn’t constantly replace his fluids. IV lines are already running in your father’s muscle-corded forearms, but even those numerous lines wouldn’t be enough to replenish Brock’s fluids as fast as his huge bull nuts are now able to produce his top quality spunk. I’ve therefore found that additional IV lines are required.” 

Another press of a button, and more than a dozen additional robotic arms rose up out of the metal floor, each tipped with a large, wicked-looking needle that had to be 3 or 4 inches long. Each of these mechanical arms tilted backward, looking like they were loaded on springs, and then with a speed and suddenness that made Jake jump, all of the robotic arms struck like snakes, plunging their needles to the hilt into the incredibly dense beef of Brock’s trapped and bulging bull nuts. 

The big man roared in pain as his gigantic nuts were harpooned from every angle, each nut impaled by 8 or 9 thick, steel needles. Jake cried out in sympathy for his dad, unable to help the older man as his huge nuts, the seat of his magnificent manhood, were cruelly speared like massive, meaty pincushions. The younger man was panting in horror at what he saw happening to his father, and his terror ratcheted up several more notches as he saw various colored fluids began to pump through the thick plastic tubing connected to each needle, forcing these fluids into the very heart of Brock’s massive nuts. 

“The fluids you see pumping into your father’s huge balls are genius concoctions of my own devising. The fluids contain a mixture of saline, electrolytes, and protein-enriched nutrients that his balls will now use as raw materials for producing even more of his thick and chunky sperm. The fluids also contain a testicular accelerant that greatly quickens the maturation of process of Brock’s sperm cells, reducing their manufacture time from hours to a matter of minutes. Just sit back and watch the results…” 

Khrang’s face then disappeared from the overhead video screen, allowing Jake to focus all of his attention on his groaning and moaning father. Even as Jake watched, Brock Spanner’s melon-sized testicles began to visibly swell even larger still, bloating with a combination of IV fluids and chunky stud cum, which was now being produced at such a phenomenal rate that it eclipsed even Jake’s super human seminal output. Brock’s mighty mammoth of a cock began to powerfully twitch and throb within the clear vacuum tube. Finger-thick veins coursing up and down the colossal cock shaft swelled even larger still as the older man was aroused to greater and greater heights, the combination of the anal invader plundering his ass, the ferocious vacuum suction of his monster cock, and the terrible stretching of his overburdened whale balls bringing him closer and closer to release. 

Another hatch opened in the floor, and a large clear cylinder began to rise from beneath the deck. The crystal tube was approximately 5 feet tall and more than a foot in diameter, and dark plastic tubing ran from the base of the cylinder to the enormous suction machine attached to Brock’s grotesquely tumescent bull cock. Even without seeing the device before, Jake instantly knew that this storage cylinder would shortly be capturing the massive load steadily building in his father’s huge and heaving nuts. 

Thick, clear, gelatinous precum began to burp and ooze from the gaping piss slit of Brock’s hyper swollen bull cock, proof of just how close the big man was to cumming. But the huge Space Ranger was clearly trying to hold back the floodgates of his impending orgasm by sheer will alone, embarrassed and ashamed at being forced to cum in front of his long lost son. Jake could see the strain on his father’s chiseled and heroically handsome features, as the big man clenched his powerful jaw and held back as long as he could. But just like his hunky son, Brock’s ferociously potent virility could not be denied, and soon it was time. 

Even Jake, who was long accustomed to the gargantuan cum loads his own mega balls produced on a regular basis, was unprepared for the sheer size and violent force of Brock’s orgasm. The big man tossed back his handsome head and uttered a deafening bellow that was equal parts ecstasy, agony, and despair, and his Herculean cock began firing off the largest slugs of stud sperm that Jake had ever seen. The great tube running up the underside of Brock’s monster cock was easily an inch in diameter, and the great gouts and sprays of spunk jettisoning from the gaping opening at the end of that huge dong were just as thick. The bottom of the clear storage canister began to quickly fill with fresh bull sperm as slug after slug after massive slug of spunk was pumped out of Brock’s powerfully throbbing tool. 

