Friday, July 17, 2015

Billy and his Aunt Vicky - Jayse Version

The author FantasyMan posted his stories on just a couple of sites, and never did post more than half a dozen or so stories. But they were ALL awesome!

This tale is a rewrite of one of my favorite FantasyMan stories. For once, I haven't changed the main character's age to make him at least 18. So PLEASE keep in mind that this is purely a fantasy story, and that you should NEVER have a sexual encounter with someone younger than the age of consent! Is that enough of a public service message? Okay, good. Now enjoy the story... :)

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Billy and his Aunt Vicky
Based on an original story by FantasyMan

Billy's aunt knows what's best for his extra large testicles... 

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Billy clearly did not understand what was about to happen. His Aunt Vicky had given him a nice warm cup of tea spiked with a drug that would act as both a sedative and a tonic to arouse the handsome and muscular teenager. The young stud was now lying on her bed, completely nude with his impressively muscular legs spread wide open, and he couldn't figure out why he had no desire to close them or to cover up his nakedness. His exceedingly well-developed body rested heavily on the bed, almost overflowing the full-size mattress. 

Billy’s manhood felt even heavier than usual. The teenaged stud was blessed with a truly mammoth set of cock and balls, a family trait he’d inherited from his hunky father, so his huge genitals were already damn heavy to begin with. But with the special drug now coursing through his body, Billy’s enormous balls now felt like they were filled with lead, and his thick beast of a cock felt unusually dense and warm. The young lad’s massive and extremely turgid testicles were hanging so low that they were cradled on the bedspread between his powerful thighs, and his big penis already semi rigid, draped lazily over a slender, muscular hip. 

Aunt Vicky gazed longingly at her studly nephew and was once again taken by his achingly stunning beauty. Vicky was herself an extremely attractive, large breasted woman of 32, so she had never wanted for attention and companionship. She had always loved the precious boy lying naked in front of her, but she was quite concerned about how his hormones and rapid development were now changing their relationship. 

He was almost 17 now, and she'd caught the handsome young boy glancing at her giant breasts several times over the past few weeks. Admittedly, part of her couldn’t really blame him, as she DID enjoy teasing men by wearing flimsy demi-cup push-up bras under tight shirts. Those were the perfect tools for selecting men in need of clinical ‘taming’ or just a good milking (the choice was always hers) at the men’s correctional facility where she worked. But now that her own nephew was responding in a similar way to the prisoners and rapists that she dealt with on a daily basis in the prison, she was growing more and more concerned. 

And now that she had Billy naked before her, her suspicions were confirmed -- the boy was clearly overdeveloped, oversized, and oversexed, no doubt a result of the gargantuan set of genitals hanging so huge and heavy between his beautifully muscular legs. 

Billy’s sac was hairless and absolutely gigantic, containing the two biggest testicles she had ever seen -- and she had seen a LOT of testicles! His massive twin balls were so meaty and hung so low that they rested heavily on her silky sheets, resembling a pair of huge, pink ostrich eggs. She particularly enjoyed men with large testicles, the larger the better, but it was always necessary to drug them before a taming procedure. Informing a prisoner that his testicles needed to be removed could cause quite a stir if he wasn’t sedated! 

She smiled at the handsome young boy and sat next to him, her breasts heaving provocatively under her tight shirt. 

"Billy," she softly spoke, "you do know how much I love you, don't you?" 

The semi-conscious boy smiled and nodded, feeling embarrassed yet strangely comfortable. 

Aunt Vicky once again found it hard to believe that the young man in front of her was only 16. Though not yet an adult, Billy had the body of a grown man a decade or more his senior. His broad, 6’1” frame was astoundingly thick and dense with hard-earned muscles, muscles he’d gained from working on the family farm since he was 10 years old. Vicky wasn’t sure if even any of the convicts at the correctional facility could compare with the awesome musculature, let alone the gorgeous aesthetics, of this handsome teenager. And the most amazing thing was that Billy was still growing! The young muscle boy was even beginning to get a dusting of dark brown hairs across his magnificent chest, and in time he would no doubt have a gorgeous chest as hairy as that of his equally handsome and studly father. 

Leaning forward and with her eyes trailing farther down, Vicky took in the amazingly impressive sight of Billy’s awesome endowment. The young stud had a set of cock and balls that would make a prize bull jealous. His semi-flaccid cock measured over 9” long and was incredibly thick, thicker than the proverbial beer can. Despite his drugged state, Billy’s penis began erecting at the sight of Vicky so close. Vicky smiled again, aware of his struggle not to look at her jutting breasts. 

As Billy’s cock began to rise, it further revealed the massive man eggs that hung so heavily beneath the huge penis. Yes, Vicky had seen a LOT of balls in her time, but none could compare to the sheer size and mass of Billy’s mighty low-hangers. Each massive nut was the size of a huge grapefruit, and from the way they hung so heavily in their big sac, Vicky guessed that they were just as juicy, swollen and bloated with a flood of teenaged spunk. 

More amazing still was the fact that Billy was still growing and hadn’t reached full size yet. Vicky wondered just how much bigger Billy’s mammoth cock and balls would get! Then she shook her head and smiled to herself, remembering that, very soon, those massive testicles would cease to have the chance to get any bigger…

Aunt Vicky continued, "It's time I performed a little procedure on you Billy..." Billy watched in frozen embarrassment as she casually lifted his huge, swollen balls. "Your testicles are just too big and heavy..." She smiled sympathetically as she patted the massive, meaty orbs with her other hand. 

The manhandling of his nuts was all it took to get Billy’s cock cranking up to its full, eye-popping size. Try as he might to resist, the sight of her large, tightly clad breasts and the feel of her hands lifting his heavy nuts was simply more than his teenaged libido could take. His massive penis reached full erection in no time, the huge organ bloating and snapping to attention so quickly that the young man actually winced in pain. 

Once again, Vicky could only marvel at the sexual development of her young nephew – his erect cock was well over a foot long — actually, at least an inch or two BEYOND a foot — and thick as a baseball bat. Vicky quickly went through a mental rolodex of all the thousands of dicks she had seen over the years, and she couldn’t think of another cock she had seen that was as long, as thick, or as beautiful. 

"You poor thing..." she cooed, calmly holding his penis away from his massive sack. “You've let your big balls get way too full..." she said softly and hefted his balls as if measuring their weight. He groaned with embarrassment - the drug in his drink kept him docile while mounting his arousal. "We cannot expect your penis to behave if he's not ejaculated at least once a day..." she observed, squeezing it gently just beneath its enormous, swollen head and silently marveling at its steely hardness. “Though in your case, Billy, those massive nuts of yours should probably be milked at least three or four times a day.” 

Billy saw Aunt Vicky remove a device from her nearby table, his captivating hazel eyes having trouble tracking and focusing due to the drugged tea his aunt had given him. It looked like some sort of clamping tool, and he watched as if in a dream as she carefully began to place his large, bloated sac into it. Though the devise was open to its largest setting, Vicky had to force Billy’s gigantic balls through one at a time, and even then she had to squeeze and squish the incredibly hard and dense balls to get them through the opening. The massive orbs distorted grotesquely as Vicky squeezed and prodded them through the devise, causing Billy not inconsiderable pain, but finally first one and then the other ball popped through. 

"There we are Billy. Just relax - this is going to feel a little snug..." Vicky squeezed the handles of the devise gently, and Billy’s huge balls were firmly pushed to the bottom of his sack nice and slow, stretching them to at least four inches from his crotch. Billy then felt something closing tightly around the base of his balls, cinching his scrotum up tight. “There we are Billy - that's my Testicle Choker,” she smiled. “It makes a man’s balls nice and snug. Nurses use it when they need to take a sperm sample." Looking between his legs, Billy saw his huge balls pressed into a tight, fat mass at the end of his now doubly crimped scrotal neck, looking strangely like a huge meat balloon. 

"Crimping a man's scrotum makes his ejaculation more manageable - instead of strong, messy spurts, the nurse gets a nice controlled dribble." She smiled, holding his tight testicles reassuringly. "The nurses at the sperm bank use it to accurately supervise and measure a man's ejaculation." Billy's face was red with embarrassment, trying not to think about the humiliating, yet arousing, procedure. However, as the drug took more affect, he thought only of how her small pink top contoured perfectly to her giant breasts, clearly revealing the half-cup push-up bra underneath. 

