Not Funny, Bro!

Bruce and Greg were extremely close friends. Bruce was a charismatic, handsome young man who had been extremely popular in high school, an alpha male who just happened to be into dudes. He brushed aside the relatively little flack he got for being gay by being a star athlete and unquestionably nice guy. Greg, on the other hand, was a lanky, shy bookish type with thick glasses and a face full of freckles. He didn't consider himself smart enough to hang out with the nerds and was too awkward to fit in with the other cliques but somehow by chance he and Bruce had become unlikely best friends.

In a twist on traditional stereotypes, the muscular Bruce acted as something of a body guard for his meek straight friend and had even tried to play match maker, pointing several of the gorgeous girls in his popular clique toward his attractive, though painfully shy, buddy.

It was no surprise to anyone that the two purposefully chose to attend Amajor University together and become roommates. Bruce considered Greg to be the most awesome person he had ever met, so convinced Greg to rush the Tau Omega Chi fraternity with him their first semester. The logic was that if Greg found a clique he could be comfortable in, with Bruce's support, he would finally come out of his shell or at very least show the world the amazing guy he really was.

After a hellacious semester of hazing that ticked off every stereotype in the book - excessive drinking, degrading pranks, streaking through the campus library, those types of antics - Greg and Bruce were among the ten who were selected to join the fraternity at the end of the fall semester and tonight, their first weekend back from winter break, was initiation night.

"Welcome, new brothers!" a brooding upperclassmen named Axel announced to the group of new members assembled in the grand hall of the Tau Omega Chi House. A roaring fire in the fireplace kept the chilly December air at bay.

Bruce patted Greg on the back and smiled as Axel continued his welcoming speech. 

"As you all know, you're now part of the best fraternity on campus. Tau Omega Chi!"

There was a whoop from the crowd and Axel, the newly elected fraternity president, soaked up their admiration.

"Now there's just one more task for you all. As you know we like to have fun at Tau Omega and what's more fun than a nut shot to your bros!"

"Ooomph!" 

Trevor, another senior fraternity brother who had been standing behind Axel doubled over after Axel casually slammed his fist into Trevor's crotch. It wasn't a particularly rough blow, but Trevor was more taken aback by the surprise. Everyone chuckled.

"So for this final initiation challenge, we're going to play a semester long game tap the sack. Your mission should you choose to accept it, is to wrack each other as often as you can and send the evidence to our WhatsApp group. Smile!"

Trevor looked up and groaned as Axel snapped a picture of him still clutching his nuts with his phone. Everyone beside Trevor laughed as all of their phones lit up at once as Axel shared the photo. He explained the loose rules of the game. The new initiates could only sack tap each other, not the established brotherhood, no blows that could even risk permanent damage, nothing in campus buildings including dorms, noting in the frat house or grounds - which would be like fish in a barrel - and absolutely no malicious intent.

"Look guys, this is just a fun thing we do. If you're really trying to hurt your fellow initiates - that means your trying to hurt your new brothers - so maybe you should re-evaluate whether or not Tau Omega Chi is really right for you if that's the case,"

"Umm.." a tall handsome freshman named Zane spoke up.

"You say that, but what about last year after the Super Bowl?"

A whispered hush filled the hall. Axel's face briefly flashed an odd expression as if he had just recalled something hilarious and he was about to speak before Kent, the fraternity's new Risk Manager, leaned in and whispered something into Axel's ear. President Axel nodded and gave the watching freshmen a mischievous grin.

"That supposed incident never happened. It was just a harmless game of nut ball that got wildly exaggerated in the retelling. You really shouldn't believe everything you read online,"

The watching boys nodded. The last rules were straight forward. To prevent the game from turning into a wild free for all, no target could retaliate for at least a day, every nut shot had to be photographed and shared to the group in their WhatsApp channel and Axel and the other senior members would award arbitrary points. Extra points would be given for nut shots before a guy's date night, creativity and the force of the impact, which would be extrapolated by the victim's facial expression and after-hit pose. Since it would be reliant on pictures and not video, the honor system was in play when tagging the photos such as #punch or #knee since the actual hit wouldn't be recorded.

"So new brothers, this is an entirely optional game. No shame if you opt out but if you play and win, you'll get this,"

Kent handed Axel a small handmade trophy; two golf balls spray-painted shiny steel on a wood block engraved 'Tau Omega Chi - Balls of Steel Champion'. Everyone laughed at the ridiculously cheesy award.

"You'll also win bragging rights for years. Oh, and you can bow out at any time if you feel your family tree starting to wilt."

