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.

Dr. Blade

Dr. Nathan Blade was a respected physician who ran an esteemed clinic dealing with all manner of male fertility issues such as sperm banking, infertility and the like.

He was six feet, two-hundred pound of sculpted muscle, with a shock of jet black hair that was always neatly styled and a perpetual five o’clock shadow that perfectly framed his handsome face. He was often told his chiseled body looked like a  Greek statue and that wasn’t far of an exaggeration. He was so good looking, that to pay for medical school he was an underwear model and male stripper and still looked as good at forty as he had in his university years.

Being such a stud, it was natural that some of his clients - even the straight ones - would lust after him, making lewd comments and trying to steer the conversation into overly sexual territory which wasn't hard to do in a clinic focused on male reproduction. Although Dr. Blade was typically above board, he had a thinly-veiled love of ball busting so didn't mind his client's sexual organs being the topic of conversation.

One night while reading some graphic ball busting stories and squeezing his own large nuts through his slacks, the sly doctor came up with a devious plan. He told three of his hottest, horniest patients to come in on a specific day for what he called a special appointment. Dr. Blade had invited all of them during their regular visits, batting his eyes and licking his lips suggestively and while Dr. Blade wasn't opposed to actually hooking up with them in his office he had something much more fun in mind.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon, the day of the special appointments, and Dr. Blade had cleared the clinic’s calendar and given his staff the day off so that only the three invited guests were scheduled. As they arrived, Dr. Blade showed each of them to an exam room, all of them thinking that only they had the ‘special’ appointment and that the others were just ordinary clients.

Dr. Blade adjusted his junk so that it bulged obscenely in his khakis and ditched his usual white lab coat, since the length covered up his bubble ass and mounding crotch. He wanted to put on a show. To further lower the patients’ guards, he wore a white shirt several sizes too small that was straining to contain his bulging muscles, hugging his pecs and clinging to his rippled abs. It was so tight, it looked painted on and left little to the imagination. After checking his hair in a mirror, he grinned to himself as he entered Exam Room 1. He flashed his pearly whites in a genuine - yet wicked - grin to the young man sitting on the exam bench.

Tyler was a twenty-one year old who had only recently started seeing Dr. Blade for fertility issues. He and his partner had been trying to impregnate a surrogate with no success and even though Dr. Blade felt bad for the young man's situation, countless tests had shown Tyler and his partner were hopelessly sterile... there there would be no real harm done, Dr. Blade thought.

Tyler was five foot nine and extremely muscular, more so than Dr. Blade and breathtakingly handsome.

“Good afternoon, Tyler. I have a new treatment for you that I think will really make your sperm count rocket,” 

Dr. Blade rested his hand under the bulge in his pants, drawing Tyler’s eyes to his nuts. He played it off like the gesture was inadvertent but it was anything but. Judging by the growing tightness in Tyler’s jeans, Dr. Blade could tell his fake flirting was working. Tyler was wearing tight jeans and a fitted T-shirt, clearly trying to show off, and he was drenched in cheap cologne.

Tyler could barely take his eyes off Dr. Blade “What’s the treatment, doctor?”  

“It involves massage of your sperm ducts to stimulate production. Unfortunately, it needs to be done by hand. I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable..."

Tyler was raging at the thought of the hot doctor massaging his balls and quickly stripped out of his jeans. He stood next to the table in only his tight white briefs, his impressive cock clearly hard and his pendulous nuts bulging in the fabric.

“Excellent, we'll start immediately!" Dr. Blade smiled.

Tyler's cock was leaking and his eyes were filled with lust as Dr. Blade crouched to be at eye level with Tyler’s package grasped one of Tyler’s nuts in each hand through the fabric. He rolled them gently and had to restrain himself from unleashing his full strength as he gradually increased the pressure, rolling the fat orbs under his thumbs. Tyler moaned and his cock leaked as Dr. Blade continued his fake therapy. When Dr. Blade was sure Tyler thought he was about to be fucked, his guard totally down, he grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled them to his ankles. Tyler’s ten inch cock flopped forward, fully hard, and his egg sized shaved sack hung low under it. Dr. Blade continued to knead the fat things in his hands, increasing the pressure until Tyler let out a gasp.