"We should really have you ejaculate Billy, and I’m going to do it with my little milker." She was holding Billy’s huge packaged nuts now, lovingly passing his straining lump back-and-forth between her soft, manicured hands. With a calm, 'I know what's best' look, she continued, "The machine I use to milk a man's penis is totally automated. It has a penis sleeve that gently pumps and vibrates until I decide he's done ejaculating.” She squeezed his nuts playfully as she continued, "And then all the fluid is pumped into the sperm-collection container." 

She was now holding a smooth, clear plastic tube in her free hand. With her other hand, she liberally lubed Billy’s titanic, straining penis, and then began to work the tube over the head and down the incredibly thick shaft. She had brought the largest tube she owned, one so large that she’d never had cause to use it before, and yet it was just barely large enough to encompass Billy’s awesome schlong. As it was, only the first ten inches could fit within the tube, with the bottom four or so inches of the shaft still exposed. 

Good GOD, but Billy was hung!!!

"Billy, I am going to milk you first and gather your sperm in the collection cup to catch your mess. I can't let you spurt," she smiled gently, "as I just don't want any of your sticky semen on my new shirt." She sighed and innocently stuck her chest out, slowly moving her massive breasts from side-to-side, showing him exactly where she didn't want a mess. 

"And once I have finished milking you, Billy, I'll have to remove your balls," she said sweetly. 

What!? Had he heard right!? His auntie was going to take away his big, beautiful balls!?!Billy started to weakly panic, recognizing her breasts for the distraction they were, but was overcome with a relaxed sense of purpose. His balls felt so bloated and safe in Aunt Vicky's soft, feminine hands. 

"There, there," she cooed, calming the boy down by cupping his heavy package in her left palm, pulling his balls forward and gently massaging them. "That's right Billy, your auntie's going to take care of your big problem for you..." 

Letting his meaty lump of tightly packaged stud nuts rest on the silky sheets, she turned on the penis milker. "I'll let the milker do its job before I take your balls..." The clear tube felt silky smooth on his gigantic, erect penis, and Billy could feel the suction begin. The clear tube allowed Vicky to watch the milking, and she was amazed to see Billy’s cock swell larger still as the suction began to do its work. The constriction of the tube did not allow the girth of Billy’s shaft to grow any larger, but the enormous head began to swell unchecked, looking for all the world like a bright, shiny apple. "Oh dear, it's enormous!” Vicky said breathlessly, immensely turned on by the awesome, masculine sight before her. 

Billy groaned in pleasure as the milker started to pump his shaft, the soft thrum of the pump vibrating through his spectacularly muscular body. Aunt Vicky smiled and wrapped her perfectly manicured hands around the clear shaft. "The milker makes most men dribble in just a few minutes," she said with a smile, pointing his straining, choked dick head at the deep valley between her massive breasts, “but I wouldn’t be surprised if you cum sooner than that with all that sperm trapped in your big balls. Be a good boy and tell me before you let go..." she whispered, holding up a little pink pair of scissors. She giggled and snipped the air playfully, "And then I’ll be ready to do the rest!!" she laughed. 

The milker continued steadily, pumping and vibrating with a predictable and steady pattern. The head of Billy’s penis flared larger still, pulsing steadily with the rhythm of the milking machine. Aunt Vicky watched his tormented penis with a big smile on her face. Men were so cute when faced with this dilemma - an erotic situation soon to be abruptly and permanently ended by a busty woman and her little pair of scissors. 

She placed her scissors between the two tightly crimped portions of his nicely stretched scrotum and hefted his incredibly fat testicle-lump with her other hand. Billy’s balls were so large that even one huge nut filled her hand to overflowing, but with the sac so tightly crimped, Vicky was able to grasp both at once. 

"Your balls feel so full..." she smiled. "I'll hold them nice and safe when they come off, and I always weigh the big ones. I’ll bet yours are the heaviest I’ve ever recorded." 

Billy was moaning softly with lust now, feeling her pull his nuts expectantly. 

"I'm going to watch your piss-slit Billy..." she was squeezing now, "When it starts to open, I'll know it’s time for you to cum. I’ll let you finish shooting before I give you the snip." She made her point by gently squeezing the handles, allowing him to feel a slight compression of steel on his banded sack. 

Billy started grunting, thrusting his hips ever so slightly. "There's a good boy..." Aunt Vicky said, watching his penis closely. She was holding his nut pouch possessively, her scissors ready to snip. "Almost ready Billy?" she asked casually, masking the fact that she was tremendously turned on, her thick nipples erect and sticking out just above the confines of her demi-bra. 

Billy felt his cum boiling up, making him thrust his cock forward involuntarily. "There we are..." she whispered as she stared at his gasping piss-slit. Incredibly, Billy’s cock swelled larger still, exceeding 15” in length and threatening to shatter the clear plastic tube! And then his epic ejaculation began. 

Vicky had expected Billy’s cum to dribble out in a steady stream due to the tight banding of his balls. But the internal pressure of all that sperm packed inside those huge bloated nuts was so great that his cum blasted forth with a force and violence unlike anything she had ever seen. The first great gout of cum was larger than any single load she had witnessed in her life, and it was nearly too much for the industrial strength pump to whisk away into the collection tank. As humongous globs of sticky white goo began to splat wetly into the collection tank, a second and even larger blast of cum issued forth from Billy’s pulsating, quivering horse cock, to be followed by a third and a fourth and a fifth, each massive wad of cum as enormous and powerful as the one that came before. It was the most erotic sight Vicky had ever witnessed, and her own spontaneous, racking orgasm nearly caused her to snip off Billy’s throbbing balls prematurely. 

Billy groaned and moaned in unrestrained pleasure as his monumental orgasm thundered on and on through his massive teenaged loins, pounding out truly inhuman quantities of spunk. A dozen shots were followed by a dozen more, and then a dozen MORE, and STILL his gargantuan ejaculation showed no signs of easing up! Vicky’s astonished eyes glanced at the collection tank, which was rapidly filling with Billy’s powerful male juices. Her eyes bugged out in wonder, for the collection tank, which could hold just over a quart of fluid, was approaching capacity. She couldn’t believe that any man’s nuts, even a pair as massive as those now resting so huge and heavy in her hand, could produce so much sperm at one go! She could keep the sperm bank going for a year with this one deposit alone! And who wouldn’t want a child fathered by such an amazing super stud?! 

Finally, after several long minutes and over 50 gigantic blasts of cum, Billy’s orgasm slowed and ceased. Incredibly, the collection tank was less than half an inch from being filled, with the product of Billy’s super human ejaculation sloshing around inside the big clear tank. 

“Billy, I must ask you,” Vicky said breathlessly, panting as she tried to get herself back under control, “how long has it been since you last came? Six months?!”

“No, Aunt Vicky,” the handsome young lad replied shyly, his unexpectedly deep, masculine voice incongruous with the embarrassed, almost childlike look on his face. “I DO jerk off several times each day. Usually at least five or six times a day, in fact! And I ALWAYS cum this much.” The embarrassed young muscle boy continued, “I usually jerk off in the shower or into the toilet; otherwise, it makes too much of a mess. I only came three times in the shower this morning, though, so I still have a lot of cum packed in my nuts. Enough for at least three or four more loads, I think.” 

Vicky nearly swooned at Billy’s words. He still had MORE cum in those mighty nuts of his?! How could that be?! With the scissors still poised to cut off his bull nuts, Vicky hefted the massive sac of testicles in her free hand and was astonished to discover that the huge orbs did indeed still feel extremely heavy and full, almost as if they hadn’t just blasted out the largest load ever shot by a human being. 

“For goodness sake! You’re right Billy! It feels like there’s still a big load in there, maybe even more than one! I bet you would have made a big mess on my shirt!" she said excitedly, gently kneading his swollen nuts in her free hand and marveling again at their enormous size and weight, and feeling the phenomenal raw power and strength that coursed through them. How easy it would be to close her scissors right now and claim those titanic testicles for her own! But Vicky decided to wait and see if what Billy claimed was true. 

Vicky knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and that she would never again come across a man as hung and as virile as this extraordinary and beautiful young teenager, so she decided to milk his huge balls some more. She set down her scissors, lest she accidentally nut the huge young man before he was fully drained, and changed the tank on her milking machine. She then restarted the machine and sat back to watch the results. 

