Family Feud Roshambo - Evil Mix

Hey Guys!: This story contains explicit depictions of a consensual encounter turning more brutal than the bustee wanted which can be uncomfortable for some. Reader discretion advised.

Here is the original version of last week's brothers' roshambo story. It is markedly darker than the one that was posted; enjoy :) 

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Tycho didn't necessarily like his step brother Austin, but ever since he had joined the family as a teenager Tycho thought he was hot. Austin had grown into a beautiful young man and watching him work was like watching male perfection in motion, plus he usually worked shirtless and paid well so Tycho jumped at the chance to help him do weekend chores on his small ranch.  It was barely after noon and the temperature was already hovering above 37 C. Both of them had long abandoned their shirts, letting their labor-hewn, muscular torsos glisten in the sun. They had stopped to eat lunch in the shade of a giant oak tree and Austin asked Tycho to throw him another apple from their basket. 

"Sure thing, Austin," 

Tycho tossed the apple in a sloppy arch that was sailing toward Austin's crotch, the heavy orb caught just in the nick of time. Austin's flushed in annoyance and Tycho pretended it had been an accident. In actuality, ever since he had first caught a glance of Austin's huge nuts, he had gotten off thinking about cracking them. He never missed an opportunity to 'accidentally' strike Austin's bean bag.

"What's wrong? Can't take a little apple to the nuts?" Tycho joked.

"Fuck you!" Austin sneered.

"It's okay, Austin. Everyone knows you have glass balls,"

Austin looked even more annoyed.

"It's true, I remember our games of roshambo. You'd cry like a bitch," Tycho teased.

Tycho stood next to his brother with his arms crossed and his handsome face contorted into a wicked grin. He made a lunging motion like he was going to tackle his step brother and Austin braced himself, convinced that this was going to be the time Tycho finally snapped and acted on his thinly veiled sexual attraction. It was no secret that Tycho had the hots for Austin; Austin always resisted but that didn't stop him from teasing Tycho endlessly, like today in his tight blue jeans showing off his awesome lower body and his shirtless torso glistening with sweat.

The two brothers made sharp, verbal jabs that went way beyond passive aggressive as they finished their lunch. Not being one to let a challenge go unanswered, even though Tycho's comment about roshambo had been nearly twenty minutes earlier, Austin grinned.

"So, you really think you'd win a game of roshambo against these?"

Austin stood with a wide leg stance and pointed to the large bulge in his tight blue jeans. Tycho felt his cock stiffen in his jeans as Austin flaunted the very targets he had dreamed about wrecking for years. Tycho licked his lips and grinned.

He approached Austin until they were standing face to face with their legs spread, both of them making tempting roshambo targets.

"Oh, I'd definitely win, glass balls. And when - not if - I win you have to finish the rest of the chores by yourself naked while I watch. "

Tycho practically drooling as he eyed Austin up and down, his gaze lingering on his abs and crotch.

"Oh, and you'll also owe me fifty bucks," Tycho threw in.

Austin rolled his eyes. He was used to Tycho's unabashed flirting but it had recently become more explicit.

"Okay, deal. And if I win you have to..."

"Suck your dick!" Tycho half-joked.

"Fucking gross, faggot!" Austin nearly hissed.

 "No, if I win you have to fuck Rebecca Croskey,"

Tycho recoiled in revulsion. Rebecca was a friend of Austin's, a bombshell who Tycho would have gladly hooked up with if he was straight. She had been hounding Austin to convince Tycho to sleep with her for weeks, convinced her pussy was so magical it would convert him. And even though Austin and Tycho weren't biologically related, they were both super hot, similar looking muscular jocks so she figured if Tycho was anything in bed like Austin she would be in for a wild time.

"Come on man, you know I'm not into snatch,"

"What it it was a three-way with me?" 

Austin winked and placed a finger on Tycho's chest, slowly running his over Tycho's rippled stomach stopping just short of the waistband of his jeans. Tycho's heart fluttered just at the feel of one of Austin's fingers on his naked chest but he knew Austin was just messing with him.

"Fine, if you somehow miraculously win I'll fuck that Rebecca bitch," Tycho sighed.

"Good. And while you're doing her maybe you'll finally know what it feels like to be as disgusted and repulsed as I do every time I catch you eye fucking me,"

Tycho glared at Austin's mean spirted comment. Austin really could be such a prick sometimes.