Everyone laughed at the bad pun.

"So raise your hand if you don't wanna' play."

Two of the new fraternity brothers rose their hands. Axel nodded and motioned for them to cross the room to the side where Axel and the other established brothers were standing. 

"No shame in that. Like I said, it's just a fun thing we do and it isn't fun if it isn't voluntary,"

Axel's cock got hard as he remembered what he had done after the Super Bowl last year, clearly contradicting the mature, sagely advise he was giving now.

"These two are absolutely off limits," Axel barked pointing to the two potential players who had bowed out. 

"But the rest of you; it's open season on these sixteen nuts!" 

There was a whoop of laughter as the new members started mingling with their new frat brothers, music played and someone bought out a keg. Tonight was the party to commemorate their official acceptance into Tau Omega Chi, tomorrow would be the start of the craziest game of nut tag any of them had ever played.

Beside Greg and Bruce, there was Zane, a tall lad Bruce and Greg knew from high school, and Justin, a short athletic sophomore and who Bruce had wanked off countless times thinking about. Justin was a short incredibly muscular brunette who had shameless thrown himself at Bruce at the gym and Sam, an adorable Black student who seemed to have a new girlfriend every week. Victor, David and Chad rounded out the players, all of them were - keeping with the Tau Omega Chi aesthetic - athletic, handsome and hung - or at least Bruce imagined. Chad rivaled Sam for the number of women he plowed through and David who claimed to have hooked up with at least one member of every male sports team on campus, a boast that seemed reasonable considering his chiseled jawline and taught body that he showed off with his glove-like tight outfits. Even though Greg still didn't consider himself in the same league physically as his new frat brothers, that was only his self-consciousness. 

He had blossomed during his first semester at Amajor. Greg had filled out nicely so was no longer lanky. He wasn't ripped, but his time at the gym was definitely paying off. He'd traded in his dorky glasses for contacts which made his gorgeous grey eyes pop and the attention he was getting from coeds was doing wonders for his self esteem. Though he'd never dream of hooking up with the guy he loved like an actual brother, Bruce had always found Greg as attractive on the outside as he was on the inside so was glad everyone else was finally getting on board. Greg always went all-in on whatever fraternity antics were going on and was popular among the other pledges and the rest of the fraternity. Bruce couldn't have been happier for him.

The first points were scored within hours of the game starting. Victor and David were walking back to their dorm after the party when the very drunk Victor leaned against a tree looking like he was going to hurl. David put his hand on his shoulder to see if he was okay and was rewarded for his good deed with a fist to the crotch. His bugged out eyes reflected comically in the bright flash of the photo a miraculously cured Victor had taken. The next day, David returned the favor just before the two entered the off-limits zone of the library, leaving Victor doubled over as several students, including David, took mocking Snap Chats. The boys all went about collecting a point here and there with funny, if a bit tame, fist-to-nut setups for the next week. The senior brothers were starting to get bored with the lack of creativity. 

"Good morning, sunshine," Bruce smiled  as he stepped out of their dorm room's small shower.

He was wearing a towel around his trim waist, but Greg had gotten a glimpse of Bruce's huge bruisers flopping against the fabric as they swung. Greg considered himself one-hundred percent straight but discovered that ball busting stories and videos got him nearly as hard as the hottest pussy flick. Whenever he needed a boost in the bedroom, he would just imagine some hot jock's nuts pressed in a vice and he was instantly hard as a rock. His first week on campus he had gotten so horned thinking about taking a double-barrel shotgun to Bruce's low hangers that he fucked a girl silly; the unsuspecting coed totally amazed by how the meek, but handsome, nerd had nearly split her in half. Greg loved Bruce like a brother, so didn't want to make their relationship awkward by saying something like "Hey man, thinking about nutting you is an aphrodisiac to me," so the topic was never broached.

Living with Bruce together in a small dorm room with a tiny bathroom had given Bruce lots of opportunities to see his buddy's junk and Bruce, who didn't see Greg in a sexual way at all, often paraded around in his underwear or less like they were in a locker room. Little did Bruce suspect that he was giving Greg tons of bate fuel as he gathered enough visual reference to imagine all manner of gory demises to Bruce's sex life. No matter how vivid his fantasies - or how hot the resulting fuck - Greg had never been able to bring himself to even sack tap his hung friend, half out of embarrassment and half out of fear that once he started he might not be able to stop, so the 'game' they were part of in the fraternity was the perfect excuse to finally do it.

"...are you listening to me?"  Bruce laughed, standing in front of the seated Greg.