True to his word and not more than a few minutes later, Billy rewarded Aunt Vicky with a second mighty orgasm, every bit as massive and powerful as the first. Vicky was awed and humbled by the sight, and shuddered to her second orgasm at the sight of her hunky, hung nephew pounding out sperm like a prize stallion pees. And when Billy had completed his second unnaturally huge load, Vicky changed the tank and started the machine again. 

And again! 

And again and again and again and again!!!

By the end of the hour, Billy produced SIX more loads, filling up eight quart-sized collection tanks - one for each titanic orgasm. Vicky put each of the eight collection tanks into cryo freeze to take back to the sperm bank. The last orgasm took the longest to produce – more than 15 minutes of steady pumping by the relentless milker – but it produced the largest orgasm of them all. So huge was Billy’s final load that it overflowed the collection tank, finally causing the hose connecting the penis tube to the collection tank to burst and allowing the rest of Billy’s awesome load to spill messily out onto the bedsheets. 

Billy groaned weakly when his final load was complete, exhausted both by the immense pleasure of eight consecutive orgasms and by the throbbing pain in his huge nuts at having been milked of so much fluid so quickly. Aunt Vicky hefted Billy’s temporarily depleted balls to gauge their weight, and she could tell that she had finally drained them dry. The twin orbs, though still heavy and massive beyond anything she had ever seen before, were no longer so bloated in appearance, and they now hung very loose and limp in his stretched-out sac. Their weight and density had also decreased by a few degrees, but they were still the heaviest and thickest balls she had ever seen. 

Vicky knew that she had to act quickly before Billy’s incredible balls started building up another huge load. Billy’s rampant cock had only softened slightly in the plastic tube, and she knew that if she gave him even half an hour, he would almost certainly be randy and ready to go again with several MORE awesome loads. 

“My goodness, Billy, I would not have believed it if I had not seen it with my own eyes! Your balls are the most virile and powerful I have ever seen!!” 

Billy blushed, and said, “Thank you, Aunt Vicky. I have never had my balls drained dry before, and it’s a great relief. But I really don’t want to lose my balls. May I please keep them? I promise to jerk off a dozen times a day if that’s what it takes to keep my hormones under control.” 

“I’m sorry Billy,” Vicky said soothingly. “Your balls are just too big and too powerful. No amount of milking is going to bring your hormones under control. I’m afraid the only solution is to have your balls permanently removed.” 

Billy’s handsome and innocent face became almost a comical mix of horror and disbelief as Aunt Vicky stretched out his massive ballsac with one hand, and placed the open scissors between the two tight bands with the other hand. 

“It’s time Billy. Off they come. Say good-bye to your oversized bull nuts.” 

Vicky held the little scissors in a ‘prissy’ thumb-and-forefinger-hold. She knew it would take almost no effort at all. All she had to do was give the handles a little squeeze, and the impossibly studly teenager’s fat, unbelievably massive testicle lump would come away easily into her waiting hand, destroying his awesome masculinity forever. 

‘They always come off so easily,’ Vicky thought to herself, smiling and reveling in the power she felt at this moment. 

She squeezed the huge nuts with her free hand, amazed by the power and vibrant lifeforce that she could feel flowing through them. Everything that made Billy a man resided in those massive twin orbs. She cradled what she knew must be the biggest nuts in the entire world in her manicured hand, and knew that soon they would be hers. 

Yet she continued to hesitate. She tugged on the monstrous balls a little harder, and marveled for the umpteenth time at their incredible density and weight. She wanted to play this moment out forever… 

With a shock, she slowly started to realize that she didn’t want to cut off her nephew’s balls. As he stared back at her with a look of both trust and fear, she realized that she could not yet bring herself to destroy this masterpiece of masculinity, this paragon of a man. She wanted to hold him, caress him, worship him, be fucked by him. Gently easing the scissors off his banded scrotum, Vicky carefully cut the two bands choking his massive, beefy balls, releasing them from their captivity. Then she turned to Billy and said, “I can’t bring myself to cut you, Billy. So I will let you keep your balls, on one condition. You must fuck me and my co-workers at the correctional facility at least a dozen times a day. Together, we will help you keep your hormones under control.” 

Billy’s stunningly handsome face broke into a guileless and heart-melting smile, and he gratefully thanked Aunt Vicky and accepted her conditions. 

‘Poor impressionable boy,’ thought Vicky. ‘If only he knew my plans for him.’ 

Vicky had realized in the moments before cutting her bull-hung nephew that he was not yet fully grown, and that his cock and balls would grow larger still in the next two or three years. She did not want to nut him now before he was full grown. 

‘Think of how impossibly HUGE he will be in a couple of years!!’ Vicky thought to herself. ‘How even more impressive a trophy his severed balls will make on my mantle!’ 


So for now, she would bide her time, using Billy as her sex slave at the facility and milking mind-blowingly ENORMOUS quantities of spunk from his ceaselessly churning bull balls. And in a few years, when Billy was full grown and she had grown tired of him, she would finally sever those massive nuts and claim them for her own! 

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Captive of the Cyborgs - Chapter 7 - The First Night Ends

YES, Eric has survived his first night of brutal tortures!! But with no avenue of escape, the young muscle stud knows that he's just going to have to face another night of tortures, and another, and another and another and another, until his poor bull balls finally give out! Is there no hope for our helpless hero?!?

I'm going to take a break from the Cyborg series for a while and resume posting stand alone stories starting this Friday. If you guys are enjoying the Cyborg series, then please let me know, and I'll post more of it in the near future...

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Captive of the Cyborgs – Part 7
The First Night Ends

As the first night of Eric’s captivity drew to a close and the golden light of dawn appeared on the horizon, Dalton took a break from abusing his spectacularly muscular and heroically hung prisoner and assessed the fruits of his labors. The huge Cyborg has forced dozens of loads of sperm from the handsome young hero – 59 loads, to be exact, and each as powerful and magnificent and impossibly voluminous as the first. So much of Eric’s potent and powerful sperm had been spilled upon the ground during the night that a small pool had formed beneath the superhumanly virile young man, a virtual lake of his powerful male essence. The Cyborg had to change Eric’s nutrient bags twice during the night, as the young buck seemed to transform the nutrient broth into sperm as fast as the fluids could enter his veins. Dalton had never before seen a human with even one tenth of this young man’s power and virility, and his evil mind swam with the many hundreds of devious and brutal tortures he wanted to visit on the young bull stud before ultimately destroying him. 

Dalton had focused nearly all of his attention on Eric’s mammoth stud nuts throughout the night, which still hung huge and heavy in their horrifically bruised and battered scrotum. The cruel Cyborg had allowed the young man’s powerhouse nuts to partially heal and regain some of their strength and resiliency multiple times during the night, only to brutally wear them down and bring them to the brink of destruction over and over and over again. The relentless beating, stretching, and crushing had utterly busted the young man’s humongous man orbs, leaving the massive balls swollen, soft, and mushy, and just one good squeeze or punch from bursting asunder. 

But despite the red and purple bruising, despite the fact that the brutally overstretched balls now hung more than 8 inches from his crotch, despite the continuous and brutal raping of their fluids, despite the fact that they had been taken to the brink of destruction and held there dozens if not hundreds of times during the course of the night, Eric’s balls were incredibly, miraculously still intact and had sustained no permanent damage. In fact, the young man’s beefy balls were so virile that they had already manufactured yet more hot and sticky sperm, and were ready for the next round of forced emissions. 

But the experienced Cyborg knew that if he continued the brutal tortures any more that night, he would run the risk of almost certainly destroying this spectacular paragon of masculinity, and be forever denied another opportunity to abuse and bust the most monstrous and heroically powerful balls he had ever seen. 

So as the huge yellow sun began to crest over the horizon, Dalton stepped back from the limp and nearly unconscious form of his muscular young captive, and decided to let the young man rest and recover in preparation of the next night’s tortures. 

Besides, the Cyborg was curious to see how quickly the young man’s balls would heal. Could Eric’s gigantic bull balls, the seat of his awesome masculinity, recover completely over the course of the next 12 or so hours, or would they still be battered and bruised, and less capable of surviving another night of abuses? Only time would tell…


Dalton walked off into the dense jungle, heading back toward his own star ship to bring more supplies and equipment back to Eric’s camp. The Cyborg had many cruel and devious devices that he would like to use on the young muscle man. He left Eric hanging in chains like an abused side of beef, his massive man eggs throbbing in steady agony, his whole body feeling abused and exhausted. He was left there to bake under the world’s intense sun, his spectacularly muscular body dripping with sweat. The terrified young man dreaded what brutalities nightfall would bring...and wondered if he would live to see the next dawn. 

