Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 36 - Torturers Take a Bow

Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 36

Torturers Take a Bow

Few members of the massive audience were the least bit surprised when young Eric survived the unimaginably brutal neuron whip torture at the hands of the 12 cruel Cyborgs. The young man had already proven himself stronger and more resilient than any 100 other prisoners ever captured by the Cyborgs, surviving abuses that had killed countless lesser men. And not just survive, but also pump out untold gallons of rich spunk from his massive nuts, pouring out his male essence from the seemingly bottomless well of his epic and extraordinary virility. 

It therefore seemed a forgone conclusion to most of the spectators that the young muscle bull would survive what had previously been utterly unimaginable -- 24 hours of continuous, relentless abuse by 12 expert torturers wielding a total of 60 deadly and fearsome neuron whips. But in truth, it had been a very close thing. Eric now hung limp and nearly lifeless in his restraints after being mercilessly whipped and beaten to the utter limit of his awesome endurance. His entire fantastically muscular body was now a complex latticework of welts and red stripes, evidence of thousands and thousands of brutal strikes with the articulated metal whips. 

And nowhere was this evidence more dramatic and raw than in the young stud’s gargantuan genitals, which were so swollen, blistered, and mutilated that they almost didn’t appear human. Eric’s mighty cock was an almost uniformly purplish-red from lacerations and bruises, and his colossal cojones were even worse off. It was truly a wonder that those two huge testicles hadn’t simply exploded under the intense bolts of plasma energy that had been hammered into them, or cooked clear through, or simply crushed to lifelessness in the impossibly tight coils of multiple whips. 

But somehow, miraculously, Eric had survived even this final and most brutal of punishments by his 12 tormentors. These dozen torture experts were now facing the audience, and the trillions of Cyborgs and thralls watching the live broadcast across the unimaginably vast galaxy, smiling in smug satisfaction at a job well done as they took their bows and prepared to leave the arena. The torturers were greeted with thunderous applause by an extremely appreciative audience, who knew that they had seen a show of such spectacular brutality and manliness that they would never see its like again. 

The cruel torturers smiled and bowed for a very long time, soaking in the crowd’s great praise, which also allowed the young muscle man to begin healing some of the worst of his injuries. Normal coloration was slowly returning to his bruised and battered flesh, and the swelling and puffiness around his cock, balls, and thick nipples started to decrease as well. The Cyborgs were cleverly using the crowd’s thunderous standing ovation to give the handsome and helpless young man some brief time to rest and recuperate before the final act began. 

But even Eric’s short respite was not without its own measure of fresh abuse. The 12 torturers had their backs to the young captive, and the more than four dozen goliath testicle slugs, sensing the source of the bounty of cum nearby and unguarded, began to undulate and slither toward the young man, their grossly fat and bloated bodies oozing and splashing loudly across the cum drenched floor. The roar of the crowd drowned out any noise the huge beasts made, however, and they converged on the young stud from all sides, ignored and unnoticed by the Cyborgs. 

Eric saw their approach, however, and he grew terrified as the bloated beasts drew ever closer. He began to breath a sigh of relief when he realized that he was suspended too far off the ground for them to reach him, but then he felt a sharp tug at his balls. And then another. And another. And he quickly realized that he was in serious danger once again. 

The 75-ton weight tearing at the young man’s gargantuan balls had been very carefully calibrated to brutally stretch Eric’s nuts to their absolute limit, but just shy of ripping the massive gonads from the young man’s enormously muscular body, and as a result the mammoth sphere was hovering mere inches above the floor — easily accessible to the undulating slugs. The titanic grubs quickly realized that they could climb the huge, 10-foot-diameter titanium sphere to get to the feast of ball flesh dangling tantalizingly outside their reach. First one, then another, and then another began to climb onto the sphere and undulate their way upward -- in the meantime adding their tremendous weight to the already titanic mass of metal tearing at the young man’s screaming nuts. 

Eric began to bellow in renewed agony, his tortured and overstretched ball cords threatening to finally snap at the ungodly strain. But none of the 12 Cyborgs seemed to notice, so engrossed were they by the crowd’s rapturous applause. 

Dalton suddenly seemed to sense that something was wrong, however, and he spun around to find more than a dozen enormous testicle leeches hanging from the sphere, with more joining them even as he watched. With each of the massive, cum-engorged grubs weighing half a ton or more (having grown to even more monstrous size after feasting on the vast lake of male effluvium flooding the arena floor), the slugs already mounted upon the sphere were adding a good 7 or 8 tons more weight to that yanking at Eric’s colossal stud nuts, exceeding by far any conceivable tolerance level. Worse, some of the leeches were already just a few feet away from their prize, the gigantic globes of man meat themselves, and their huge, slavering mouths were open wide, exposing rows of razor sharp teeth that were preparing to chomp down on a feast of supremely beefy ball flesh. 

The giant Cyborg sprung into action, grabbing two neuron whips from the floor and then leaping through the air, clearing the space between the dais steps and the bound super hunk in just a few bounding steps. His whips crackled through the air and snapped just as the first huge beast was about to chomp down into Eric’s quivering right nut, and the two whips struck the leech with such force that it was knocked right off the sphere. Three others were right behind it, though, and Dalton knew with a start of panic that he wouldn’t be able to reach the handsome hunk in time. The desperate Cyborg would have a front row seat to witness the massive slugs bite and gnash at Eric’s wondrous bull balls, gulping down the largest, mightiest, beefiest, and creamiest balls ever created. 

Suddenly, a series of sharp retorts echoed across the arena floor, and the slugs nearest Eric’s shuddering balls were unseated from their high perches. Some of the other Cyborgs had noticed the young man’s peril as well, and had responded in kind, grabbing neuron whips and slashing the beasts off of the titanium sphere. The torturers rushed forward as a team and quickly forced all of the giant testicle leeches off of the sphere, thus saving young Eric from the double danger of having his balls both ripped off and gnashed to bits by the gigantic vermin. 

Every occupant of the arena seemed to heave a sigh of relief at the near miss. With the greatest spectacle of them all about to begin, the audience would have hated to see the handsome and massively built captive nutted so close to the start of the final and ultimate torture -- his castration by none other than Optimus himself! 

Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 35 - Assault with the Neuron Whips

Captive of the Cyborgs — Part 35

Assault with the Neuron Whips

As a spectacular climax to the 30-day festival, it was decided that all 12 Cyborgs would participate together in one final brutal assault on the beautiful bound muscle man. If the handsome young hunk could endure and survive this final punishment, then he would be deemed worthy to be tortured and destroyed by Optimus himself. The crowd went wild at this announcement, and the Cyborgs watching the festival both in person and on live broadcast across the galaxy were filled with an excited anticipation waiting to see what this final punishment would be. 

Young Eric was still in the same location he had occupied for the past 29 days, securely manacled within a huge steel ring, and presented in all of his gloriously muscular and naked magnificence in the center of the arena floor. Thick titanium alloy shackles bound him at wrist and ankle, forcing his huge and massively muscular frame to hang spread eagled about a dozen feet above the arena floor. Eric’s fantastically powerful and heroically muscular physique was wide open and on full display, his incredibly thick, fully pumped muscles tensing and flexing impressively as he still stubbornly struggled to escape, fearful and anxious about whatever punishment was going to be meted to him next.

The stunningly handsome stud had been in the clutches of the evil Cyborg race for just over six months, and he was exhausted and weary down to his bones. But his fantastically powerful and muscular body had grown even stronger under all of the constant abuse, his enormous muscles tightening and swelling even larger and more dense with pure power, his resilience magnified one hundred fold. 

Nowhere was this increased strength more evident than in the young muscle bull’s gargantuan genitals. Eric’s cock had been in a continual state of arousal for more than three straight months now, and as a result had bloated even larger than ever before. Six months ago, the young stallion possessed what was already the largest and most oversized bull cock in human history, a true beast of a cock measuring 19 ½ inches long and just over 4 inches in diameter. This record breaking pud had grown to even more extraordinary dimensions over the past half year, adding three inches in length to push the measuring tape to an unbelievable 22 ½ mammoth inches of the thickest, hardest, beefiest, veiniest, hottest man meat to ever grace a human male. The gnarled and muscular shaft was thicker than the young man’s own massive forearms, measuring a hole-busting 4 ½ inches at its widest point, just behind the enormous, fist-sized cock head, a huge, reddish-purple glans larger than the young man’s own massive fist. The mighty, magnificent organ was only matched in its size by its awesome beauty. It was a bull cock of legendary proportions that had no rivals in the biological realm. 