Jake was witnessing a rape of unutterably epic proportions, and could only watch in open mouthed wonder as Brock’s mighty balls manufactured fresh spunk just as fast as the fluids and nutrients could be fed into the deep heart of each titanic testicle. Minute after minute ticked by, and gallon after gallon after gallon of precious white gold was plundered from Brock’s straining and heaving balls, steadily filling up the massive cylinder with the thickest, gloopiest cum Jake had ever seen. 

After nearly 15 minutes of continuous, non-stop orgasm, big Brock’s titanic deluge of cum finally began to slowly ebb, but not before the 40-gallon canister was filled nearly to the very top with the fruits of his beyond-prodigious loins. Even the hyper virile Jake couldn’t believe that so much thick nut slop had been produced in just one monumental orgasm, as it was nearly ten times the size of Jake’s largest ever load. 

With his epic orgasm finally over, Brock’s handsome head slumped forward in exhaustion and shame, and his heaving panting could be heard echoing throughout the entire vast chamber. Jake could only stare at his father in wonder for several long moments, but his reverie was soon broken as Emperor Khrang once again appeared on the huge screen above the two men. 

“As you can see, Jake, your father’s augmented sperm production vastly exceeds even your stratospheric abilities. But don’t worry — once I have finished augmenting YOUR abilities, you’ll soon be able to eclipse even your father’s legendary fecundity!” 

“Now, you may be wondering, exactly what do I DO with all of this sperm that I’ve harvested from your father. As I’m sure you’ve already guessed, I’ve been using Brock’s mighty sperm to create the army of super soldiers that you’ve seen all over this ship. Yes, these massive muscle warriors are your own brothers, Jake! Hard not to see the family resemblance, right? Great height, enormous muscles, handsome square-jawed features. Even their mighty genitalia, though none are quite as prodigious as yours, Jake.” 

“Yes, I’ve been using your father for the past 5 years in my quest to create the perfect soldier, one who is unstoppably strong and unshakably loyal. And your father has been the perfect source of the genetics I required for my super soldiers, as each and every male child he produces has been without exception a powerful, muscular giant, a paragon of manhood. I have breeding creches on all of my imperial spacecraft, including the one you’re currently standing in, each containing women that I have gathered from all over the galaxy, selected and chosen for their own beauty and superior genetics. The seed I harvest from your father is transported to each of these ships, where it is carefully portioned out and used to inseminate the tens of thousands of women in my breeding pens.” 

“But how do I make these men my loyal slaves, you ask? Well, that’s where my true genius comes into play. Once a male child is born, it is placed inside a special growth chamber, and special growth hormones, chemicals, and reagents fed directly into their bloodstream. This serum vastly accelerates the maturation process, causing these infants to grow at a truly fantastic rate and reaching adulthood in approximately one year. As they are growing, their minds are bombarded by indoctrination programming, eliminating any sense of will and individuality and making the resulting soldier completely and utterly loyal to me. I have already produced over 100,000 of these elite super soldiers, and there are more on the way!” 

“There has been only one flaw in my breeding program — the accelerated maturation process renders each of the male soldiers sterile. They cannot produce offspring of their own. I’ve therefore been forced to keep Brock on as my prime stud bull and sole source of seed. That is also why I had to find a way to augment Brock’s already prodigious virility in order to obtain the volume of sperm I needed in order to create my unstoppable army. But I’ve still been left with the problem of how to maintain the production of my super soldiers considering that they cannot father offspring of my own. I’ve been unable to find a solution to that quandary…until you came along!” 

“As fantastically handsome and powerful and virile and genetically perfect as your father Brock is, YOU possess an even GREATER set of genetic gifts, and are an improvement on your father in every respect. How such a wealth of genetic gifts were created in just one human male, we may never know — even your greatest scientists back on Old Earth could never have purposely created a man as perfect and gifted as you, Jake. And not only are you bigger, stronger, and even more virile than your father, you also possess the key I’ve been searching for to unlock the fertility issue!” 

