The Super Bowl Wager Part 2: Time to Pay Up!

 

Here's the conclusion of The Super Bowl Wager ;)

The 2023 Super Bowl ended with a score of 38 to 35. The Kansas City Chiefs had won! The week before the big game, brothers Jason and Travis Kelce, who were players on opposite teams, had made a bet. The brother on the losing team would have to take at least thirty-eight (the winning score) kicks to the junk from his winning brother. In this case Jason - who played on the losing team - would have to take thirty-eight kicks from his brother Travis, a tight end for the winning team. However, since the winning score was an even number, Jason was actually due twice the punishment - seventy-six kicks. And that was assuming all the kicks were 'good'. 

The two mischievous brothers had agreed that only 'good' kicks would count and that it was entirely up to the winning brother to determine if a kick was good or not so if Travis determined a kick was poorly aimed or that his brother hadn't taken the full brunt of it, he'd have two more chances per kick to rectify the issue. 

A few weeks had passed since the game. They had agreed that the loser would take his punishment in Travis' basement. He had a playroom with hooks in the wall that could be used to keep a man tied upright, legs spread and defenseless. It was handy in case the sub taking his punishment tried to escape; in this case the sub was Jason Kelce...

They had agreed that the punishment kicks would be no-holds-barred; Jason and Travis both knew they had literally put their balls on the line when they agreed to the bet but that didn't make Travis feel any better about the prospect of potentially ruining Jason's junk. Both of the brothers loved ball busting and got off regularly thinking about - and acting out - especially brutal scenarios, they even liked playing roshambo against each other, but 76 kicks (at least) was a lot for Jason to take, especially from his athletic brother. 

To ease the tension, the two chatted and had a drink before Jason's punishment began.

"Are you sure, man? It was just a stupid bet?" Travis asked as he sipped the last of his brandy.

Jason gave his brother a big, goofy smile. He was confident in his testicular fortitude and trusted his brother more than anyone else in the world; Travis would ultimately do the right thing, whatever that was. Jason eyed his beefy brother up and down, admiring his muscular frame and quietly hoping that Travis wouldn't chicken out,

"Of course, I'm ready! A Kelce never backs down, right?"

Jason pounded down the last of his drink before standing up. As agreed, Jason would be taking his kicks naked except for his jersey top. Jason stepped out of his pants and let his huge, pendulous nuts swing freely. Unlike Jason's burly beard, his sack was shaved clean, making his nuts look even bigger. Jason didn't usually manscape, but Travis had insisted since it would be easier to see any real, permanent damage. Jason appreciated the thoughtfulness which was all the more reason to submit to Travis' powerful legs.

Travis hadn't seen his brother naked since high school and was momentarily stunned at the size of Jason's enormous genitals. Each nut was huge, hanging low in the sack and his cock was a girthy six inches totally flaccid. Any reservations Travis had about kicking his brother Jason 76 times in the balls were immediately overwritten by the site of Jason's gargantuan nuts and Travis' mind began racing with all of the nasty things he'd gotten off thinking about doing do such a big, meaty pair.

Jason noticed the change in Travis' demeanor and gave his brother a wicked grin. He walked to the middle of the basement and knelt down, arms behind his back, eager for his punishment. Jason had been in some pretty extreme roshambo games in college - once Travis had ruptured both of a poor freshman's balls so badly there was nothing left but chunks - and was excited to be on the receiving end. He eyed Travis' strong legs and his cock started to swell at the prospect of all that muscle slamming into his defenseless package.

Travis grinned as he clamped a spreader bar to Jason's legs, trapping them wide open. Although the game was supposed to be no holds barred, Jason did agree to some basic rules Travis established last minute. There would be a safe word Jason could cry out that would bring an immediate end to the kicks with no judgement and no questions. Travis had also insisted that Jason make a deposit at a sperm bank; even though Travis' mouth was watering at the prospect of making his most violent ball busting fantasies come true, he wasn't a monster, and he wanted his thirty-five-year-old bear brother to have a chance for a family in case Jason's nuts weren't as tough as he thought.

Travis was in his full uniform standing over his brother's dangling, huge nuts. The visual of a football player about to kick a defenseless set of nuts was so hot Travis could feel his cock swelling in his pants.

"Last chance, bro..." 

Jason nodded before bracing for impact...

CRUNCH

Travis' cleat sailed between Jason's legs and slammed his fat nuggets into his crotch. 

CRUNCH

Before Jason could even register the first kick another came. Then another. 

Jason moaned but stayed perfectly positioned for the rest of the kicks. Travis was impressed by his brother's lack of reaction which only made him more determined to make the rest of the kicks count.

CRUNCH

Jason's eyes bulged as Travis' fourth kick landed with deadly precision. They had agreed that any 'bad' kicks would be given a re-do but so far Travis was confident that all of his kicks had landed right on target.

Travis' cock swelled in his football uniform as he delivered another round of devastating blows to his brother's nuts. He could feel the massive, dense orbs flattening between his cleat and Jason's muscular crotch, pancaking his baby makers with extreme force. 