Austin flipped a coin to determine who would go first. The game started with Tycho.

"Okay, so standard college rules, last man standing wins. Nothing really dirty, no grinding kicks, no running kicks. No jump kicks." 

Austin announced and Tycho nodded in agreement.

Austin put his arms behind his back and spread his legs further, his balls resting at the bottom of the inverted V made by his jeans. It was a huge, hard to miss target and Tycho was determined to flatten it and wipe the smug look off Austin's face. Austin was the paradigm of the 'hot blonde jock' stereotype Tycho had shot countless loads dreaming about castrating over the years and little did Austin realize when he agreed to the game that Tycho had actually turned that particular dream into reality once before.

Tycho reared his leg back and was about to strike when Austin made a time-out motion with his hands.

"Tycho, we're in work boots, with steel toes. Don't you think we oughta do this in our socks or something?"

"What's the matter? You never talked about wanting kids anyway?" Tycho snickered.

Tycho almost couldn't disguise how badly he wanted to pulp Austin's sperm berries.

"Fine, give me your best shot, queen!" 

Austin pumped out his chest as Tycho sent his foot sailing into his bulging jeans. Austin's smile was quickly wiped from his face as he felt Tycho's boot crash into his junk, propelled by Tycho's ridiculously toned leg.

"Fuck!" Austin shouted, his knees shaking as he resisted just collapsing to the ground.

"Ready to give up yet?" Tycho laughed, his dick raging at the sensation of Austin's fleshy lumps compressing under his foot.

Austin quickly regained his composure and motioned for Tycho to assume the position. Tycho had barely braced himself for the kick when Austin's booted foot sailed upward, squashing Tycho's equally impressive denim-clad lumps. Tycho gasped in surprised but was otherwise unfazed by the kick. Austin was a muscular relatively young jock with visibly powerful legs so Tycho wasn't sure if his muted response was because Austin was holding back or his balls really were made of steel.

Austin seemed shocked by Tycho's lack of reaction, but being a good sport he smiled and stood with his legs wide and arms at his side.

"Hit me with your best... Fuck!"

Austin hadn't been able to finish his taunt before he felt an explosion of pain coming from his boys. Tycho's foot at smashed them into his pelvis with pulverizing force, the temping targets being deformed by the blow. His eyes started to water yet he resisted the urge to give up. Tycho's cock was now fully hard, an obvious outline in his jeans.

Tycho steadied himself for his step brother's revenge. It was a good thing he had as Austin sent his boot wildly into Tycho's bulge. Tycho let out a yelp - more from shock than pain - as his nuts were punted upward by the tip of Austin's boot. He could feel his testicles bouncing around in his ball bag as Austin's boot retracted. Despite the blow clearly being more powerful than the first, Tycho quickly recovered almost as if his rippled abs were absorbing the pain signals coming from his crotch. Austin seemed annoyed he hadn't elicited more of a reaction. Tycho loved getting as much as he gave, unfortunately for Austin, Tycho's nuts were much better conditioned to it.

"Dude, are you hard?" Austin asked in disgust, pointing to Tycho's raging cock.

Tycho shrugged. Austin had no idea Tycho wasn't getting hard just looking at his hot body, but because Tycho was replaying the hottest extreme ball busting scenes he had ever seen in his head.

The next blow to Austin's baby makers were truly devastating. He felt like his entire world was collapsing as he felt Tycho's boots annihilating his gonads. His eyes crossed and he thought he was going to be sick. The next several rounds were increasingly violent as boots punted, crushed and kicked their delicate jean bulges. Tycho seemed to hardly notice, but Austin was clearly in a world of hurt. His nuts had swollen significantly and the pain was starting to become unbearable. If Austin could have actually seen his purplish-black, swollen-to-bursting sack he would have stopped the game immediately.

"You ready to give up, Austin?" 

Tycho sneered, desperately hoping Austin would been going. He could tell his kicks were doing terminal damage to Austin's boys and he was edging closer to turning the juicy nuggets into chunks.

His own nuts were swelling in reaction to the brutal kicks, but due to years of brutal ball conditioning, the pain signals were far less urgent than Austin's. Not wanting to lose the game, Austin straitened up and nodded. Despite his macho display, Tycho knew his hunky step brother was in real pain.

