Men of the House

Title: Men of the House
Author: bbmal
Link: http://ballbustingtales.blogspot.com.es/2016/10/men-of-house-part-vi.html

Part 1

Corey had always looked up to his older brother Dylan. With nearly four years separating them, Corey had spent his childhood emulating Dylan in every way possible. Of course, this was due in part to the fact that their father had disappeared shortly after Corey was born, leaving few male role models for the boy.

Dylan loved his brother, and despite being a high school junior with his own things to do and places to go, he always made time for Corey. Dylan would take him out for a ride in their mom's mini-van, often stopping for ice cream in the heat of summers.

They'd just celebrated Corey's 13th birthday the week before, in which they had family and a few friends over for cake and presents. As always, Corey was at his brother's side, playing ball, throwing horse shoes, and taking a late swim in the pool just as the sun was setting.

Corey was excited to be a teenager. It meant that when school started back in the fall, he'd get to go to the middle school, which was joined to the high school. Most importantly, it meant that he wouldn't have to take the bus to school, instead, he'd be riding with his brother.

Corey was changing in other ways too. The transformations were subtle in the beginning, but as Corey's body started to change, he became curious. A few times Dylan caught his brother staring while changing in front of him. It was normal for kids his age to be curious, and preferring not to make a big deal about it, Dylan pretended not to notice.

But Corey's new fascination with his brother's body had taken a new turn.

Just like most boys his age entering adolesence, Corey and his friends' first foray into sexual maturity was a widespread bout of nut-tapping. Throughout the summer, competition among the boys was fierce. Corey established a reputation for being a real terror, having wracked each of his friends several times and only getting nutted a few times himself.

Corey's success among his friends eventually led him to wonder what it would be like to bust a guy who was bigger and older, like his brother. Dylan was four years older than Corey and having already fully developed, he knew his brother was much more well endowed then he or his friends.

Nutting his friends hardly seemed like a challenge, but Dylan was bigger and stronger than all of them. Would Dylan fall to the ground and cry, or would his voice squeak up into a high-pitch like in the movies?

Corey tried to put the thought out of his mind. He loved his brother, admiring everything about him, but the thought always lingered in the back of his mind.

One day, Dylan was standing in the kitchen, searching through the fridge for something cold to drink.

Finally overcome with the urge to bust his brother, Corey walked up to him and brought his foot crashing into the bulge in Dylan's jeans. Corey's size 9 trainers slammed into Dylan's crotch, smashing his balls, and knocking the wind out of Dylan's lungs.

Dylan gasped in pain as his precious jewels were flattened inside his jeans and stumbled to the floor.

Corey roared with laughter as his brother doubled over and grabbed his nuts, grimacing in pain.

"That hurt." Dylan squeaked.

Corey laughed harder, gasping for breath.

Dylan lied on the floor for several minutes before he climbed back to his feet.

"Don't do that anymore, ok?" Dylan groaned, bent over from the pain between his legs .

Corey apologized and promised Dylan he wouldn't do it again, but that promise was broken several days later while they were out swimming.

Their mother was out of the house with her boyfriend Rob and the boys decided to go out back for a swim. Dylan ran to the deep side and dove into the fresh, cool water. He was a natural swimmer and worked as a life guard at the Y on weekends.

"Come on, let's see you dive!" Dylan called out to his brother.

"I can't." Corey grumbled. "I've tried, but I don't know how."

"It's easy, I'll show you." Dylan grinned.

Dylan swam over to the ladder and as he climbed out of the pool, his smooth, muscular body glistened with water. His wet swim trunks clung around his package, highlighting every curve.

Corey was hypnotized by the way his brother's big bulge shifted between his legs as he walked towards him. Despite his earlier promise, the sudden urge to bust Dylan's nads became irresistible.

As Dylan approached, the muscles in Corey's leg seemed to take over and swinging up between Dylan's thighs, he nailed his brother's wet package with a resounding 'smack'. His bare foot slammed into Dylan's groin, crunching his ample nuts against his pelvis.

Dylan let out a miserable moan. He exhaled and blinked.

"Shit." Dylan groaned, bending over as the pain set in. His hands were nursing his package.

The grin on Corey's face disappeared when he saw the anguish on his brother's face.

"Why do you keep doing that?" Dylan panted.

Corey was at a loss for words. Why had he done it? He knew it was wrong and he'd promised not to.

"I'm sorry Dylan." Corey replied. How could he explain it to his brother when even he didn't understand it?

Dylan's eyes squeezed shut and he gagged as the taste of bile filled his mouth.

Corey helped his brother hobble over to a deck chair.

Dylan sat quietly for a long time, slowly rubbing the soreness out of his nuts. Then after a long pause, Dylan asked, "Why do you keep hitting me in the nuts? Are you mad at me or something?"

"No." Corey shook, his eyes cast down on a crack in the concrete patio.

"So what's going on then?" Dylan pressed. "That's the second time you nailed me."

Corey sat down wearily next to him. "It' just a game I play with my friends sometimes, you know -"

"Oh," Dylan nodded his head.

"It's just for fun." Corey quickly added. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Dylan sat quietly while thinking to himself. Corey sat quietly too, wondering how much trouble he was in.

"Alright," Dylan said finally. "It's OK."

"You're not mad?" Corey started feeling relieved. "You're not going to tell mom, are you?"

