The Super Bowl Wager: Part 1 of 2 - Rule Setting

Jason and Travis Kelce were two brothers about to make history. Jason played center for the Philadelphia Eagles and his beefy brother Travis was tight end for the Kansas City Chiefs so that meant in a matter of days the two brothers would be playing against each other in the Super Bowl. A first in NFL history. The media was having a field day with the 'Brother vs Brother' dynamic but for the two brothers it was more nuanced.

Both of them hated to lose but their mutual respect for each other made the concept of knowing that one of them was about to suffer a crushing defeat at the hands of the other wasn't exactly pleasant. But despite not wanting to ruin the other's career on purpose, they both promised each other they wouldn't hold back.

It was Monday before the big game and Jason and Travis were having their weekly FaceTime call. It was a family tradition and they planned on having another one the following Monday - the day after the Super Bowl - so that the losing brother could congratulate the winner graciously. The two mischievous brothers also decided to make things a bit more interesting with a bet.

Players betting on games was strictly against the rules but the Kelce brothers decided as long as no money was on the line it would be fine...

Jason and Travis loved to play roshambo - an endurance game where guys take turns kicking or punching each other in the nuts until one of them gives up - so of course it would feature into their bet. It was an open secret on the teams they played on that the Kelce brothers were literal ballbusters. They wouldn't (purposefully) jeopardize their careers - or their fellow players' family lines - with an excessively strong low blow, but they sure liked knowing how vulnerable all of those muscle studs were on the field. Both of the brothers were notorious for viscous towel snaps to the junk in their locker rooms and Travis would often online roleplay as himself viscously stomping out whoever he was chatting with or having his own stud nuts cracked. Travis loved the fact that none of the guys he played with realized they were talking to an actual NFL star on the other side of the screen. 

"So, let's go over the rules one more time," Jason laughed. Travis had scribbled down the 'rules' of their juvenile bet and read them back.

The brother on the winning team would be able to kick the losing brother once for each point scored by the winning team. So, for example, if Kansas City won with a score of 23, then Travis would be able to use his burly legs to try to de-nut Jason twenty-three times.

"What about overtime?" 

Travis nodded. There would surely need to be something special if the game went into overtime.

"If the game goes into overtime, then the loser also gets kicked in the nuts once for each point his losing team scored."

Jason's pants tightened as they both secretly hoped for overtime. They didn't even care which team won since both of the Kelce brothers were complete ball-busting switches. Based on the new rules, if the score ended 23 to 20 in overtime with Philadelphia winning then Travis would have to endure forty-three kicks - the combined score - from his muscular brother.

They further agreed that the contest would be no-holds barred, the losing brother would just have to take their punishment with no stopping once the game began. Although they got off thinking about crushing balls - even if those balls were attached to his brother - the guys did love each other and ordinarily wouldn't dream of doing anything to permanently injure the other on purpose. But this was a very special Super Bowl! 

Other rules were established like the loser would need to take the kicks naked, except for his jersey top, and that they would be on their knees with their legs spread. They agreed that the loser's legs would be forced open with spreader bars at their knees and ankles for easy access to their family jewels. Travis, who was especially hardcore, proposed yet another rule: If the winning score was even then the loser's punishment would be double. 

The last rule they agreed to was possibly the most consequential. Just like with field goals, only 'good' kicks would count toward the total and it was entirely up to the winning brother to determine if a kick was good or not. A kick would only count if the winning brother could feel and see the loser's heavy nut sack being crushed against their pelvis or bouncing wildly between their legs. Any kicks that were poorly aimed or deflected wouldn't count but to keep the game from going on forever, the winning brother would only get three attempts per turn for a 'good' kick. In theory, that meant that a twenty-kick penalty could turn into a sixty-kick penalty if the winning brother was especially cruel and declared he needed a re-do on every kick. Jason's cock twitched.

"I don't think you'd be able to stay on your knees during that..." Jason laughed. 

The leg spreaders would keep the kneeling loser's junk exposed and vulnerable but if the guy just couldn't take anymore and fell over, that could pose an issue. To resolve that, the brothers agreed to have their contest in Travis' basement. He'd setup a playroom behind the bar complete with hooks in the wall he could use to keep a man forced to stand with his arms above his head and his legs spread. They agreed that if the losing brother literally couldn't stay on his knees, he would be hoisted against the wall, forced to stand, while the winner finished out his turn...

"Wait, in that position that makes you pretty vulnerable," Jason chuckled.

"Yeah, that would make you vulnerable once I get you up there!"

"Deal!" 

The two agreed that, should the loser's balls prove to be so weak that he needed to be tied standing against the wall, that would open him up to having the rest of his punishment doled out with some of Travis' toys including bats and cattle prods. Travis' cock was rock hard as he pictured his older brother standing against his dungeon wall, his legs spread and arms out of the way, his pendulous nuts totally open for abuse. Meanwhile Jason was imagining Travis in a similarly risky situation, his big nuts ready to be blown open like a piñata.

Once the rules were settled, the two virtually shook hands, waved and ended the call. Both of the Kelce brothers couldn't wait for the big game...

The conclusion is here

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I'm not going to write the conclusion of this until after the Super Bowl. The finale will go up sometime in late February or March. In the meantime, if you want more stories about guys betting on 'the big game' with disastrous consequences for their nuts, you may want to check out The Super Bet series:

The Super Bet: Part 1 - The stakes are set and rules laid down for a Super Bowl night these frat boys will never forget...

The Super Bet: Part 2 - The games begin but how much abuse can a frat boy's nuts take before they...?

The Super Bet: Part 3 - Two fraternity pledges experience the ultimate punishment for losing a bet.

The Super Bet: Part 4 - A wild night ends with four more cracked nuts and one very abused cock.