Sonic Boom: Fashion Show

This story features Victor, a jaded lab assistant with access to a testicle-splattering device. This machine is features in several 'Sonic Boom' stories, the last of which was Sonic Boom: Park Incident, or read them all with the label Sonic Boom!

A small audience was seated intimately close along the sides of a long narrow runway, the white glossy surface reflecting the overhead lights like a runway. They were gathered to see the annual Jox Fashion Show, a highlight of the City’s fashion week. New age music played as the handsome, athletic male models strutted down the runway in only their underwear, stopping dramatically at the end to strike a pose before turning back and disappearing behind the stage.

 Being a haute couture fashion show, several featured avant-guarde design choices like metallic stitching  and irregular hems that would have been head turning on their own but were even more so when being shown off by young, toned and ridiculously handsome models. They all had swimmers builds, long legs and pouches so stuffed they would have looked fake had it not been for being able to clearly make out the outlines of the very-real balls and cocks under the thin fabric.

 

Victor, a red-headed lab assistant from Genecontreo Labs, was seated a few rows back and unlike most of the others in the audience he wasn’t looking at the models with lust, he was looking on in rage. His ex-boyfriend Craig, whom Victor had supported when his modeling career was nothing more than desperately handing out handmade portfolios, was in the show. Craig had abruptly broken up with Victor when his career started to take off simply because Victor was ‘too plain looking’. Victor actually thought it was a joke when Craig first said “I can’t be seen with a guy that doesn’t even have a four-pack!”. But he wasn’t kidding and was soon dating Rocco, a tall toned blonde who was about as intelligent as a bag of sand. 

 

Victor caught sight of Rocco in the front row in a fitted Brunello Cucinelli suit, his hair slicked back looking quite cocky as he watched his boyfriend - and meal ticket - strutting down the runway. Although Victor could see Craig quite clearly, the flashing cameras and runaway lights were blinding the new model so he couldn’t see the audience. 

 

He slowly pulled the Jock Buster JB 7200X out of his pocket. The device looked like a toy ray gun with a thick barrel that glowed red and to make it slightly less conspicuous he had painted it white. Victor slyly looked around the audience but no one was paying any attention to the plain looking red-head hidden in a back row wearing non-designer jeans and an off-the-rack t-shirt. If they noticed him at all, they probably assumed he was a poor horny guy who had somehow scored tickets to the exclusive show.

 

A handsome Black model wearing tight blue briefs strutted onto the stage. Just when he was at the end of the runway posing, a second model started walking out. He was a tall bald man, his face in pretentious scowl, his svelte body lacked defined muscle (making Craig’s flimsy excuse for breaking up seem even sillier) and his pale skin contrasted harshly with the wild leopard print boxers he was wearing.  Even though the bald model’s shorts were somewhat loose, everyone could tell he was well-equipped as his pendulous nuts and fat cock flopped wildly with each step.

 

Next, Craig stepped onto the runway runway wearing a pair of tight white boxers that went down to just above the need with a black waistband with the word ‘BACK’ written conspicuously on the front. Victor couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the kitschy design element as he held the Jock Buster discreetly at his side and aimed. After all, the Jock Buster looked like a gun so he couldn’t just stand and aim normally in a crowd of people.

 

As Victor walked down the runway, even Victor had to admire the five-foot eleven, extremely toned black haired stud. His absolutely massive nuts were straining the fabric of his underwear, easily the biggest in the show. His aloof attitude would no doubt serve him well in the fashion world if he had a career after tonight. The three models had all finished their struts and were walking back toward the head of the stage when Victor pressed the trigger.

 

“Target acquired.”

 

Suddenly the bald model’s standoffish face suddenly took on a look of shocked pain and his hands raced into his shorts and he let out a loud modulated scream. At first everyone assumed it was part of the show and Craig and the other model stopped, instinctively striking a pose, to look at the commotion.

 

BLOOOSH

 

Both of his elephantine nuts melted like wax blasted in a furnace and his cock exploded into strings. The unrecognizable ruins of his package cascaded down his legs landing on the glimmering runway with audible plops. He screamed and dropped to his knees, still futility clutching a tiny fragment of his left nut that had not completely disintegrated. A man in the audience nearby let out a horrified scream and fainted and for a moment the hall was silenced by shock, the only thing sound was the ridiculous trance music. Victor quickly adjusted his aim, taking advantage of his ex’s stunned posing.

 

“Target acquired.”