But it was Eric’s almighty bull balls that were his true crowning glory. The young man’s most massive of testicles had proven over and over and over again that they were the largest, strongest, toughest, and mightiest of gonads to ever exist, as well as being the most phenomenally potent and virile. In the past 29 days, those two titans of fecundity had pumped out thousands of gallons of the young man’s incredibly rich and vital spew. The arena floor would have been ankle deep in the sticky stuff by now if it hadn’t been for the more than four dozen testicle leeches that had been ‘birthed’ from Eric’s mighty bull nuts a week earlier. These gigantic slugs had grown even more enormous by feasting on the vast abundance of splooge that Eric had blasted all over the arena floor, and had now grown into truly obscene specimens, some weighing even more than Eric’s own colossal 550 pounds! 

Eric’s humongous balls were currently demonstrating their ferocious strength, for the cruel Cyborgs had suspended a 10-foot-diameter titanium sphere from the young man’s screaming nuts. The gigantic metal sphere weighed an astounding 150,000 pounds -- an unbelievable 75 TONS!!! -- and it was being held in the air by nothing more than the fantastically strong and tough cords and ligaments anchoring the young man’s huge balls to his muscular body. The sight was as profoundly erotic as it was unimaginably painful for the young muscle bull, for the titanic weight pulled Eric’s beefy, burly balls down to their maximum stretch of 24 inches, and in the process also yanked his mammoth, rock hard horse cock down from its normally vertical position to almost horizontal. The handsome lad was constantly moaning and groaning in extreme agony, but his mighty balls held...for now... 

Eric’s colossal balls now bulged bright red and shiny at the utter end of their impossibly long and perilously narrow scrotum. The thick tubes, veins, and mighty cables that tethered those most magnificent of testicles to Eric’s powerful body could all be clearly seen through the gossamer skin in the slender neck of his ballsac, the thick cords taut as bowstrings as they fought valiantly to support the 75-ton sphere mercilessly tearing at them. 

Whatever fluke of nature or masterpiece of genetic manipulation had produced a bull stud of such phenomenal power and strength, the Cyborgs all knew that they could never allow such a male to live. 

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The 30th day of Eric’s torture finally arrived, the final day before the young muscle man’s ultimate emasculation and execution. More than a million Cyborg spectators crowded the arena stands to beyond full capacity, the enormous audience crowded so close together that they could barely move. Every Cyborg that could possibly attend this spectacular show had found a way to shove and jostle and force his way into the colossal arena. There could have been seating for one hundred times the size of this crowd, though, and there still wouldn’t have been room enough for everyone who wanted to attend. 

The method of today’s brutal torture had been announced, and as the 12 torturers rose up from beneath the arena floor, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause as they saw the weapons held in each torturer’s hands. 

The identical weapons consisted of a large handle connected to a thick rope over 40 feet long made from beautifully segmented titanium. This articulated metal formed a rope of very supple design, able to curve and twist and sail through the air with as much fluidity and grace as a rawhide whip. The weapons were known as neuron whips, and were one of the most feared and dreaded tools in the Cyborgs’ vast arsenal. 

A power switch in the weapon’s handle turned on the neuron whip, which made the long braided metal start to hum with raw power and glow with a soft golden light. Each whip generated a plasma field of intense energy, designed to generate searing pain in every nerve ending it touched. The weapon combined two brutal torture elements into one -- a thick steel whip that could lay open flesh and flay muscle from bone, and an intense energy field that poured raw energy into the victim and inflicted maximum pain. 

Most males that had been subjected to a neuron whip had expired rather quickly, torn to shreds by the braided metal cord, electrocuted by the massive bolts of raw energy coursing through their bodies, or simply slain by the insanely intense pain. The Cyborg scientists had tested handsome young Eric at length, though, and had determined that the extraordinary powerful and resilient muscle bull could likely survive a beating with a neuron whip. 

Unfortunately for the trussed up super hunk, he wasn’t going to be beaten with just ONE neuron whip. 

The 12 torturers facing the massive muscle stud came in a wide variety of shapes and sizes. Some, like Dalton and the enormous jackhammer-fisted brute, were bipedal and essentially humanoid in appearance. Others, however, were shaped in ways completely foreign to a being descended from Terran stock. A floating sphere, a praying mantis, a scuttling crab, an amorphous blob -- these Cyborgs didn’t resemble anything remotely human. And because of these varied shapes, the 12 Cyborgs all had varying numbers of “hands”, be they attached to arms, claws, tentacles, or pseudopods. And each and every one of these hands now held a neuron whip. Dalton and several others were limited to just two whips each, while others had three, four, of even six. One writhing tentacled horror actually held a DOZEN of the deadly weapons, their braided metal cords making a beautiful complicated dance in the air. 

In all, there were 60 neuron whips being wielded in the hands of the 12 torturers, and each and every one of these fearsome weapons were about to be brought to bear upon monstrously muscular and perfectly proportioned physique of the achingly handsome young male. 

At some unseen signal, the 12 Cyborgs simultaneously powered up their weapons, filling the air with a loud hum and buzz of energy, and then the brutal torture began. 

The goal of the punishment was deceptively simple -- to make the handsome young bull jettison his mighty load of cum. The catch -- the Cyborgs could only use their plasma neuron whips to get the young man’s huge rocks off. 

The competition began with the 12 Cyborgs forming a circle around Eric, dancing their wicked whips through the air and toying with their gorgeous, defenseless captive. The expert torturers had seen untold thousands of stunning examples of masculinity over the millennia, but no previous victim could compare to the sheer size and beauty of this young man. The Cyborgs spent several long minutes simply admiring the muscle boy’s extraordinary physique and drinking in the sight of his massive and perfectly formed musculature. 

Without warning, the first Cyborg struck, landing a blow full across the awesome width of Eric’s extraordinarily powerful back. The young man arched his muscular body backward in extreme agony as the plasma field set every nerve ending in his back on fire, a sharp yelp of surprise and pain escaping his lips. The lash raised a angry red welt in its passing after sending a huge jolt of energy through the young man’s massive body. Eric’s enormous muscles tensed and bulged in stunningly etched relief from the pain, making his physique look even more tantalizing and spectacular. 

A second Cyborg followed the lead of the first, slashing his whip across both of Eric’s huge, creamy, supremely beefy buttocks, causing the young man to arch his powerful back in pain once again. A third Cyborg struck Eric across his majestic chest, another across the back of a mammoth thigh, and another into the man’s hairy left armpit. The tortures had officially begun. 

The 12 Cyborgs started off slowly at first, allowing a brief pause between each strike, and allowing the young man to bellow in fresh agony as each new powerful blow struck his gloriously muscular body. But within a few minutes, the torturers began to pick up the pace, striking faster and faster, until they were soon landing multiple blows on the young man’s body at the same time. The sharp crack of each whip was all but lost in the continuous snapping and cracking of so many steel lashes. It almost sounded like someone had set off a huge chain of firecrackers, with the loud snaps and pops creating a cacophony of brutal punishment. 

The brutal whipping went on for hour after hour, a seeming eternity for the handsome young victim, with the cruel Cyborgs never tiring of their game. They had performed similar tortures untold thousands of times in the past, and the longer they could make their victim suffer, the happier they were. And never had they encountered a male who could suffer as much as this beautiful young bull. Eric endured it all as best he could, clenching his teeth against the pain and crying out in agony when it became too much. But he continued to struggle mightily against his bonds, refusing even now, after more than six months of unimaginable abuse, to give in to his captors. The young male’s stamina and stoicism impressed even the jaded spectators of this audience, which only encouraged the 12 torturers to try even harder to break the young stallion. 

After hours of merciless, ceaseless whipping, the Cyborgs had covered Eric’s magnificently muscular body with hundreds of whip marks and raised welts, from his enormous bullish neck to his huge cannonball shoulders to his incredibly wide back to his thick beefy buttocks. His fantastically muscular and defined abdominal wall was covered in whip marks, as were all four of his huge and immensely powerful limbs. The Cyborgs had even managed several times to strike Eric’s exposed anus, the searing agony causing the young man to buck wildly in his restraints and bellow in animal agony. 

Eric’s monumental chest was similarly glowing a lobster red from hundreds of whip blows, especially his thick, succulent, and now horribly swollen nipples. With a skill born of thousands of years of practice, the Cyborg’s had struck the young man’s nipples again and again with their neuron whips, causing the young stud great agony and lacerating his sensitive nipples over and over and over again. Eric felt for sure that the plasma whips were going to tear his poor brutalized paps clear from his body, and after untold hundreds of whip blows, Eric’s thick nipples were left puffy and blistered from the cruel and brutal torment. 

More than a score of epic, titanic loads had been forced from the young muscle god’s pain-wracked body, the searing agony causing the young virile stud to blow load after load of his thick and creamy man milk all over the uncaring arena floor. And thus far, not a single lash stroke had landed upon the young man’s colossal column of cock nor his gargantuan and supremely overstretched bull balls. Unlike the rest of the beautiful young man’s red and welt-covered body, his enormous genitals were completely unmarked. 