CRUUUUNCH

Jason's face turned bright red after an especially strong kick from his football player brother. The beefy footballer, who had resisted expressing any pain let out a deep half-scream-half-laugh. A few kicks later Jason's nuts were starting to turn a slight pink, throbbing in their sack but otherwise fine. Jason's nuts were as durable as they were large and although Travis wasn't holding back Jason's manhood had endured much worse.

"Aaaah!" Jason screamed after the twentieth kick. His right nut had taken the brunt of the kick, feeling like it was going to be bisected by Travis' toe. 

Travis took a step back and gave his brother a few minutes to recover. The sadistic bear steeled himself for the remaining fifty-six kicks.

"Bring it on, fucker!" Jason roared, his eagerness making Travis' cock swell in his uniform.

"Alright, fucker! Time for field goal practice!"

CRACK

CRUNCH

Travis built up a sweat as he unleashed another twenty kicks to his brother's low hanging, swelling nuts. Jason's nuts bounced wildly after each kick, desperately trying to blunt the awesome forces being delivered but it was clear that bouncing alone wasn't helping them. Travis gave Jason another short break as the burly footballer willed himself to keep going. 

Jason's nuts were swollen and red and if this had just been a 'friendly' match he would have tapped out dozens of kicks ago. But a bet is a bet...

Jason's chest was heaving under his jersey top and his legs were quivering. He wanted to close his legs but the leg spreader was extremely strong... his face was turning bright red and whilst he had been able to hold back giving Travis the satisfaction of hearing him scream, Jason couldn't help it and had let out a few blood curdling screams during the latest round.

Travis stood over his kneeling, panting brother  - his own dick raging - ready to deliver the final 36 kicks. There had been a few poorly-aimed kicks that he could  have used as grounds to count them as 'invalid' but he chose not to pile on too much injury to insult. 

"You ready to give up, Jason?" Travis asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.

Jason just growled as he straightened himself back up. Travis smiled and send his cleat sailing between his beefy brother's legs.

CRUUUUUNCH

Jason's eyes crossed and he let out a hoarse scream as his left nut absorbed the kick entirely, the fat organ compressing alarming flat between Travis' foot and his body. Travis could feel the change in consistency and his heart was pounding in his chest.

CRUUUNCH

CRUUUUCH

Ten devastating kicks later and Jason finally let out a genuine scream of panic. The burly football player tried to double over but his nuts were still easy targets which Travis took full advantage of. 

CRAAACK

"FUCK!" Jason screamed as the forty-fifth kick pummeled his swollen right nut.

Jason had astonishingly resisted cupping his injured gonads the entire time but alarm bells were ringing in his head. Travis was smaller than Jason but he more than made up for it in leg strength and it showed. Travis' honed leg muscles only had one mission today: Ruin Jason Kelce!

On the next kick Jason collapsed to the ground, his legs still forced open.

Travis, who had been leaking precum at the feeling of such huge nuts been cracked under his shoe, was suddenly snapped back into reality. After all, this was his brother, his best buddy, laying on the ground clutching his nuts and screaming. And it wasn't like Travis was delivering his family-line-ending blows to some thug in a fight, this was just a juvenile bet.

"You sure you wanna' keep going?"

Jason steadied himself as he regained his kneeling position. His pendulous red nuts were hanging between his thick thighs and he gave Travis a look to show he was ready.

Travis Kelce nodded and delivered another kick that was horribly aimed. His cleat mainly made contact with his brother's thigh, barely grazing his testicles and Travis decided that kick wouldn't count.

The next one did.

Jason collapsed and screamed bloody murder as his crumbling left nut absorbed one-hundred percent of the next kick, the huge thing compressing to nearly bursting. This time Jason fell over and stayed there, rocking and holding his junk. Travis tried to line up a kick but couldn't without risking breaking Jason's cupped hands.

Travis stroked his cock through his uniform as he watched his burly brother rolling around and sobbing. He gave Jason a fair amount of time to recover but it was obvious Jason Kelce's pain tolerance had finally been breached.

"Give up yet?" Travis teased.

Jason cried out as his right nut radiated pain.

Travis waited a bit to give his beefy brother a chance to recover but his lust for ruining nuts won out. He swooped down and grabbed Jason under his arms to hoist him to his feet. He walked his brother toward the basement wall that was already outfitted with restraints and made quick work of securing Jason's arms over his head, his legs still restrained with the spreader. 

The thirty-five year old football star was totally exposed, unable to cover his throbbing nuts, with at least forty-two more kicks to come.

Travis wasted no time.

He delivered twenty devastating kicks to Jason's boys, loving the feeling of Jason's swollen nuts compressing under his foot. Each kick made the huge testicles bounce wildly and elicited all sorts of funny high-pitch shrieks from Jason. 

Jason's nuts felt like they were on fire. They were both swollen and bright red with disturbing streaks of purple but Jason's pride - and masochism - prevented him from calling out the safe word. Meanwhile his balls were desperately throwing out pain signals to try and warn Jason of how much damage Travis - a professional football player - was doing to his defenseless nuts. 

CRUNCH

Travis decided to mix things up and delivered a powerful knee, sandwiching Jason's nuts into his body. But the aim was slightly off so Travis decided the kick didn't count...