Monday, July 13, 2015

Captive of the Cyborgs - Chapter 6 - The Crushing Grip

Dear lord, just how much abuse can this young mega stud TAKE?! Can he survive his first night under the cruel ministrations of the wicked cyborg, Dalton? Read on to find out...

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Captive of the Cyborgs – Part 6
The Crushing Grip

Day One - Tortures Continue

After letting Eric hump the warm and still night air for a few more minutes, Dalton released only an inch or two of the tension on the young stud’s mega nuts. The Cyborg then very slowly began to close his enormous fist around the lad’s bloated balls, gradually squeezing the mighty orbs tighter and tighter. Eric’s goliath bull nuts had recovered a great deal of their toughness and solid hardness during the hour of brutal ball stretching, and their incredible density was nothing less than astounding, but even the young man’s Herculean nuts were no match for the Cyborg’s awesome strength. Dalton’s huge hand was inexorably closing like a giant steel vise, and the cruel Cyborg watched with delight as the young man’s meaty nuts began to deform in his grip. The gigantic balls began to bulge grotesquely, oozing between the Cyborg’s clenching fingers as they drove deeper and deeper into the muscle boy’s awesomely thick ball meat. 

The agony soon became too great, particularly with his huge balls still so bruised and battered after their recent pummeling, and the young stallion once again began to bellow in unimaginable agony. And still the Cyborg continued to squeeze, tightening his grip on the huge and utterly defenseless nuts and threatening to burst them wide open. 

A wet and sloshy crunching sound could be heard as Dalton’s fingers dug into the very heart of the hunk’s huge balls, causing them to bulge and distend even more grotesquely than before. The young man’s bellows took on an even greater urgency, for his huge bull balls, the pride of his awesome masculinity, were on the verge of exploding under the unbelievably pressure. 

But STILL the Cyborg continued, squeezing ever harder and harder, effortlessly driving his metal fingers into the very essence of the young stud’s spectacular manhood. Dalton had never seen a pair of burly nuts that could endure so much, and yet he knew that this gorgeous boy could take even more abuse, and so his squeezing continued. 

The young man’s bull nuts were once again forced far beyond any possible human endurance, threatening to pop like a pair of huge water balloons at any moment. The remaining life of Eric’s bountiful bull nuts could be measured in seconds...

Finally, with his clutching fingers less than an inch from touching his palms, Dalton ceased any further squeezing, and just held the young stud’s bull nuts in his devastatingly crushing grip for ten minutes, and then 20 minutes, then half an hour, all the while applying several TONS of pressure into the deepest and most sensitive parts of the young man’s delicate anatomy. The torture was unimaginably cruel and brutal, and the vicious Cyborg loved the way that the extreme testicular agony made the young man writhe and struggle in his bindings, his spectacular muscles bulging and flexing in extraordinary relief as he fought in vain for some way to relieve the pain in his screaming nuts. 

Then without warning, the Cyborg gave a sharp yank, immediately reclaiming the inch or two of slack he’d given up earlier and stretching the huge, half-busted nuts a little farther still, and held the young man’s nuts once again on the brink of destruction. 

Something must have finally snapped in the young man’s ridiculously oversized plumbing, for the bellowing muscle stud began to let loose with the largest orgasm ever yet produced by a male, even larger than his previous record-breaking loads – a colossal deluge of sperm and seminal fluids that lasted for nearly ten minutes and ended up producing several buckets of spunk. Dalton continued applying his crushing grip and brutal stretch to Eric’s trapped bull nuts, loving his sense of utter control over the young muscle stud, his complete power over his sexuality, his ability at any moment to push the hyper masculine young man just that hairsbreadth farther and destroy his huge balls forever. 

Dalton was only distantly aware that his own huge cock had created a massive bulge down one pant leg, and that he was even now blowing his own colossal load in sympathy to the unimagined heights of pleasure and pain now being experienced by his captive human. 

Eric’s titanic orgasm thundered on and on, and Dalton was mightily impressed indeed, for he knew that there was enough sperm in that one orgasm alone to impregnate an entire world of human slave women. This young male was off the charts, so potent and virile that, on his own, he could impregnate each and every one of the trillions of human females in Cyborg captivity in just a few months, and probably repopulate the entire galaxy with humanity in a single generation. If Dalton had harbored any doubts regarding the need to destroy this young man, those doubts were now gone. 

Still, there was nothing saying that the extraordinary young male had to be destroyed that very instant. Grinning evilly, Dalton began to give the young man’s brutally stretched and crushed balls short, hard squeezes and sharp little tugs, taking the huge muscle stud beyond his limits and soon causing him to orgasm yet again, less than 10 minutes after his previous orgasm! Huge ribbons of fresh cum shot out of Eric’s thundering cock with a force and violence that continued to astound Dalton, even though this was the eighth time he’d seen such a display of hyper masculinity that night. 

Dalton repeated this process again and again and again for many hours, stretching and squeezing Eric’s battered and brutalized balls beyond any conceivable limit, and forcing dozens more of Eric’s titanic, earth-shattering orgasms from the beefy young man. Each mighty load was as mind-blowingly massive as the one before, and each time the cruel Cyborg rode the very razor’s edge of destroying the beefy lad’s gargantuan bull testicles. 

The young man’s balls produced so much cum so fast that Dalton began to doubt that he could ever truly empty those huge cum tanks, and he knew that by the end of the first day that this huge muscle stud would have produced enough sperm to impregnate all the human slave women on more than a HUNDRED worlds. Incredible was hardly the word. 

As Dalton forced the umpteenth load from the young, exceedingly handsome muscle stud, he realized what a shame it was that he would be able to destroy the young buck’s gargantuan balls only once. He could think of hundreds of ways that he would like to bash, smash, pummel, punch, crush, squash, slam, hammer, stomp, maul, spear, skewer, stretch, pull, yank, club, clobber, squeeze, grind, flatten, punish, and pound those gorgeous man nuts into oblivion. He also thought it a shame that the last hope for humanity’s survival should end with the destruction of so mighty and powerful a specimen of man, and he fleetingly considered harvesting some of the young bull stud’s supremely potent seed to breed his own secret stable of men to abuse and to destroy. But he quickly dismissed the thought, realizing that the continuation of the male gender was simply too dangerous a threat, especially with such a paragon of a man as the father of a revived human race. 


As the first night of tortures finally began to draw to an end, the giant Cyborg felt tremendous satisfaction with his latest acquisition and looked forward to many more days of abusing and tormenting the beautiful young stallion. And finally, when the young muscle man’s limits were reached and eventually exceeded, Dalton knew that he would revel in the destruction of the last and greatest set of testicles the human race had ever produced, and would smile in gruesome satisfaction as his final, massive, magnificent load of seed was pumped out onto the uncaring forest floor, his last sperm wasted and humanity’s last hopes crushed into broken beefy smithereens in the Cyborg’s huge hands. 

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Captive of the Cyborgs - Chapter 5 - The Stretching

Captive of the Cyborg – Part 5
The Stretching

Day One - Tortures Continue

Without warning, Dalton once again wrapped his massive fist around the base of Eric’s bloated, bruised, and horrifically swollen stud nuts, and mercilessly yanked them down to 12 inches from his muscular groin, three times their initial and already awesome dangle. Eric’s head flew back and his beautiful blue eyes snapped open in sheer agony, as a fresh bellow of extraordinary pain was ripped from his mighty lungs. 

Dalton had instantly yanked Eric’s balls farther than he had even stretched another man’s balls before, and very nearly to the same stretch that the sea creature had achieved earlier in the day. The brutal stretch made the already badly bruised orbs turn a dark purple as they were choked down to the very the bottom of their sac. 

But the cruel Cyborg was convinced that, even though no human had ever before achieved such a tremendous stretch to his balls, he would be able to stretch this amazing young muscle stud’s balls even farther. He was determined to break new endurance records for ball stretching, or destroy the young man’s spectacular bull nuts in the process. And even though the young man had already proved his mettle by surviving the most brutal ball pummeling in recorded history, the cruel Cyborg wasn’t going to give the exhausted stud a chance to rest before jumping right into the next torture. 