Tycho clenched his jaw as he felt Austin's boot slam into his balls. Even though most guys would have been a babbling mess, Tycho had long ago learned to associate ball pain with pleasure and built up enough of a tolerance to take anything Austin could throw at him in stride, it also helped that the closer Austin's bubbles got to bursting, the weaker and less carefully aimed his blows were.

Tycho had to admit that Austin took the next dozen blows better than he expected, especially considering his bloated ball bag was starting to feel like thick putty under Tycho's boot. After a particularly brutal kick Tycho was sure one of Austin's balls had started to pop, but that only got him more eager to finish the job. That dumb jock has no idea how much damage I'm doing, Tycho smiled to himself as Austin struggled to right himself after a particularly violent kick that had lifted him off the ground. Austin's next kick was badly aimed and barely registered with Tycho, so much so that if he had been a gentleman he would have offered Austin a do-over. But Tycho wasn't a gentleman especially with a hot jock's rocks just minutes from being pulped into gravel.

Austin couldn't believe his step brother's testicular fortitude and was stunned that Tycho had stayed rock hard through the entire game despite the pain. Austin presumed Tycho was at a similar pain level, which was far from correct.

"Do you wanna' give up yet, Tycho?" Austin asked.

He asked the question with as much bravado as he could muster in his damaged state but he secretly hoped that Tycho would throw the white flag to save himself from being castrated in the middle of the field but Tycho just put on an evil grin and spread his legs wide. He was slightly squatting, making his swollen bulge rest invitingly at the bottom of the the crotch of his jeans, the thick outline of his cock obvious on his thigh.

Austin concentrated and gave Tycho's balls the hardest kick he was physically capable of. Tycho's eyes opened wide as his testicles were compressed dangerously, flattening and warping under Austin's boot. The flatter they got, the more Tycho liked it and instead of howling, he let out a wave of deep, belly laughs and his cock twitched wildly. Austin was instantly revolted by the small wet spot forming in Tycho's jeans over his clearly-outlined cock head.

Austin stood with his legs spread, his lip quivering as he prepared for Tycho's next blow. Just give up, the rational part of Austin's brain was screaming but it in Austin's typical fashion, that particular voice was promptly ignored.

"Dude, I don't think they're gonna' last much longer," 

Tycho laughed though he wasn't joking. Austin's balls felt absolutely mushy and were nearly black. Tiny fractures were already coursing over the surface of the tough outer shell of each nut, radiating out like tiny cracks in broken glass, still whole but just a slight disruption away from completely shattering.

"Go ahead! I'm not gonna lose to a cock sucker like you!" 

Austin meant his taunt to be insulting, but Tycho just smiled; he was the best cocksucker in the county, after all.

Tyco drew his leg back and kicked Austin in the nuts. Hard. Too fucking hard.

Austin let out a high pitched scream that made Tycho's eyes roll back slightly as he drank in the sound like wine. An imperceptible 'squick' signaled the last shift for one of Austin's sperm factories. His left nut had ruptured explosively under the latest impact and the Tycho's foot left a permanent indent in the now deformed organ. His right nut wasn't doing much better. A roaring pain rocked Austin's body and the husky fucker fell to his knees, clutching his terminal sack but not fully aware just how back the damage was, but Tycho was fully aware. The look of shock on Austin's face and the strange feeling of a nut suddenly loosing shape under his boot were telltale markers of a rupture.

It took Austin a long, long time to get back to his feet, still not fully aware of how close he was to losing everything, and he made a half hearted gesture for Tycho to assume the position. Tycho knew Austin wasn't going to be any serious threat now, so he stood confidently with his legs spread. Austin tried to deliver a blow but it was so weak Tycho just laughed derisively. This time, since he knew Austin's world was about to end, he told his step brother to have another turn, which was equally disappointing. Tycho was hungry for pain his cocky step bro was no longer capable of delivering.

Austin stood with his arms to his side, his knees quivering and his eyes barely able to focus. Tycho couldn't help but admire how incredibly hot Austin was, it was just too bad all of his external good looks were wrapped around a homophobic, arrogant, womanizing asshole. But robbing the world of even the possibility of Austin passing on some of his aesthetically perfect genes seemed unfair without giving Austin one last chance to back down, Tycho concluded.