“I used hidden drones to obtain a sample of your sperm from your very first ejaculation here on Pyntheria, and my various tests and experiments have indisputably concluded that children fathered by your super potent sperm will be immune to the sterilization effects of my maturation process, just as you are immune to the sterilization plague that I unleashed upon this world! Therefore, once I have bred a sufficient number of sons from you, and the first batch have been grown to adulthood and can father offspring of their own, then I will finally have no further need of a Space Ranger slave such as yourself.” 

“But I am perhaps getting a little ahead of myself.” 

“I came to this beautiful paradise of a world in order to hatch my plans for the eventual conquest of the entire galaxy. I have long since perfected my process for creating my super soldiers, and I needed a world where I could begin to scale up their production process. An army of only 100,000 soldiers, even soldiers as massive and powerful as those I’ve created using your father’s powerful seed, wouldn’t be nearly enough to conquer the Known Worlds. No, I needed more than mere creche ships to breed my Super Army — I needed an entire PLANET at my sole disposal!” 

“The world of Pyntheria met all of my needs — an isolated world, far from the galactic hub, with a population that was virtually completely disconnected from the rest of human civilization, but populous enough to provide me with sufficient female breeding slaves to bear my super soldiers. As a bonus, the population is strong and beautiful, genetically far advanced from the human norm, and perhaps second only to the Space Rangers themselves in terms of physical and mental perfection.” 

“With over five million strong and fertile women now at my disposal, I had planned on using Brock to father millions and millions of super babies, using the entire planet as my breeding creche. But now that you are here, by some sort of cosmic luck and happenstance, I will use YOU as my breeding bull! With your mighty seed, Jake, I will create an even bigger, stronger, and more improved generation of super soldiers, a mighty and unstoppable army that I can use to conquer the entire human race!!” 

The feeling of terror and dread built inside Jake throughout Emperor Khrang’s long speech, but that terror reached even greater levels as the full implications of what the vile dictator was saying sunk in. Even before Khrang uttered his next words, Jake knew what was coming, and his blood ran cold in his mighty veins. 

“Of course, now that I have you as my breeding bull, I have no further use of your father. Brock Spanner has served me well these past 5 years, but it’s time I put him to pasture, and end his now-inferior genetic line.” 

“And I will make you watch as I do so, young Jake!” 

Saturday, September 14, 2019

Pyntherian Saga - Part Eight

Pyntherian Saga — Part Eight
Based on an original story by Robert Moon


Jake’s mind was in a fog of fatigue and pain as he continued to slowly churn his way up the steep climb. His entire focus had narrowed down to lifting one foot up out of the deep snow, stepping heavily forward, and then lifting up his other foot. He could barely remember where he was or why he was even climbing anymore, only that he had to get to the top. 

It therefore came as a surprise to the exhausted muscle man when he nearly bumped into the curved metal and ceramic hull of an enormous starship. 

Jake looked up through his protective goggles at the vast upward sweep of hull before him, and he knew he had finally reached his goal. His eyes scanned the icy surface for a likely entrance, and he quickly spotted a service hatch a short distance away and about 40 feet up the face of the hull. The rime of ice coating the hull actually became a benefit at that point, providing Jake with purchase on the otherwise smooth ship’s surface to allow him to climb those last few dozen feet to the hatch. Using his small pick axe, Jake chipped away the thick sheet of ice coating the hatch’s control panel, and then started working on rewiring the hatch to gain entry. As with so much of his training, Jake had scored at the top of his class in electrical and computer engineering, and it only took him a few minutes of tinkering to get the hatch to open. The young man pulled his massive, exhausted frame through the portal and then shut the hatch behind him, landing heavily on the metal floor of a service passage. 

The huge bull of a man leaned back against the inner hull for several long minutes, panting heavily as his oxygen-starved body feasted on the fresh (if slightly metallic-tinged) air inside the ship. The warmth of the passageway also quickly melted the ice and snow that had stuck to the young man’s thick winter clothing, starting to soak it through. When he had recovered a measure of his energy, Jake shucked his way out of the thick, waterlogged clothing until his was just down to his skintight ship suit and heavy boots. He strapped his weapons and tools on the belt secured tightly around his astonishingly narrow waist, and then began to take stock of his location and situation. 