 

The Black model’s eyes rolled like a bobblehead, almost going in different directions, and his mouth opened in a huge ‘O’ as a roar of agony so loud his ripped abs were visibly sucking in. Everything between his legs violently burst into goo. The bulge in the front of his briefs that had once outlined his huge nuts and throat-destroying cock suddenly turned into a giant, shapeless blob. He cupped his junked junk as he landed in a heap at Craig’s feet, writhing and horrified at the oatmeal he was feeling in his trunks. His underwear had been so tight that the entire messy explosion had been contained by the fabric - barely and was going to make a flood as soon as his shorts came off.

 

The audience erupted into pandemonium, except Rocco who was sitting in shock just feet away from his new lover. Craig was terrified as he looked down at the two ruined models before focusing on his own mounding package. Each huge nut was bursting with the load he was going to blow all over Rocco’s face after the show and he knew he had to get out of there. He had seen video of the Jock Buster in action his ex had shown him from lab tests so instantly realized what was happening. However, instead of running for cover like an intelligent person, the dumb jock stared out blankly into the audience. Victor was surrounded by chaos but managed to make eye contact with Craig, flashing him a wicked grin just as he heard the magic words.

 

“Target acquired.”

 

Craig pivoted to run but it was too late. He stood convulsing and screaming as his massive stones jiggled and vibrated wildly, he freakish movement fully visible through the painted-on underwear. Rocco looked up at him in terror, his eyes transfixed by the macabre display. Victor struggled to keep a clear shot amongst the commission and the Jock Buster was clearly struggling with the giant testicles. Craig tried to move but he was frozen in place in pain and shock, it felt like a football team was stomping on his nuts all at once, they were bouncing and jiggling so wildly inside his bag his testicles were actually injuring each other just from their impacts.

 

BLOOOOOOSH

SPLAAAAT!

 

The explosion of Craig’s package had been so violent that the paper-thin fabric of his underwear was blown open, allowing his titanic equipment to spray out all over a horrified Rocco. Craig slumped to his knees clawing at his crotch screaming hysterically when he realized there was absolutely nothing left.

 

“HOLY FUCK!”

 

Rocco screamed as a huge chunk of his boyfriend’s testicles splattered all over his expensive suit. His face was dripping, giving a whole new meaning of the term 'facial' Victor had seen countless demonstrations of the Jock Buster device but had never seen such a ridiculous explosion. Apparently Craig's balls and cock were as dense as they were large, loaded to the brim with sperm that was now dripping off Rocco’s face. The fact that every sperm tube had been loaded with cream probably helped add to the mess.

 

Victor turned to leave, blending in with the mob heading toward the door, the sound of his ex’s screaming and Rocco losing his lunch was music to his ears.

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Illustrations of the fashion show disasters provided by Whistle

Sonic Boom: Park Incident

This story adds additional scenes to the story Sonic Boom from March 2020. It isn’t necessary to re-read that story to like this one, but just in case the link is here.

A month ago Drew, a college student at Amajor University, had received an email survey from Genecontreo Labs, a high tech manufacturing firm in the city. He filled it out, thinking that some of the questions read more like a personality - and sexual proclivity - assessment than a product survey. He thought nothing of it until he got a follow up call weeks later.

They had invited him to field test the Jock Buster JB-7200X, a device that resembled a toy ray gun but with a thick barrel with that glowed red, until a target had been acquired and it turned blue. Using science Drew didn’t understand, the device used some kind of sonic resonance perfectly tuned to the internal structure of human male genitals. 

Once aimed at a subject, his balls would swell and vibrate violently before bursting from the inside out. His mission was to test the device in a variety of situations. He had already taken a group of basketball players out of the gene pool, their ruined testicles oozing out of their shorts, and had watched a stuffed mesh swimsuit on the beach erupt into testicle rain. His favorite ‘test’ so far had been on Brett, a ridiculously endowed hunk at his gym.  Drew got hard thinking about how long it was going to take the cleaning crew to literally scrape Brett’s liquefied, lemon-sized balls and donkey cock off the locker room floor and walls. He had even gotten to stomp a chunk under his shoe as he ran from the scene. The best part about the Jock Buster was that it was extremely quick, even when ruining legendary equipment like Brett’s.

Drew was on to his final test. He had to test the Jock Buster against a target who was moving. Up to now the guys he had nutted had been standing relatively still at the moment their sex lives ended. Luckily, Drew knew the perfect spot to find some nice moving targets.

He made his way to a wooded jogging trail and took a seat on a bench. He had cruised these woods several times before and knew there was an almost endless stream of hot runners who purposefully spaced themselves out so that they could duck into the woods unnoticed. He barely tried to conceal his hand stroking his raging cock through his pants.