"No." Dylan replied. "But you have to stop. You can't go through life just walking up to guys and cracking them in the nuts."

"I know." Corey said glumly.

"Especially when it's me." Dylan shot his brother a small grin. "If you keep it up, I won't be able to make you an uncle."

Corey laughed hard and shoved Dylan playfully. "Yeah, big deal!"

"Big deal?" Dylan shouted, chasing his brother out of his chair and into the pool.

The two boys tussled back and forth, splashing water as they wrestled. Dylan held one hand protectively over his crotch, making it easy for Corey to grab his head and arms. They spent the rest of the morning wearing themselves out, laughing and roughhousing.

Around mid-day, Dylan had to take a leak and went in the house. Corey stayed in the pool, preferring the cool water over the humid August heat and swam laps. Pushing off the side of the pool, Corey propelled himself through the water quickly as he crossed to the far side and reversed back.

Corey practiced his breast stroke, exercising his muscles hard as he swam . He enjoyed the smell of chlorine in the water, and the way it mixed with the smell of cut grass. After a while, he turned and floated on his back as he watched the clouds pass above him.

It was then that he'd noticed that Dylan hadn't come back out of the house.

Corey climbed out of the pool, and wrapping his towel around his waist, stepped through the sliding glass door into the kitchen.

"Dylan?" Corey called his brother's name, but there was no response.

After searching the downstairs, he headed up to the second floor.

All was silent in the house and Dylan's bedroom door was closed. Corey crept to his brother's door and pressed his ear up against the wood. The room was quiet, aside from a faint rustling noise. Corey slowly reached for the door nob and silently turned the handle. He cracked the door open and peered inside.

Corey's eyes widened at the sight of his naked brother, sprawled out on his bed. Corey held his breath, trying desperately not to make a sound as he watched Dylan thumbing through a magazine with pictures of naked women while tightly gripping his penis in his hand.

Corey cracked the door another inch.

Though he'd seen his brother naked plenty of times while growing up, he never saw him have an erection. A thin trail of dark hair leading down from his navel, fanned out into a lush forest of pubic hair surrounding his manhood.

Dylan's dick was longer and thicker than Corey remembered, pointing straight up at the ceiling. His cock looked shiny, clear liquid dripping from the tip as he ran his hand up and down it's shaft. Below the shaft, two plump testicles dangled heavily just below his ass.

A surge of adrenaline hit Corey's bloodstream as he watched Dylan's hefty low-hangers bouncing around between his legs. They were so big and full, Corey wished he would look like that one day.

Corey slipped through the door into his brother's room as Dylan pumped his dick in a slow, steady rhythm. Covered in sweat, the muscles in his chest extended and contracted. Dylan moaned softly, gripping his penis tightly and threw his head back. Dropping the magazine, Dylan reached down and cradled his testicles, massaging the bulging orbs between his fingers.

Corey snuck closer, stepping over the swimsuit that sat in a wet pile on the floor and stood at the foot of Dylan's bed. The voice of reason in his head told him to get out, but the urge to reach out and bust his brother's big, meaty balls was too much to resist.

Suddenly his hand shot out, and Corey grabbed Dylan's large set and yanked down as hard as he could.

"Shit!" Dylan screamed with surprise. The sharp tug on his nuts pulled him back from his pre-orgasmic bliss. "What the hell are you doing Corey? Get the hell out!"

Frightened by Dylan's outburst, Corey panicked and locked his fingers around Dylan's nutsac and squeezed his beefy balls.

Dylan let out a grunt and his dick began to twitch.

"Please, I'm sorry, I-"

"Just let go of my nuts." Dylan pleaded in a haggard voice. "Please, Corey."

Corey tried to open his fist, but the muscles in his fingers refused to bend. In that moment Corey was struck warmth emanating from Dylan's precious orbs. His silky scrotum almost felt slippery in Corey's hands.

"Shit." Dylan moaned as his little brother tightened his grip on his tender testicles. His rock hard dick began twitching heavily.

Corey continued squishing the contents of Dylan's sac, kneading the older boy's juicy plums sharply between his fingers.

"Oh, shit." Dylan gasped. His breathing had reached a rapid pace and his cock was spasming uncontrollably.

Dylan's body bucked as the orgasm began to build. Corey felt his brother's balls tighten in his sac and glanced up just in time to watch the first jet of cum shoot up into the air.

Dylan groaned as his cock spat spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum like a fountain, splattering his chest and stomach. His dick continued to pulsate, erupting with fresh waves of thick, white spunk.

Corey stared in wonder at the geyser of sperm that erupted out of his brother. By the time it was over, the tension in Dylan's face had disappeared and he looked relaxed.

Dylan exhaled as the last drops of jizz oozed out of his cock.

Corey gave his brother's cum-drained nuts a final squeeze before releasing them.

Dylan groaned, reaching down to massage his shattered jewels.

"I'm sorry." Corey muttered. "Please, don't tell mom."

Dylan shut his eyes and held his aching gonads Corey waited and stared.

Dylan blinked several times.

"It's OK, I won't tell her." Dylan whispered finally, "just leave me alone for little while."

Corey bit his lip, stung by his brother's words. "I really am sorry, Dylan."

"I know, I just want to be alone right now." Dylan groaned.

"OK." Corey stopped at the bedroom door. "You're coming back out, right?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll be there in a little while." Dylan replied.