Greg snapped out of his daydream and realized that by virtue of his position his face was mere inches from Bruce's crotch. It was too tempting. He balled his fist and was about to send it sailing into Bruce's baby makers when Bruce's eyes got wide and he made a time-out signal with his hands.

"Hey man! You can't do it here, we're on campus, remember?" Bruce said with a wink.

Greg laughed it off though he really wanted to just follow through regardless of whether or not he would score a point. 

"Are you going to the mixer at Lambda Sigma tonight? That cute girl from econ is a Lambda, you should definitely tap that." Bruce said as he headed to his bureau to get dressed.

Within an hour they were both dressed wearing their brand new Tau Omega Chi sweatshirts. This was going to be their first fraternity-sorority mixer as actual brothers and, despite it being terribly cliche, they were both stoked. Greg in particular was horned up thinking about chatting up and fucking the adorable chick from his economics class who had been dropping subtle hints since the first day back from break. Bruce, picking up on his friend's increasing horniness told him he'd crash at the Tau Omega Chi house after the party, leaving their dorm room free for whatever Greg had planned.

"Looks like someone is ready to unleash the beast!" Bruce laughed pointing to the obvious bulge growing in Greg's jeans. 

Greg's face flushed with embarrassment as they headed out, arriving at Fraternity Row minutes later. Even though Greg was much more relaxed than high school, Bruce could tell he was getting nervous as they approached the Lambda Sigma sorority house, wafts of pop music and laughter could be heard coming from inside. Bruce put his hand on Greg's shoulder and stopped him in his tracks.

"Greg, you look fucking hot as fuck right now! She's gonna' be wild for you, trust me. You're a stud, bro..."

Bruce went on with his pep talk and Greg felt more relaxed straight away. Ever since high school Bruce had a way of stopping him from catastrophizing everything. Bruce really was a great...

"Fuck!"

Bruce rose his knee, connecting squarely with Greg's bulge, as he used his once-tender grasp on his shoulder to pull Greg into the hit. Greg's eyes bulged and he looked up just in time to see Bruce snapping a photo. 

"I'm gonna' tag this one 'knee before date night'. That's extra points!" 

Bruce hadn't given Greg a full strength kick - that would have been injurious - but it was much stronger than the weak backhands and poorly-aimed punches that the frat brothers had done so far in their game. The group chat erupted into laughing-face and high-five emojis, many coming from inside party Greg and Bruce were standing outside of.

Bruce smiled as he read through some of them before furling his brow and giving his buddy a sincerely apologetic look. 

"You okay man?"

Greg coughed, a dull ache lingering in his guts.

"I'm good, man. Nice hit, dick!" he laughed as they made their way into the party. 

He had considered giving Bruce a back hand in return but remember the retaliation window, getting mildly excited by the prospect that he was finally going to get to try and crack Bruce's nuts tomorrow. The dull ache lingered so long that Greg felt it every time his sack slammed into hot girl from class he hooked up with later that night.

The next day, Bruce found himself waking up in a bedroom of the Tau Omega house snuggled next to David, their clothes tossed in piles around the room.

"Good morning, hottie. I've wanted to do that ever since rush week," David whispered into Bruce's ear as they snuggled.

"Yeah, that was fun," Bruce said pecking David on the cheek.

"I knew you were hot but holy fuck. That was some porn caliber fucking, no joke," David sighed, a huge grin on his face.

"Anyway, you can't demolish me like that without at least buying me breakfast," he finished.

Suddenly the bedroom door flew open and Kent feigned indignation at the site of the two naked brothers laying in his bed.

"Get outta' here, queens!" he joked.

"Don't be jealous, Kent. Hop on in!" 

Bruce motioned for Kent to join them and the three burst into laughter. Kent threw a pair of jeans at the naked pile of muscle in his bed and the two quickly got dressed. As they made their way to a diner, David laughed at a giant dried cum stain that was still on Bruce's neck.

"Here, let me get that off for you,"

Bruce's eyes rolled into his head as David expertly sucked and nibbled his neck, totally cleaning it of any wayward cum stains and making Bruce's massive cock swell and a gooey precum stain to form in his jeans. Suddenly Bruce's eyes crossed as David reached into his jeans and squeezed, not letting go until Bruce had fallen to his knees right in the middle of the sidewalk, much to the enjoyment of a group of coeds walking by.

"Smile!" 

Bruce let out a pained groan as David snapped a photo and shared it with the group, captioning it 'Just squeezed out the last drop'. The group chat erupted as David was awarded extra points for creativity and impact, judging by the tortured look on Bruce's face. Being a good sport, Bruce took David to breakfast anyway and the two laughed as they scrolled through their frat brother's raunchy replies to the photo.