Jake knew that Khrang’s flagship was vast even for a starship, so he had to find his way to a main passage to get a sense of where the command HQ was located, and hopefully Emperor Khrang as well. Stashing his discarded clothing in a ventilation shaft (on the extremely off chance he survived the dangerous encounters ahead and actually had an opportunity to escape), Jake pulled out his pulse pistol and began to head down the most likely passage. 


“Should I send in the soldiers to apprehend the intruder, Most Revered Emperor?” asked the massively muscular warrior stationed to Khrang’s right. 

“No, not yet. Let’s allow our handsome young Space Ranger a chance to delve a bit further into our ship before we spring our trap,” the gloating and utterly confident tyrant said from his command chair. “I want him to raise his hopes a bit higher before we dash them on the rocks of disappointment and failure.” 

“Yes, your eminence…”


Jake had been stealthily moving through the vast starship for the better part of an hour, carefully evading patrols of Khrang’s genetically-engineered soldiers and inching ever farther into the heart of the ship. He knew he must be getting close to his destination, or at least an important hub, as the passageways were becoming larger and more ornate. 

His suspicions were confirmed when he came upon a vast cavern of a room. The chamber was a massive dome that reminded the young Space Ranger of an Old Earth cathedral — mighty bulwarks of metal columns, almost otherworldly in their mechanical beauty, sprang symmetrically from the walls of the circular chamber to meet at a ceiling that was easily 300 feet overhead. The chamber was simply enormous, and Jake couldn’t understand what purpose such a huge, hollow space could serve on board a starship. 

Depending from the ceiling far overhead was an inverted cone of pipes, wires, and blue and white lights, almost looking like some sort of gigantic technological stalactite. This pointed column of steel and light descended almost halfway to the center of the floor, where perhaps half a dozen steps led up to a raised dais that looked to be about 100 feet across. 

Jake was surprised to see that this vast chamber was completely deserted. There wasn’t another soul in sight, and other than the steady hum of electricity and machinery, the vault was eerily silent. Something just didn’t seem right about the chamber, but Jake was convinced that the only way to Khrang’s command center would be through this great domed room. The big man waited more than 10 minutes, hiding in the shadows and slowing his breath to be as silent as possible, and still no one entered the room. Judging it safe to enter, big Jake cautiously stepped into the chamber, keeping to the wall as he circled left around the chamber. 

As he entered the room, he got a better look at the raised platform more than 250 feet away. The platform looked to be completely empty, just a raised disc of floor 100 feet across, and otherwise unremarkable. Jake still couldn’t understand the function of the huge chamber, and so cautiously inched closer to the dais. 

The entire chamber was well lit, but the dais in particular was brightly illuminated, and Jake felt extremely conspicuous as he mounted the first few steps. As he continuously scanned the entire chamber, he reached the top of the dais. He could now see that the floor was scored with dozens of complex lines and patterns, and had literally hundreds of large and small hatches that were completely flush with the floor. The complex arrangement was entirely foreign to the big muscle man, and his handsome brow furrowed in confusion. 

At that moment, the dozens of doorways lining the walls of the enormous chamber suddenly slammed shut with a loud ‘CLANG!’ of metal on metal, and Jake knew with a sinking certainty that he had just walked into a trap. 

A vast portion of the dome in front of Jake suddenly illuminated into a massive video screen…

“Welcome, Space Ranger Jake Spanner!” boomed an all-too-familiar voice as Emperor Khrang’s grinning visage filled nearly the entirety of the massive dome above the young man’s head. “So good of you to join me! I should have known that the Space Rangers would send one of their own to Pyntheria as soon as they learned something was wrong, but I could have never hoped that they’d send one of their best and brightest, a Ranger as big and powerful and valiant as you! I must say, I’m deeply impressed by your exploits these past few weeks, both physical and sexual! Oh, and I do feel the need to apologize for sending that assassin ‘bot after you a few weeks ago. That was short-sighted of me, and I must admit that I’m glad that you survived with all of your extraordinary… ‘assets’… intact!” 