That state of affairs was about to change. 

The five dozen whips once again slashed and cracked through the air for several long moments, letting the sense of anticipation build, and then the first blows fell upon the muscle bull’s throbbing and straining genitals. As the first blows struck his throbbing monster cock and massive bull gonads, Eric thought his mighty heart might burst. Indescribable pain shots through the very core of Eric’s being, pain unlike anything he had ever felt before. Unable to stop himself, Eric let loose an almighty bellow of agony, his deep voice reverberating off of the walls of the colossal arena. A great cheer rose up from the crowd, for they know that the 12 combatants were finally moving on to the most delicate and sensitive parts of the huge muscle stud’s spectacular anatomy. 

As the neuron whips continued to lash and bite into Eric’s most sensitive and tender flesh, massive blasts of energy and waves of agony exploded from his crotch into the rest of his pain-wracked body. But as terrible as the blows to his monster horse cock were, nothing compared to the pain of the blows to his huge balls, which were already screaming from being stretched so ridiculously far from his body. The blows felt like they were ripping Eric’s very balls apart, and the energy coursing through them made the young man feel like his balls would literally explode in their sac. This was not an imaginary fear, either, for many a male had suffered having his balls blown asunder from the force and energy conducted by the neuron whips. But Eric was built of far sterner stuff than even the greatest of human males that had come before him, and his mighty balls could endure even this great brutality...at least for a time. 

A Cyborg would also occasionally and almost lazily strike the long neck of Eric’s brutally overstretched scrotum, lacerating the already perilously stretched scrotal skin and threatening to tear his nutsack open and sever the extraordinarily taut ball cords that were keeping his awesome stud nuts attached to his body. Any one of these blows could easily nut the young muscle man, destroying his masculinity forever. These 12 Cyborgs were masters of their craft, however, experts at inflicting maximum pain without destroying their victims too soon, and so the young muscle beast was forced to endure even these vicious and cruel blows. 

After more than an hour of brutal punishment to the young muscle man’s goliath cock and balls, it was clear that the terrible blows to Eric’s swollen and battered genitals were having their desired effect. Somehow, through all the horrific pain and agony, the heroically virile young man had blasted out a colossal quartet of mind-blowingly huge loads, each titanic orgasm literally ripped from his screaming loins. His mammoth bull balls, covered in lacerations and bleeding from dozens of shallow cuts, were roiling and throbbing so hard that they were all but churning his man milk into butter. Even the thick and hyper abundant precum continuously streaming from his half shredded cock was opaque with his rich white sperm. Eric’s huge horse cock also was jerking spasmodically with a life of its own, a combination of the hundreds of snapping impacts of the neuron whips against his impossibly huge column of man flesh each minute, and his body’s desperate need to impregnate a female before the titanic monster schlong was cut to bloody ribbons of useless meat. 

And most dramatically of all, Eric’s gigantic nuts, trapped at they were at the very bottom of their maximally overstretched sac, began to visibly tighten and pulse in their pouch. In fact, his huge balls were starting to contract and clench with such amazing force that they actually began to cause the 75-ton titanium weight to bounce, the fantastic power of his mighty ball cords somehow causing the massive metal sphere to lift nearly 3 inches into the air before dropping again with an almighty tug at his already straining, red-lining bull balls. It was an astounding testament to the fantastic strength of Eric’s balls that they were not only able to lift such a phenomenally huge weight, but were also able to survive as gravity caused that weight to crash down once again, over and over and over and over, ripping with merciless and inhuman force at his massive, mighty nuts. 

The 12 Cyborgs noticed that the young muscle bull was approaching orgasm once again. Their attacks on the young man suddenly increased in ferocity, if that was possible, bringing the young man to the very brink of release. Then, at some prearranged and unspoken signal, the Cyborgs all lashed out in unison, wrapping their 60 neuron whips around the stud’s goliath gonads and pulsating monster cock and pulling tight. 

The effect was immediate and brutal. 

Eric threw back his handsome head and screamed in unbelievable agony. His horrifically bruised and battered genitals were now completely enveloped in the coils of the neuron whips, with all 60 of the deadly weapons pouring enormous waves of destructive plasma energy directly into the young man’s loins. And to make matters worse, the metal coils were being tugged so tightly in every direction that Eric’s mammoth cock was completely choked off, and his equally oversized balls were bring crushed so hard that they threatened to bust. 

The young man’s gargantuan orgasm pulsed out of his balls and shot upward into his groin, only to be trapped in his loins by the dozens of diabolical steel coils wrapped so tightly around Eric’s massive monster cock. 

Eric’s need for release was so great that, despite the colossal weight tearing at his nuts and the unimaginably brutal and intense bolts of energy laying waste to his mammoth genitals, the young stallion began to buck his slender, muscular hips in a desperate frenzy. He bucked and writhed so hard that the gigantic wrecking ball suspended from his nuts began to sway forward and back in a long, gentle arc, further increasing the terrible pull at his screaming, pulsating, convulsing bull nuts. 

The sight was incredibly erotic and powerful, as the young man struggled desperately to release the inhuman pressure building and building in his loins, even while the searing blasts of energy slamming into his genitals threatened to literally tear Eric’s behemoth cock and balls apart. And STILL the mighty super hunk continued to endure, his magnificent muscles bulging and straining to even more enormous size, his beautiful face a mask of pain and agony. 

And then it was time. 

The coils of metal whip looped around Eric’s humongous cock were suddenly released all at once, and the young man’s lacerated, welt-covered whale cock suddenly reared upward like some massive beast, despite the enormous 75-ton weight pulling it downward, and released the most massive gout of cum the Cyborgs had ever seen. It was a geyser of cum so huge and so powerful that it threatened to split Eric’s huge cock apart. 

Before this first blast was even allowed to fall, the Cyborg lashed their recently freed whips through the air and then expertly wrapped them around Eric’s already noosed and bound balls, adding their power to the enormous amounts of plasma energy already ripping into the two quivering, convulsing man orbs. 

The added agony and brutality very nearly obliterated Eric’s already mightily struggling balls, but instead a second titanic blast of cum erupted from his cock, if anything even BIGGER than the first! The young man’s deafening screams fell upon uncaring ears as his crushed, torn, bleeding, and power-fried balls were forced to pump out yet another gargantuan load of cum. 

Blast after titanic blast of spunk rocketed out of Eric’s unbound cock, sending massive salvos of sperm flying in all directions. Many of the Cyborgs took direct hits from the young man’s thundering flesh cannon, but his mighty slugs of cum harmlessly splashed against their muscle and steel skins, coating the huge torturers in a thick and gloopy whitewash of Eric’s potent and pungent male essence. 

On and on the young man’s goliath orgasm continued, even though at any moment his balls seemed like they would simply explode from the intensity of destructive energy being forced into their very cores. Wisps of smoke began to rise from the web of coils fully enmeshing Eric’s titanic balls, and it was clear that the massive bolts of raw energy were starting to cook the delicate tissues of the man’s massive nuts. The Cyborgs refused to relent, however, seemingly determined to blow the young man’s huge nuts apart even as they purged the deep wells of his gonads of one final, magnificent load of their fantastically powerful and potent semen. 

Amazingly, the unbelievable agony of the continued abuse drove Eric to even greater levels of orgasm, and the monumental ejaculation thundered onward undiminished, minute after minute, his gargantuan balls coughing up more spunk than anyone would have thought possible, even in testicles as monstrously huge as Eric’s. Their very virility was extending the duration of the abuse, and threatened to prove their undoing. 

In the end, the titanic orgasm lasted more than 15 full minutes, resulting in the purging of more than 50 GALLONS of unbelievably thick, white spunk from Eric’s battered and torn loins. The amount of fresh nut slop pooling on the arena floor was truly unbelievable, and the monstrous testicle leeches immediately began to undulate forward to start consuming this latest load of pearlescent treasure. 

As the final thick dregs of Eric’s monumental load spilled from his rampant cock to the soaked and flooded floor below, the Cyborgs each sent one more massive bolt of energy through their whips into the young man’s nearly broken balls, threatening to emasculate the young and powerful muscle stud then and there. But once again, Eric’s monstrous balls prove themselves tougher than anything the Cyborgs had seen before, and they survived, bruised, beaten, battered, and more than half cooked, but intact. 

The 12 Cyborgs then stepped back and uncoiled their whips from around Eric’s smoking and throbbing balls. An exhausted Eric collapsed in his restraints, panting to regain his breath after the ordeal he has just endured. Though the rest of his body was limp with extreme fatigue, Eric’s huge horse cock remained rock hard, throbbing powerfully and waving proudly before the young man in defiance against the entire Cyborg Imperium, seemingly defying the Cyborgs to do their worst. 

