The midday sun was blazing down on Garza’s country estate. The remaining teams, the Gordons, Jacksons, Parkers and Meades, were enjoying quenching limeade as the next event was being prepared. Keeping with the spirit of the event, all eight men were pantsless.
Dominik Speckin and his son Max were holding ice packs on their half-ruined sacks, sitting under the shade of a willow tree. Donald, the younger Meade, strolled over sipping his limeade until he was towering over Dominik.
“How’re you feelin’ stud,” Donald asked with a wink, his cock throbbing as he eyefucked the defeated daddy.
Dominik just looked up at Donald and glared.
“Oh, don’t be mad. According to the rules I was supposed to take you completely out of the gene pool, so I showed you mercy, One-Nut,”
Dominik finished his drink with a large gulp and licked his lips suggestively when he was finished.
“Beside, old man, I prefer my milk with swimmers,”
Max couldn’t believe the guy who had half-castrated his dad had the gall to be openly flirting with him. The Meades really were a fucked up lot and he couldn’t wait for Donald and his obnoxious father Kyle to be defeated. Max was about to say something when Donald was recalled to the rest of the group by a shout from Mr. Garza; the next game was starting.
“Later stud,” Dominick called after Donald as he walked away.
The elder Speckin bit his tongue but it was too late. His son looked at him incredulously before letting out a moan of pain as another wave of nauseating emptiness radiated from this half-empty bag.
The next event was Father / Son Darts and the objective was simple. All four sons, Donald Meade, Bryce Gordon, Lance Jackson and Cooper Parker, would stand behind tall wooden slabs, resembling doors without knobs, with one strategic hole at crotch level. To keep the sons firmly in place, the assistants would tie their arms behind their backs and their ankles to anchors in the ground. Painted onto the front of the boards were concentric circles that ended at the bulls-eye, the hole in the board where the sons’ balls would be flopping out. The objective was for the fathers to throw three darts trying to score as many points as possible, with each ring increasing in points with the bull-eyes being the most. There would be two rounds; one where the fathers were assaulting their own progeny and another where there would be a son-swap.
“This is so fucking perfect, I didn’t want grandkids,” Seth Jackson joked to his son Lance.
The cocky teenager rolled his eyes as he grabbed his hefty nuts and shook them at his father.
“No way, pops, balls of steel...”
“Besides, Seth, I’m gonna’ be the one to pincushion your son’s boys,” Cody grinned, flexing his arms to show off their impressive size. Lance gulped as he took in the full size and power of Mr. Gordon.
As the sons were locked into position by the event’s hunky white-uniform-clad assistants, Garza reiterated the event’s rules. After the dart game, the dad with the lowest score would doom him and his son to a brutal, no-holds-barred busting by the father -and his son- with the highest score. If during the beating anyone suffered permanent damage, his entire team would be disqualified and the remaining member of the family would have both of his man pods crushed into nothing by the dad with the highest score. Like before, there was a variety of ball crushing instruments laid out of a nearby picnic table.
Since the sons would not be active participants in this game, they would receive the same points as their fathers for scoring purposes. And of course, at the end of all the day’s events, the player with the highest score would get to destroy the player with the lowest score, even if they happened to be in the same family.
It did not take long for Donald, Bryce, Lance and Cooper to be secured into position. Only their balls were visible sticking out from behind the board, though everyone was sure the yodels for bulls-eye hits would be loud and clear. So that everyone could enjoy the show, the dads agreed to go one at a time, so that the waiting three could watch and jeer.
Seth Jackson was up first. The mid-forties DILF ran a hand through his wildly unkept blonde hair as he took his three darts, shocked at their heft. He barely touched the needle-like tip with his index finger and drew blood.
“Wow, these are really gonna’ fuck you up, Lance!” he smiled wickedly as he eyed his teenaged son’s hefty nuts. Unseen behind the board, Lance’s tight little body tensed up in anticipation of the first strike.
“Fuck you, old man!” he shouted back playfully. His dad had been trying to knock him off the family tree for years but the only thing their games of no-limits roshambo accomplished was toughening up his young nuts to an incredible degree.
Seth carefully aimed and the first dart. It sunk deep into the outer ring.
“1 point!” one of the handsome uniformed assistance called out.
“Shit!” Seth hissed.
The second dart was equally off.
“1 point!”
“Dad are you even... FUUUUUCCK!”
“Bullseye! 10 points!” the assistant shouted out.
The dart implanted itself half an inch into Lance’s juicy right nut. Everyone laughed as the writhing teenager made his sack bounce.
“You were saying?” Mr. Jackson asked his son mockingly.
Mario Parker was up next. The towering, fifty-eight year old flexed his huge biceps as he took his three darts. He was also surprised how heavy they felt.
He took his time to line up his throw.