Ever so slowly, Dalton stretched Eric’s already screaming orbs to 12 ½ inches, then 13 inches. The huge orbs were bulging even more obscenely in their sac, looking like they would burst forth at any moment, but the Cyborg showed no signs of stopping yet. 

13 inches became 13 ½ inches, which became 14 inches, equalling the monumental stretch achieved by the sea creature earlier that same day. The ridiculously thin tube of flesh containing the all important pipes, cords, and blood vessels that kept Eric’s incredible balls attached and alive were straining mightily to not tear free. 

As more and more minutes tick by with agonizing slowness, Dalton slowly increased the 14-inch stretch to 14 ½ inches, then 15 inches, then 15 ½ inches. The neck of Eric’s dangerously thin scrotum didn’t appear capable of maintaining this grotesque stretch, let alone continuing to stretch any farther. The narrow scrotal neck was now long than the young man’s gargantuan horse cock when in its flaccid state. Yet, despite the tearing and searing agony in his balls, Eric’s bloated and distended cock was still hard as iron and pointing defiantly skyward. Eric’s screams of agony turned shrill, for it felt as if his massive balls were even now slowly tearing away from his straining crotch. 

Nearly an hour into the stretching torture, and 15 ½ inches became 16 amazing inches! The young man’s heroic balls were at their limit, stretched to four times their already abnormally huge dangle, ready to rip from his body at any moment. 

With even more agonizing slowness, Dalton continued the gradual and relentless stretch of Eric’s gargantuan balls. 

16 inches became 16 ¼ inches, which became 16 ½ inches. The mammoth orbs were now literally quivering on the razor’s edge of destruction, already stretched past any reasonable level of endurance. 

16 ¾ inches. The stud’s awesomely powerful ball cords were as taut as bowstrings and could snap at any moment. 

17 inches! Every curve and bump on Eric’s horribly distended and swollen nuts were clearly visible through the gossamer thin scrotal sac. No man could possibly endure so great a stretch! 

17 ¼ inches! Though Eric had just blown his six almighty orgasms only a little more than an hour ago, his mammoth cock was once again quivering in the throes of an impending orgasm. 

17 ½ inches! The supremely mighty young bull stud had gone beyond all possible human endurance and yet still somehow managed to survive, his heroic and valiant balls fighting against the unimaginable force that was trying to rip them from from Eric’s muscular crotch. 

17 ¾ inches!! Eric’s ball cords audibly groaned, a hairsbreadth from snapping, straining against all hope to somehow survive. 

18 inches!!! 

At a full 18 inches, creating an extraordinary and utterly unprecedented one and a half FEET of stretch between his straining, sweating crotch and his enormously bulging bull nuts, Dalton stopped any further stretching. The Cyborg knew from millennia of experience that he had finally reached the absolute limit of the young man’s most spectacular endurance. Dalton had succeeded in stretching the young stud’s bull nuts approximately ten full INCHES farther than any man’s nuts had ever been stretched before, and he was sure that given a couple of weeks of constant stretching and pulling, he would be able to get this marvelous muscle stud’s humongous bull balls stretched to a full 24 inches, and perhaps even beyond! 

Dalton held the young lad’s balls there at the limit of their steel-like ball cords for a seeming eternity, marveling at their tremendous power and strength that he could even now feel pulsing through his clenched fist. The Cyborg was very sorely tempted to give the quick, sharp tug that would end the young man’s spectacular masculinity forever, but with a great effort he resisted the urge, wanting the tortures of this beautiful young muscle man to last for weeks, perhaps even months. With this studly man’s obvious strength and stamina, Dalton was sure he could take this muscle god to extremes of torture never even IMAGINED before! 

Eric’s cock was still quivering mightily, right on the verge of orgasm, but the lack of any additional motion or contact was leaving the orgasm unfulfilled. Another kind of torture, and one that took full and cruel advantage of the young man’s super human virility. Despite the tearing agony in his loins, Eric was desperate to reach orgasm, and he began to buck his hips in a vain attempt to fuck something, ANYTHING, and thereby shoot his load. Dalton couldn’t believe the reaction, as the motion of the young man’s hips added even MORE strain on his already supremely overstretched nuts, and the Cyborg feared that the young man’s own tremendous virility and libido could lead him to rip off his own gargantuan gonads. 


It was an incredibly erotic and powerful sight, and Dalton enjoyed Eric’s sexual frustration for many long and agonizing minutes. He couldn’t believe that this young super stud, who had already blown the six biggest loads the Cyborg had ever seen, was already eager to go for his seventh. But Dalton was only too happy to assist the young man…and in the most painful way possible... 

Friday, July 10, 2015

Captive of the Cyborgs - Chapter 4 - The Beating Continues

Captive of the Cyborg – Part 4
The Beating Continues

Day One - Tortures Continued

Eric’s beautiful eyes were closed as he struggled to regain his breath, white hot agony throbbing through his well-busted balls. Thus it was that he did not see the next punch coming. 

Dalton’s fist sank with tremendous force directly into Eric’s already battered nuts, and the pain was so great that at first Eric could not make a sound. His blue eyes shot open and his mouth dropped in a silent gasp of agony, but it wasn’t until the second blow landed that he could find his voice again to scream his anguish to the uncaring night. 

Eric’s colossal cock hadn’t grown the least bit soft after his almighty orgasm, and it continued to quiver and throb as the beating began anew. Dalton was amazed at the kid’s staying power, and that even such utterly crushing testicular abuse could make this incredibly virile stud bust his nut.  As Dalton continued to rain devastating hammer blows into the young man’s soft and weakening testicles, the Cyborg began to think of other inventive tortures he could visit upon the massive young muscle hunk, and he began to toy with the idea of keeping his new stud captive around and intact for a little while longer...assuming he could survive the second brutal pummeling that the Cyborg was even now subjecting upon those mammoth bull balls. 

Only a few minutes into the beating, and Dalton could already sense that the muscle bound stud was nearing orgasm once again. His awesome well of super human virility had obviously been primed and pumped by the first round of abuse, and now the handsome young lad was ready to blow again. No doubt the young man’s response to pain was a built in mechanism programmed into his very DNA, a last ditch effort of his overproductive loins to impregnate something, anything, before his mighty gonads were reduced to mush. Eric’s frighteningly bruised balls became even harder as they painfully contracted in their sac, and his cock swelled even larger still, threatening to split its overstretched skin right down the center. Dalton knew that the young man’s second orgasm was only moments away. 

Sure enough, not five minutes after blowing his first monster load, the mighty muscle man began to spew his second massive load. Eric came like he hadn’t just pumped out the biggest load in human history a few minutes before. If anything, his second orgasm may have been even BIGGER than the first, and was certainly at least as violent and ferocious. Massive ropes and ribbons of cum shot into the air with spectacular force, falling from their great height to plaster the ultra muscular figures locked in brutal torment, recoating both hulking forms in yet another layer of Eric’s powerful jizz. 

This time, Dalton did not relent in the beating – not only did he continue pummeling Eric’s pulsating nuts throughout his second mammoth orgasm, he continued punishing them even when the massive, five-minute orgasm was finally complete and only a thin drool of cum was spilling from his distended, quivering penis. 

Eric’s deep bellows of agony were now constant, and every blow to his gigantic nuts felt like a nuclear explosion. He didn’t know how much more of this abuse he could endure, but he knew that the brutal giant would not relent until he had had his way with his muscular young captive. The young man despaired of ever winning his freedom, and he knew that his mighty and glorious manhood would soon be reduced to nothing.  

Dalton’s relentless pounding struck oil again after another half dozen minutes, and he was rewarded with a third titanic orgasm, a gusher of sperm every bit as big and powerful as the previous two. And as before, the cruel Cyborg did not pause in his abuse, but kept on pounding right on through the massive orgasm and beyond. 

Tears were now streaming down the handsome cheeks of the gorgeous muscle boy as the impending sense of loss and despair sank in, and he felt like his balls had already been reduced to rubble. In fact, his balls were becoming progressively squishier, steadily losing their resistance and resilience. Eric’s super fast healing abilities were working overtime to try to counteract the horrific abuse being suffered by his balls, but even Eric’s healing powers could not keep up with the speed or the devastating force with which the Cyborg’s blows were landing in his tortured nuts. Eric’s magnificent balls were slowly losing the titanic battle against the Cyborg’s pistoning fist. But despite the brutal beating they had already endured, Dalton could tell there was a great deal of strength left in those mighty bull nuts, and so the beatings continued. 