He stepped up to Austin and placed a hand on his shoulder, looking at him with clearly fake sympathy.

"Austin, let's just call it a draw, okay buddy? I'm not gonna' hold back with this next kick," 

Tycho's mock sympathy was too much for Austin.

"Fuck you, faggot!," Austin hissed.

Tycho shrugged and stepped back. Oh well, he thought, no one can say I didn't give him a chance. Austin was absolutely unprepared for what happened next. Tycho let out a warlike howl as he unleashed objectively the most powerful kick of the game.

The kick was so extreme that Austin's eyes turned into saucers as he was punted slightly off his feet. It was a callously viscous, hateful testicle wrecking blow. Tycho felt his work boot connect squarely with the fleshly, swollen lump in Austin's jeans feeling it warp and compress under the insane amount of pressure and he started to grow extremely aroused as he felt Austin's bulge flatten and flatten and flatten with shrinking resistance. His left nut was totally pulped just seconds before his right exploded, the inside of Austin's once bull sack looked like a bomb had gone off.

This time there was no ambiguity in Austin's brain, he knew something seriously bad had just happened and the pain was so extreme his body started cancelling it out automatically as if he had gone into shock. A sudden wave of nausea swept his body followed by him hunching over and spewing his lunch into the grass. Damn, Tycho thought as he watched his step brother heaving, even as a castrated, puking eunuch Austin still looks hot.

Austin fell to his back, kicking his legs in the air as he dug his hands into his pants. He screamed when he felt how mushy and shapeless his favorite body parts were.

"Tycho! You just... you just fucking..."

Austin couldn't even wrap his mind around the ramifications of what had just happened and sadly for him his body was starting to fully process the pain signals that made his eyes cross and every muscle in his body tense and flex. 

"Damn that's a hot view," Tycho laughed as he stood over his writhing, half naked brother.

He callously reached down and fetched Austin's wallet, taking his fifty dollars before throwing the wallet squarely at Austin's face. Tycho went to turn before remembering the second part of his prize for winning roshambo. He knelt down and turned Austin on this stomach, his bubble ass filling out his jeans beautifully. Tycho's mouth was watering and his cock felt like it was going to break his fly open. 

"So you won't be doing any chores any time soon, but I still get to see you naked. Rules are rules, right,"

Even though Austin was overwhelmed with the pain of a double rupture, he was growing increasingly alarmed with the position Austin had gotten him in and to his horror he was helpless to stop it. Any time he tried to take his hands from his shattered nuts, they instinctively went right back. He still felt too nauseous to move and he could barely concentrate on anything. For the first time in his life Austin screamed in genuine panic, begging Tycho to stop as he grabbed the waistband of Austin's jeans and wrenched them and his underwear to his knees. 

"Tycho! Stop!"

Tycho was so excited he didn't even remember pulling out his throbbing, eight inch cock that was now oozing onto Austin's perfectly sculpted buns as his mouth was literally drooling. Every muscle in Austin's back was taught as he helplessly tried to escape from under Tycho who felt like he weighed a ton.

It only took one of Tycho's hands pressed on Austin's back to keep him down, the view of Austin's perfectly shaped, tanned ass was so hot Tycho was afraid he was going to blow his load right then, but he didn't want to waste his pent up load painting Austin's back. Despite all of his straight bombast and muscles, Austin was now completely defenseless. A sex object for Tycho to show mercy to... or violently fuck until he was split in half.

Tycho wasn't feeling merciful.

"I'm begging! Please don't, man!" Austin was hysterical.

Tycho reached between Austin's legs and grabbed his destroyed sack, squeezing as hard as he could. Austin's horrified shriek as something semi-solid burst in his palm was too much stimulation and Tycho's hips flexed, bringing his mushroom head to less than an inch away from Austin's puckered hole. 

"Tycho!" Austin screamed. 

"Fuck you, breeder!" Tycho roared.

Austin cried and pleaded as his hunky step brother fucked his brawny brains out.

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Hope you enjoyed this installment. My posts go through multiple drafts and entire plot lines and endings usually end up just lost forever. Do you have an alternate ending / plot direction for existing stories you would like to see explored? If so leave a comment or leave an email trumansmith [at] gmail.com and I might do a remix for you!

This situation was slightly different since I started with an originally dark story and toned it down a lot to the 'original' that was published last week.