“Can you even see the targets, Mario?”
Cooper Parker’s nuts weren’t small, but were easily the smallest of the well-endowed nuts on display. Mario ignored the taunt as he sent the dart saying.
SPLOTCH
“Ooooh!”
“Bullseye! 10 points!” the assistant announced, the dart firmly embedded into Cooper’s left nut.
He had barely finished announcing the score than the second dart found Cooper’s punctured left nut.
“Fuck!”
“Another bullseye! 10 points to Team Parker,”
“Feel it in your guts, son?” Mario chuckled.
His son was in too much paint to respond, only letting out a loud, low moan as the needle-like darts weighed on his ball. The last dart was slightly off, coming dangerously close to his right nut, but landing just under it.
“9 points!”
Lance and Cooper were both moaning in agony as Cody stepped up. Cody was six feet of pure muscle and was ready to unleash every ounce of strength into blowing a dart-sized hole into his son Bryce’s enormous hairy nuts. The big orbs were hanging especially low in the heat so made easier targets.
“Look at it his way, Bryce, if you ever decide to join the right team, you’ll be able to shoot inside your girl without worrying about knocking her up!” Cody bellowed.
Bryce groaned at the bad, homophobic joke before letting out an ear splitting shriek. The first dart had implanted itself an inch into his fat right nut followed immediately by one that buried itself an inch and a quarter.
“What’s wrong, Bryce? Cocksucking fags don’t want kids anyway, right?” his dad jeered.
Bryce was hysterical as pain unlike anything he had ever felt in his young life was radiating from his crotch. The teenager quickly realized his dad wasn’t joking about trying to spare him future child support.
SPLIS. THUD.
“FUCK!” Bryce thought he was going to vomit.
The third dart crushed through his equally fat left nut so violently that the tip of the dart embedded into the board behind it. His nut was totally pinned to the board.
“That’s what I call balls to the wall!” Garza shouted. The watching fathers laughed as the three sons who had been used as testicle pincushions cried and screamed.
Forty-nine year old Kyle Meade was up last, fully prepared to make his son Donald’s sack leak like a sieve. He carefully lined up his shot and let the first dart fly. It completely missed the board.
“Zero points!” the assistant announced, holding back a laugh.
The second dart barely missed Donald’s fat left nut, still good enough for nine points. The last dart fell short, landing in the six point zone. Kyle was astonished at how poorly he had done; a measly fifteen points. Ironically, even though he hadn’t struck his boy’s balls at all he still wasn’t the lowest scorer of the round; that dubious honor fell to Seth Jackson’s pathetic twelve points.
The white-uniformed assistants pulled the darts straight out of the three sacks that had been hit and we're met with wild squeals of agony. Bryce’s teenaged nut bag was in especially bad shape since it had the only nut that had been punctured completely through.
The dads drew names from a hat to determine which set they would be aiming for in the final son-swap round. Seth Jackson got Donald Meade’s twenty-year old, big bag. Mario Parker picked Lance Jackson’s hefty nuts. Cody Gordon’s hulking muscles were going to target Cooper Parker’s comparatively small nuts and Kyle Meade was going to try to destroy Bryce Gordon’s already critically damaged young fruits.
Seth went first, this time finding Donald Meade’s juicy big bag effortless three times in a row. The tattooed stud was screaming at the top of his lungs behind the board as the three darts hung from his sack.
Mario punctured Lance’s teen nut so deep that it was stuck to the board. His second dart was just short of actually hitting the bag - landing in the nine-point zone - and the last embedded itself into Lance’s right nut. The wracked teenager was singing soprano as his nuts ached from the two darts hanging from them.
Cody flexed his muscles as he lined up his shot at Mario’s son’s nuts.
“Hey Mario, hope you weren’t wanting grandkids,”
“FUUUUUCK!”
Cooper’s right nut was punctured all the way through by the first dart.
“That had to hurt!” Cody winced in false sympathy before hurling the next dart with all his strength.
SQUISH
It landed right on target, slamming into Cooper’s right nut again. Cooper let out a haggard, deep throated scream as his body convulsed. Remarkably the third dart also landed in Cooper’s right nut. The weight of the three heavy darts hanging from his punctured nut was adding agony to misery and the handsome middle aged man screamed at higher and higher octaves. Cody chuckled as he flexed his muscles.
“That’s two perfect rounds for Mr. Gordon!” Garza declared.
Last was Kyle who eyed Bryce’s young nuts with malice. Bryce’s dad had already pinned one of his nuts to the board and Kyle was determined to knock the cocky, overbuilt teenager down several more begs.
THUD.
“Fuck you!” Bryce shouted out as a dart was buried a half-inch into his nut.