“Not so hard, doc. Nice and gentle,” 

“Sorry,” Dr. Blade lied.

“I think we’re ready for the next part of the treatment,”

Tyler was convinced he was about to get plowed by the dirty doctor so hopped into the stirrups as instructed without hesitation. His muscular legs were spread wide, his cock hard and his balls waiting to unload. Dr. Blade whispered sweet nothings into Tyler’s ear, his hot breath distracting Tyler long enough for the doctor to pull a length of rope he had placed under the chair.

“Hey doc, I don’t get into bondage but...” Tyler was dazed by a sharp pain to the temple. 

Dr. Blade slammed his fist into the side of Tyler’s head, barely a fraction of his true strength but enough to stun him. It was all the time he needed to quickly criss-cross Tyler’s ripped abs and pecs with rope, tying him down. Tyler struggled and shouted but Dr. Blade ignored him as he tied his ankles to the stirrup straps. Dr. Blade looked down at his handiwork; the dumb muscle jock could have easily overpowered him had it not been for his hormones.

“See, Tyler, I think your real problem is that your nuts are too distracting,”

Before Tyler could register the words, Dr. Blade started slamming his fists into his balls and this time he wasn’t holding back. Tyler let out shrieks of pain as his nuts were slammed into his pelvis. Dr. Blade was glad he had installed sound proof paneling in the exam rooms; he wouldn’t want the victim idling in the next room to get alarmed. Dr. Blade was working up a mild sweat as he lay into Tyler’s nuts. Ironically the fertility doctor was getting closer and closer to ruining Tyler’s chances of siring children. Dr. Blade relished in the feeling of Tyler’s large nuts crumpling and warping under his knuckles, struggling not to simply implode.

Tyler was writhing, desperate to break free and looked down in horror as the hunky doctor was pulverizing his balls. They were turning red and starting to swell and the pain was making his fit stomach roil in agony. 

“My nuts, man! My nuts!” Tyler shrieked as Dr. Blade continued to pulverize his bag until it was an unhealthy shade of purple.

Tyler thought he was going to pass out from the pain, his mind foggy, the only thing he could focus on were his swelling nuts and Dr. Blade’s wicked smile. 

“Please!” 

“I think it’s working...”

CRUNCH

SPLITCH

Tyler’s mouth opened in a silent ‘O’ as Dr. Blade felt something break in his scrotum after a particularly brutal punch. Dr. Blade grabbed Tyler’s ridiculously swollen bag, a nut in each hand, and started squeezing and grinding in his thumb. As Tyler wailed, Dr. Blade used his knowledge of human anatomy to detail every membrane and structure of Tyler’s testicles that were being damaged as the space between his thumb and palms slowly collapsed.

“Looks like I may have massaged a little too hard. I’m definitely feeling some damage,”

Tyler took a tortured sigh of relief as Dr. Blade released his balls. His reprieve was brief though. Dr. Blade fished something out of one of the drawers and returned with a device that looked like a small immersion blender with a slick white handle and glimmering stainless steel blades. It reminded Tyler of the tool he used that morning to mix up his protein shake. Tyler thrashed around but his big muscles were useless against his restraints.

“So this may sting...” Dr. Blade chuckled as he crouched between Tyler’s legs, his swollen bag inches from his face.

He rose the blender over Tyler’s left nut and lined up his aim, his bicep bulging to show off his strength.

“No. Please don’t!” 

SPLOTCH

Tyler thought he was going to die as Dr. Blade slammed the tool into his nut. The tip of the blender was about as sharp as a ballpoint pen and Dr. Blade’s arm was more than powerful enough to brute-force it through the tough scrotum skin. Tyler felt an agony like nothing he had ever experienced as Dr. Blade looked up at him smiling. 

Dr.Blade grinned wickedly as he activated the machine. Tyler threw his head back and his thick neck bulged as he screamed. The blender sliced his left nut into a dozen pieces in a fraction of second and was creating a whirlpool effect in Tyler’s bag.