A fourth colossal orgasm was soon forced from Eric’s horrifically beaten balls, and then a fifth, and STILL the beating continued. The young muscle bull’s virility was truly off the charts, far surpassing anything that Dalton had ever seen, and the Cyborg was amazed not only by the heroic speed with which the young man’s huge balls recharged, but also the fact that they were able to do so under such brutal conditions. He was also glad that he’d hooked up his young captive to so many intravenous fluids, for the young man was cumming and purging his seminal fluids so quickly and so profusely that he might have otherwise expired from dehydration! 

Eric’s deep voice was hoarse from all the yelling and bellowing, and he continued to split the night with his agonized howls. Even the dire gorillas in their tree bowers miles away cowered at the sounds of his anguish, and were grateful that they were not the subjects of whatever terrible pain was befalling the fearsome Lord of the Jungle. 

After five massive orgasms in just one hour, Eric’s once-proud elephantine balls were looking much the worse for wear. They were so dark red with bruising that they were almost purple, and had swollen significantly under all the abuse to achieve an even more monstrous size. What’s more, they had become very soft and mushy under the relentless pounding. Dalton paused in the abuse to poke a finger into Eric’s bloated left nut, and his finger easily dug into the very heart of the thick ball meat, meeting little resistance. It almost felt like he was poking his finger into a humongous sack of warm oatmeal, yet the cruel Cyborg could tell that the two titanic orbs were still whole and intact despite their soft and very squishy nature. Eric’s balls were indeed all but reduced to mush, but Dalton felt sure with his millennia of ball busting experience that the young man’s mighty testes could endure still more abuse before bursting asunder. 

And so the beatings resumed once more. 

By this point, Eric’s meaty stud balls were so badly mauled that it felt like any one of the Cyborg’s devastating punches could be the one to split his balls wide open and destroy his singularly spectacular masculinity forever. But yet another minute of unbelievably brutal ball pummeling went by, then another, then another, and still, somehow, against all odds or logic, Eric’s balls endured. 

Dalton was almost beginning to wonder if the kid’s bull balls were truly indestructible. But then he finally began to feel the telltale signs that the behemoth balls were beginning to crack. The sickening crunch that accompanied each punch was sounding even wetter and sloshier than before, and he knew that he was finally nearing the very end of the young man’s awesome endurance. It wouldn’t be long now before the astonishingly tough and durable outer shells of those two balls would start to crack and split open, spilling his delicate nut meat into his huge hairy sac where the Cyborg’s fist could make short work of them. 

But the cruel and brutal Cyborg, ever one to test the ultimate limits of his captives, was determined to pound one more load out of these massive, supremely battered vessels of manhood, or destroy them trying. 

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

Eric’s massive cock began to show the tell-tale rumblings of an impending volcanic explosion of cum. But would it be in time to save his massive bull nuts from being pulverized into smithereens? 

BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!!

The young man’s balls are truly beginning to crumble. The Cyborg’s mighty fist is barely meeting any resistance now as it plunges into the very heart of Eric’s awesome masculinity, over and over again, softening up the tender tissues within and slowly reducing them to pulp. Even if Dalton were to stop the brutal beating now, Eric’s incredible bull balls might never be the same! 

BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! 

Eric threw back his head and let out an almighty bellow, and at the same moment the biggest slug of cum Dalton had ever seen erupted from the young man’s defiantly thundering cock. The titanic wad of cum was thicker than a finger and at least 10 feet long, blasting higher and harder than any of the young muscle stud’s previous ejaculations. 

A virtual flood of cum followed, a colossal deluge of sperm of unparalleled proportions. Dalton could not believe his eyes, for this sixth load was proving to be Eric’s greatest orgasm yet! Gout after massive gout erupted out of the young man’s huge horse cock with such force that you could actually HEAR the sperm spurting out of the tip! 

The Cyborg started to grow cautious at this point, for he did not want to prematurely rupture the muscle man’s bull nuts as he thundered out the greatest orgasm of his young life. The young stud’s balls had become so weakened by the abuse that any single blow could now prove to be fatal. Though part of Dalton wanted nothing more than to make the young man’s colossal cajones explode in a shower of blood and gore, another part of him wanted to make the tortures last and subject this most remarkable young stud to endless variations of torture, pushing him to his utter limits again and again but stopping just shy of destroying him. Dalton fought hard against this mighty internal struggle, trying to pull his punches before it was too late. 

But in the end, the lust-crazed giant could not help himself. After every fifth or sixth massive blast of cum, Dalton cocked back his massive fist and planted a full force punch directly into Eric’s nearly shattered testicles. Each blow nearly completely flattened the orbs between the two massive clenched fists, but they somehow continued to survive, rebounding to their original shape when the fist was removed and wobbling like they were filled with jelly, but defiantly continuing to endure. 

BAM!!!

SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT! 

BAM!!!

SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT! 

BAM!!!!

SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT! 

BAM!!!!

SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT! 

On and on and on, the brutal beating and plundering of Eric’s loins continued. At any moment, the young man’s balls could burst asunder like a pair of rotting melons, but instead they miraculously and heroically continued to endure, pumping out ever more of their precious cargo. 

Eric’s massive muscles were shaking violently as the brutal ball pain ripped through his body. Dalton wondered if the agony might be so great that the young stud died of heart failure, but he did not show any sympathy or compassion, and just continued the terrific abuse. 

BAM!!!!

SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT! 

BAM!!!!

SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT! 

BAM!!!!!

SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT! 

BAM!!!!!

SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT!   SPURT! 

Four minutes became five, and then six, and then seven, and STILL the granddaddy of all monster orgasms raged onward. But finally, after nearly eight minutes, the monumental orgasm began to ebb. Each pile driver blow of Dalton’s fist forced a mighty wad of cum to erupt from Eric’s distended bull cock, but the size of even these wads began to diminish. 

Finally, Dalton’s blows produced only a small burp of gelatinous cum with each punishing strike, and then nothing at all. Eric’s magnificent bull balls, the most potent and virile set of testicles in history, were finally spermed out. 

BAM!!!
BAM!!!
BAM!!!

The Cyborg punched again, and again, and once again, all in quick succession, his fist slamming with the greatest force yet into Eric’s quivering, crumbling balls, and then he was done. 

Eric’s handsome head slumped forward in exhaustion, his massive chest heaving as he struggled to regain his breath. His massive, mighty muscles were completely coated in a thick sheen of his own incredibly gloopy jism. Entire sheets of sticky sperm hung and dripped off of his gloriously muscular body in thick ropes and cables to join the gigantic mess of cum on the forest floor. So much cum had already accumulated on the ground – at least a dozen GALLONS of the stuff! – that the earth was rapidly turning muddy and a large pool of cum was starting to form. 

Astoundingly, Eric’s rampant cock was still as solid as warm steel, virtually vibrating with unbridled sex and power, and clearly ready for round seven, even if the rest of the young man’s exhausted body was not. The dregs of his six mammoth cum loads continued to burp from the grossly distended tip, hanging in long ribbons of cum that stretched from the tip of his monster cock almost all the way to the soaked ground below. 

Dalton finally released Eric’s almost completely scrambled ostrich eggs, letting them fall heavily to hang at the bottom of their horribly bruised and abraded scrotum. The huge orbs were swollen even larger than melons from the inhuman abuse and were visibly throbbing in agony. They were also hanging incredibly low – the continuous and merciless beating and stretching had left Eric’s huge balls hanging an awesome 8 full inches from his crotch, looking even more massive and vulnerable than ever. But despite almost an hour and a half of constant pounding that would have reduced granite boulders into dust, the massive balls somehow still maintained their healthy egg shapes, and appeared to still be intact! 


Amazed, the Cyborg reached out a gargantuan hand and cupped the massive, sperm-slick balls, which were now swollen so large that they did indeed overflow even his gigantic hand. He rolled the incredibly huge and heavy orbs across his palm, once again reveling in their unprecedented size and heft, and could tell that the mighty orbs were still very much alive and fertile. Indeed, though just one blow would likely have shattered these glorious gonads forever, Dalton could tell that the huge balls had not yet suffered any permanent harm. Indeed, they still felt like they might contain a load or two within their incredibly dense and beefy depths… 

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Captive of the Cyborgs - Chapter 3 - The Tortures Begin

Captive of the Cyborg – Part 3
The Tortures Begin

Day One

Eric awakened some time later, and as he regained consciousness, he was at first shocked and overjoyed that he was somehow still alive. But that joy quickly turned to fear as he realized his new predicament. 