Dylan watched Corey smile and close the door behind him. He rolled over to his side and loosely fondled his balls, checking for damage. His nuts were sore and swollen, but OK otherwise. After a while the throbbing ceased. He grabbed a dirty t-shirt from the floor and wiped off his stomach and chest.

For a moment Dylan considered telling their mom about Corey, but the idea of telling another living person that he's not only gotten owned, but the cum drained out of his balls by his kid brother was too much for him to stomach. He'd just have to be more careful when he was around Corey.

Climbing out of bed, Dylan pulled on his swim trunks and headed out back to pool where Corey was waiting for him.

Part 2

It was late in the afternoon when Dylan walked through the back door of the house and grabbed a cold soda from the fridge. He'd just spent the last hour cleaning out the garage, a chore he'd been ignoring for weeks. He sat down at the kitchen table and drank his Coke in silence. With his mom still at work, he knew it would be his job to start dinner, but he felt tired and his body was covered in sweat and dirt.

Dylan sat back in his chair and contemplated getting another soda when he heard a loud thump followed by a scream from upstairs. He sprinted up the stairs two at a time, and rushed toward his brother Corey's room where the noise had come from. He moved quickly, plagued by images of damage and injury Corey was capable of causing when left alone. He should have kept a closer eye on him. After all he was the older brother, it was his responsibility to look after him.

When he reached the door to Corey's room, he didn't bother knocking and burst through.

Corey and his childhood friend Shawn turned and looked surprised as he stormed in.

"Is everything ok in here?" Dylan said panting as his eyes swept the room for damage.

"Hi Dylan." Shawn waved in greeting. He'd been friends with Corey for years and had come up through the grades together. Shawn spent a lot of time with Corey, and either at his house or visiting theirs. He was older than Corey, but only by a few months. He was tall for his age, and had brown wavy hair.

"Everything's fine!" He said cheerily.

His brother Corey was sitting upright on the floor, and both boys were laughing.

"Ugh, no it's not. Shawn just floored me with that last kick." He groaned and his hands were buried between his legs. Shawn was staring down at his friend and beaming with a big grin on his face.

"What's going on? Shawn, why'd you kick Corey?" Dylan was still catching his breath and look bewildered as the two boys started to giggle in unison.

"Don't worry, it's nothing. We're just playing a game." Corey replied as he took Shawn's hand and pulled himself off the floor.

"A game?" Dylan replied skeptically.

Corey stood up brushed himself off. "Yeah, roshambo."

Dylan shook his head. "Corey, you could get hurt."

"He's fine, we play it all the time." Shawn chimed in.

Corey smirked, still cupping his nuts. "Two out of three?"

"Right on." Shawn grinned. "Care to join us Dylan?"

"No thanks." Dylan shook his head and pulled his little brother aside. "I'm serious, I don't want you playing roshambo with your friends. You could injure yourself of Shawn permanently."

"It's ok Dylan, really. Shawn's right, it's just a game." Corey said with a smirk. Then he turned away so his friend couldn't read his lips. "Usually I let him win the first round so I can soften him up a bit before I finish him off." Corey winked.

Dylan went wide-eyed with shock from his brother's admission. "I'm serious Corey, I want this to stop right now, or I'll tell mom."

Corey sighed. "It's not big deal."

"Yes it is!" Dylan snapped. "You have to listen to me. I'm in charge until mom comes home, and I'm telling you that you can't. It's dangerous, irresponsible, and stupid!"

Corey couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Dylan this upset. Then he thought of the incident that had happened a few weeks before when Corey decided to take his ball busting urges on his older brother. Dylan never told their mom, but he made Corey promise never to try to hit him below the belt again. Corey had managed to keep that promise, though he still thought about it all the time. He'd even told Shawn about it. His friend hadn't believed the story at first, but after a while he began asking for more details. Corey took great delight in describing the encounter. He loved Dylan, but he was equally proud of how he'd owned his brother and his big nuts.

"Ok, I'm sorry, alright? We'll stop, just don't tell mom." Corey conceded.

Dylan looked back at his younger brother and sighed. Perhaps it was all just boyish nonsense, but Dylan started to wonder if Corey had a problem.

Forgotten, Shawn stood by watching as the two brothers whisper between each other in hushed tones. Neither of them were paying much attention to him and he was getting bored waiting. Then Shawn's eyes settled on Dylan. His interest in Dylan had been peaked a week ago when Corey confided in Shawn that he had busted his big brother. Dylan was nearly 18 years-old, practically a man, and according to Corey, endowed with a hefty pair of low hangers. Corey claimed that just one kick was enough to take him down, but Shawn found that hard to believe. Dylan was bigger and stronger then the two of them put together, surely his family jewels were tough enough to handle a kick from a kid.

Dylan was still lecturing Corey in hushed tones as Shawn edged closer to listen to what they were saying. Shawn' paused when he was a few feet away. Dylan's back was still turned and his hand was on Corey's shoulder, his tall, lanky frame towered over his younger brother.

Shawn quickly realized that he was in the perfect position for a sneak attack. Shawn's heart began thumping hard in his chest and he felt himself getting excited. He took a deep breath to steady himself and listened to the conversation between the brothers. Still neither of them seemed to sense his presence. Then when he was ready, he took aim and launched a kick between Dylan's legs.

Shawn's foot connected with the bulge in Dylan's jeans dead-on, his instep collided with the older boy's jean-clad balls and rammed them up into his pelvis.

