Sonic BOOM

"Don't touch that!"  Dr. Havens barked to the dumbstruck young man who was standing in his laboratory.

The lab was modern, spacious and gleaming with various odd-looking contraptions perched on sleek white pedestals and a window along one of the walls that looked into a smaller room that housed a single black pedestal. 

Drew was a college student who had been called into Genecontreo Labs to take place in the next phase of the survey after responding to an email questionnaire.

Dr. Havens explained that Drew had met the personality profile to field test one of Genecontreo's latest devices.  There was a lengthy explanation of how the JB 7200X worked. There was something about sonic resonance and a lot of overly technical word salad that was completely beyond Drew's comprehension;  Dr. Haven's sensing the confusion picked up the JB 7200X and guided Drew toward the small window.

It resembled a toy ray gun but with a thick barrel that glowed red.  Dr. Havens tapped on the glass and another scientist placed two grayish round objects on the black pedestal then left.

"Those are human testicles," Dr. Havens casually explained.

Drew was too shocked at first to process what he had just said.

"Um, are those actual balls?" Drew stammered.

"Yes, from this morning,"

Drew instantly got hard as they stared at the two rather large testicles that had recently been liberated from their sack and he imagined that they had come from a hapless jock who was at this moment relearning to sing is favorite songs in soprano.

Dr. Havens noticed the slight bulge Drew's jeans and gave a knowing smile.

"The Jock Buster J-B 7200X is a ground breaking device that we hope will have a sizable market among discerning consumers like us."

Dr. Havens gave Drew a wink as he licked his lips and continued.

"Using the power of sonic resonance with the push of a button I'm now able to do this..."

Dr. Havens pointed the Jock Buster toward the testicles and pressed and held the trigger. For a moment nothing happened and Drew was about to ask what was going on when the barrel of the device turned blue and a pleasant male voice came from the Jock Buster "Targets acquired."

Suddenly the un-sacked balls started to jiggle, and Drew watched in fascination as vibration waves ripples across the surface as if the gonads were made of jelly. The vibrations became increasingly intense until with an audible 'pop' both of them exploded violently, leaving a stain on the window and the pedestal.  The whole process took less than ten seconds but seemed much longer to the now horned student who was now raging hard as he imagined using the machine on every big-balled stud he knew.

"Your task today is to test out the Jock Buster to make sure it performs as expected. Make sure it works within the desired range in a variety of conditions.  Of course who you test it on is entirely up to you."

Drew gasped and stepped back as Dr. Havens pointed the device at his head and pulled the trigger.  After several tense seconds the voice chirped "Target is not desired object."

Dr. Havens explained that the Jock Buster could detect when it is not pointed at a pair of testicles and abort the process.

"That way no one loses an eye,"

They both laughed.

Within the hour Drew was let loose in the city with one objective: Test the Jock Buster using the testing parameters specified in real world settings.  The neatly hand written scenarios were:

1. Beach - Verify salinated atmosphere does not interfere with targeting scanners
2. Group Use - Confirm recharge rate is sufficient to be discharged at least three times within one minute
3. Exceptional Size - Verify the device provides desired results on targets of exceptional size; e.g jumbo egg or larger.
4. Motion - Confirm targeting scanners operate as expected when target is moving faster than walking pace.

Since Genecontreo's building was only a short drive from the beach, Drew decided to start there first.  He parked his car in a cruisy, less populated section of the beach he knew would be mostly populated by hunks eager to show off their gym gains in the sun.  Today's crowd did not disappoint. The beach was busy but not crowded and most of the patrons were young men from the college who were tanning shirtless, most of them in tight fitting swimming briefs.  The beach was an eye candy smorgasbord but Drew had to will himself to ignore his own throbbing cock and focus on finding a target.  He settled on a middle aged blonde who had fallen asleep under an umbrella.  Drew walked by the man to size him up and couldn't help but admire the man's well built hairy chest, powerful thighs and a stuffed mesh basket that left nothing to the imagination. Drew smiled as he took a seat on a nearby bench, pulled the Jock Buster out of his pocket and aimed. Just like in the lab the barrel turned blue as the man's bulge started to convulse and vibrate.  The unlucky hunk's eyes shot open and he screamed and his testicles exploded with some matter ejected through the mesh like a sieve causing a spray of gunk . The man's hands raced to his crotch and his screams immediately attracted a crowd which Drew was able to slip through unnoticed.

Next Drew figured he would test out the machine's ability to de-nut multiple studs at once.  He drove to a park near campus he knew the basketball team often practiced at.  His timing was perfect as the game looked to have just ended and most of the players were disbanding except for four jocks who were chatting in a semicircle on the court.  They were all quite tall and their sweat soaked t-shirts clung to their muscled chests; Unfortunately their baggy knee length shorts obscured what Drew imagined to be eight low hanging, fat nards dangling between their legs.

Drew took up position near an informational sign and pretended to read it as he took aim at the first jock.

"Targets acquired,"

POP

"Oh fuck!"  one of the players, a handsome red head screamed as his hands dove into his shorts.

Drew's cock twitched as he watched grayish, meaty chunks running down his muscular thighs.  Before the confused and paniced group could contemplate what had happened there was another 'POP'

"Christ!"  wailed an adorable Latino whose shorts instantly became considerably less full.

"What's wrong, man?"

"What's going on!"

The Latin and the ginger were now in the fetal position with their friends hovering over them in confusion.

"Targets acquired."

A toned black player had knelt to check on his fallen teammates and even though the bagginess of the shorts made it impossible to see a visible bulge, Drew could visualize that in that pose his heavy, black nuts were dangling perfectly for annihilation.

"Oooh!  he screamed as his unborn children painted the inside of his shorts, a meaty chunk fell out of his shorts and landed on his shoe.