The vile dictator chuckled at his own poor attempt at humor before moving on. 

“As you’ve accurately guessed, I have invaded this peaceful little world in order to continue my breeding program, unhindered by the interfering Space Rangers and other do gooders. The women of this planet will make for exceedingly superior breeding stock, wouldn’t you agree? Even the men here are useful to me for experimentation purposes, though even their superior seed isn’t powerful enough for my needs. That’s part of the reason why I chose to sterilize them all, though the fact that you’ve been able to rescue nearly 5,000 males from that fate bears further examination. I will have to round up all of the males that you so powerfully cured in order to full examine your cum’s effects on their physiology…” 

“Ah, but I’m getting ahead of myself.” 

“You might be wondering why I’ve allowed you to break into my secret and secure headquarters. The reason must surely be obvious by now! I believe that YOU might be the perfect new breeding bull for my genetic experiments! Your colossal size and hyper virility are unlike anything I’ve ever seen before!” 

“But before I can be sure that you’re the perfect stud for my new breeding farm, I’ll need to run a few… ‘tests’…” 

As Emperor Khrang began to cackle with laughter, dozens of the plates and trap doors in the floor of the large dais suddenly opened up, and huge segmented metal limbs and steel tentacles shot up from these openings with shocking speed. Jake possessed reflexes many times faster than that of a normal human, but even HE wasn’t able to dodge these snaking steel beasts for long. One titanium tentacle was soon wrapped around his right ankle, followed quickly by a second one around his left wrist. After that, it was only moments before Jake’s massive and mighty form was caught fast within the coiling confines of dozens of super strong loops of tightening metal. The huge Space Ranger struggled mightily against his many bindings, his phenomenal muscles bulging and straining in a dance of raw power and pure masculinity, but it was no use — not even his fearsome and super human strength could hope to break free from so many thick metal shackles. 

In a matter of minutes, the hunky hero found himself suspended several feet over the dais floor, his thick wrists and ankles each encircled by several coils of unbreakable titanium alloy and pulled so wide that his limbs threatened to dislocate from his shoulders and hips. But the stoic super stud nevertheless flexed his arms and legs even harder, his entire body exploding with colossal muscles as he fought against his restraints. 

“That’s more like it,” Emperor Khrang cooed. “I need to keep you trussed up like this for the experiments to come. It makes you more… tractable.” The evil genius snickered again before moving on. “But first, I must have access to every inch of your magnificent body, Jake. As much as I appreciate your Space Ranger uniform and the way that it hugs every curve and bulge of your phenomenal physique, I’m afraid it must go.” 

The madman pressed another series of buttons off camera, and another series of metal arms extruded out of the floor. These huge limbs all ended in deadly looking blades and razor sharp cutters of every variety and description, and Jake couldn’t keep his eyes from opening wide when he saw all of these knives and blades aiming for his strung up and helpless body. The Emperor could slice him to pieces, and he was defenseless to stop him! 

Instead, however, the mechanical limbs began to expertly cut the young marine’s clothing off of him, delicately slicing through the muscle man’s uniform while leaving the flesh beneath uncut and unharmed. It took only a few minutes, but soon Jake’s uniform, boots, utility belt — every stitch of clothing that had been on his body — had been reduced to useless scraps on the cold metal floor. And moments later, even these scraps had been swept away by cleaning ‘bots, leaving Jake’s magnificent naked form heaving and flexing within his restraints. 

“My my!! What a SPECTACULAR specimen you are!! I must give credit where credit is due — the Space Ranger scientists and geneticists really outdid themselves in creating a bull stud such as yourself, Jake! Bravo! I’ve seen many magnificent males in my time, and none of them can hold a candle to you!” 