Eric was given a few minutes to regroup and recover. The young muscle stud finally raised his handsome head and saw one of the time displays set about the arena walls -- and the young man’s heart almost stopped in horror. Not even eight hours had yet elapsed since the unbelievably brutal neuron whip torture had begun! That meant that he still had another 16+ hours of this abuse yet to endure! 

The captive muscle hunk steeled himself for the tortures yet to come, knowing that the second round with the neuron whips would be even more brutal than the first… 

Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 34 - Testicle Leeches

Hello gentle readers!

I hope you don't mind waiting a week for the next installment of the Cyborg Saga. I have to admit, this next chapter is one of my favorites, so I hope you enjoy it! :D

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Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 34

Testicle Leeches

During the centuries when the Cyborg Empire was waging its war of eradication against the human race 5,000 years ago, the Cyborgs had invented hundreds of cruel and painful ways to emasculate human males before killing them. One of the most vicious and inhuman of these tortures was to insert testicle leeches into the man’s balls and allow the mindless creatures to consume the male’s balls from the inside out. 

The leeches themselves were tiny vermin, pale limbless creatures not much larger than a maggot. Perhaps a dozen of these grubs would be siphoned down the length of a man’s penis, whereupon the tiny worms would wiggle their way through the man’s plumbing to enter his balls. Once imbedded inside a man’s nuts, the leeches would begin to feed. 

At first, the grubs would sate their ravenous hunger on the supply of sperm stored in the man’s balls. The more virile the man, the longer he could satiate the leeches in this manner. But eventually, that sperm would run out, and the grubs would begin to feed on the testicle meat itself. Records told of one fantastically virile man captured toward the end of the Cyborg wars who had so much sperm packed in his huge nuts that he was able to feed the grubs for nearly four hours before their attention turned to his fist-sized nuts themselves. 

The second stage of feeding was by far the more brutal. The leeches grew extremely quickly on their rich diet of sperm, swelling much larger in size and causing extreme agony as the man’s nuts were forced to swell to accommodate the increased size of the grubs. But that pain was nothing compared to the agony caused when the leeches began to feed on the man’s meaty nuts. A dozen tiny little mouths began to chew and tear at the spaghetti-like filaments and tubules inside a man’s balls, slowly consuming them bit by bit as they swelled larger still. Most men expired due to the extreme pain caused by the feeding of the testicle leaches, but those unlucky few who were tough enough to endure and survive that agony were forced to experience an even worse fate. 

As the grubs continued to feed on the man’s testicles, they grew larger still, sometimes growing into huge slugs more than three inches in length. This phenomenal growth forced the man’s ballsac to swell even bigger, even though the size of his actual balls was steadily diminishing as both orbs were consumed by the bloating leeches. During the final stages of feeding, the leeches would reach a critical mass. With the final bits of testicular matter consumed and the ballsac itself swollen to many times its normal size, the scrotum itself would split open and spill out a dozen cum- and meat-fattened slugs and the liquid, gooey remains of the man’s once proud testicles. The whole wriggling mass would fall to the ground with a wet and sickening splat. If the pain and horror of this final degradation wasn’t enough to kill the victim, then the Cyborg would quickly finish him off, for the Cyborgs quickly lost interest in their prey once the man’s testicles had been destroyed. 

No man had ever survived an infestation of testicle leeches before, and it was long thought that no male could ever possibly survive so brutal a torture. But with the arrival of the heroically powerful and colossally endowed young Eric, the torturers thought that they had found a male who might, just might, be able to survive. 

The torturers prepared the young muscle man by shoving two feet of thick plastic tubing down the extraordinary length of his cock, the better to implant the leeches. Due to the huge size of Eric’s colossal balls, the Cyborgs decided to use more than four times the normal number of tiny grubs -- some 50 in all -- and carefully started forcing the tiny, half inch long leeches down the plastic tubing. When the last grubs were implanted, the tubing was removed and the torture began. The whole preparation and implantation process took less than 15 minutes. 

Eric felt a profound itching in his huge balls as the dozens of tiny grubs rooted around inside his gigantic gonads to find their new home. The grubs were immediately presented with a feast beyond imagining, an enormously vast reservoir of the thickest, richest stud cum in the universe, and the grubs began to ravenously feed. 

The tiny vermin crawling within Eric’s testicles sent the young man over the edge into orgasm for the first of what would be numerous times, and he grunted and bucked as an enormous load of fresh baby batter was pumped out all over the uncaring floor. The torturers couldn’t help but smile evilly at the sight, however, for they knew that every drop of sperm that shot out of Eric’s huge cock was one less drop for the leeches to feast upon in his balls. The more sperm Eric shot out in useless orgasms, the less sperm there would be in his balls, and the faster the leeches would exhaust the supply and start feeding on his behemoth bull nuts themselves! The Cyborgs found it fittingly ironic that the young stallion’s own unstoppable virility would only serve to hasten his testicles’ potential destruction. 

The Cyborgs thought it would take at least a few hours for the young muscle giant to start showing any ill effects of the grub infestation, but they hadn’t counted on the sheer protein-packed power of Eric’s extraordinarily thick and hyper abundant sperm. The tiny grubs had never fed on such an incredibly nutrient rich meal before, and their already phenomenal rate of growth accelerated by several orders of magnitude. It was barely a half hour into the torture before Eric’s balls began to visibly swell, bloating larger as the grubs inside his balls grew and expanded. 

The crowd’s excitement grew right along with Eric’s nuts, and the leeches’ rate of expansion soon became so great that one could actually see Eric’s huge balls grow in response to the swelling of the tiny invaders! The little slugs must have already been larger than the largest leeches ever harvested from a man’s nuts, and they were still growing! 

The pain really started to grow in Eric’s goliath gonads when, an hour into the torture, the humongous nuts had already doubled in size! Tiny tears were beginning to form in his overstretched scrotum as the thinning skin tried valiantly to contain its burgeoning contents in a steadily losing battle. These small rips grew wider and more numerous as the massive testicles continued to swell, the whitish-gray walls of the gonads themselves becoming more and more visible as the scrotum continued to shred. 

Despite the ferocious rate at which the leeches were consuming the cum inside his nuts, Eric kept right on pumping out load after massive load, his goliath powerhouse balls able to supply enough splooge to satiate the 50 slugs growing inside their bellies AND still pound out colossal salvos of rich and gamey spunk. The young bull was truly a god of virility! 

But eventually, the slugs had swollen so large and become so rapacious that even Eric’s behemoth balls began struggling to keep up with their appetites. The size of Eric’s loads began to diminish, just a little at first, but steadily faster and faster as the leeches demanded more and more of Eric’s bountiful supply of cum. 

An hour and a half into the torture, and Eric’s overstretched scrotum couldn’t handle the strain. A hole in the left side of the shredded ball sac finally tore open large enough that the young man’s colossal left nut slipped out, dropping several inches to hang heavily from its thick cords. The mammoth left nut, as well as its twin still cradled inside the remains of the shredded and torn sac, had each swollen larger than a big medicine ball, about two and a half times their normal size and perhaps four times their normal weight. The incredibly thick and tough outer walls of Eric’s balls were once again becoming taut and shiny, straining to contain their swelling contents. Even more disturbingly, movement could be seen beneath those awesomely tough walls. Long, eel-like shapes could be seen moving and wriggling just beneath the surface, the now grotesquely huge leeches rooting around inside Eric’s titanically swollen balls looking for even more of his powerful cum. 

Two hours into the torture, and the flow of sperm running from Eric’s humongous cock finally ceased. The enormous slugs living inside the young man’s mighty balls were consuming his sperm as fast as those fantastically virile lumps of man meat could produce it! It wouldn’t be long now before the enormous leeches would start feeding on the ball meat itself! 

Eric’s goliath, behemoth balls were now three times their normal size, swollen to the size of beach balls, and were reaching critical mass. The huge orbs had been forced to swell this large only twice before -- first when Eric had been forced to keep from cumming for nearly three days, and second when his balls had been injected full of caustic green acid -- and both times they had nearly exploded. But the Cyborg torturers made no move to assist their struggling prisoner, who continued to bellow in pain as his balls swelled larger still. 

Two and a half hours had now passed, and miraculously, the leeches hadn’t yet begun to consume the thick meat of Eric’s huge balls. The mighty sperm factories were working overtime, struggling to manufacture enough spunk to keep the growing slugs fed, but it was clear that the grubs had swollen so tremendously huge that even Eric’s mighty balls would soon no longer be able to keep up with the leeches’ insatiable demands. 

Worse, his horrifically bloated nuts had swollen larger STILL, surpassing all previous records and nearing FOUR TIMES their normal size!! Each unbelievably gargantuan orb now measured some 14 or 15 inches across, and had long since lost their normal oval egg shapes to become almost perfectly spherical. The almighty congestion in Eric’s nuts had the young stud continually bellowing in unimaginable pain, his screams growing more and more panicked and desperate as the swelling in his balls passed all critical levels. The remains of his shredded scrotum could no longer contain the sheer unbridled mass of even one of Eric’s super bloated balls, and the titanic right teste slipped out of its sac to fall heavily beside its brother. 