By now the four were frantic with three of them in hysterics on the ground and the last man standing frantically dialing emergency on his phone.  He was tall even by the standards of the group and his shaggy black hair really made his facial features pop; in other circumstances Drew might have considered striking up a conversation. But the experiment must go on...

The black haired jock was standing with his feet far apart and as he gyrated wildly Drew could clearly make out the stud's hefty free balling nuts as they bounced against his shorts.  By now a crowd was appearing and Drew heard sirens but - despite the fact he was perfectly aimed on the last player - the Jock Buster was taking longer than normal to...

"Targets acquired,"

POP

The last player had only been seconds away from being able to have kids. His sack erupted in his shorts just before Drew slipped the device back into his pocket out of view of a good Samaritan running toward the scene.  The handsome lad's eyes crossed and he dropped to his knees, a gooey substance dripping down both of his toned legs.

Drew slipped away as a crowd gathered around the writhing, babbling former males.

On his way to his next destination, Drew had to pull over and stroke out a load that left sticky streaks across his shirt as he replayed the gory destruction of so many sperm tanks  He only wished he could have seen the full show rather than having it hidden behind fabric but the results were undeniable.  Plus, Drew concluded he would have a great view for the next test.

He pulled up to his modest gym and went inside.  Like clockwork local gym rat Brett was finishing his workout and was headed toward the locker room.  Drew slyly followed him being sure not to be seen and took up position behind a bank of lockers as Brett peeled out of his soaked clothing.  As soon as Brett's shorts came off it became obvious why Drew had chosen him to test the device on targets of exceptional size.  Drew had admired Brett in the locker room for years.  His perfect musculature was almost beyond description though he wasn't bulky and swinging between his Adonis legs was a ball bag stretched to its limits with two lemon sized sex pods with his seven inch completely flaccid penis resting on top of them.  They were covered in the same thick brown hair that was on the top of his head which somehow made his nuts seem even bigger.

"Target acquired,"

Brett looked up at the faint voice but dismissed it when he didn't see anyone.  He started whistling a peppy tune as his balls started to visibly jiggle and bounce.  He let out a strange squeal and his eyes crossed as his enormous nuts danced in his bag.  Although Drew was enjoying watching Brett's manhood quivering on the brink, this was taking longer than normal and Brett's ridiculous squeal was bound to attract attention.  Suddenly, Drew realized that Brett's thick fuck stick was starting to convulse like a snake as it drooped over his bag.  Drew wondered if Brett's junk was simply too big for the Jock Buster and was about to take his hand off the trigger when Brett's mouth opened in a comical 'O' and he let out a falsetto scream that made Drew's cock twitch.

Brett was singing, his balls were dancing and his statuesque body was glistening when...

BLOOOSH

A shock wave of testicular and penis devastation radiated outward from Brett's chiseled pelvis for at least three feet as chunks and thick fibrous matter coated the locker room floor.  Drew couldn't believe that Brett's enviously huge package was now just a disgusting mess.  He sneaked a final view of Brett's neutered crotch as the dazed athlete stood silently for a moment panning the floor and - upon realizing that the unrecognizable goop was his cock and balls - let out a defeated, high pitch scream before falling to the ground.  Drew heard someone else coming into the locker room and ran toward an emergency exit, nearly slipping on a meaty chunk of Brett's left - or maybe right - testicle that turned instantly into meat sauce under his foot.

Drew laughed hysterically as he made his way to his car, replaying Brett's final moments as king of the locker room over and over in his head.  He only had one more trial left and knew exactly where he would perform it.

He made his way to a wooded jogging trail and took a seat on a bench.  He had cruised these woods several times before and knew there was an almost endless stream of hot runners who purposefully spaced themselves out so that they could duck into the woods unnoticed.

The first jogger was a ridiculously handsome blonde Drew had been eyeing for some time but the Jock Buster wasn't able to get a lock on the moving target.  Three more smoking hot joggers passed by before Drew figured out that he had to move the targeting beam slightly forward of the runner and follow their motion.

Confident he knew the system he waited for another jogger and was not disappointed.  A built Japanese guy Drew had blown several times was approaching and his too-small thigh length running shorts hugged his nuts and cock.  Drew took careful aim.

"Targeting scanner failure,"  the machine chirped and Drew was worried he'd miss his opportunity before the barrel suddenly lit blue.

"Target acquired."

POP

"Holy! Holy fuck!"

Drew creamed in his pants as the handsome Japanese stud's outlined package simply disappeared into his shorts.  It looked like a penis and testicles shaped souffle had collapsed into nothing.  The running shorts were too tight to allow the liquefied matter to leak out outright like had happened with the basketball players so instead it was now slowly pooling at the bottom of his shorts ready to spill out the second those shorts came off.

Drew smiled at himself, slipped the JB 72000X into his pocket and headed back to Genecontreo. Drew filled out a questionnaire and gave some feedback about the device to Dr. Havens before being walked to down a hallway toward an unmarked door.

"Your feedback has been so helpful that we would like to to help with one more round of tests,"

Drew rose his eyelid quizzically as Dr. Havens opened the door.  Drew smiled so hard at the site his jaw actually hurt. His face was locked into a permanent smile as he surveyed a line of handsome, naked young men who were standing side by side with their hands behind their backs smiling back at him.

"Would you mind doing a final endurance test of the JB 7200X? We need to verify how many rounds it can fire before it needs to be recharged."

Dr. Havens handed the still smiling Drew the machine and stepped back.  Drew rose his arm and pointed the Jock Buster toward the swinging sack of an exceptionally attractive footballer who winked at him as Drew pulled the trigger.

POP

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This story is continued in May 2023 post that goes into more explosive detail about the park castrations. The link is here