The second barely missed his right nut for eight points and the third barely missed the left for nine more points. Kyle seemed satisfied with Bryce’s castrato wailing and the twenty-seven points he had just scored.
The assistance pulled out the darts and drenched the four sacks with alcohol to disinfect them which elicited all manner of shrieks and funny noises. The four sons were untied and they limped to their fathers, all of them holding clothes over their sacks to catch the residual bleeding the surgically-sharp darts had left. The Speckins, who had been knocked out of the competition in the first game, limped over to see the results.
Seth Jackson had scored a combined forty-two points.
Mario Parker had fifty-eight points.
Cody Gordan let out a roar of approval as his perfect sixty-point score. Bryce gave his old man a hive five.
Kyle Mead had scored forty-two points, meaning that the Jacksons and the Meades were tied.
“Looks like it’s down to a coin toss for one more point,”
Garza pulled a coin out of his pocket and prepared to toss it into the air.
“Heads!” Kyle blurted out.
Mr. Garza flipped the coin and Seth, Lance, Kyle and Donald watched the coin as if in slow motion. It would be the most consequential coin toss in any of their lives because losing meant letting the powerfully-built Gordons have their way with your nuts. The coin landed on Garza’s hand and he called the winner.
“Heads!”
Kyle gave his son Donald a huge hug as Seth and Lance looked at each other in terror. There was audible cracking as Cody and Bryce, both six feet of hulking muscle, cracked their knuckles eyeing the Jackson’s hefty nuts with glee. Lance was shaking like a leaf as he imagined his teen tanks in Mr. Gordon’s crushing grip.
Mr. Gordon stood in front of Lance and his son Bryce stood in front of Cody.
“I love popping young balls,” Cody growled at Lance, the hulking man making the fit teenager look tiny.
Meanwhile Bryce was eyeing Seth’s dad balls like a wild animal at the zoo sitting patiently until his handler gave him the okay to tear into it. The Jacksons were sweating bullets as Garza held up a stopwatch and pressed the button. Like before, no one knew if the Gordons would have ten seconds or ten minutes.
Cody immediately grabbed Lance’s sack with both hands and proceeded to lift the horrified teen effortlessly off the ground.
“Aaah!”
“Lance!” Seth screamed out as he watched his son’s balls being crushed by the giant man.
Seth was quickly redirected to his own problems as Bryce sent his fist sailing between his legs, compressing both of his balls against his pelvis like pancakes. Seth screamed as Bryce followed up with another punch before grabbing both of Seth’s shoulders and slamming his knee into the blonde daddy’s crotch, pulling Seth forward to add to the impact.
Meanwhile Lance was yodeling and clawing desperately at Cody’s hands which were closed around his nuts, crushing together - his big arms bulging - as the space between his hands got smaller and tighter. Cody could feel Lance’s nuts crashing into each other and was loving every second.
“Fuck yeah, boy!” he laughed, his eyes locked with Lance’s.
Seth was screaming several octaves higher as his body was bounced up and down like a ragdoll as Bryce was effectively bouncing him by the balls with his knee. Bryce’s knee was actually starting to hurt from slamming into Seth’s pelvis which did not bode well at all for the swelling testicles trapped underneath.
Cody had lowered Lance to the ground where he quickly collapsed onto his back, his toned thighs spread open and his hideously swollen scrotum in the grass.
“Daaaaaaaad!”
Lance shrieked as Cody stomped and stomped, bringing his entire hefty weight onto Lance’s crumbling spuds. The tearing and crunching noises were so gross that some of the watching men, though they were enjoying every second of the arrogant teen’s unmanning, were wincing in a visceral reaction.
“Aaaaah! Please!”
Seth shrieked as Bryce finally let him fall to his knees, clutching his swollen bag. Garza continued looking at his watch with no sign the round was about to end. Bryce ran to the table and fetched a baseball bat.
“That’s my boy! Home run those bitches!” Cody yelled as he watched his son lining up a blow to Seth’s dying manhood.
“Daaaaaad!”
Lance as delirious as Cody was literally jumping between his legs, grinding each time he came down, feeling Lance’s nuts flatten so horribly that they were embedding themselves into the ground. Max and Dominick Speckin, who hadn’t exactly been shown mercy in the last round, were stunned at the brutality of what was happening to Seth and his teenage son. Max felt very lucky that he and his dad had been worked on by the Meades instead of the Gordons.
“Batter up!”
CRAAAACK! BLOOOOSH!
Seth passed out as the bat Bryce was holding slammed into his package so hard that the bat cracked. Max Speckin and Kyle Meade reflexively looked away as Seth’s left nut was knocked out of the bag, the swollen fleshy orb flying away. His cock had unfortunately taken a good bit of the wildly aimed blow and was destroyed, crushed. There was no way Mr. Jackson’s middle-aged dick would ever function correctly again.
