Family Feud - Roshambo

Quick definition: Roshambo; a contest where contestants take turns kicking each others' balls. The last man standing (or whole...) wins.

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Tycho adored his older brother so had 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. Tycho chuckled at the near miss, but Austin's face was flushed in genuine annoyance at what had been a sincere accident.

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

"Fuck you!" Austin laughed back.

"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 stood next to his brother with his arms crossed and his handsome face contorted into a mischievous grin. Austin made a lunging motion like he was going to tackle his brother like when they were kids but Tycho just smiled as if daring his muscle bound brother to challenge him in the grass.

The two brothers made sharp, but good-natured verbal jabs as they finished their lunch, roaring with laughter. But not being one to let a challenge go unanswered, even though Tycho's comment about roshambo had been nearly an hour 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. 

Although there wasn't a woman in site, Austin was clearly dressed to impress as was his brawny brother whose own ample nuts were filling out his jeans.

Tycho rose his eyebrow and grinned.

He took a last swig from his water bottle and then stood across from Austin with his legs equally widespread. They both made tempting roshambo targets standing in the grassy field.

"Oh, I'd definitely win, glass balls. And when - not if - I win you have to finish the rest of the chores by yourself while I relax in your pool and drink some of that fancy-people scotch of yours. Oh, and you'll owe me fifty bucks." Tycho declared.

Austin rose his eyebrow. Since Tycho was volunteering anyway, the only real stakes were the fifty dollars. Not too much of a risk with his pride - and testicular fortitude - on the line.

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

"Suck your dick!" Tycho laughed.

"Gross dude!" Austin chuckled, "No, if I win you have to finish mending the stable fence by yourself. Naked."

Tycho flushed red. 

"Come on man, that's right on the road."

"Oh don't worry, your ass'll be facing any cars that drive by. But I'll be sure to capture the highlights on my Instagram!" 

Austin pulled his cellphone from his pocket and mockingly pointed it at his brother. Despite being ripped, young and generally proud of his body, Tycho shuddered at the prospect of public nudity, even on a barely traveled stretch of country road. 

With the battle lines drawn, 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 his brother's face.

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, and I don't want any nephews or nieces so what's the problem?" 

Tycho joked  crassly, not really registering what would need to actually happen to make his joke of his brother never having kids come to fruition.

"Fine, give me your best shot!"

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 his brother'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, though he felt uneasy at how violently he had kicked Austin. This was just a game yet Tycho hadn't held back anything at all. I need to tone it down, he thought.

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... Christ!"

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 steadied himself for his brother's revenge. It was a good thing he had as Austin was no longer restraining himself, sending 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.

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. He was getting dizzy and something in the back of his mind was begging him to give up before Tycho accidentally - or purposefully - really did some damage.

"You ready to give up big bro?" Tycho laughed.

His own nuts were swelling in reaction to the brutal kicks, but his 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 could tell his brother was in real pain. Part of him wanted to run forward and hug Austin but the notion was extinguished as Austin shouted for him to spread his legs.

Tycho clenched his jaw as he felt Austin's boot slam into his balls. His bulge deformed horribly as his balls were compressed dangerously, pancaking in his pants. His testicles were being redlined but he hardly noticed. The sensation was actually mildly pleasant and to Austin's chagrin Tycho actually giggled from the pain.

Austin took the next dozen blows like a champ, expertly hiding the pain from his increasingly red and swollen testicles. They were throbbing and felt like they had cracked wide open and the disorienting pain was making his own revenge kicks less and less effective. Despite the fact Austin was unleashing everything he had into destroying his brother's balls, Tycho barely seemed to notice. Despite the fact both sacks were full to bursting with swollen, shattering nuts, only Austin seemed to be in any real pain.

Austin couldn't believe Tycho's testicular fortitude. He actually seemed to be enjoying being kicked in the nuts regardless of how hard Austin kicked.

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

The older brother 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 a cocky 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.

Austin concentrated and gave Tycho's balls the hardest kick he was physically capable of. To prepare for the kick he put himself into the mind space that he was counter attacking someone who had mugged him on the street with a knife. He was totally uninhibited and violent as he smashed Tycho's balls, the massive bulge compressing nearly flat. 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 sharp giggles and he felt his cock start to plump up. Tycho's balls were damage sponges, soaking up whatever Austin could throw at them and converting it into erotic, kinky pleasure.

The totally straight Tycho wasn't necessarily getting turned on, but he really liked the sensation of having his nuts cracked. He thought that if Austin was swapped out with a hot busty woman he would probably have blown his load. Austin was astonished by Tycho's nonchalant response.

Austin stood with his legs spread, his lip quivering as he prepared for Tycho's next blow.

"Dude, let's just call it a draw, okay?" Tycho asked. His tone was jocular but the panicked look on Austin's face made him really uncomfortable.

"No, go ahead. I'm not gonna lose to a chump like you!" Austin tried to fill his taunt with bravado but his throbbing balls choked the words in his throat.

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

Austin screamed and his entire upper body seemed to flush as his sperm factories felt like they were being decommissioned. Austin let out a deep, earth shaking scream that made Tycho even more uncomfortable as Austin's right nut let out a fiery bolt of pain, pleading for Austin to give up, but his ego won out. Tycho winced. This really wasn't fun any more.