CRACK

Jason's eye's bulged as Travis delivered another knee, again deciding that the kick wasn't quite powerful enough to count in their twisted game.

Jason had twenty-two more kicks coming and his swollen, purplish red and hideously bruised baby makers didn't' look like they were going to last that long. Travis' girthy cock was rock hard in his uniform at the site of the two massive, disturbingly battered nuts hanging extra low between Jason's legs and he licked his lips thinking about how achingly hot the targets were. Jason was dripping sweat, his broad chest was flush and he was panting, steeling himself for the rest of his punishment. He didn't have to wait long.

Travis delivered two membrane-rupturing kicks in rapid succession, easily the hardest kicks of the night. Jason's eyes crossed and he let out a terrified, primal scream as his nut sack rocketed so hard into his pelvis it feel like they were going to burst like water balloons. 

Jason's huge swollen bag seemed to deform more than normal which filled Travis with a wicked lust. He let out an evil laugh as he kicked his brother again and again and again, delivering over-powered blows more deserving of a football field than a roshambo game. Despite Jason's screams, Travis concluded that only two of the kicks should actually count.

CRUUUNCH

Jason's jaw opened as wide as possible and he let out a frantic, urgent scream. His balls didn't just hurt, they felt almost numb. Travis was doing real damage and Jason knew it. Ironically, that was actually making his huge football player cock start to swell up. 

“Yeah fuck ‘em up, man!” Jason roared, grinning despite the terrible ache in his guts. He couldn’t help but admire his brother’s taught, muscular body in his uniform, admiring the raw strength being unloaded on his nuts.

CRUUUNCH

SPLOTCH

Jason instantly blacked out. Travis’ eyes rolled back in his head as an orgasmic wave rocked his body. He had felt something break in Jason’s mammoth bag, the shape of Jason’s right nut collapsing under his foot. It wasn’t ‘explosive’ but he had definitely done some damage.

Travis knelt down, his brother’s deflating cock inches from his face, and roughly grabbed Jason’s bag. He rolled it around his calloused hands and nearly shot his load at what he felt. Jason’s left nut - hideously swollen and purple - was still a healthy, solid oblong mass. His right definitely wasn’t. 

Jason moaned subconsciously as Travis squeezed his cracked nut through his tough, shaved scrotum. His testicle hadn’t broken apart completely but it was clear that the membranes keeping his sperm-factory’s plumbing in the proper shape had been damaged and Travis’ powerful squeezing wasn’t helping...

SQUICK

Travis giggled as Jason’s nut flattened between his palms unexpectedly. 

“Fuck!”

It was obvious Jason’s right nut wasn’t going to last fifteen (at least) more kicks, but rules were rules.

Travis drew his leg back and delivered a powerful snap kick to his brother’s bag. Then another, which he decided didn’t count since it only grazed his left nut, and another with deadly aim to Jason’s fractured right nut.

CRUNCH

Jason was snapped into reality by an unbelievable pain after the next kick. The shape of his right nut was obviously broken now and the adrenaline rush was enough to wake him from his merciful slumber. 

“OH FUCK!”

Jason bellowed, half screaming, half laughing, dripping in sweat. He was struggling against his bonds which only made his heavy nuts swing, eliciting even more screams as his broken nut slammed into his muscular thigh. Travis stood back, waiting for Jason to shout out the safe word. What happened next surprised them both.

“What the fuck, Travis! Keep fucking going, bro!”

Jason thrust out his pelvis, his cock growing as he made eye contact with the professional athlete standing in front of him. Travis didn’t hesitate to oblige.

He delivered the most powerful kicks and knees he’d ever given anyone in his life, mustering every ounce of his field-honed muscles into Jason’s crotch. Blow after overpowered blow until...

SPLOTCH 

Jason’s cock erupted all over Travis’ sweaty, uniformed chest. His left nut, his last whole nut, had nearly broken in two. Righty was being burst into chunks and he still had three more kicks. Travis couldn’t believe it! He had just broken two of the biggest, most beautiful nuts he’d ever seen and the fact that the guy wanted it made the scene even hotter. When Travis had destroyed his opponent’s nuts playing roshambo in college it had been a drunken accident and the excitement of feeling a dude’s nuts cracking was totally ruined by his guilt. But now he could thoroughly enjoy the trimming of half the Kelce family tree with no remorse.

And he still had three kicks left.

Jason was barely conscious but still egged his brother on to finish up the game, wanting to experience as much mind-bending nut busting before blacking out again.

CRUNCH --- SQUICK

CRUNCH

CRUUUNCH -- SPLOOOTCH

Travis delivered the final three kicks so rapidly Jason barely registered what happened. His nuts did, though. His cracked left nut finally burst into two distinct pieces. His right nut wasn’t really a nut anymore. It was just bag mush, totally shapeless sludge, though at a cursory glance it just looked like a huge, round swollen nut. The two brothers made eye contact before Jason filled the basement with a blood curdling scream and passed out. 

Travis resisted the urge to pull out his throbbing cock, instead quickly taking his sweaty, beefcake brother down from his restraints.