The wriggling within Eric’s huge balls had grown even more frantic and disturbing, and the giant nuts now resembled one seething mass of squirming, wriggling flesh. The movement of the huge slugs inside Eric’s critically swollen balls threatened to finish the job and cause the young man’s balls to explode even before the leeches began to consume the rich ball meat, but somehow they continued to endure. 

The Cyborgs knew that they had pushed Eric’s balls as far as they could dare, and they prepared to begin the removal of the fattened and enormously bloated testicle leeches. The only problem was that they could only come out the way they went in, through Eric’s gargantuan penis, and the slugs had now grown so unbelievably huge that the Cyborgs feared the massive grubs would rip the young man’s mighty bull cock apart. They realized that they would only be able to remove the slugs from one testicle at a time, as even the removal of half the slugs at a time could split Eric’s cock wide open. 

Testicle slugs were averse to extreme heat, and so the Cyborgs set up a heat ray machine to focus a beam of intense heat energy into the heart of Eric’s utterly goliath left nut. The advanced technology of the heat ray allowed it to bypass the taut and straining outer wall of the young man’s colossal bull nut and only release its heat within the dense meaty interior. 

The Cyborgs turned the beam on, and the interior of Eric’s left ball began to quickly heat up. The huge slugs inside the ball began to wriggle and writhe with even greater urgency, threatening to tear the ball wide open. But as the heat grew even greater, the panicking slugs began to seek a means of retreat, and began to fight their way out of the titanic ball. 

Eric’s sperm ducts were unusually thick and tough -- they had to be in order to carry the enormous volume of cum pumped out of Eric’s balls under intense internal pressures. But the thick duct to Eric’s left ball was soon put to the ultimate test as the first slug worked its way up toward the young man’s fantastically muscular body. The slender duct was normally perhaps a quarter of an inch thick, but it was now forced to swell to over two inches in diameter!! The tough and fibrous walls of the sperm duct, their awesome durability having been further toughened by the months and months of abuse at the hands of the Cyborgs, strained to the maximum and threatened to split wide open, but held as first one, then two, then more of the slugs began to escape the boiling heat in Eric’s ball. 

When the first huge leech reached the base of Eric’s penis, the young man began to bellow and buck his hips in agony, fucking thin air in an effort to relieve the profound and intensely painful congestion in his cock. The thick cum tube running down the underside of that colossal dong swelled larger and larger still, bulging to accommodate the massive grub as it crawled its way out. Cyborgs and thralls all over the galaxy seemed to hold their collective breath as the first huge leech worked its way up the tube. The gaping piss slit at the tip of Eric’s massive cock suddenly dilated even larger still, and the hideous head of the slug finally poked its way out. More and more of its body worked its way out until, with about seven or eight inches of its disgusting, slick body hanging out of Eric’s quivering cock, gravity did the rest and pulled the rest of the huge leech out. 

The first leech landed in the vast pool of sperm below with a loud and wet splash, and there was a collective gasp as everyone was finally able to see the enormous size of the creature. The slug was a colossal beast larger than any previous member of its species, a wet and pale blue-gray eel well over a foot long and four inches wide at its widest part. It was fortunate that the slimy slugs were so pliable and able to squeeze through narrow openings, as even Eric’s oversized plumbing could not have been able to accommodate a four-inch-wide grub. 

The first leech immediately set about eating from the enormous supply of cum on the floor, and soon the second enormous leech joined it, freeing itself from Eric’s massive cock to land with its own splash in the huge pool of spunk below. One after another, the swollen and bloated leeches were extruded from Eric’s distended bull cock like he was giving birth to a litter of giant slugs. Each bloated grub landed with its own splash in the spunky funk below, and began wriggling around and consuming even more thick sperm. 

Eric’s mighty left nut had been steadily decreasing in size as the huge slugs exited the sperm-depleted orb. The normally pale orb was now glowing an angry lobster red, however, as its contents were becoming super heated to almost the boiling point. The heat ray was threatening to cook the massive testicle from the inside, but the Cyborgs did not relent until the last slug had worked its way out of the young man’s plumbing and out his mammoth horse cock. Only once all 25 huge slugs had exited Eric’s parboiled bull nut did the Cyborgs finally turn off the heat ray. The huge orb had shrunk back down almost to its normal size, and though it was more than half cooked from the focused heat ray, it had survived! 

Meanwhile, Eric’s other ball was looking much the worse for wear. While the Cyborgs had been focusing on extracting the slugs from the muscle man’s enormous left ball, his already about-to-burst right ball had swollen larger still. The slugs in that ball had grown even bigger in the intervening time, and the horrifically bloated and distended organ didn’t even remotely resemble a human testicle anymore. The titanic sphere was almost a foot and a half in diameter, and the entire surface of the outer wall was covered in fractures and cracks that, even as the Cyborgs watched aghast in sick fascination, began to grow wider still. Eric’s terminally bloated right bull nut was about to explode! 

Thinking quickly, Dalton spun the heat ray machine around to aim it at the goliath gonad and turned the ray on at full power, sending devastating amounts of heat energy coursing into Eric’s dying ball. The Cyborg knew that if the slugs were not immediately removed from the quivering, convulsing nut, it would explode in a spectacular shower of gigantic slugs and massive chunks of ball flesh. 

Eric screamed as the terrific heat tore into his already nearly busted nut. The enormous slugs immediately began to writhe and spasm, fighting against one another in an effort to escape the rapidly building heat. His right sperm duct began to swell, and swell larger, and swell larger still! The heroically straining tube expanded to an unbelievable three inches in diameter as the first mammoth grub began its laborious climb back up to Eric’s body. The young muscle man screamed in fresh agony as his delicate plumbing expanded far beyond its capacity to allow the vile intruders to flee. Soon, his goliath monster cock was swelling larger as well, straining and bulging and distending to even more grotesque dimensions as the first leech wriggled up the dilated cum tube. 

As the head of the first slug emerged from Eric’s quivering cock, the Cyborgs could see that this slug was even more monstrous and enormous than the ones that had come from the young stud’s left nut. The additional 15 minutes that they had been allowed to live inside Eric’s right ball, feeding and swelling and growing, had allowed them to reach even more unbelievable dimensions. The piss slit in Eric’s enormous, fist-sized glans dilated and strained almost to the breaking point as the head and bulky body of the first slug emerged. As the slug continued to extrude from Eric’s cock, its body plumped back up to its normal dimensions, which the Cyborgs were astounded to discover was just over six bloated inches! And nearly a full foot of the beast had to emerge from the young man’s mammoth cock before the enormous creature slipped the rest of the way out. The colossal leech measured a full 18 inches from head to tip -- a full foot and a half in length!! And there were still two dozen more of the gargantuan beasts to go!!!

Dalton feared that he had waited too long to begin the extraction process. Every aspect of Eric’s sexual plumbing was being stressed to the maximum, and the Cyborg worried at any moment that something would finally rupture and the young man’s spectacular masculinity would finally be destroyed. The monstrous right nut quivered on the edge of exploding, the slender sperm duct strained to expand to more than ten times its normal size, and the magnificent 22-inch bull cock was threatening to split up its length trying to accommodate the enormous exiting leeches. 

Everything was touch and go for many long minutes. Even after the first four or five slugs had successfully been extracted, the ones still residing in the swollen and cooking right nut continued to grow, and the colossal orb grew bigger still! But after about five minutes, the swelling began to ratchet down a notch, and then another. The gonad was still stressed to the breaking point, but if it could hold out just a little bit longer, it might actually survive. 

In the meantime, the intense heat ray was threatening to kill the leeches still trapped inside Eric’s bloated nut, which could also spell doom for the horrifically swollen ball. Dalton adjusted the ray to slightly reduce its intensity, but even so, the dense and tortured ball meat was starting to heat to critically dangerous levels. 

A half dozen slugs had been extracted, then a half dozen more. The swelling in Eric’s bloated ball began to decrease rapidly as additional leeches were pulled free, removing the colossal bulk of each massive leech from the swollen and straining orb. 

Soon, only three or four slugs remained, but these had grown into the most enormous leeches of them all. The next grub seemed to get caught inside Eric’s supremely bloated sperm duct, the creature so thick and bloated with rich spunk that it didn’t seem like it would be able to escape. Eric’s enormous bull cock throbbed harder, then harder still, pulling and pumping at the massive obstruction, and gradually inching it up the blocked passage. So too with the next leech, and the next, and the next. As these beasts were expelled from the young man’s cock, the crowd gasped at the sheer size of the slimy monsters, for each one measured nearly two FEET in length! 

