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

CHAPTER 10 - JAKE SPANNER IS FORCED TO WITNESS HIS FATHER’S SEXECUTION

“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 

BOOM!!!!!

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. 

RIP-SCRUNCH-

BLOOSH!!!!!

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…”