Dylan looked like he didn't know what hit him. He stopped mid-sentence and his mouth dropped open and a hoarse whimper escaped his throat.

Corey stared at his brother, puzzled, as Dylan grabbed his crotch and slid down to his knees. Then there was a loud thud as Shawn's foot slammed into his groin and he doubled over.

Corey coughed. When he looked up, he saw Shawn smiling.

"What'd you do that for?" Corey asked in a raspy voice.

Shawn shrugged. "I got tired of waiting, so I decided to get things started on my own."

Corey shook his head and stared down at his brother as he slowly rocked back and forth on the floor. "You shouldn't have. He's going to get mad and tell my mom."

"No he won't. Don't worry, I'll handle him." Shawn chuckled. He sounded confident, but Corey didn't look convinced.

Shawn bent down over Dylan for a moment to inspect his handy work. The older boy was still on his back and holding his crotch protectively. Shawn grabbed his hands and tried to peel them off.

"Dude, what the hell? Let go." Dylan snapped.

Under normal circumstances he would have been more than capable of fighting Shawn off, but the shot the nuts had taken something out of him. Back and forth, the two boys grappled for control. Dylan had strength and size on his side, but Shawn was faster and landed a hard punch into his ribs.

Dylan grunted and doubled over again.

Seeing his opening, Shawn pushed Dylan's legs apart and threw a punch at Dylan's crotch. His knuckles connected with Dylan's nuts, making the older teen gasp in surprise and let out a yelp.

Shawn snickered as he followed up with another punch and sunk his fist into the soft mound in Dylan's jeans. Corey had been right, busting an older guy sure was a lot of fun!

Dylan squirmed in pain and screamed from the top of his lungs as Shawn's punches rained down on his groin and his tender gonads were smashed again and again.

"Come on, that's enough Shawn." Corey said, looking worried.

Shawn grinned and shook his head. "Hold up, what's the rush? The big guy here isn't going anywhere for a while and there's one last thing I want to check on." He grabbed the legs of Dylan's baggy jeans tugged on them until they slid off. Then Dylan's boxers soon followed. Dylan groaned, only vaguely conscious of what was happening to him over the constant throbbing in his testicles.

Once Dylan was stripped from the waist down, Shawn could see that Corey's description of his older brother's junk hadn't been an exaggeration. Even soft, his long dick had a slight curve to it as it draped over a pair of two of the juiciest, low-hanging nuts Shawn had ever seen in his life. The moment he saw them, he knew he had to touch them.

Shawn scooped up Dylan's hefty orbs and rolled them against the palm of his hand. They were heavy, soft and yet, firm.

Dylan moaned as Shawn's hand closed around his sac and began to fondle his big balls. He knew the danger he was in, but he was too weak to fight back.

"Shawn?" Corey saw the nut-lust in Shawn's eyes and decided that it was time to stop this before things went too far, but his friend didn't seem to hear him.

Shawn was filled with a sense of euphoria as he held Dylan's nuts hostage. Slowly he began to experiment, first with light squeezes, but he quickly dialed up the level of pain.

Dylan groaned louder and thrashed his legs a few times, but it was no use. Shawn's lock on his manhood was solid.

"Shawn." Corey repeated. "He's had enough."

Shawn ignored his friend's protest and focused his attention on Dylan's large, left nut. He rolled the fat orb between his fingers and pulled it to the base of his sac, isolating it from its twin before he started bearing down on it.

Dylan's hips bucked and he let out a low, miserable moan.

After a few seconds, Shawn released the tortured nut and it plumped back to its normal shape. Then he grabbed Dylan's right nut and gave it the same treatment, causing Dylan to moan again.

Shawn alternated back and forth a few times before eventually he gave up on squeezing and slapped Dylan's meaty nuggets.

Dylan howled and his dick twitched.

"Whoa," Shawn gasped. Then he gave them another smack.

Dylan's whole body jerked like he was hit by lightening and his cock lifted into the air.

"Do you see this?" Shawn said sounding amazed as he smashed Dylan's naked nuts a few more times. "He's getting a hardon!"

"Enough Shawn, you're hurting him." Corey was starting to sound annoyed, but that fact was lost on his friend.

"No way, I think he likes it." Shawn grabbed Dylan's cock and pointed it toward his friend. "Jesus, I didn't think this thing could get bigger."

"Seriously, this has to stop." Corey scowled.

"Just a minute, these suckers feel like they're bursting with cream!" Shawn said. He had one hand wrapped around Dylan's throbbing member and he was squeezing Dylan's balls with the other. "I'm going to squeeze the cum right out of them."

Shawn didn't lose any time getting started.

Corey stared in fixed fascination as his Shawn worked over his brother's gonads. Dylan grimaced and began making mewing noises as his meaty balls were stretched to their limit and time seemed to slow down. After only a matter of minutes, he was reduced to a whimpering pile.

"Come on already, shoot that big load for me, I know you want to." Shawn teased Dylan as he twisted his nutsac like he was wringing out a wet paper towel.

Dylan howled as his ball cords were ruthlessly pinched and stretched to their max.

Corey saw the torment on his brother's face and became worried. He had to do something!

"You can't force it out like that," He said, bending down next to his friend, "let me show you."

Shawn shrugged. "Be my guest, my fingers are getting tired anyway."

