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