The first jogger was a ridiculously handsome blonde Drew had been eyeing for some time but the Jock Buster wasn't able to get a lock on the moving target. Three more smoking hot joggers passed by before Drew figured out that he had to move the targeting beam slightly forward of the runner and follow their motion.

Confident he knew the best way to target the next jogger, Drew waited, the Jock Buster discreetly at his side.

Hiro was dripping with sweat. The buff twenty-five year old Japanese jogger had clocked nearly ten miles on the trail. The exertion was actually pumping him with energy and his huge cock was semi hard in his shorts. He had run by at least a dozen hot dudes he could tell were there to cruise and was looking forward to reaching the half-marathon mark so that he could reward himself by nodding at the next cruisy jogger and ramming his sweaty dick down his throat. The promise of a hot jock’s mouth or hole made excellent workout motivation!

As usual, he was in his too-small, thigh-length shorts that hugged his sculpted ass and left nothing to the imagination about the hefty eggs and sausage he was packing. Each cum-filled nut could be clearly made out against the clinging wet fabric. His tight shirt showed off his chiseled midriff and was clinging to his pecs and a stylish blue headband kept sweat from dripping onto his face and ruining the ‘effortless’ look he was going for. Hiro was hot as fuck and he knew it and was getting closer to his reward.

His cock was starting to really throb as his Fitbit announced 11 miles. Just 2 more to go, he thought. He was entering a heavily wooded, especially cruisy part of the trail. As he continued the tree cover got so dense and shady that suddenly it looked like it was evening. Perfect, Hiro thought. Not only did it offer a reprieve from the heat, the shady, out of the way area was perfect for cruising since it felt like you were miles away from anyone watching.

As he rounded a bend, he caught sight of a handsome college student who had blown him several times in the trees. Hiro couldn’t recall the guy’s name, something with a ‘D’, but he could remember clearly that the young cock sucker was a pro, taking every inch of his girthy ten inch cock down to his pendulous, grade-A balls. He looked down at his Fitbit and scoffed. He still had a mile and a half to go. As he approached the cocksucker on the bench, Hiro’s cock was raging and his sweltering balls were rolling in his sack, desperate to seed something. He hadn’t gotten off in days and his sperm tanks were full to bursting with one of his massive, face plastering loads. His dick twitched as he approached the hot cock sucker who seemed to be fiddling with something he was trying to keep out of sight.

Hiro suspected the coy college kid was trying to discreetly take his picture with his phone, so he lengthened his stride to let his muscular legs stand out and adjusted his sack so that his bulging shorts were bouncing for the watcher’s enjoyment.

Drew took careful aim at Hiro’s bulge. He knew first hand Hiro was packing and couldn’t wait to turn the handsome studs orbs into red bean paste. 

"Targeting scanner failure,"  the machine chirped and Drew was worried he'd miss his opportunity before the barrel suddenly lit blue.

Hiro continued his jog, the cute college kid now slightly behind him. I hope I gave him a good show, he thought as his crotch started to burn from the sweat and friction of running. His balls were really hot. Really, really hot!

"Target acquired."

Hiro stopped in his tracks as he felt an awful, vibrating heat in his sack. He clutched his crotch but that only seemed to make it worse. He let out a funny high pitch squeal as his cock started to convulse and burn, his massive nuts were rolling in his bag, feeling like someone was boiling them from the inside out while kicking them and squeezing. His balls were vibrating and shaking violently and little pops marked the beginning of the end for Hiro’s testicles’ oval shape. Hiro’s eyes got huge as he felt his balls starting to swell rapidly in his tight shorts. The whole strange incident lasted less than ten seconds but to Hiro it might as well have been ten years.

BLOOORTCH 

There was a muted, wet explosion in Hiro’s shorts.

Hiro was transfixed in terror and shock. He had heard the explosion and felt his prized bulge suddenly disappear under his hands. It felt like he had been cupping a testicle and penis shaped souffle that had suddenly collapsed. He frantically felt the front of his shorts and his nightmare was confirmed. His shorts felt like they were filled with something that felt like gooey oatmeal. Hiro turned back toward the college kid, who had disappeared, before turning his attention back to his groin. He screamed as he continued to feel the absolute mush in his shorts. His cock that had been pulsing just minutes earlier was gone. The nuts that had been so clearly defined were just a giant amorphous blob. His shorts were so tight that whatever was left was being held firmly in place.