For a moment, both brothers eyes met. Corey gave his brother a reassuring look and smiled, but Dylan was in too much pain to smile back.

Gently, Corey lifted his brother's bloated balls and cradled them in his hand as if they were a pair of delicate eggs that might shatter from the slightest bump. Dylan whimpered, but didn't make a move to stop him as Corey slowly began to rub his testicles between his fingers, gently squeezing the sensitive underside of each orb in turn.

Corey knew he was on the right track when Dylan suddenly let out a moan. The tension in his face disappeared, and Corey realized that the moan hadn't been from pain, but pleasure.

Corey worked over his brother's heavy nuts, pausing occasionally only to give his dick a few short strokes before continuing. Thanks to Corey's delicate hands, Dylan's cock thickened and hardened in no time, and was pointing in the air, hard as a rock.

All three sets of eyes stared transfixed on Dylan's cock as it quivered, ready to release a big wad of the teenager's spunk.

"Come on, do it." Shawn whispered, his voice tingling with excitement. His fly was open and his hand down his pants nursing an erection on his own, as he watched Corey and his brother with fixed fascination.

Corey looked up at his brother. "Ready?" He whispered so quietly only the two of them could hear.

Dylan nodded his head, already feeling the familiar tingling in his gonads spread up into his dick.

Corey tightened the grip, pressing his fingers pressed into each of Dylan's nuggets and rhythmically pumped the tender flesh. Dylan's cock began to spasm as Corey fingers worked harder and faster, pushing him beyond the point of no return.

Dylan clenched his teeth and groaned as he was pulled over the edge. His dick tightened and he began cumming, unleashing a giant jet of creamy jizz that erupted out of his cock like a volcano.

Shawn gasped and looked stunned as he watched the spectacle play out.

Corey was brimming with pride and smiled. He'd managed to coax an unprecedented load of cum out of his brother's balls. By the time he was finished, both Dylan and Corey were covered in the salty goo.

"Wow, that was amazing!" Shawn shouted. The front of his jeans appeared to have a wet spot of it's own.

Dylan's eyes were closed, and his face looked calm and relaxed. Now that it was over, he had no idea how his brother would react to having his balls busted and then milked . . . again.

Corey's heart skipped a beat as Dylan's eyes slowly opened. He looked breathed in deeply, taking a moment to survey the puddles of his semen that had pooled up on his stomach. Corey held his breath as Dylan's eyes lifted and fixed on his, holding the gaze. Time seemed to slow down for Corey. He shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what he should do next. His worst fears began to play themselves out in his mind and he started to panic.

He was so caught up in the moment, a few seconds past before he realized that Dylan was smirking back at him.

Part 3

It was the weekend in the Johnson home. Dylan and Corey's mom was out on business, called away at the last minute, she'd taken the red-eye Thursday night. She'd left the two boys home alone on dozens of occasions, but this was the first time she was planning on being away for a week. Dylan assured her that they would be fine, and at 17, he was capable of taking care of himself and his little brother. Nonetheless, she remained uneasy about leaving the boys alone for so long and asked her boyfriend Rob to stay at the house until she returned.

Neither Dylan or Corey liked Rob that much. In front of their mother, he was sweet and charming, but alone, he was cocky and arrogant. He never had children, and he didn't particularly care for kids. He had no use at all for two teenage boys, a fact that Rob hid only from their mother.

Dylan did his best to avoid Rob as much as possible. He didn't have to like him, and so long as he made his mother happy, he managed to tolerate her new boyfriend. That was of course, until Rob moved into their house.

The first day went by without incident. On Friday, the boys went to school during the day, and Rob had gone to work. In the evening they had ordered a pizza and watched a basketball game they had recorded earlier in the week.

Then things took a turn Saturday morning. Rob was an early riser and woke the boys up just after dawn to start on housework. He ignored the boys' protests and after breakfast, set them to work. Dylan was given a list of tasks that kept him outside, mowing the lawn, painting the shed, and washing their mother and Rob's cars. Inside the house, Corey was given an equally long list including cleaning the bathrooms, vacuuming the rugs, and polishing the furniture. The work took all day. It was late in the afternoon when Dylan finally came back in to the house to the sound of shouting.

Dylan sprinted from the kitchen into the living room where he heard the commotion. He stopped in his tracks as he entered the room. Shattered pieces of a vase were strewn across the carpeted floor and Rob was holding Corey roughly by the wrists. "What the hell is going on here?"

"Shut up and stay out of this." Rob spat. His face was red with anger.

"It was an accident, I'm sorry." Corey cried.

"Don't lie to me you little shit," Rob hissed, slapping the boy across the cheek, "you did that on purpose."

Corey winced, grabbing his face and swallowed back his tears.

Dylan seethed with anger and noticed the three empty beer bottles on the coffee table.

"Go get a broom and clean this mess." Rob growled, shoving Corey toward the kitchen.

Being the protective older brother, Dylan sprung into action and charged toward Rob. "Don't touch my brother."

Rob smirked at the teen a moment as if he were considering the request. Then suddenly he lashed out grabbed Dylan's throat.

Corey yelped in surprise and pressed tightly against the wall.

At 38, Rob was still in good shape. He was tall and fit, his large frame was dense with muscle. He towered over Dylan and had at least 50 pounds on him.

Dylan tried to squirm away, but Rob's fingers held like bands of iron around his neck.