Later that day, Zane was on the receiving end of a ludicrously hard towel snap in the locker room by Victor that left his right nut screaming and a look of agony etched across his handsome face. Since they were at a local gym, and not the campus recreation center, the nut shot counted for points.

Sam meanwhile had made the mistake of bragging about a hot date he had coming up with Chad.

He'd offered to help Chad work on his car in the parking lot of his apartment and was going on and on about how hard he was going to plow some bimbo he had met the previous night at the mixer. Sensing his opportunity, Chad asked Sam to grab a tool for him that required him to squat down and jostle through the tool bag. It was all the opening Chad needed to rear his foot back and sent it sailing between Sam's legs from behind. Sam let out a devastated scream as his gonads were crushed into his pelvis. 

Chad grinned as he grabbed the spanner tool himself, holding it in the frame of the photo which he captioned "The proper tool for the job" and a crying-laughing emoji. Of course he got extra points for ruining Sam's date night.

Chad's cockiness inspired Justin to text him and ask if he could stop by to help with his calculus homework. Chad had planned on stealing Sam's date, but he was a wiz at calculus and liked Justin so washed up and headed over.  Justin sat pretending to listen to Chad explain conjugates, innocently holding his heavy graphing calculator, as Chad stood over his shoulder like a caring tutor. 

CRUNCH

Chad felt like his nuts had cracked as Justin slammed the calculator into the bulge in Chad's pants, pancaking his full balls into his body. Chad hadn't even fully processed the blow when the calculator slammed into his nuts again. Justin captioned the photo of Chad rolling around on the ground clutching his manhood 'One calculator + two balls = no kids #FunWithCalculators'.

After he recovered a bit, even Chad had to chuckle at Justin's corny hashtag. He finished actually helping Justin with his homework before heading home, no longer in the mood to slam his aching balls against a pussy.

Much to Axel and the other senior brother's delight, the ball crushing antics kept up growing creativity and - hottest to Axel - intensity. During a night out bowling, Sam expertly timed pulling his arm back for a throw, harder than necessary, to synchronize with Bruce walking behind him with a tray of drinks from the bar.  The platter of booze went flying as Bruce's hands raced for his nearly-collapsed nuts. "Looks like a strike!" Sam captured the picture of Bruce moaning in a puddle of beer.

Zane, however, was the first of the players to bow out after a particularly nasty masterfully planned bust by Greg.

The two were working on building a low-income house for a community project and were alone in what would become the living room laying drywall. Zane was just chatting away as Greg setup the scene. Zane had been a recurring player in Greg's testicle bursting fantasies since high school so he was excited to see how much Zane could take in real life.

Zane was squatting, facing the unfinished wall, as he cut a hole where an electrical outlet would eventually go. What he didn't realize was that he was straddling the handle of a shovel Greg had placed in that exact spot on purpose. 

"Hey Greg, can you hand me the... FUCK! FUCK!"

CRUNCH

Greg stomped on the head of the shovel, causing the handle to fly up the relatively short distance where it slammed into Zane's hanging nuts, flattening the meaty bulge they made at the bottom of his squatted legs. Zane's eyes crossed and he let out a horrified scream as he cut his hand with the tool he'd been using as his body jerked from the nut blow. The wound was superficial but was deep enough for Zane to leave a small bloody mark on his crotch as he lay on his back nursing his balls.

"Misplaced shovels are dangerous; Always wear safety gloves," Greg captioned the picture.

He quickly clarified that the blood was from a small cut in Zane's hand, even though some of the boys in the group chat wouldn't have minded if it was from Zane's fractured balls. The handle had absolutely annihilated Zane's right nut and within an hour it had ballooned into a huge swollen purple disaster. The sad looking thing hurt with every beat of his heart and he was overcome with waves of neasea throughout the evening; even hours later he was in no mood to do his nightly wank session. Instead, he sent the group a photo of his battered looking nut with a broken-heart emoji and a caption "Count me out! I wanna' have kids some day #DadGoals".

During the next week, golf balls, 'accidentally' lobbed mallets and horribly aimed corn hole bean bags found sack after sack. Sam kept a safe distance from his brothers, except Zane who was out and therefore not playing, especially the next Saturday night. He had managed to talk Tiffany Walker and her hot roommate into a threesome and he wasn't about to let a sore nut sack mess up his plans. Unfortunately for him, even though Zane wasn't playing, it didn't mean he still couldn't help out.

