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
LOVE the artwork!!!
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