Eric had been tied spread eagled between two truly massive jungle trees that stood perhaps 30 feet apart, his muscled body suspended at least ten feet off the ground. His wrists and ankles were encased in very thick manacles of some dull gray metal, an advanced composite of metals and ceramics that would no doubt prove too strong for even Eric’s fearsome strength to break. Chains of the same material, formed of very large links, ran from each manacle to the towering trunks of the two nearby trees, with each chain wrapped five or six times around the colossal girth of the trees before being locked into place. 

The handsome golden haired muscle boy also noticed that plastic tubing snaked down both sets of chains leading to his wrists, and that the ends of these tubes were inserted into his own veins in his corded forearms. The far ends of these tubes ended in fluid-filled bags suspended from branches in the huge trees to either side of him. Eric knew from the recordings of countless thousands of torture and emasculation sessions with human males that these suspended bags and plastic tubing were providing him with a steady supply of fluids, nutrients, calories, and amino acids -- basically, everything that his body needed to maintain health and vigor. Cyborgs apparently found it disappointing to have their captive charges expire from anything as mundane as dehydration or starvation, so such intravenous solutions were frequently used to keep captive males in top condition...until it was time to destroy their testicles and kill them. 

The jungle world's primary sun, a gigantic yellow orb, was just beginning to set in the east, sending slanting golden rays across the vista before him. The young hunk could see that he was on the edge of a large clearing, and as he shook the last of the grogginess from his head, he immediately recognized that he was in his home meadow, and that his home – the crashed escape pod – was in the near distance. 

A sick feeling of dread crept into the young hunk’s intensely muscular stomach, for he well knew the horror stories of what Cyborgs did to their male captives. The memories of the stories of torture, mutilation, and murder he learned as a boy from his parents and shipmates, as well as the recordings within the ship computer’s own databanks, now made his blood run cold. 

Eric began to pull on the chains that were binding him, struggling to break free and escape, but it was no use. Despite his massive muscles and super human strength, the chains holding him captive were far stronger, and Eric quickly realized that escape was futile. 

Just as the last rays of the yellow sun began to dip below the horizon, leaving only the dim orange and red suns to illuminate the vast sky, a dozen bright lights lit up all around the captive muscle boy. Eric was momentarily blinded by the blazing lights, which illuminated the young man and the clearing before him brighter than if it was high noon. 

From the shadows outside the circle of illumination stepped a gargantuan figure. As the huge figure moved into the light, Eric could see that it was the Cyborg he had seen out by the lake. The Cyborg was built like a gigantic human male, but even though Eric was suspended 10 feet above the ground, his gorgeous blue eyes were just barely level with the glinting, evil gaze of the huge Cyborg. The giant was freakishly muscular, a cruel and brutal parody of Eric’s own enormous but perfectly proportioned physique. A wicked smile curved the giant’s handsome features, and Eric was suddenly very aware that he was very naked, and very, very vulnerable. 

Eric redoubled his efforts to escape his bonds, his eyes round with fear at the approaching Cyborg. The Cyborg paused and grinned, admiring the young man’s tenacity and fighting spirit, for he knew it would make his punishment and ultimate destruction all the sweeter. 

To the Cyborg’s amazement, the young man’s enormous mule dick began to grow hard, apparently galvanized by the muscle boy’s fear. The thick and incredibly long 14 ½ inch flaccid cock began to grow thicker and thicker, adding perhaps an inch in length but still pointing straight down. Then in a matter of a few rapid heartbeats, the mighty organ began to add more length and started cranking itself skyward. With each powerful beat of the young muscle stud’s mighty heart, more and more blood was forced into the massive member, causing it to pulse larger and higher with each passing moment. The sight was awesomely impressive, even to a jaded Cyborg like Dalton, for no human male had ever possessed a cock of such gargantuan size. 

In another half dozen heartbeats, Eric’s monster cock was fully tumescent, the mighty battering ram of a cock measuring over 19 ½ inches in length, more than 3 ½ inches in girth at the base (its narrowest point), and pointing defiantly skyward and throbbing dramatically to the young man’s thundering heart beat. 

Dalton smiled, revealing his white, even teeth. He knew had captured the ultimate prize, and was eager to begin playing with the huge and rock hard muscle boy. With the immensely muscular young buck securely bound, Dalton was able to drink in all of the young man’s awesome beauty, and to admire his greatest assets of all – his gargantuan genitals. 

Dalton had existed since the beginning of the Human-Cyborg wars almost 6,000 years ago, and he had never in all those years seen a human who came close to this male’s equal in any attribute, including his colossal mule dick. The young stud’s massive, meaty horse cock was nearly as thick as the lad’s awesomely muscular forearm. The thick, beefy shaft was gnarled and meaty, thick at the base, thicker in the middle, and tapering slightly toward the tip, ending in a huge flaring knob of a head the size of one of the young man’s huge fists. 

And now that the young stud’s monster cock was fully engorged and out of the way, Dalton could gaze upon the greatest prize of all. 

The young muscle man’s monstrous bull balls were even more astounding than his gargantuan cock. Each colossal orb was so enormous as to be obscene, for even on Eric’s massively muscular frame they looked oversized and out of place. Both mighty orbs were extraordinarily dense and heavy, weighing down the young stud’s hairy and voluminous ballsac to such an extent that his huge orbs naturally hung over 4 inches from his crotch, looking for all the world like a massive pair of ripe, succulent fruits ready for the plucking. Dalton estimated that those twin bull nuts had to weigh a good 10 pounds, perhaps even more, and looked to be jam-packed full of the young stud’s powerful sperm. 

Dalton reached out with his massive cybernetic hand and gently cupped one of the young male’s titanic nuts, eliciting a soft groan from the handsome stud. His enormous, rampant cock throbbed powerfully, making Dalton grin with delight, for he knew that fortune has smiled upon him yet again – his young captive got aroused by attention to his testicles. And as Dalton had seen during Eric’s recent altercation with the sea creature, even horrific testicular abuse could bring the young muscle man to thundering orgasm. 

Despite the huge size of the Cyborg’s gigantic hand, the young man’s massive bull ball filled Dalton’s hand nearly to overflowing. The giant gonad felt soft and yielding in the Cyborg’s huge paw, yet Dalton could feel the incredible power and strength that surged through that weighty, turgid, pendulous, cum-swollen nut. Dalton realized with a shock that he had to rethink his estimate of the weight of those two mighty bull nuts – they were so dense and beefy that they felt like they weighed more than 10 pounds EACH! It was no WONDER that his scrotum was stretched to such an awesome length - the young bull had more than 20 POUNDS of dense beef swinging in that huge hairy bag!!  

The Cyborg rolled the incredibly heavy handful of bloated stud nut in its hand, enjoying the feel of the soft yet solid bull ball in his palm, and admiring its astounding mass and heft. With a few experimental squeezes, Dalton also determined that these were by far the densest testicles he had ever encountered. The huge orbs were packed incredibly tight with thick, beefy ball meat, making them even more tough and durable than he could have imagined. The gargantuan nut barely deformed in the Cyborg’s hand as he squeezed a bit harder. Again Dalton smiled, knowing that the density and sheer toughness of the hunky male’s balls would allow them to endure even greater tortures. 

And it was now time to start testing the strength of those almighty gonads. 

The Pummeling

Eager to test the young buck’s strength, Dalton begins to close his massive hand around the thick base of the young man’s nuts, trapping both of the mammoth orbs in the bottom of their bulging sac. First one thick finger encircled the thick neck of Eric’s scrotum, and then a second, and then a third, slowly forcing the young man’s orbs farther and farther down in his sac. Six inches became seven, then eight, and then nine as more and more of the Cyborg’s fist encircled the bulging stud nuts. Ten inches, then 11 inches, causing the young man’s thick ball cords to strain once again. The Cyborg’s hand was so huge that Eric’s behemoth bull balls were finally stretched to a full 12 inches from his crotch before Dalton’s hand could fully close, a painful stretch that tripled their normal dangle and left them bulging, bright red, shiny, and completely vulnerable and exposed, at the very base of their velvety sac. 