"I know you boys grew up without a father, but by God I'm gonna teach you some respect." Rob spit as he slammed the teenage boy down onto the floor hard. It looked like something from the WWE, but the pain in Dylan's back was real.

Dylan thrashed, fighting furiously to break free as Rob straddled him and continued to bare down on his throat. His head was spinning, and bright flashes of light were streaking across his eyes. Desperate to break free, he suddenly lifted his knee up between Rob's spread thighs, sinking softly into the older man's groin.

Rob grunted as the full impact of the hit to his balls began to register. He released his hold on Dylan's neck and punched him hard in the temple.

Dylan's cried out. The pain was searing and he saw stars.

"So you like playing dirty huh?" Rob asked as he grabbed his crotch with one big hand and massaged its contents. "Well, two can play at that game."

Dylan shook his head furiously, trying to fight back as pain exploded out of his groin. His stomach tightened and rumbled like a far off thunderstorm. Rob dropped his knee into the teenager's nuts again for good measure and pulled Dylan up on his feet by his throat.

Dylan howled and reached for his agonized testicles, but he was thrown back against the wall.

"I told you boy, you're gonna learn to respect me." Rob snarled.

The whole room was spinning now and Dylan fought to catch his balance, but Rob was in no mood to show mercy. With one thick arm pinning Dylan fast against the wall, Rob sent his knee between the boy's spread legs again, crunching his nuts hard inside his jeans.

Dylan gasped as all the air emptied out of his lungs and his body was rocked with pain. Again and again Rob powered his leg into Dylan's gonads, each time the impact sent shockwaves of pain throughout his body and he felt like he was going to vomit. Occasionally Rob would take a break to catch his breath, but the reprieve was only temporary and before long, he was back at it.

Rob laid into him a few more times before he took another rest. His cheeks were puffed out and he was breathing heavily from the exertion of pulverizing the teen's testicles.

Dylan moaned miserably and grabbed his crotch. It was the worst pain he had ever felt in his life. His legs wobbled beneath him and he would have fallen over if not for the fact that Rob still had him pinned against the wall. Then suddenly he felt Rob's grip on his neck loosen and Dylan slumped back against the wall. He coughed a few times and when he finally looked up, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Corey had watched with horror as the older man attacked his brother from across the room. Fear had overtaken him and he found that despite wanting to help, he could not move his arms or legs. Desperately he tried to will himself to act, but by the time he did, Rob had Dylan up against the living room wall and he was hammering his knee into Dylan's crotch. Corey had to do something to stop him, but what was he supposed to do? He only had one chance to catch Rob off guard, so it would have to count.

There was only one thing Corey could think to do - fight fire with fire.

Corey summoned the courage and slowly snuck up behind them. Rob was preoccupied at the moment, focusing all of his aggression out on Dylan, he didn't hear Corey approach, or even feel his small hand brush up against the hair on his legs as Corey reached for the bulge in his shorts. Corey's hand snaked up the leg of Rob's Bermuda shorts, pushing past a forest of rich, thick pubic hair until his fingers came to rest on the 38 year-old's meaty balls.

Rob gasped, realizing the danger he was in only too late as Corey seized his ballsac and yanked down on the fat nuts.

Until that moment, Corey had thought that Dylan was hung, but the size and weight of a full-grown man's gonads was incredible. Rob's testicles were enormous, though it wasn't just that they were large, but they were dense too, resting comfortably at the bottom of his sac.

Corey squeezed a handful of Rob's nutmeat and pressed his thumb into one of the orbs. It was solid and his fingers hardly made a dent. Corey imagined how much force it would take to crack Rob's iron-cast nuts and tightened his grip around Rob's two over-sized globes in a vice-like grip, squeezing like his life depended on it.

Dylan squinted through the pain, saw an odd expression cover Rob's face. Then he saw Corey's arm buried in Rob's shorts and put two and two together. He managed a smirk, despite the throbbing in his balls and pulled Rob's hands away from his throat. When he was free, he stumbled back a few steps and coughed again, rubbing the soreness out of his neck and crotch.

"Thanks," he whispered to his brother. Corey winked back.

Rob blinked his eyes and groaned as Corey's sneaky little fingers twisted and squeezed his meaty nuts inside his shorts. He reached for the boy's hands and tried to rip them away, but Corey simply dug deeper into his gonads, sending new shock waves of pain into his body.

"Ugh, my balls . . . my fuckin' balls . . ." Rob repeated. His muscular body seemed to whither on the vine as his large reproductive organs were crushed in the 13 year-old's hands. "Let go, or I swear I'll beat the shit out of you."

Corey snickered at the threat. There was no doubt that Rob would have attacked him if he was able, but Corey had already squeezed all the power out of his body with his tight little grip, and Rob simply had nothing left with which to fight him off.

Dylan stood next to his brother, listening to Rob's pitiful moaning as Corey kneaded the contents of his scrotum like a hunk of dough. Then he gave Rob's hefty testicles one final squeeze for good measure and let go.

Rob's eyes bulged and he coughed, sinking to his knees. Corey let him fall and smiled as he watched the grown man grab his crotch and whimper.

Dylan pat Corey on the back and the two boys smiled.

"You're up." Corey grinned, nodding in Rob's direction.

Dylan glanced at the fallen man in their living room and back to Corey, grinning. Then with all his might, Dylan swung his foot and wedged it between Rob's spread legs.

Rob yelped and curled up into a ball.