“But are you as strong and as tough as you look? I can’t waste my time using you as a stud bull unless I’m convinced that you are the most perfect and most powerful male in existence. I therefore think that a short battery of tests are in order…” 

With those words, Khrang activated another series of trapdoors, and even more limbs and tentacles began to rise up out of the floor. These articulated arms were of such varied size and description that they defied easy categorization, and Jake’s worried eyes flitted from one to the next in a frenzied assessment that began to border on panic. He knew he was in deep trouble, and that he was about to experience a whole world of hurt. 


“I had initially decided to slowly torture, humiliate, and emasculate you, broadcasting your destruction live all over the planet,” Emperor Khrang gently cooed hours later into Jake’s epic torture session. “I still might do that, you know, especially if you prove to be inadequate for my needs. An example DOES need to be made to the Pyntherian people, after all. A suitable punishment for the impertinence and gall of defying the will of their Lord Emperor!” 

An exhausted and panting Jake stared back defiantly at the image leering down at him from the enormous view screen. He had always heard that Khrang was an egomaniacal madman, but the stories and legends didn’t do the actual man justice. The guy was INSANE! Khrang had been overseeing the young Space Ranger’s torture for many hours now, using his vast array of robotic pincers, claws, spikes, drills, and countless other instruments of torture to use and severely abuse the muscle man’s massive and extraordinarily tough physique. Countless bellows and thunderous roars of agony had been torn from Jake’s powerful lungs as his mighty body was tortured in ways he had never even imagined possible, but the defiant young stud had never once called out for mercy or begged for the tortures to end. No, the mighty muscle bull was far too strong, far too proud, to give the insane dictator the satisfaction of making him beg. If Jake was fated to die at the hands of this cruel and mad overlord, then he would do it defiant to the end. 

Countless bruises, cuts, and shallow lacerations marred his still utterly magnificent form, the results of hours upon hours of constant, brutal, relentless torture. But Jake was so freakishly tough and resilient that these many injuries, though serious, would cause him no lasting harm. In fact, even now, the numerous cuts all over his body were starting to heal, the bruises slowly starting to fade, for his remarkably accelerated healing abilities were already starting to wipe away any trace of injury from Jake’s monstrously muscular and gloriously beautiful body. 

“Fortunately for you,” continued the mad Emperor, “you’ve passed the first battery of tests with flying colors. You are indeed the strongest and most hardy male specimen I have ever encountered. You have endured tortures that would have torn a lesser man apart, and I am duly impressed. Your awesome size, mighty strength, and supremely tough mettle all earn you a prized place at the very top of my breeding program.” 

“But there is still one more set of tests you must pass before I know whether you truly qualify as my newest breeding bull. I’ve witnessed your extraordinary exploits of virility in the primitive underground labs of the pathetic ‘Pyntherian Resistance’, but I need to explore the lush vitality of your loins far more thoroughly. It’s time to see if you measure up to the great demands of being my prime stud bull!” 

Jake had known all along that this moment was coming, but he was still dreading it. His massive, meaty genitals had been largely ignored and left untouched throughout the hours and hours of brutal tortures, and the big Space Ranger knew that there was a reason for this apparent oversight. Now he knew that the REAL pain was about to begin…


Jake Spanner let out a guttural scream of pure agony as yet another orgasm was violently ripped from his loins, immediately suctioned away into the extraction tube clamped like some massive limpet onto his painfully engorged, two-foot-long mega cock. He’d long since lost track of how many loads he’d blown since the marathon milking session had begun many hours before. The young muscle man’s tortured mind was lost in a fog of inhuman pain, his massive, mighty genitals feeling like they were being literally torn apart. 

The latest barrage of ‘tests’ hadn’t started out that badly at first. The extraction machine was expected, a large cylindrical device of clear nano-ceramic that rhythmically pumped his almost immediately tumescent bull cock and simultaneously provided a reinforced plastic conduit that could whisk away each huge, thick, chunky load into waiting storage containers. The anal probe also wasn’t a surprise, though Jake WAS surprised at how effectively it vibrated and prodded against the joy button of his prostate and drove his powerful body to ever greater heights of sexual arousal and release. The randy young stud was rock hard within half dozen heartbeats of the application of these devices, and blew his first mammoth bull load just minutes after that. 