Only one leech remained, the granddaddy of them all. Eric pumped and bucked his hips in extreme agony and need, trying with all of his awesome might to ejaculate the gigantic creature out of his body. Though his magnificent right ball had returned to nearly normal size, his tortured sperm duct was forced to expand even larger than ever before. The fibrous wall of the duct was stretched so thin that every detail of the slimy invader could be clearly seen as it ever so slowly inched its way up toward Eric’s body. The slug was so huge and so bloated that it could barely move itself, and the young muscle stud was forced to use his own groin muscles to haul and pull the huge and heavy beast up through the ridiculously narrow duct. 

Finally, the slug reached Eric’s groin and began forcing its way out of his cock. The beast had grown larger STILL in the intervening time, and Eric’s thick cum tube was forced to swell to unbelievable dimensions. When the slug finally worked its way into Eric’s dick, the cum tube swelled to more than four full inches in diameter, nearly the same girth as the young man’s enormous monster cock! It almost looked like the young man was sporting two mammoth cocks, one stacked upon the other!! The sight was utterly gruesome and intensely erotic at the same time. 

The massive head was soon emerging from Eric’s bloated cock head, which itself was swollen to nearly twice its normal size. The piss slit finally did start to tear at this point, and a trickle of blood started to run down the underside of Eric’s cock. With only an inch or two of the grub’s huge head sticking out of Eric’s cock, the beast seemed to become stuck, and it looked like Eric’s enormous cock was tragically going to burst open on the very eve of victory. 

Eric began bucking and thrusting his muscular hips with even greater urgency, violently fucking the air in front of him in a desperate attempt to free the blockage in his cock. The young man’s enormous naked nuts swung forward and back like massive pendulums, the heavy orbs making a wide arc on the ends of their fleshy tethers. But as hard as the young stud would pump his hips, as hard as his mighty and distended cock would throb, it seemed there was no hope. The huge slug was stuck, trapped inside his straining cock, and soon the mighty organ would burst open. 

A deep rumble began to build in Eric’s mammoth chest, a growl that built in power and intensity until the young muscle bull released his loudest and most powerful bellow yet. At that same moment, the entire two-foot-long beast was ejected from his cock with incredible force. Right behind the slug was an almighty wellhead of cum, a massive geyser of sperm that forced the huge intruder out of Eric’s straining cock and blasted it forth with such force that the heavy, cum-bloated beast cleared more than two dozen feet before landing with a heavy splash in the vast fecund pool of Eric’s powerful baby batter. The last slug was free!!!

And what a slug it was! The goliath beast was every bit of 28 inches long and 8 inches in diameter at its widest point. No one could fathom how the young bull stud had managed to force such a humongous creature out of his plumbing, but there it was, wriggling on the floor for all to see, already setting to work eating the feast of sperm lying ignored on the ground. 

As if to prove his mastery over the testicle leeches, Eric pounded out a colossal load, showering the more than four dozen goliath grubs with a fresh batch of his extraordinary spunk. The stunning young muscle man bucked his slender hips in epic release, emptying his already cum-bloated balls as his tortured plumbing struggled to return to normal size. Meanwhile, the crowd erupted into its most thunderous applause yet, stunned and overjoyed that the handsome young bull had survived yet another insanely and unimaginably cruel torment. For every torture and torment that young Eric survived would make his eventual emasculation and destruction at the hands of Optimus that much more spectacular. 

While the young man’s orgasm thundered on for many long minutes, Dalton stepped forward, gingerly avoiding the feeding testicle leeches, and began to attend to the exhausted and battered muscle stud. The Cyborg gently lifted the young man’s shrunken balls and inserted them back into their torn and tattered ball sac. The scrotum almost immediately began to heal, slowly closing up the tears and growing back around the massive bull balls. Dalton knew that in a short time, the young man’s large and silky nutsac would be completely healed, as would the two extraordinary balls contained within. 

But the hunky hero would be given precious little time to recover, for the Cyborgs were already preparing for the next brutal torment they would inflict on the handsome and muscle bound stallion. 

Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 33 - Impalement

Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 33

Impalement

Many of the torturers had been tremendously impressed of the young stallion’s ability to endure and survive having over 100 cactus thorns speared through his nuts, so they all took turns impaling Eric’s huge and incredibly meaty nuts on all manner of sharp devices. They used a frightening variety of wicked implements on the helpless young stud, some as slender as needles, but others far larger and thicker then the cactus thorns of months ago. 

The ability of Eric’s mighty bull nuts to heal without the slightest injury or scar was put to the extreme test under these tortures. Metal spikes were driven deep into the young man’s ball flesh, while spears and swords were thrust straight through the enormous testicles, sometimes skewering both giant orbs at the same time like meat on a BBQ spit. And on one particularly brutal occasion, a Cyborg used a high-powered gun to shoot bullets into the young man’s big bloated nuts. The thick metal slugs impacted at super sonic speeds and with such force that they plunged clear through the more than six-inch-thick monster balls, punching through the incredibly dense meat with ease. The bullet holes would leak copious amounts of raw sperm for up to several minutes before the wounds would start to close and heal. 

Throughout each torture, Eric would shriek and bellow in unimaginable agony, thrashing and pulling at his bonds in a mighty but futile attempt to free himself and rescue his horrifically abused balls. Yet his mighty baby makers continued to manufacture gallons and gallons of his supremely potent spunk no matter how brutal the abuse or how many sharp implements of pain were driven into the very heart of his manhood. 

These were tortures of such utterly barbaric brutality that no other male had ever survived them, let alone recovered from them, but Eric’s super human powers of healing proved each time to be up to the task, healing the internal injuries of every stabbing wound, sealing every puncture, erasing any evidence that his mighty bull balls had been mauled and mangled into a nearly unrecognizable mass of ruined man meat. And all without the slightest scar or lasting ill effect. It was as if Eric’s monumentally powerful balls could heal any injury...provided they weren’t utterly demolished first. 

There were many times, however, when the huge testicles had been all but cut to ribbons, riddled with spikes like a pincushion, or shot through with so many bullet holes that they leaked raw sperm like a sieve, and the extreme brutality of the abuse very nearly spelled the end of the young muscle man’s mighty manhood. But each time he managed to pull through, if only by the barest of margins, and heal every last bit of damage...only to have his mammoth balls sliced, speared, and shot all over again. 

Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 32 - Nut Choking

Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 32

Nut Choking

Not long after the brutal jackhammering torture, the legendary resilience of Eric’s huge and extraordinarily bulky nuts was tested in yet another way. Eric’s scrotum was carefully sliced open with a six-inch-long vertical cut in the long neck of the sac, near where it met Eric’s groin and the base of his gigantic horse dick. Eric winced in pain as the silky smooth skin of his scrotum was sliced open, but he had endured so many tortures that were many orders of magnitude more painful than this, so he remained stoic and defiant. The two sides of the scrotal skin were pulled back to reveal the thick cords and ligaments beneath, the all important cords and ducts and blood vessels that connected the young man’s enormous bollocks to his mighty body. 

Months ago, Dalton had famously clamped off Eric’s thick sperm ducts and prevented his balls from pumping out their colossal cargo of cum for nearly three days. This torture had nearly resulted in the violent explosion of Eric’s horrifically swollen and spectacularly cum-bloated balls. Dalton now wanted to try something similar on Eric’s balls, using thick metal clamps as before, but this time he would not be clamping off the young man’s sperm ducts. No, this time Eric would be allowed to pump out as much thick and chunky sperm as he wanted. Dalton had something even more cruel and insidious — and deadly — in mind for this torture. 

The massive Cyborg felt among the many tough cords and tendons connecting Eric’s mammoth right nut to his gloriously muscular body, and located and singled out the thick artery that supplied the vital blood and oxygen to the titanic teste. Dalton placed a thick metal clamp over this artery near where it came out of Eric’s groin and then tightened it down with crushing force, completely cutting off the blood supply to Eric’s mammoth orb. Dalton then quickly repeated the same procedure for Eric’s equally massive left ball, leaving it choked off from its blood and oxygen supply as well. 

This torture was quite simple -- Dalton wanted to see just how long the two massive orbs could survive without life-giving nourishment. 

Almost immediately, the pain began to mount in Eric’s gigantic balls as they were deprived of their customary blood supply. The colossal sac of bull nuts also began to immediately darken, turning from a healthy pink to an angrier and angrier shade of red. The brutal nut choking torture had begun. 

Over the next hours, Dalton and the other Cyborg torturers visited the usual battery of punishments and abuses on the slowly starving balls, beating and punching and crushing the massive nuts even as they slowly died from lack of oxygen. The meaty smack of metal on flesh reverberated around the vast arena as Eric’s mighty bollocks were beaten and bludgeoned and pummeled in every imaginable way, even as they continued to starve for oxygen.