Zane had asked Sam for help with an assignment that he pretended to not understand and the two were sitting on the quad reading. Sam was explaining something when suddenly a not-at-all suspicious drone started buzzing nearby. Sam was instantly suspicious but Zane pointed to a group of freshmen girls standing under a nearby tree giggling and holding what looked like a remote.

"Probably some dumb sorority scavenger hunt; 'picture of two hot guys in the wild'," Zane laughed.

Suddenly, the drone gyrated wildly, hovered over Sam for a moment then dropped a sandbag into Sam's lap. As proof to how heavy the load was, as soon as the payload was released, the drone jumped higher into the air as if had been being weighed down.

"Oooooh"

Sam felt both of his ebony nuts and cock compress dangerously under the five pound weight and his eyes crossed. 

"Oops, I guess they weren't using a remote after all," Zane laughed. He knew the girls holding what turned out to be a tablet weren't involved with the drone, but they made a convenient diversion.

Zane had helped Bruce install a targeting camera on the drone to make sure the beanbag didn't bean Sam on the head. Safety first, after all. Sam rolled around seeing stars, his and Zane's phones buzzed with an overhead shot of Sam having his nuts crushed. The caption was "Just torpedoed Sam's date night!" Sam heaved into the grass and Zane quickly composed himself to make sure his buddy was okay. Despite the agonizing pain in his balls, Sam managed to chuckle, sending his own message to applaud Bruce for his efforts along with a middle-finger emoji. Later that night, Sam did still try the three way, but after he wasn't able to stay hard since even the slightest touch to his boys filled him with pain, he ended up leaving, literally crying from pain and embarrassment. 

"Count me out!" Sam declared followed by a sad-face.

Victor was next to exist the game. Justin had scored a field goal with a soccer ball aimed at Victor's unsuspecting nuts as he was napping in the Tau Omega Chi house's yard. Since it wasn't technically inside the house, the group decided that the shot counted. The impact had happened right at the apex of what must have been a really hot dream because Victor awoke with a high pitched yelp, convulsing in pain as an orgasm rocked his body. He was a sport about it and posed with his legs spread, a huge gooey stain still in his shorts, and the soccer ball resting on top of them.

"He got his kids all over my soccer ball!" Justin taunted.

It was now down to Greg, Bruce, Justin, Chad and David. David and Bruce had been hooking up regularly since their first romp so had a pact that they'd spare each others balls. That didn't stop the others from trying their hardest to pop the two well-endowed jocks' bubbles.

Bruce received a text message from David asking him to meet behind the student union building for a quick make out session between class. Bruce wasn't ballsy enough to fuck David right out in the open, but he never passed up some passionate PDA. He arrived at the spot, his cock throbbing, when suddenly Greg sprang from behind a tree and drove his knee right into the huge bulge in Bruce's pants. Bruce's eyes crossed and he shrieked as Greg slammed his knee into him again, his own cock getting hard as he felt Bruce's huge package being crushed flat.

"Fuck you," Bruce laughed as he looked up at Greg on his knees.

He kept the pose long enough for Greg to snap a photo.

"Oh, don't let your boyfriend let people borrow his phone," Greg smiled as he helped Bruce to his feet.

Bruce wasn't going to be in a mood to fool around with David, which was convenient because halfway across campus, Justin had just delivered a brass-knuckle-added sack tap to David as soon as he had walked out the safety of an academic hall. A laughing crowd formed around the screamed stud as he collapsed clutching his crotch and making a funny high pitched noise.

"Looks like someone's being a class clown!" Justin wrote along with his photo, being sure to get the heckling crowd in the shot.

It kept up like that for a week, all of the remaining boys having perpetually sore nuts, until Greg finally knocked Justin and Chad out of the game, and nearly out of the gene pool, over the course of two days.

First Greg ran up behind Justin and just as he turned to see who was approaching, Greg swung a sock with a baseball inside right up between his legs. Greg's aim was perfect and Justin's entire body shuttered as his manhood was shattered. Greg didn't mention in his crude caption about hitting a home run that the object in the sock wasn't actually a baseball, it was metal ball, approximately the same size, but significantly heavier. Justin thought the blow had been more devastatingly painful than it should have been but chalked it up to the element of surprise and the force of inertia from Greg having been running when he struck. 

Greg spent the night stroking, wishing he had used an even heavier object. At the same time he was shooting all over himself, Justin sent a group message with a photo of his hideously swollen, purplish-blue balls under an ice pack. When the swelling hadn't subsided a day later, Justin tapped out giving Greg props for being the one who took him out of the game.