And judging from the look of grudging approval on Khrang’s televised face, Jake had definitely deeply impressed him with both the power and the sheer volume of his first seminal emission. And that would be just the first of many, many such monstrous ejaculations. 

The extraction tube and anal probe proved so effective, in fact, that Jake surprised even himself by pumping out a total of SIXTEEN humongous loads in that first hour alone!! A new record, even for him! The big Space Ranger knew that he was a veritable GOD of sex, and he could take cold comfort in knowing that he must be knocking the evil scientist’s socks off with his epic ejaculatory performance. 

Thus it was that Jake was taken by surprise when more doors opened in the large metal floor, and additional devices were extruded to ‘assist’ the young man reach even greater levels of release. 

A huge and very heavy metal clamp was shackled around the base of his huge nuts, connected to a powerful hydraulic system that stretched his behemoth bollocks to a full 12 very painful inches from his body, creating a constant burning strain on the powerful cords and tendons connecting the young man’s colossal testicles to his body. To make matters worse, a seemingly random series of mechanized attacks began to be unleashed on his bound and immobile bull nuts, which were alternately beaten and squeezed and crushed by a dizzying array of blunt and heavy objects. The force of these testicular attacks was enough to quickly reduce a lesser man’s stones to rubble, but Jake had endured far worse abuses to his huge balls without complaint. Hell, most of the nut action was like foreplay to the tough and randy super stud! But when combined with the vastly accelerated rate and frequency of his seminal emissions, all of this rough and sometimes downright violent attention to his massive mega balls caused the huge Space Ranger unbelievable amounts of genital agony. The brutal ball abuse also succeeded in eliciting another result, however — amplifying and intensifying the young man’s already utterly colossal orgasms. 

Jake Spanner was soon pumping out his chunky jizz so often and so fast that he was in very real danger of becoming dehydrated. Even during his marathon, month-long fuck-a-thon in the Pyntherian underground, Jake had taken frequent breaks to replenish his fluids and eat hearty meals to keep up his strength. But this violent raping of his bountiful loins was starting to literally drain the young man dry. 

Emperor Khrang had planned for this eventuality, however, and at the press of a button, Jake felt sharp needles pierce the thick veins of his forearms, followed by the cool rush of fluids and nutrients pumping into his depleted body. His mammoth ejaculations, which had recently started to slightly dwindle in power and volume, were quickly restored to their former size and vigor, his behemoth bollocks once more supplied with more than adequate fuel to churn out even more of his super potent baby batter. 

Jake’s mind seemed to drift in and out of near unconsciousness as his mighty balls were pushed beyond even their previous herculean performance in the service of the people of Pyntheria. The greatest, throbbing ache imaginable was emanating from the young man’s colossal bollocks, and Jake was certain that if it wasn’t for the huge metal clamp forcing his huge stones to the very bottom of their smooth, overstretched nutsac, his insanely overworked balls would have long since imploded and been sucked out the length of his gigantic bull cock, joining the thick, soupy loads of pure stud cum sloshing around in the huge storage containers. 

And STILL the ungodly pillaging of Jake’s mighty loins continued! 

Every orgasm now felt like it was rending the thick meat of Jake’s humongous nuts asunder. His mighty balls were contracting and convulsing so violently that they looked like they might shake themselves apart, and indeed, any other man’s balls would have long since been shattered and shredded to bits. Jake’s he-man bull nuts continued to prove their super human toughness and resilience, however, pumping out prime stud slime as fast as the suction machine could draw it out of him. 

The battered Space Ranger lost all sense of time, the brutal abuse of his prodigious loins seeming to last an eternity. In truth, the epic, marathon ejaculation session lasted an entire day, a full 24 hours of non-stop sexual abuse. 

Jake didn’t actually realize at first that the fuck session was over, for his gargantuan genitals were in such extraordinary pain that the cessation of suction and extraction activities didn’t register at first in his pain-wracked mind. It wasn’t until all of the offending devices had been removed — the extraction tube, the anal probe, the huge and heavy shackle around Jake’s fat nuts, even the sharp alligator clips that had been later clamped tightly over the young man’s thick, rubbery nipples — that Jake’s exhausted mind realized that the brutal abuses had finally ceased. 