The torturers knew from extensive previous experience that a typical human male’s balls were usually completely and utterly dead within just an hour or two of losing their blood supply, and they fully expected Eric’s mighty man orbs to last much longer than this. But as three hours went by, and then four, and STILL Eric’s balls endured, the Cyborgs realized that the hunky young muscle man was even more fearsomely strong than they had already come to believe. By now, the lad’s mighty balls had turned a dark red, then an angry shade of burgundy, but they fought valiantly onward, somehow continuing to produce vast quantities of cum that were forced out of the huge nuts in orgasm after painful, agony-induced orgasm. 

The agony in Eric’s balls was a continuous, gut wrenching ache of super human proportions. The young bull was being made to feel every moment of his balls’ slow demise, and even during the brief pauses between the merciless pounding and squeezing of his huge nuts, Eric couldn’t escape the searing agony coming from his slowly suffocating balls. 

And STILL the young man’s colossal balls endured, as five hours passed, and then SIX hours! Eric’s entire ball bag had swollen even bigger, and the huge sac had turned an alarming and unhealthy shade of dark purple. The massive sac was also becoming positively cold to the touch, another sign that their end could not be far away. The Cyborgs knew that once the huge balls turned black, they would be completely dead, and their current and dangerous shade of deep eggplant purple was nearing that fatal color. Eric’s mind was lost in a searing fog of agony, but his only solace was that as long as his humongous balls still felt pain, they were still alive. Another part of the young man’s mind, though, was almost praying for his proud and mighty balls to die so that there would be an end to this soul shattering agony. But his goliath balls continued to defy him and his torturers, clinging to life even as they began to shudder and quiver in what could only be their imminent death throes. 

Starting shortly after the fourth hour, the flow of sperm from Eric’s mammoth bull cock had finally begun to slow, and not long after the fifth hour it had ceased altogether, for without the nutrients supplied by the young man’s bloodstream, his mighty sperm factories simply could not manufacture any more of his male essence. Yet Eric’s mighty truncheon remained granite hard and continued to pulse and quiver in continuous orgasm in the hours that followed, all in a vain effort to pump out even more sperm from a well that had long since run dry. The prolonged dry orgasm only served to increase the agony in Eric’s starving nuts, and it almost felt like the convulsive power of his orgasms would start to spew out the very meat of his dying nuts. 

Six and a half hours had now gone by, and Eric’s balls were verging on black, clearly dying and perhaps already beyond saving. It had been more than an hour since a single drop of sperm had dripped from the young man’s quivering cock, proving that the muscle stud’s balls were well and truly empty even as they were choking to death. The terrific agony in Eric’s balls was finally, frighteningly, starting to fade, and the young man knew that his mighty nuts would very soon be history, reduced to 20 pounds of dead meat swinging uselessly between his mammoth thighs. 

Dalton knew he had taken Eric well beyond critical levels, and that he should have removed the artery clamps more than an hour ago, but he just couldn’t bring himself to free the young man’s dying bull balls. Minute after minute ticked by, and Dalton continued to lustfully watch the final shudderings and contractions pulse through those two massive and frightfully cold man lumps as their final reserves of strength were exhausted. And STILL Dalton wouldn’t relent! If the Cyborg wanted to save whatever was left of Eric’s dying balls, then it was far past time that he do so! But the cruel Cyborg was completely captivated by the gentle shivers and convulsions passing through Eric’s balls as the massive orbs slowly died on the vine, and it looked like all hope was lost. 

Seven hours after having the arteries to his balls clamped off, Eric’s gigantic, magnificent nuts had finally turned black, and must surely be dead. Even their quivering and shaking had ceased, and they were utterly still. Yet Dalton waited several minutes MORE, wanting to punish the young male past all reason, even though the agony in Eric’s cold balls had ceased nearly half an hour ago. 

Only then, once Eric’s majestic manhood had been reduced to so much dead meat, did Dalton unscrew the clamps and let the blood rush back into the young man’s dead nut tissue. 

Pain like a freight train slammed Eric in his gargantuan nuts, and the agony was so intense that the young man could only gasp for air, his blue eyes open wide in indescribable pain. Long seconds later, the handsome super stud finally found his voice and bellowed in excruciating animal agony. The oxygen and nutrient starved tissues of his colossal balls sucked greedily at the return of a fresh blood supply, and every nerve ending in the mammoth testicles screamed as life rushed back into the depleted and nearly dead tissues. Despite their horrifically dark color, despite being denied their all important blood supply for more than seven HOURS, Eric’s colossal balls were somehow, barely, still alive!!

As the mighty thumping of Eric’s powerful heart flushed the old blood out of his balls and replaced it with life rejuvenating fluids, the blue-black color of his balls began to quickly flush back to a healthier shade of bright red, and warmth and heat quickly returned to the cold meat as well. It had been an extremely close thing, for the delicate tissues of Eric’s huge balls had indeed been mere heartbeats away from the finality of death, but Dalton had pulled them from the fire at the last possible moment. Thunderous cheers erupted from the enormous audience as they celebrated Dalton’s uncanny and expert skill at taking the beautiful young male to the edge of the cliff and then bringing him back unscathed. 

Dalton and the other torturers concluded that the sheer unbelievable SIZE of Eric’s huge bull balls, combined with their super human strength and toughness, had allowed them to survive without their blood supply for more than five HOURS longer than any other male in history! None of the torturers had ever encountered a subject as filled with raw power and might as this handsome and heroically muscular young bull, and all 12 of the cruel Cyborgs were reveling in every moment of the 30 days of torture, because they knew that they would never again find a prisoner who could match the beauty, bravery, virility, and might of this stunning young thoroughbred. 

Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 31 - Jackhammer Abuse

Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 31

Jackhammer Abuse

The next horrifically brutal abuse was administered by the largest of the 12 Cyborgs on the raised dais. This titanic brute of a Cyborg stood more than 24 feet tall and was basically bipedal in structure, though built on a colossally thick and sturdy scale. Instead of hands, the creature’s enormous arms ended in a pair of truly massive jackhammers. This Cyborg and others like him had been created to invade rocky, mountainous worlds where they could use their incredibly powerful jackhammer fists to drill huge tunnels and demolish even the largest of boulders in mere minutes. 

And this titanic Cyborg had decided to bring those jackhammering fists to bear on the only “boulders” in the vast arena — Eric’s helpless and unprotected bull balls. 

Eric’s humongous and astonishingly heavy balls were lifted and gently placed on a squat metal cylinder, where they rested huge and heavy, defenseless against any torture or abuse the Cyborgs wanted to visit upon them. The cylinder itself was made from the same titanium steel alloy that was used in the manacles and ring holding the young muscle bull hostage and immobile. The young man’s balls were about to be caught between an immovable object and an unstoppable force, on a scale they had never experienced before. 

With surprising and deceptive gentleness, the cybernetic titan pressed his hammer-headed fists against Eric’s massive balls, pushing against the gigantic orbs until they began to bulge around the invading pillars of metal. The brutish Cyborg then gave its equivalent of an evil smile, and activated his jackhammering fists. 

The Cyborg’s fists instantly became a blur as they hammered ferociously into Eric’s massive nuts, striking each orb more than a 100 times per second and crushing them almost flat with the inhuman force behind each blow. The stunningly handsome young man threw back his head and bellowed in unbearable agony, the muscles of his bullish neck standing out in deep relief as the anguished scream was torn from his throat. His whole muscular body vibrated with the staccato force of each impact, every gigantic muscle and sinew quivering as destructive, ruinous force was applied to his trapped and screaming nuts. 

No part of Eric’s fantastic body vibrated as much as his enormous tumescent cock, however, which quivered and shuddered so powerfully that it was almost as much of a blur as the Cyborg’s huge pistoning fists. 

Almost immediately, huge ropes of cum began flying in every direction. The force of the Cyborg’s blows was so great that the sperm was being forcefully pounded out of Eric’s huge nuts, and his mammoth cock sprayed the sticky stuff in gigantic ribbons of white spew as it quivered and jiggled and throbbed. The pounding fists of the huge Cyborg were quickly coated in the liquid white gold, but the cruel creature had no intention of stopping as he steadily pummeled Eric’s huge balls into mush. 

The mighty Cyborg had used these same fists in the past to shatter entire mountain ranges and reduce them to gravel, and he now used all of that mighty power and force on the handsome stud’s enormous bull balls. The titanic torturer fully expected his hammering fists to reduce the young man’s once proud gonads to a greasy smear of pulverized flesh in mere moments, but minute after minute slowly ticked by with the huge gonads enduring punishment that had crumpled even fellow Cyborgs to bits. The Cyborg was truly astounded by the super human strength and resilience he could feel in Eric’s mighty man nuts. 