In a panic, Hiro pulled down his shorts and screamed in horror as a flood of unrecognizable goop erupted out of them. There were a few larger chunks but most of Hiro’s balls, hole-demolishing cock and the massive load he had been building was nothing but a liquified slurry that was dripping down his legs and landing on the ground between his feet.

"Holy! Holy fuck!" 

Hiro screamed as his liquefied package made a rather disgusting pile on the trail. Hiro had been ready to blow a truly epic load before his balls were destroyed and there was so much unspent juice that the meaty pile looked like it was glazed with pure sperm.  By the time Hiro’s shorts were empty, there was no trace of his testicles or penis anywhere in them.

Drew, who had creamed in his pants as he watched the beautiful jogger’s bulge disintegrate, had ducked off the trail. He was hidden by a tree, but could still see the messy, explosive release once Hiro pulled off his shorts. The scene was too much and Drew moaned as he let off his third load of the day. He turned to leave but quickly realized that Hiro, unlike the other guys he had used Jock Buster on that day, was alone. 

Not wanting anything too grizzly to happen to Hiro, Drew pulled out his cell and was about to call emergency services to leave an anonymous tip when he heard footsteps coming down the trail. He ducked behind the tree and his just-spent cock got hard again as a hot silver haired stud in jogging pants came running toward Hiro. Hiro’s screaming had probably gotten his attention. The hot daddy was packing, Drew could see, and as the guy struggled to make out Hiro’s seemingly impossible story about ‘exploding balls’, Drew could make out a huge lump in the dude’s shorts. Really huge. Hiro collapsed toward the guy, his arms flailing. He inadvertently grabbed the other runner’s waistband and ended up pulling down his shorts as he landed, his face getting covered in the gloopy pile of his own nuts.

Drew’s dick got rock hard. The daddy was big. Bigger than Brett. Two absolutely massive orbs flopped out, swinging between his legs for just a second before he guy pulled his pants up. He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and Drew listened as he gave the dispatcher his exact location. Good, Drew thought, help is on the way. 

Drew couldn’t help himself. He targeted the Jock Buster and aimed at the biggest set of nuts he had ever seen. It seemed almost cruel to rob the world of such genuinely astonishing sex organs.

“Target acquired.”

The hot older athlete let out a high pitched scream that made Drew’s cock shoot again as an absolute flood of testicle and cock soup gushed out of the DILF’s shorts, landing with wet splats all over his shoes. It was such a messy explosion it looked like someone had detonated a bag of ground meat in his shorts. Drew wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t seen it himself.

Suddenly Drew heard a set of footsteps approaching on the trail and some walkie-talkie jargon. A handsome park ranger was approaching the scene, clearly alarmed at the two men clutching their crotches, rolling in piles of what looked like roadkill splattered all over the ground. 

I should go, Drew thought and was about to duck into the trees when he noticed the ranger’s uniform  was quite tight, showing off his toned little body and impressive package.  As the ranger rendered aid and called for a stretcher Drew thought long and hard. He had already proven that the Jock Buster was more than capable of its function. 

The poor ranger looked young, probably new to the job, and was just trying to help people. Leave him alone, Drew thought, he’s just in the wrong place at the wrong time. No need to punish him for that, I should just let him go...

“Target acquired.”

Drew had already aimed and fired the Jock Buster, totally ignoring the self righteous argument happening in his head. The ranger screamed as he felt his delicate young orbs vibrating in his uniform. It felt like someone had grabbed them and was shaking them like marambas violently for a few seconds before they - and his dreams of starting a family one day - exploded. His big nuts had burst so violently that the fly of his uniform nearly split open from the inside. The ranger’s virgin cock was blown to pieces without having ever satisfied anyone with its steely-hard foot-long length. Hiro, the handsome DILF and the de-sexed park ranger howled in agony. His testicle-destruction lust finally satiated, Drew disappeared into the trees.

As Drew drove back to Genecontreo Labs to report his test results, he passed a game of flag football happening at the park. A dozen hot, college-aged jocks were running around the field, their nuts likely protected by cheap plastic cups. He wondered how well Jock Buster would do against cups. Would they actually offer protection or would the cups' vent holes turn into jets of testicle sauce.

He did a u-turn and parked his car along the street, pondering as he idled near the park. He looked at  the clock on his dashboard.

“I still have time,” he thought, slipping the Jock Buster into his waistband and heading into the park.

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Illustrations are by Whistle. His blog is here.

Daddy's huge package painting the forest 

Poor Hiro... 😈

Young ranger being splattered out of the gene pool

Handsome jock's junk turned to goo

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.