Jake’s exhausted gaze took in the sight of his bloated and distended genitals, and the sight made the big muscle man want to cry. His gigantic bull cock was still as solid and rock hard as a flag pole, so hard that it actually HURT! In fact, the young man realized that his magnificent member now looked even BIGGER than the 24 inches in length it had so recently achieved, having added perhaps another half inch in length after the brutal and extended suctioning. The entire organ looked bright red and raw from abuse, but was otherwise unharmed. 

It was Jake’s big, big bollocks that really worried the handsome stud. His utterly exhausted and spent balls hung unbelievably low in their thick and blubbery scrotum, stretching down an extraordinary 9 inches to hang huge and heavy at the very base of their sac. The humongous orbs throbbed with an angry dark red color, evidence of just how extreme their recent workout had been. The titanic testes virtually glowed like a pair of massive embers, and Jake wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised to see wisps of smoke rising from their overheated surfaces. 

The sound of a single set of hands clapping boomed from the overhead monitor as a very satisfied Emperor Khrang looked down with a smug grin upon his hunky, helpless captive. 

“Excellent work, Jake! Most excellent indeed!” crowed a pleased Khrang. “I’ve never seen such an extraordinary performance in my life! Even my previous sperm cow, a truly prodigious male in his own right, couldn’t compare to your output! Why, you’ve shot more sperm in the past 24 hours than all of the pre-plague males of this backwater planet could have produced combined! And I haven’t even augmented you yet!! Oh yes, you will serve my needs quite handsomely.” 

“Even more importantly, however, you possess the highest quality sperm I’ve ever seen!! This stuff is pure genetic PERFECTION!! I’ve run every kind of test I could think of during these past 24 hours, and I’ve managed to unlock only a FRACTION of the astounding genetic bounty of your reproductive fluids! Why, the improvements I could make to my elite super soldiers knows virtually no limits!!” 

The maniacal, crazed look in Khrang’s wide, feverish eyes terrified Jake more than the continued plundering of his big ballsac. The man was a fanatic! An insane zealot of the highest order! Jake knew that this madman must be stopped at all costs, before he placed the entire galaxy under his cruel, totalitarian grip. 

“Truly, I’ve already extracted enough thick, concentrated sperm from you to impregnate every woman on this planet dozens of times over. But my plans are much larger than that. I need to create an army large enough to conquer and subjugate all of the known worlds, and for that I need a VASTLY larger supply of your magnificent seed, a volume of prime stud spunk that even YOU wouldn’t be able to give to me in your current state. Fortunately, I’ve devised an ingenious way to augment my bull studs, increasing their seminal output tenfold. On you, the effects of this augmentation will no doubt be spectacular indeed…” 

“But first, I believe a celebration is in order! An acknowledgement of the acquisition of the latest and by far the greatest addition to my stud breeding pool! And as part of this celebration, I believe it is time to retire my former prized breeding bull. He has been one hell of a work horse, pumping out his extraordinary baby batter virtually non stop for nearly five years now, so I think he has more than earned some rest. Would you like to meet him, Jake? Yes, I think I should introduce you to the man that you’ll be replacing.” 

With those words, Emperor Khrang pressed another series of buttons, and a large trap door approximately 50 feet in front of Jake opened with a nearly silent whirring of gears and metal plates. A gigantic X formed of thick titanium beams began to rise from the floor, revealing an heroically muscular human male bound at wrist and ankle to the massive frame. The enormous bull of a man was very nearly as muscular as the great and gargantuan muscle bulk of Jake himself, and even more heroically hung. 

Jake gasped in surprise, bewilderment, and growing horror as the second naked muscle bull joined him on the large dais, the shock of recognition making his square-jawed mouth gape open. 

“Jake Spanner, allow me to introduce you to the former title holder of ‘prime stud bull’ — Space Ranger Brock Spanner!”