Chad was next. Greg was pretty popular with the girls of Lambda Sigma so it wasn't hard for him to recruit one to send a message to Chad. She asked him to meet her in the sorority's pool shed that night and to bring a condom. Thinking he was about to get lucky, Chad shaved his boys, put on his cutest outfit and knocked on the door.

"Come in," she called.

It was dimly lit and she was facing away from the door, Chad could only tell she was wearing a long white robe down to her feet, her long hair drooped down her back. He wanted to just run toward her and fuck the shit out of her, but decided it would probably be best to get her buy in first. With his dick throbbing, he slowly walked up to her, confused why she wasn't responding back to his greetings, and when he placed a hand gently on her shoulder she pivoted, revealing she was a he. 

Greg was fully clothed, wearing a woman's white robe and a blonde wig. Chad was too stunned and confused to react, and that was the split second Greg needed to grab into Chad's jeans and squeeze. Hard. At the same time a weird tingling sensation was mixing with Greg's surprisingly strong, membrane-testing grip.

"Oooh!"

Chad's eyes grew huge as the tingling sensation began to burn and Greg switched up his grip so that he was concentrating just on Chad's right nut, allowing him to better concentrate his devastating strength. 

Zzzzztist

The hand buzzer in Greg's palm was jolting Chad's sack at the same time his right nut was being turned into a beef patty. Little did Chad realize that Greg had beefed up the normally harmless joke hand buzzer with a cable running through his sleeve, down his back and to a battery resting on the ground nearby covered in towels to make it look like a random pile. Chad's nuts were literally being fried and he thought he was going to be sick as Greg's knuckles turned white.

"Please man!" 

Chad said hoarsely, trying to be a good sport but was dying inside. He wasn't even able to fall to his knees because of the overpowered grip Greg had on his nut. Greg squeezed and zapped Chad's big gonad longer than necessary, taking in every iota of sensory data for future bating use, when suddenly he felt a hot, gooey substance oozing over his hand. Chad had entered the pool shed fully ready to fuck, and the stimulation of having his nuts sizzled and fondled proved to be too much and his deflating cock spewed out the load he had been planning on squirting inside of a hot sorority girl. Greg gave Chad's nut a final squeeze, pressing his thumb into the middle of it desperate to feel a squick, but alas Chad's big nut didn't break, though it felt hot to the touch and was starting to blister from the shocks.

"He was so shocked he blew his load!" was the caption on the picture showing Chad clutching his nearly ruined junk, a huge wet spot on his jeans. What the picture didn't show was the sorry state of Chad's charbroiled nuts. It was enough for Chad to tap out of the game.

Greg was thoroughly enjoying letting loose his inner demons under the guise of the game and Axel, and most of the other brothers, were enjoying watching the new recruits try to turn each other's testicles into sludge.

Only Bruce his friend and roommate Greg and David were left. David and Bruce were now calling themselves a couple and neither could bare the thought of hurting the others' junk, so Greg had free reign on both of them. Greg invented all sorts of clever ways to nut the two hot jocks until David finally threw in the towel after Greg had nearly cracked his sack open with a corn hole bean bag he had filled with rocks.

"No David juniors! I'm out!" was David's swan song to the group complete with crying-face emoji.

Bruce loved how much fun Greg was having with the game, oblivious to Greg's true predilections, but was a bit nervous that it was now down to the two of them. Bruce loved Greg and even though the game was all in good fun, just the thought of constantly nutting him for laughs made him queasy. He was a lot stronger than Greg, what if he accidentally took it too far? He'd never forgive himself if he ever made Greg cry, let alone actually injure him.

With just two players left, Axel laid out the rules of the end game. The player who unleashed the most insane, creative and painful nut shot by the end of the week would win. None of the old rules applied for the final round, except for the prohibition on busting in academic buildings. The Tau Omega Chi boys after all didn't want a reputation as a bunch of class-disrupting hooligans.

Bruce and Greg agreed among themselves that their dorm room was strictly off limits, but pretty much everywhere else was fair game. The two would eye each other with playful suspicion as they got ready in the morning and the games would begin as soon as they walked outside. There were countless backhands, knees and well-aimed tossed objects, but neither of them were able to elicit the type of reaction in the group chat that would definitively make them the winner. It was Saturday night and Greg decided he was going to unleash his end game, a cinematic end to his hunk friend's massive nuts.