Then, locking his gaze with that of his young blue-eyed captive, Dalton gave the massive orbs a light tap with his other hand, creating a light but beefy smack of flesh on flesh. Eric’s monster cock gave a slight lurch, but the young man otherwise did not visibly respond to the light ball tap. 

Eric returned the Cyborg’s gaze defiantly, which only made Dalton smirk and tap the big balls again, and again, and once again, each time striking them just a little harder. The slapping of Dalton’s huge hand against the trapped bull nuts produced progressively louder beefy smacking sounds. As the Cyborg’s blows became harder and more powerful, he could see Eric’s eyes flinching in response to the growing pain. The young muscle stud continued to refuse to cry out in pain, however, and stoically endured the abuse, even when the Cyborg’s palm began crushing his mighty gonads to half their normal thickness on each powerful blow. 

Dalton was truly enjoying this game, for the young man’s pain threshold was obviously extraordinarily high, and his huge balls were even more dense and resilient than he could have hoped. The Cyborg was now using power that had obliterated some fairly powerful bull balls in the past, and yet this young stud was not only enduring it, he was continuing to hold back and not cry out in torment. The young man’s gorgeous and powerful jaw was clenched in obvious pain, but he continued to maintain his defiant stare with Dalton, even when the Cyborg’s blows became full on punches that landed deep within Eric’s dense ball meat. 

BAM!     BAM!     BAM!     BAM!     BAM!     BAM!      

Over and over, Dalton slammed his fist into Eric’s incredibly tough nuts. The Cyborg was using a hell of a lot of force at this point, but barely a fraction of his true strength. If he wanted to, Dalton knew he could utterly obliterate Eric’s gigantic bull balls with just one massive blow without even working up a sweat, but the Cyborg wanted to prolong Eric’s agony as much as possible, and test the young muscle stud’s limits before he eventually emasculated him. 

BAM!   BAM!   BAM!   BAM!   BAM!   BAM!   BAM!   BAM!

Eric’s stoic resistance began to fail as white hot agony exploded in his mighty balls with each awesome blow of the Cyborg’s fist. The giant Cyborg was now landing blows that could crack boulders and would have very quickly reduced any other human male’s balls to rubble, but the young muscle man fought on. The handsome lad was now grunting in pain with each blow, and these grunts soon turned to groans and moans, but he still refused to cry out. Dalton once again admired the young muscle boy’s bravery and resilience, and redoubled his efforts to break him. 

BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! 

Surely no human male could endure such abuse, no matter how huge or powerful his balls! Hundreds of massive hammer blows had already landed into Eric’s screaming bull balls, each one more powerful than the last, and STILL he endured! The young muscle man’s balls were clearly as hard as rocks and tougher than steel! The Cyborg was overjoyed to have found such a worthy opponent, a young male who was worthy of the brutal tortures that Dalton had longed for millennia to inflict on a man. 

But even as he was tremendously impressed by the young man’s unparalleled strength and stamina, Dalton could sense the mighty resilience of those two mammoth nuts beginning to fade. His pumping, pummeling fist was now sinking deep into the very heart of Eric’s enormous balls, squashing them nearly flat against his other confining fist with each crushing blow. He watched in fascination at his fist sank into the massive twin gonads on each blow, the huge balls distorting and bending obscenely around both fists, trying vainly to escape the awesomely brutal abuse. The huge balls were trapped between an immovable object and an unstoppable force, and their ability to absorb and endure each terrific blow was starting to wear away. The great orbs themselves were by now shining an angry red from all the abuse, and were beginning to show signs of swelling, but they heroically continued to endure abuse that would have shattered any other man’s balls a hundred times, a thousand times over. 

At the same time, copious amounts of precum began to burp out of Eric’s distended piss slit and run down the bloated shaft in a thickening river. The young man’s virility was going into overdrive with all of the brutal testicular abuse, and the Cyborg knew it was only a matter of time before the stud kid would blow his massive load. 

Dalton was an unchallenged expert on torture, and was one of the most talented Cyborgs in the entire Empire at pushing his charges to the razor’s edge of their limits and holding them there for an excruciatingly long period of time. This extraordinary young muscle hunk was already enduring far more brutal abuse than Dalton had ever before inflicted on a man’s balls, and yet the massive Cyborg knew he could take even MORE. A whole HELL of a lot more, in fact. However, he also knew that he was nearing the danger zone with the young stud, and needed to be careful to not push things too much further or risk bursting the young man’s titanic testicles too soon. 

But Dalton was overwhelmed by a determination to make his beautiful young muscle boy sing, and so he threw caution to the wind and began striking with potentially lethal force. 

BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! 

Eric suddenly threw back his achingly handsome head and let out a bellow of pure agony, a bellow so thunderously powerful that it echoed across the large clearing and startled nearby birds from their roosts. Each loud and intensely beefy smack of Dalton’s massive fist connecting with Eric’s bloated and crumbling bull balls was now accompanied by a wet and sickening crunching sound, as the very meat of the young man’s bull balls threatened to be reduced to worthless mush by the horrific beating. And still Dalton’s destructive blows rained down upon Eric’s helpless balls, and STILL the mighty bull balls somehow endured. 

Eric’s cock suddenly swelled even larger still and began quivering like a plucked guitar string, the massive apple of a head growing an even darker red as more blood was forced into the behemoth organ. 

Dalton’s grin grew even wider. Any moment now…

BAM!!!!!

Dalton landed his mightiest blow yet, burying his fist so deep into Eric’s thick, squishy ball meat that he could almost feel his knuckles slamming into this other clenched fist.  

Eric’s huge muscle cock suddenly let loose with a mighty orgasm, the first massive wad blasting at least 10 feet straight up into the air between the two warring muscle men before beginning its descent. As the first mighty blast reached its peak, a second and even larger blast followed right on its tail, a truly massive wad of super sperm. A third blast followed, then a fourth, and a fifth, and a sixth, an in unending display of virile defiance and hyper masculine power. 

The mighty muscle kid’s virility was beyond anything that Dalton had ever seen before from man or beast. Just the first few blasts alone had both him and the young muscle stud coated and festooned with great streamers and globs and ropes of the stud’s thick and creamy ejaculate, and there was clearly a whole lot more of the stuff yet to cum. Dalton continued his relentless pounding of Eric’s turgid nuts, causing them to cough up more of their massive load of sperm even as they continued to crumble toward destruction. 

On and on Eric’s orgasm raged – one minute, then two minutes, then THREE minutes of continuous, humongous, knock-you-to-the-ground blasts of his thick and gamey spunk. They were both long since coated in layers and sheets of the amazingly thick and chunky effluvium, and yet still more of the stuff was being freshly ejected from the young man’s thunderously pounding cock! The kid was truly a muscle GOD!! 

At four minutes, Eric’s orgasm began to diminish in size and intensity, the blasts of cum spaced farther apart and growing steadily smaller – if still magnificently impressive – in size. Finally, at over five full minutes of continuous cumming, Eric’s titanic orgasm ebbed and ceased. 

Dalton maintained his grip on the distended neck of the horrifically bruised and swollen bull nuts, but paused in his pummeling abuse to take in the sight. The young bull stud had pumped out what looked like several GALLONS of his almighty spew, coating his glorious physique in multiple layers of his own hot nut juices. Dalton’s gigantic torso and colossal arms were also thickly covered in clotted sperm, and the ground beneath the suspended muscle boy was also soaked with the excess cum. 

Even Dalton had to admit that he was mightily impressed. No human male, nor any other beast the Cyborg had ever encountered, had ever produced such a massive load before, let alone done so a few mere hours after a previous titanic orgasm. The Cyborg’s estimation of his young captive went up yet a few more notches. 

The Cyborg flexed his gripping hand, giving the tops of Eric’s battered balls a gentle squeeze. Though Dalton did not exert a lot of force in the squeeze, Eric’s balls were so tremendously sore and bruised from the brutal beating they had already received that the young man winced in significant pain at even that relatively gentle touch. Dalton could tell that he had caused the young man a great deal of pain, but he could also tell that the young muscle stud’s enormous balls were not only still largely undamaged and intact, but could still withstand a whole lot more abuse. Even more astoundingly, the giant could also tell that there was a whole lot more sperm still sloshing around inside of those massive orbs, and he was determined to force the hot muscle stud to spill every last precious ounce of his seed onto the uncaring earth. 

So forming a fist with his free hand, Dalton prepared to resume the beating…