“Mommmmyy!”
Lance was crying like a bitch as Cody knelt down, made a fist and slammed it into his balls.
CRUSPLAAASH
Lance convulsed like he was having a seizure as Cody’s massive fist sank into the earth, totally flattening the battered orbs that had survived longer than anyone thought they would. When Cody raised his fist he was delighted to see they were covered by bits of material that used to be hidden safely inside Lance’s scrotum. Lance’s already big nuts had puffed up and swollen horribly under the assault and had finally burst open. Cody was prepared to bring down his fist again when Garza yelled time.
Unfortunately for Lance, he was too pumped with adrenaline and terror to pass out, despite the mind altering pain of having his nuts literally cracked into pieces.
“Oh God!” Lance shrieked in an ironically deep baritone as if to showcase that the kid had been just on the cusp of being a fully grown man before losing everything.
It was obvious that both of the Jackson’s had suffered permanent damage.
“Since they were both ruined, there won’t be a ball-snuffing round...” Garza started.
“Wait a minute! The kid still has his dick. His old man doesn’t have that, I say we at least make them equally damaged!” Cody pleaded, sounding like a petulant child.
Garza considered the request and nodded in approval.
As the event assistants carried Seth into the house to tend to his annihilated package, Cody and Bryce started stroking their cocks which quickly grew to an astounding eleven inches each. Lance was starting to fade out, but had heard everything about how Cody and Bryce were going to destroy his cock.
“Please! Please!” Lance pleaded as the crowd circled him.
Bryce hoisted Lance to his feet and held him from behind as he bear hugged the relatively scrawny young man. Bryce couldn’t help but get turned on by the musky hormone infused scent the toned lad was giving off and he pressed his raging boner against his back.
Cody, in a rare moment of mercy, decided the kid had suffered enough so was going to make his penectomy quick. He headed to the table and fetched a pair of garden shears and opened them at the base of Lance’s dick.
“Nooooo!”
Just before slicing Lance’s cock clean off, Mr. Gordon had a change of heart about wanting it to be a quick process, so instead he leaned and whispered to his son who nodded in approval.
“With pleasure, dad!”
“Oooooooh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!”
Lance’s eyes rolled into his head as his straight virgin hole was violated by Bryce’s cock. The out of control teen absolutely destroyed Lane's hole, causing the helpless kid to beg for mercy as his prostate was wrecked, though it was having the desired effect. Lance’s cock swelled until it was its full nine inches. As soon as it was fully hard, Cody unceremoniously cut it away, inch by inch, starting just below his head with Lance screaming frantically with every lost chunk. He mercifully, finally passed out when half his cock had landed in the goopy pile at this feet that used to be his nuts His convulsing had squeezed Bryce’s cock to the point of making Bryce bellow in ecstasy, flooding Lance’s degraded hole
“Fuck, I’ve always wanted to fuck Lance, haven’t you?”
Donald Meade whispered into Mr. Speckin’s ear. The tall daddy only smiled at the brash young twenty something who had just half-ruined him just that morning. Meanwhile, Bruce pulled out of Lance and let the stud collapse on his face like a used sex doll. The attendant’s quickly took him inside, one of them stopping to vomit, overwhelmed by the totally wrecked condition of Lance’s crotch and ass.
Even considering the day’s agenda, Mario Parker found the Gordons’ complete obliteration of Lance to be especially cruel. The passed out teen knew coming in he might lose his balls, but to also lose his cock and his virginity - especially so violently...
“Hey fucker!” Mario shouted, walking up to Bryce and jamming his stubby finger into his chest.
“I swear if you do that to my boy I’ll...”
“You’ll what?” Cody interjected.
“Lance Jackson is straight as an arrow and your monster of a son just fucked his brains out. That’s rape motherfucker,”
Cody laughed dryly.
“You’re such a sanctimonious bitch...”
Mario and Cody balled their fists and the two well-matched older men looked like they were going to go to blows but Garza stepped up and with a motion of his hands, the two glared at each other and stepped back.
“Mr. Parker has a point. No more cocks, balls only...” Mr. Garza started.
“What about incidental damage? Sledge hammers are hard to aim,” Kyle asked, nodding toward the sledge on the table of goodies.
“Okay, no more purposeful aiming for dicks. And absolutely no forced entry!”
Mr. Garza glared at Bryce, the teen flushing with embarrassment. Even though he had no remorse about snuffing out Seth Jackson’s balls with a baseball bat, he was starting to feel really dirty about outright forcing himself into his classmate Lance now that the afterglow was passing.
Everyone nodded in agreement of the updated boundaries, Cody and Mario glaring at each other then each other’s sons. Cody couldn’t wait to absolutely destroy Mario’s son and Mario couldn't wait to do the same to Bryce.