The two were watching a superhero movie and drinking beer in their dorm safe zone, both with sore nuts from the previous week's antics. Bruce, who hadn't unloaded into David in what felt like forever, frequently interjected with his thoughts on how hot the ripped male leads were and he loved how open he could be with his straight as an arrow friend. He looked at Greg with a big, goofy grin wishing he could convey how awesome it had been to have a supportive non-judgmental friend in his corner throughout his formative years. All that came out though, was markedly less profound. 

"I love you, man!" Bruce said in a drunken stupor, meaning every word.

He didn't think he had that much to drink, but was suddenly finding it hard to focus on the movie or anything else for that matter .

"Hey, man. It looks like you've had a bit too much. Wanna' go for a walk to try and work it off?" 

Greg asked pausing the movie and looking at his intoxicated friend with concern. Even Greg had to admire how handsome Bruce looked in his white t-shirt and jeans, his face in a dopey, drunk happy expression that made him look innocent and ultra friendly.

The two made their way out of the dorm, Bruce feeling increasingly woozy, walking around until they were in the dorm's parking lot. Without realizing it, Bruce was sitting in the passenger seat of Greg's car, the radio blaring some random pop tune, but all of the windows and doors were locked. Bruce, feeling even worse than the had when their little walk had started looked at Greg in confusion... and fear.

"Greg? Dude, did you drug me?"

Greg nodded yes as the car pulled out of the car park. Bruce's heavy eyes drooped. He couldn't believe his mild mannered buddy would actually use a date-rape drug on him.

"Greg..." Bruce mumbled before passing out.

Bruce wasn't sure how much time had passed between leaving the dorm and waking up, but he found himself laying on a workbench in one of the university's barns, a single bright white light overhead. He tried to get up but realized he was tightly secured to the table by his wrists and ankles, forcing him to lay spread eagle, his awesomely hot body on full display. He'd been stripped naked and his gargantuan package was resting on the workbench between his thighs. Assuming this was some kind of joke, Bruce pulled at the restraints but realized quickly they were quite real. His mind was still foggy but he couldn't comprehend how or why Greg had been involved.

"Ah! You're awake!" came Greg's voice sounding quite cheery.

Bruce rose his head to see his friend approaching him carrying a small bag in one hand in a lighter in the other. Greg, who had become quite the lady's man, had talked a coed into giving him the access code to one of the university farm's barns that wasn't being used. It wasn't a huge space, but its tall ceilings and emptiness, along with Bruce and Greg being alone made the whole scene seem almost intimate. Greg explained how he had struggled to carry Bruce, who was much heavier with muscle than he looked, into the barn, but after he managed to get Bruce on the table, tying his passed out body down was child's play.

"Dude, this isn't funny," Bruce called out as he struggled in vain.

Greg nodded as he pulled a small black orb out of his bag. It had a fuse and Bruce quickly deduced it was a large firework of some kind. He started sweating as Greg approached him with a wicked grin on his face.

"See, Bruce. I'm going to win the ball busting competition,"

Greg lit the firework and tossed it to the ground. There was a loud explosion and dust kicked up and Bruce panicked as he saw a small crater had been left behind. To prove his point, Greg lit a second firework and left a half-inch crater in the dirt floor.

"Greg. Please man! What are you doing?"

Greg ignored him as he pulled a third firework from his bag and placed it on top of Bruce's ridiculously huge nuts, a bit of bandage tape helping it stay in place. As he positioned the bomb, Greg got hard replaying the countless ways he had imagined them being destroyed. Bruce's cock, soft in panic, flopped lazily over his eggs. The large firework looked like a twisted third testicle as Bruce looked over his body, over his rippling abs, in absolute panic as he watched Greg flick the lighter.

"Dude! It's just a dumb trophy! Please! What are you doing?" Bruce pleaded. 

Greg ignored him as he lit the short fuse of the firework, stepping back and pulling out his phone, filming the whole scene as the flame raced toward the bomb.

"Please! Please!" Bruce screamed. He couldn't believe Greg was actually about to violently castrate him. Heck, after the craters he had seen blown into the ground, Bruce was convinced his entire package was about to be a splattered mess.

"Greg! What are you doing! My nuts man!" 

The fuse became ever shorter, Bruce was pleading with Greg to stop. This is it man, I'm about to be a fucking eunuch, he thought.

"Oh God, man! You win, dude! Cut it out!"

The fuse disappeared into the small black object and Bruce's eyes opened wide, his mouth stretched into an 'O' and every muscle in his ripped abs came into stark relief as his body tensed up. Bruce's face was contorted into a look so horrified, he didn't even look like himself and it was all being captured in glorious high definition by Greg's phone.