“Christ!” Tyler’s eyes rolled into his head and he blacked out as he felt his beefy right nut pulled into the blades that made quick work of it. 

Even though both of Tyler’s jock nuts were nothing but chunks, Dr. Blade kept the machine running and moved it around inside his bag for a full minute, relishing the feeling as the increasingly small bits of testicle hit the blades and exploded. He could actually feel the little pops vibrating through the machine. Eventually, there was nothing in his bag but liquid and Dr. Blade pulled out the goop covered machine. He quickly cauterized the wound and looked down at Tyler’s muscular body with nothing but a big, limp dick and a bloated ball bag between his legs. At first blush the huge bag looked fine, other than being swollen and bruised, but inside it was just one amorphous blob.  Dr. Blade tucked the machine into his pocket.

Dr. Blade exited the exam room and went into the next one. Greg was waiting for his special examination. Greg was a jock in his thirties who had been seeing Dr. Blade for years to address his over active sex drive. He was relatively short, but quite muscular, filling out his jeans and T-shirt, clearly showing off, as he flashed a smile at the doctor he had been trying to bone for years.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Greg. I was with another client, but no one as special as you,” Dr. Blade finished his statement with a wink, smiling as he watched Greg taking the bait. 

“Thanks for seeing me doc. I’ve been hornier than normal lately. Work stress triggers me, I think. There was a deal at work that another agent tried to fuck me over. I mean no-lube, bent over the desk fucked over. That motherfucker can just suck my dick until I nut all over his face..”

Dr. Blade smiled as the randy businessman used graphic sexual euphemisms to describe work stressors.

“Yeah, I can see you’re having an episode,”

Dr. Blade walked up to Greg who was sitting on the exam table with his legs slightly open. As expected Dr. Blade watched Greg’s eyes slowly move up and down his perfectly displayed body before settling on his mounding crotch.

“I think we have to use a different technique, something to help with your lust issues,”

Greg nodded.

“Why don’t you stand against the wall for me,”

Greg obliged and was quickly standing with his back against the wall and Dr. Blade standing nose to nose. Greg’s cock was raging in his jeans and he was almost overwhelmed with desire as the man of his dreams stood breathing slowly in front of him.

“I call this trigger therapy. I want you to put your hand on my pec and tell me what you wanna’ do. Talk through the fantasy,”

Greg looked stunned but placed a hand on Dr. Blade’s massive pec, his heart literally fluttering at the rock hard mound of muscle.

Greg ran his hands up and down Dr. Blade’s awesome granite torso, admiring every bump and curve and making Dr. Blade's own cock swell as Greg vocalized explicit fantasies about how he wanted to rip off his clothes and bend him over the exam table. Greg could clearly make out Dr. Blade’s huge nuts and thick cock through the fabric and his own cock was making a gooey stain in his jeans. Greg was sweating, entirely distracted by the handsome doctor who was letting him worship his body. Finally, Greg thought.

CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH

Dave’s mouth opened so wide his jaw popped as he let out a deep scream. Dr. Blade had taken advantage of the dumb jock’s distraction to slam his knee four times rapidly into Greg’s crotch. Dr. Blade could feel Greg’s lumps flatten violently under each blow and was loving the damage he was inflicting.

Dr. Blade stepped back and let Greg slump to the floor, landing on his bubble butt. He looked up at Dr. Blade in confusion. 

“Why did you...Oooh!”

CRUNCH

Dr. Blade slammed his shoe into the V between Greg’s legs, causing the muscle stud to let out a falsetto shriek that was music to Dr. Blades’ ears. Greg grabbed Dr. Blade’s lower leg and tried desperately to pull it off as he continued to press down on his balls, grinding them like bugs.

Dr. Blade looked down at the screaming, hysterical mound of muscle. “You admit you’re always too horny. Therapy isn’t helping so I’m going to destroy your lust tanks once and for all."

Greg howled as Dr. Blade continued to increase the pressure on his boys, flattening them into pancakes.

“No! Please!” 