"Austin, let's just call it a draw, okay?"

"No. Spread your legs,"

Tycho obliged and despite Austin's best efforts to flush Tycho out of the gene pool, Tycho only let out a pleasured moan and an ironic giggle despite the fact that his huge nuts had been taken to within a fraction of an inch of literally rupturing. Austin's blows were not restrained in the least, but what Austin - and Tycho - didn't realize, Tycho was apparently really into having his balls bashed. The dull ache in his guts was a mix of pleasure and agony and the throbbing in his sack was actually fueling his semi hard dick like an aphrodisiac. Indeed, the closer Austin actually came to doing real damage, the more Tycho wanted to stay in the game.

Austin gulped. His nuts were on fire. He was honestly afraid of what Tycho was going to do next. The last time they had played roshambo they were skinny high school freshmen. Now they were both fully grown sculpted muscle with the strength - and testicle crushing force - that came with it. A small voice in the back of Austin's head was pleading for him to stop and just give his kid brother the win but his ego overpowered it yet again.

"Okay, Tycho, do your worst! You'll be sorry on the next round,"

Austin was in the usual spread leg posture, face stoic and arms behind his back but Tycho felt like something was off. Tycho knew Austin enough to know when Austin was putting on a show of masculine toughness to hide deep pain, and Austin was definitely doing that. What Tycho couldn't see through Austin's jeans was that his nuts were ridiculously swollen, purplish red and throbbing. They looked like someone had stomped on them over and over, which was essentially true. Tycho hadn't consciously realized it but the more turned on he was getting from having his own nuts turned to peanut butter, the more unhinged his return kicks to Austin were. Tycho pulled his leg back and was just about to completely demolish Austin's genitals but stopped. The adrenaline and hormone rush was being overridden by the look of panicked despair on Austin's face.

"Austin man, come on. Let's just say I won, okay? Or call it a draw?" Tycho pleaded.

The prospect of getting kicked in the nuts again was filling Tycho was a peculiar urge and he was willing to do whatever it took for his muscular brother to unload on him again. Even if that meant potentially ruining Austin.

"Okay, here it goes!" Tycho bellowed as he unleashed objectively the most powerful kick of the game.

The blow was so extreme that, even as his steel-toed boot was mid-arch, the rational part of Tycho's brain immediately realized it wasn't just going to be a hard blow, but a callously viscous, hateful testicle wrecking blow. Driven by kinky hormones, Tycho had just delivered a kick - powered by his strong legs and heavy steel-toed work boots - that he realized could actually rupture Austin. For real.

Tycho's eyes grew wide just before his boot collided with Austin's crotch. He knew he was really about to hurt - potentially seriously injure -  his own brother. But in the fraction of a second it took his mind to realize that, it was too late. Inertia had taken over.

Tycho felt his work boot connect squarely with the fleshly, swollen lump in Austin's jeans. He actually recoiled as he felt his brother's nuts warp and compress under the insane amount of pressure and he started to grow extremely alarmed as he felt Austin's bulge flatten and flatten and flatten with barely any resistance. Tycho felt a wave of nausea as he realized he had taken the game too far and shuddered when he saw Austin's eyes cross as he let out a tortured wail that rang through the grassy field. 

Austin felt a wave of nausea too, but not from regret. Pain like nothing Austin had ever felt radiated through his entire body, pulsing from his nuts with every heartbeat. It was overwhelming pain and before he could fully absorb it, he burst into sobs and collapsed, clutching his battered nuts and crying. Tycho was mortified that he had taken a stupid game to the point of making his hunky brother cry his eyes out and felt like the biggest asshole on the planet.

"You okay, man?"

Austin only rolled to his side, waving his brother away before going back to cupping his nearly cracked eggs. Tycho's heart sank, and he stepped back to give his brother some time to recover. Austin shamelessly buried a hand into his jeans and rolled each of his huge nuts in his hands, legitimately examining them for damage. Luckily, besides hurting like a bitch and feeling quite swollen, they otherwise seemed unharmed.

After a while, Tycho extended his hand and helped the still-whimpering Austin to his feet. Tycho was gracious enough to divert his gaze and pretend not to notice Austin wiping tears from his eyes rather than make a tone-deaf joke about his brother having 'glass balls'.

"Well, Tycho, looks like you won. A deal's a deal,"

Austin pulled out his wallet and handed Tycho his winnings. It was clear from Austin's slight wincing as he put his wallet back into his front pocket that he was still in a lot of pain. Tycho felt terrible.

"I really do need to get back to work, that was a longer game than I thought it would be! Anyway, enjoy my pool and liquor cabinet. Oh, and please shower before you get in the pool. You're a sweaty mess."

Tycho grinned as he rubbed a hand over his soaked chest and flung the sweat onto Austin who winced in a mix of disgust and surprise. He turned to head toward the house to enjoy some time to relax alone... 

Tycho stopped and turned back to Austin.

"If we both tackle your list, we'll finish in half the time. Then we'd both be free to, ya' know, hang out together or whatever," Tycho shrugged.

Tycho really did adore his brother. 

Austin smiled warmly as he patted Tycho on the back.