"Now who's fighting dirty scumbag?" Dylan yelled. Lifting his leg up, he stomped down on Robs hands, grinding them into his nuts.

Rob groaned, struggling to break free, but Dylan kicked him in the stomach and ribs.

"Fuck!" Rob groaned and grabbed his abdomen.

Now with a clear shot, Dylan grabbed Rob's ankles and stomped down between his legs, crunching his already sore gonads.

Rob let out a long, high-pitched scream.

Dylan pumped his foot up and down, squishing Rob's juicy baby-makers hard into his crotch.

Rob's body thrashed and bucked, but there was nothing he could do to halt the thrashing his balls were receiving. He let out one final moan until he finally his eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out.

Dylan let go of Rob's legs and hobbled over to the couch, clutching his groin. His own balls were still throbbing from the bashing they'd received earlier. He sat down on the couch and cautiously reached into his pants and rubbed his bruised ballsac.

Corey sat down next to him and looked at the unconscious mass of limbs that was Rob's body next to the broken vase. "Do you think he'll tell mom what I did?" Corey asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

Dylan thought for a moment and shook his head. "Maybe, but I don't think Rob's the kind of guy that would want other people to know that he got owned by a couple of kids."

Corey was still looking at Rob's motionless form. "How are we going to explain all of this to mom?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll call her tonight and tell her what happened." Dylan tried to sound reassuring.

"You're going to tell her everything?" Corey asked, sounding worried.

"Well, maybe not everything . . ." Dylan shot a smirk back at his little brother. "I'll tell her Rob broke the vase."

"That's not what I meant." Corey scowled.

Dylan chuckled. "I know, I'm just messing with you. I told you not to worry, I'll take care of it."

Corey's eyes brightened just a bit. "Thanks Dylan."

"Sure little bro," Dylan grinned momentarily. Then he let out a long exhale and readjusted the grip on his package.

"Are you alright?" Corey asked, the look of concern on his face was obvious.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Dylan groaned. "But I'm thinking about wearing a cup from now on. Whenever I'm around you, I keep getting it in the junk."

Corey stifled a laugh and Dylan cringed as the discomfort in his abdomen settled in deeper.

"The crazy thing is, my nuts are sore as hell, but I've got a wicked boner." Dylan whispered.

Corey's eyes went wide.

"Maybe I can help with that." Corey said softly as he scooted closer to his brother.

"Thanks, but I think I can handle this one on my own." Dylan smirked. "I'm gonna go upstairs and rub one out. Do me a favor and keep an eye on Rob. When I get back, we'll clean up and I'll give mom a call."

Corey couldn't help but feel a bit cheated as he watched his older brother climb off the couch and head upstairs alone. He listened to the sound of Dylan's footsteps reach the top of the stairs, walk down the hall and his bedroom door close behind him. He sat back on the sofa and stared at Rob's unmoving body.

Rob hadn't made a peep in the last ten minutes.

Corey got up and walked over to him. Rob's eyes were closed and he was breathing evenly.

Corey tested the waters by tapping his foot against Rob's leg, but he didn't stir. Feeling more brazen, he tapped his arm.

There was no response.

Corey took a step back and continued to stare at Rob. He couldn't believe he was even considering what he was about to do, but his curiosity was insatiable and it was driving his actions.

Slowly, he knelt down and placed his hand on Rob's muscular thigh.

Still nothing.

Then slowly he slid his hand up Rob's leg and back into his shorts. Corey studied Rob's face for a reaction, but it was calm and his breathing remained steady. Again he encountered the thick patch of pubic hair that surrounded Rob's manhood, until finally he settled on Rob's balls and grabbed a handful.

Corey gave Rob's bull balls a quick tug, and then a longer, harder squeeze until he was convinced that Rob wasn't waking up. Once he was sure, he tried to yank Rob's shorts off, but found that too difficult, and instead pulled Rob's ballsac out through the leg of his shorts. It was a monster sac, and his balls were huge and fat. They dwarfed every other set of testicles Corey had ever seen.

Corey rolled Rob's big balls between his fingers and surveyed the damage he and his brother had done to them. The orbs were swollen and slightly red.

Rob was completely out of it, he just laid there motionless as Corey fondled his big, bloated baby-makers. He thought about how much cream Rob had in those nuts and gave them a squeeze.

Corey squeezed each testicle separately and then together. He spent several minutes at it, varying both the pressure and rhythm when he noticed the bulge in Rob's shorts. Corey grinned and went back to squeezing Rob's big juicy nuts for a while longer. It didn't take much until he noticed Rob's breathing had become shorter and quicker. Corey knew from his experiences with Dylan what that meant and he began kneading Rob's large eggs even harder.

Rob's cock grew to it's full height and strained against the lining of his Bermuda shorts, ready to blow. It was hard to tell if Rob knew what was happening to him, but the rest of him seemed to. His whole body seemed to tense in preparation for the release that was about to come. Then Corey felt Rob's big balls tighten in his hand and get pulled in toward his body.

Rob's balls were boiling with cum and his breathing had reached a fever pitch until suddenly, he let out a muted groan and his shorts became flooded with semen. His cock trembled as gobs and gobs of his sticky man milk spilled out.

Corey held on firmly until the entire contents of Rob's testicles were squeezed out. Once it was finally over, he shoved Rob's empty jewels back into his shorts and grinned. Whenever Rob woke up, he was going to be in for a sticky surprise.