CRUNCH

Dr. Blade twisted his foot before raising it and slamming it down full force. Greg felt like his pelvis was cracked which didn’t bode well for his trapped balls. He clawed at Dr. Blade and shrieked but it was no use. Any attempt to stand was met with a stomp to his swollen nuts or a bop on the head by Dr. Blade’s fist. Dr. Blade gave Greg’s nuts a final devastating stomp before pulling out his blender tool.

“This will take care of those urges..."

Greg was woozy with pain but used the slight break to his advantage, rising to his feet and sprinting to the door. Dr. Blade effortlessly stopped him, grabbing him by the back and slamming him to the ground. The two wrestled all over the exam room, grunting and shouting. Actually Greg was doing most of the screaming. Even though Greg was a muscular stud, clearly his muscles were entirely thanks to gym machines, not from practical use, because he had absolutely no fighting skills, making him easy for Dr. Blade to pin into submission.

“Why are you doing this?” Gregs shrieked. Dr. Blade had him pinned face down holding his arm behind his back so tightly his shoulder was about to dislocate.

Luckily, Dr. Blade used his expert anatomy knowledge to avoid seriously injuring Greg’s arm. With his free hand, Dr. Blade pulled Greg’s jeans to his knees and his swollen nuts rolled out from under him, the big saggy bag resting on the ground.

“No wonder you’re always distractedly horny! These are huge! Surprised you can even walk with these."

Incredulously, even as he struggled, Greg’s ass arched into the air slightly as if he was positioning himself to be fucked. Dr. Blade couldn’t believe that even in this situation Greg was still horny. Not for long though. Dr. Blade slammed his fist once into Greg’s ball bag and it flattened out under his knuckles. Greg gave a scream then was totally lost in agony at the next sensation.

SLOTCH

Dr. Blade plunged the blender into Greg’s bag. It took two attempts but the head of the blender was inside Greg’s bag, partially puncturing one of his nuts. Greg’s eyes rolled and he convulsed as Dr. Blade turned on the machine. Greg’s hefty nuts gave the machine a challenge at first but as soon as the first nut was bisected, inertia kicked in and the rest of the sack’s contents were whirred into gunk. Dr. Blade effortlessly held the hysterical jock down as his nuts were turned into liquid sack sauce. Satisfied that he had permanently killed Greg’s sex drive, he pulled out the blender and chuckled at the long gooey string that was still attached. He slammed his fist down once more on to the bloated bag and a squirt of goo, formerly known as Greg’s testicles, was extruded. Dr. Blade patched up Greg before tying him to the exam bench, which wasn’t hard considering Greg was nothing but a heavy, blubbering pile of muscle.

The last patient of the day was Montgomery. He had been going to the clinic for about a week making sperm deposits and having his fertility tested before he deployed on a long military stint. His deposits were his insurance in case his deployment went sideways.

Montgomery was a tall, beefy athlete barely in his twenties. He had mounding pecs, powerful legs and arms for days along with a disarmingly handsome face framed by dirty blonde hair that would have looked shaggy and untidy on anyone else but somehow Montgomery was able to pull it off nicely.

Dr. Blade walked up to Montgomery who was seated in the exam room’s chair with his legs spread wide. The doctor eyed the slight lump in his shorts and Montgomery mistook that as flirting. Dr. Blade stood next time and made sure that his own crotch bulge was at Montgomery’s eye level.

“So we just need you to make one more cum dump... I mean  deposit,” Dr. Blade lied as he retrieved a collection cup from one of the drawers. 

“I’ll be in my office, just push the call button when you’re done,” Dr. Blade turned to leave but stopped and turned back to Montgomery. 

“Actually, to make sure it’s a decent-sized sample, maybe you need a hand?” he winked.

Dr. Blade pushed the inside of his cheek with his tongue to emulate the look of a fat cock in his mouth and ran his hand up and down his muscular thigh clearly evoking the motion of a blow job.

The hunky blonde spread his legs and unzipped his fly. He bit his lip as his truly huge cock and meaty nuts popped out of his fly. “Doctor's orders,” Montgomery laughed.

Dr. Blade was so horned by the site he almost gave in to his lust and abandoned his plan. Almost.