Even Eric’s monstrous bull balls were far from invincible, however, and the merely flesh and blood orbs finally began to get mushier and mushier as the punishment continued, slowly being laid waste and reduced to rubble by the Cyborg’s fearsome metal fists. It was soon clear that the young muscle bull’s colossal bollocks couldn’t survive this level of violent abuse for much longer. 

Still the titanic Cyborg refused to let up, turning up the power even more and hammering Eric’s enormous balls nearly as flat as pancakes. With the speed and terrible fury of the blows, Eric’s balls had no chance to plump back up to their healthy orb shapes, and were instead kept in a constant flattened state, the combination of crushing and pummeling wearing down even their legendary resilience. The beefy, intensely meaty contents of the stallion’s huge balls already appeared to be liquified, quivering like two flattened sacks of jelly with each rapid blow, but they continued pumping out mind blowing amounts of sperm, proving that they yet lived and endured. But for how much longer? 

It suddenly looked as if the young man’s balls were simply disappearing, hammered as flat as sheets of paper, but in fact the squat cylinder itself was starting to fail. The force of the Cyborg’s blows were actually passing THROUGH the young man’s brutally powerful balls and into the metal pedestal itself, warping and denting the cylinder as the horrific hammer blows began to pass into the metal. The stout walls of the cylinder began to bulge outward as Eric’s balls were relentlessly pounded deeper and deeper into the steel. They were soon completely hidden from view, only the narrow neck of the young man’s steadily elongating scrotum disappearing into the deepening hole proving that the sunken balls were still connected to Eric’s muscular body. 

Eric was sobbing in agony by this point, tears streaming down his spectacularly handsome face as he felt his proud balls being pounded into useless goo. With the gigantic bull nuts completely hidden from view within the bulging cylinder, no one knew if the young man’s ginormous testicles had already been shattered. The gallons and gallons of cum blasting out of his quivering cock demonstrated that they had not yet been completely annihilated, but even Eric’s monstrous and mighty gonads must have surely been mortally wounded at this point, damaged beyond any hope of repair. 

The Cyborg was now bearing down on his two targets, leaning his extraordinary weight and mass into his fists as they jackhammered full force into Eric’s failing testes. At least a foot of the Cyborg’s huge fists were now buried in the now greatly warped and distended metal cylinder, meaning that Eric’s humongous nuts must have been stretched close to their 24-inch limit by now. It was possible that Eric’s battered and bludgeoned nuts might actually be torn off of his body even as they were reduced to smithereens! 

The horrifically loud groan of failing metal nearly drowned out the cheering crowd as the cylinder buckled, unable to endure any more of the furious abuse. With a series of sharp CRACK! sounds, the thick sides of the warped cylinder suddenly split open in half a dozen places, and then with a final terrifically loud screech of metal, it sundered in half down the middle, the two halves toppling slowly and majestically to either side to crash against the top of the platform. 

Eric’s brutally overstretched balls suddenly shot upward as the clutching metal pit split wide open, the purplish-red and horribly battered balls rocketing upward like they had been launched from a sling shot. The titanic Cyborg turned off his jackhammering fists and stumbled backward several steps, dumbfounded that the young male’s bludgeoned testicles could still somehow be whole. 

The retreat of the huge Cyborg allowed a smaller Cyborg to scuttle forward. This vaguely crab-shaped Cyborg extended several tentacles to grasp and gently palpate the profoundly squishy balls, but quickly announced that the mighty testicles were still vital and whole. The young muscle bull had survived one of his most brutal punishments yet, proving once again that his mighty baby makers were stronger than steel! 

Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 30 - Acid Injection

Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 30

Acid Injection

In a particularly cruel and horrific torture, one of the Cyborgs prepared two large syringes of a vibrant green fluid and simultaneously injected their contents into both of Eric’s mammoth nuts, plunging the thick needles deep into the very heart of the lad’s gigantic gonads. The young man immediately began to scream in animal agony, for the green fluid was actually a caustic acid that immediately began to burn and sear the tender and delicate tissues inside Eric’s huge balls. The mighty muscle man thrashed uncontrollably against his restraints, threatening to tear his limbs apart as he suffered the unimaginably intense pain of having his monster balls dissolved from the inside out. Even the Cyborg torturers weren’t sure if the young stud could survive such an insanely brutal torture, but nothing would stop them from pushing the muscle man’s every conceivable limit. 

As the acid worked its way through the enormous beefy mass of each massive testicle, the two orbs began to dramatically swell. The roiling and boiling acid was causing the young man’s ball flesh to expand as it was burned, the acrid vapors and gases emitted by the acid forcing the balls to balloon outward. In a matter of minutes, Eric’s balls had already doubled in size, and in a few minutes more, they doubled again. The young man’s colossal nuts were now the size of beach balls, approaching the titanic size they had reached just a few months before when Dalton had forced them to swell with nearly three days of unspent cum. And just like that previous torture, Eric’s gargantuan orbs were on the brink of exploding from the insanely intense internal pressures. Soon, his huge scrotum had split wide open down its central seam, spilling his titanic testicles into the open air where they dangled, impossibly huge and heavy, at the ends of their life-giving cords. The thick and fibrous ball walls themselves were taut and shiny as they fought desperately to contain their rapidly swelling contents. 

It seemed at any moment that Eric’s monstrously swollen balls would pop, exploding in a gory shower of ball meat and acid. Even the Cyborg torturers feared that they had finally gone too far with their young charge, and they unconsciously stepped back several paces in anticipation of the impending catastrophic failure of both mighty balls. 

Eric suddenly bellowed louder still, and thrust his muscular hips forward as he reached an agony-induced orgasm. Only this time, his ejaculation didn’t contain the normal pearlescent deluge of stud spunk. The green acid had attacked the vast store of sperm in Eric’s huge balls as well, so what shot out of his cock now was a frothy spew of thick yellowish-green foam, a disgusting mixture of dissolved spunk and caustic acid. The foamy batter shot more than a dozen feet out of the young man’s cock, the range greatly reduced by the frothy nature of the sputum, and also poured down his huge cock in thick rivers. Eric’s ejaculant burned the inside of his cock on the way out, adding to his horrific pain, and also seared the outside of the mighty penis as it ran down the titanic shaft, leaving a trail of bright red welts wherever it touched his skin. 

The terrible orgasm raged on and on, yet Eric’s balls continued to increase in size, surpassing any previous dimensions and reaching a truly grotesque size. Fractures started to appear in the huge nuts, and more of the yellowish-green foam began to leak and ooze from a dozen fissures in the rapidly failing ball walls. The spectacular end of Eric’s almighty gonads seemed but moments away, an agonizing and particularly brutal end for the universe’s final and most spectacular set of human testicles. 

But finally, the colossal flood of sperm and acid pumping out of his cock began to reduce the horrific nut swelling, and Eric’s balls began to inch back from the brink of disaster. It was still touch and go for a very long time, but eventually the horrific swelling ratcheted down from super critical levels. Even though the mighty young stud had somehow dodged the sundering and bursting of his precious nuts, the Cyborgs knew with a certainty that the caustic and vitriolic solution searing through his testicular meat was steadily dissolving and melting Eric’s spectacularly beefy balls into useless slag. Not even Eric’s unnaturally tough and resilient flesh could endure the burning effects of such an acidic serum. 

The gigantic orgasm lasted even longer than the stallion’s normally titanic release, pumping out the disgusting frothy foam in never ending fountaining spurts and thick rivers. As Eric’s agony-filled orgasm thundered furiously onward, however, the torturers began to notice that the spew was turning more liquid and slowly losing its unnatural yellowish-green color. Many minutes later and this unbelievable sight was confirmed; Eric’s pulses of cum had once again returned to their normally thick, white, chunky, and astoundingly viscous consistency as he pounded out a healthy discharge of living, virile sperm. Not only had his powerhouse balls succeeded in pumping all of the deadly acid out of his beefy ball meat, the spectacularly virile balls had somehow survived long enough to cook up a fresh batch of spunk to flush out their seared, damaged, but otherwise intact interiors! 

The entire Cyborg audience was flabbergasted at the raw power just displayed by the young muscle bull, and the applause was deafening as the torturers were praised for their extraordinary skills. The young man’s now shrunken and ‘merely’ melon-sized balls were carefully inserted back into their split scrotum, which immediately began to heal and enclose the humongous orbs once more within the protective skin. 

Eric’s fried and nearly busted nuts were given nearly an hour to recover from this most brutal abuse. Meanwhile, the Cyborgs temporarily turned their attentions to the young stud’s thick, swollen nipples and astoundingly massive and muscular chest, eagerly mauling and mangling the muscles of the lad’s pec-proud chest and using his super-sensitive nipples to cause the handsome lad even more exquisite and soul-shattering pain. Soon enough, however, Eric’s almighty bull balls were deemed recovered enough to face their next brutal torture…