BOOOOOOOM

Bruce's mind went blank, expecting to be showered in gore as his nuts and cock were blown apart. His eyes rolled into the back of his head before feeling bits of something hitting his face. Paper?

Greg smiled evilly as he sent a frame of the video he had taken to the fraternity. In it, Bruce's head was lifted up, looking over his perfect chest, his eyes fixated on his package and his face distorted in horror. Bruce's exaggerated fear made him look like a character in a slasher flick who was about to become toast; it was quite the juxtaposition from the shower of harmless confetti that also filled the frame. A moment later Greg sent the entire video file which had stared from the moment he lit the fuse.

The bomb, wasn't a bomb at all. It was a black shell that broke open with a puff of smoke and an explosion of colorful confetti. The concussive blast against Bruce's nuts was devastating and both of them became instantly swollen and purple, but the actual damage was no worse than getting kicked hard in the boys a few times.

As the confetti rain fell over his sweaty body, and Bruce realized what had happened, the screaming pain in his nuts was canceled out by a weird mix of relief, anger and humor. His face fell into a peculiar smile as he shook his head at Greg. He had never been so scared in his entire life, so part of him was pissed beyond words. But it was an effectively realistic prank - and the throbbing ache in his nuts reminded him that it had also been effective at its main goal of busting his spuds. Greg looked on nervously as he could tell Bruce was internally deciding whether to beat his ass, laugh it off or worse; end their friendship outright.

"You mother fucker!" Bruce laughed, there was no way he could ever stay mad at Greg.

Greg walked over to Bruce and showed him his phone. It was a message from Axel proclaiming Greg the unquestioned winner of the game. Unbeknownst to anyone else on the chat, Axel had pulled out his cock and was stroking wildly as he looked at Bruce's about-to-be-destroyed balls and the look of terror etched on his face, wishing he had been there to see it live. As he was shooting his load, he contemplated telling Greg about the wild Super Bowl Party and asking if he'd be game to having a similar event with his hung buddy sometime, perhaps the whole fraternity could pitch in to punish Bruce for coming in second. It was worth asking, at least. Meanwhile, several other fraternity brothers were chiming in with all manner of crude jokes. 

"Too bad that wasn't real," Zane deadpanned.

"Fuck! I thought we were gonna' get a real show," Justin joked.

"I knew it was fake, there wasn't a tarp laid out," Victor typed with a line of water-drip emojis, no doubt a reference to the mess Bruce's huge eggs would have caused in an actual explosion.

Sam only sent a string of crying-laughing emojis along with a gif of a water balloon bursting in slow motion.

"Whew! I thought my boyfriend's best features were history!" David chimed in with a heart emoji. 

David had grown quite smitten with Bruce, his pornographic genitals actually being secondary to everything else David admired about him. He had watched the video in a terror, almost too afraid to watch until the end lest he see the gross destruction of the man he was starting to fall in love with.

"It's even funnier when you watch it in slow motion!" Kent added followed by the emojis for bomb, two ripe cherries and an explosion. 

"You sent the video?" Bruce gasped.

"Of course! Had to make sure they got the full effect.

Greg ignored his phone as more teasing, graphic messages kept dinging in. Apparently everyone had enjoyed - and gotten turned on by - watching Bruce be almost-neutered and Axel had already started a private chat titled "Thoughts on Another Super Bowl Party?" just for a few select brothers.

Greg untied Bruce who immediately gave his friend a hug followed by a playful punch to the jaw, Greg threw his head to the side for comedic effect. 

"I really thought you were gonna' wreck my sack," Bruce chortled as he pulled on his underwear.

The two joked as Bruce got dressed, and Greg found it to be an awkward time to mention that he had considered using an actual bomb. Maybe there would be a more appropriate time, though Greg was pretty sure there wasn't really a good time to tell his best friend that he secretly got off imagining his package turned into hamburger meat. At that moment, Greg's phone dinged again with an invitation to the 'Thoughts on Another Super Bowl Party?" thread...

"Bring it in man," Bruce motioned Greg to give him a hug.

Bruce gave Greg a huge grin and wrapped his arms around him before his eyes crossed and he reached for his junk. Greg had slammed his knee into Bruce's bulging jeans and judging by the massive lump he felt warping around his knee, he knew his aim had been spot on. It was a maliciously hard blow and Greg thought he felt a slight pop from Bruce's nuts which had already been battered by the concussive force of the confetti bomb.

Bruce felt like his balls had shattered into a million pieces.

"Not funny, bro!"

Bruce said hoarsely as he fell to his knees.