“Hey, lemme’ grab some lube for you,”

Dr. Blade left, returning about a minute later with a little metal briefcase with a red LED indicator on top that was blinking. Montgomery was a little confused but too distracted by hormones to care, he just wanted Dr. Blade’s mouth on his cock. The doctor put the case on the counter and turned to reveal he also had a length of rope. 

“Are you into being edged?” Dr. Blade asked. He already knew the answer since Montgomery had flat out told the doctor once that he wished he would strap him to a chair and bate the fuck out of him.

Montgomery nodded yes enthusiastically and put his hands behind his back. Dr. Blade whispered into Montgomery’s ear as he tied his hands together then his ankles to the chair legs before pulling down his pants. Montgomery loved the thrill of being dominated by the hot doctor and his cock was raging hard, desperate for the doctor’s strong hands to milk it.

“Oh almost forgot the lube,”

Dr. Blade opened the case and walked it over to Montgomery whose eyes lit up immediately in realization. There were three labeled canisters of sperm - his sperm - in the case. The red light had been an indicator warning that the temperature was too high.

“What the fuck!”

“Oh, I took these out earlier today to get ready,”

Montgomery panicked, “But they aren’t frozen! Aren’t they ruined now?” 

Dr. Blade shrugged indifferently as he opened one of them, a pungent odor of semen and preservatives wafted out. Montgomery tried to break free as Dr. Blade slowly poured the liquid onto Montgomery's shaft. It was extremely slick and despite the situation Montgomery’s cock was raging. Dr. Blade stroked up and down the massive ten inch shaft with both hands.

“Aaah... what are you... oooh yeah...” Montgomery was clearly torn between panic about his ruined samples, confusion and lust. Lust was winning out.

Dr. Blade opened the next two and poured a copious amount of the sperm sauce onto Montgomery’s cock, stroking it, playing with the head and driving the young buck to the edge.

“So, those were the only samples I bothered to save. The rest I threw in the garbage,”

Montgomery was stunned at the announcement but he only let out a moan and crossed his eyes as Dr. Blade continued to pump his cock. Montgomery had clearly come to the appointment primed and ready because he felt like he was going to shoot in no time.

“Oh, and to make sure that I really ruin lineage, I’m going to stop you from cumming ever again,”

Montgomery shrieked as Dr. Blade plunged the blender into his sack. The young stud writhed and screamed in agony and pleasure as his cock was edged like a pro at the same time a giant metal object had punctured his nut sack. The dual sensations were too much. Dr. Blade watched the young soldier's nuts for the telltale pulling before an orgasm as Montgomery begged and pleaded. Suddenly, his testicles started to be pulled into his body.

“Not my nuts! I want kids, man!” 

WHIR--SPLOOOOTCH

Montgomery’s eyes bulged out as the blender was turned on. Dr. Blade stroked Montgomery’s wildly firing cock as the blender was destroying his nuts. Big chunks were whirring around in his bag as pink streams of cum showered his shirt and Dr. Blade’s face. The horny bastard was still cumming as the last chunk of his testicles burst in his sack. Montgomery blacked out. For good measure, Dr. Blade kept the machine whirring until the bag was full of nothing but liquid and he was pleased with his results. Dr. Blade patched him up and headed to his office. 

He sat in his comfy leather chair, satisfied at the ball busting, family tree ending carnage he had unleashed. He had a fellow physician on standby who was going to help him clean out the muscle boys’ busted sacks but they were in no immediate danger so he figured he had a few minutes before calling. Ruining those guy’s balls was exhilarating and hot as Hell. Before he knew it, Dr. Blade had pulled out his eleven inch dick and was stroking it as he replayed each brutal castration. As he pumped his shaft, he could recall the feeling of the blender vibrating as it hit the nut chunks, the anguished screams, the utter destruction.

“Oh shit!” 

Dr. Blade threw his head back and let out a roar that shook the windows. His entire beefy body was convulsing and his eyes rolled into his head, he had to brace himself to the desk as he was doubled over by the most intense orgasm he had ever encountered. He absolutely painted his face and chest with rope after gooey rope. He was stunned by the mess. Perhaps he should make these kinds of culling a regular thing, he thought.