Corey took a step back from Rob's unconscious body and wiped his hands on his shirt. Rob's eyes were still closed, but he looked rather content, as if enjoying a pleasant dream.

Corey sat back down on the couch and waited for his brother to return. The minutes ticked by slowly and he became restless once again. Dylan had told him to stay put until he returned, but Rob wasn't going anywhere.

Corey thought the matter over carefully. Perhaps he should go check on Dylan and give him a hand upstairs?

After having just busted and milked a full grown man, the idea of doing the same to Dylan gave Corey a boner.

It didn't take him long to make his decision.

Corey debated the matter for a few moments before he was sauntering up the stairs toward his brother's room, whistling all the way.

Part 4

A Very Special Birthday Package for Corey

More than two months had passed since the incident with Rob.  Dylan had called their mother that night, and after he told her what Rob had done, she flew back home the next day and threw him out of the house.  Neither Dylan or Corey were sad to see him go, and in no time things were back to normal, as they should be.  If anything, their altercation with Rob had really seemed to bring the two together, and Dylan and Corey were spending practically all their time together.

It was the end of summer, and the beginning of fall.  The days were still long, but the nights had begin to get cool.  With the return to school looming over them, every sun-soaked day was spent out doors, swimming, biking, playing baseball - and with Corey's birthday just around the corner, excitement was in the air.  Not only was Corey turning 14, but he would be moving to a new school that shared the same campus as the high school, which meant he would be going to school with Dylan all year long.

Corey's birthdays were always made in to a big affair.  Their mother alway did her best to go all out for her baby boy's big day.  Some years the end of summer celebration were so grand, they had more the feel of a block party than a child's birthday.  For Corey, it was the best time of year, what with the cake, the friends, and the presents.

Dylan's presents were always the best.  After all, no one knew Corey as well as he did and always managed to come up with the most unexpected gifts.  One year when Corey had been young, it was a rusty old wagon that he'd found and painted red all by himself, and for years he used it to pull Corey all around the neighborhood.  Another year, he built Corey his own skate-board and painted it by hand.  Both had been amazing successes with Corey, so much so that he ended up ignoring the rest of his expensive, store-bought gifts those years.

But this year, Dylan was stumped.

Dylan had started out a few weeks earlier, trying to feel Corey out for ideas, but when that failed he ended up just coming out and asked his brother point blank.  Corey's response was less then helpful - he simply smiled and shrugged his shoulders. For weeks his answer remained the same, despite being peppered with questions - but Dylan got no closer to settling on a gift - and with Corey's birthday only a few days away, he was running out of time.

"Corey?"  Dylan walked into his younger brother's bedroom to find Corey laying on the bed, leafing through the pages of his knew Spiderman comic book.  "You have a minute?"

"Sure."  Corey said, flopping the book down on the floor.  "What's up."

"I just talked to mom, and she said that you're party is going to have to be pushed back to Saturday afternoon.  She's got something going on at work on Friday."

"Again?"  Corey blew a puff of air out of his cheeks and scowled.  This was the second time the party had been moved because of their mother's work schedule.

Dylan sighed. "I know buddy, but she can't help it."

"I know."  Corey whined, making Dylan wonder if he actually did.

"It'll still be just as fun, you just have to wait a few more days."  Dylan smiled.

"Yeah, I guess."  Corey mumbled, staring down at the Star Wars logo on his bedspread.

Dylan sighed, at a bit of a loss.  Then, he tried changing the subject.  "Have you given any more thought about what you want for your birthday?  I still have to get you a present."

"No, I don't want anything."  Corey replied gloomily.

"Come on, don't pout!"  Dylan jumped on the bed next to his brother and wiggled his toes in Corey's face, "you look like a baby when you pout like that!"

"Do not!"  Corey laughed.

Dylan grabbed one of his feet and tickled it, causing Corey to screech.  "No, let go!"

Dylan laughed but held firm to his brother's foot as the rest of his limbs flailed and he laughed uncontrollably.

"Dylan, no . . . stop . . . "  Corey squeaked out between laughing fits.

"What's wrong, are you sad that you aren't pouting any more?"  Dylan teased as he continued to tickle Corey's foot incessantly.

Corey grunted, and gripped the edges of his bed as his body was wracked by more laughter.  Dylan was laughing too, so hard in fact, he failed to notice Corey's foot raise high in the air, where it hovered a second or two, before it came crashing back down into Dylan's crotch.  Dylan's laughter died in his throat as his little brother's heel jammed itself into his junk, crunching both of his juicy nuggets.

Dylan let go of Corey's foot and doubled over, coughing.

"Alright, you win.  No more tickling."  He said finally, desperately trying to rub the soreness out of his balls.

Corey watched as his brother sat up on edge of his bed, with his hands till buried between his legs.  "Sorry," he said sheepishly.

Dylan coughed.  "That's ok.  We were play fighting, so I guess I sort of deserved it."

Corey was glad Dylan wasn't angry and continued to watch in silence as Dylan reached inside his jeans and fondled his nuts gently.  It made him think about the first time he'd ever busted his big bro's balls and how amazing it had felt to have the older boy's livelihood resting just within his grasp.  Seeing his brother bent over and cradling his precious jewels gave him a rush like nothing he'd felt before.

"Dylan?"  Corey's voice was shaky.  "I think I know what I want for my birthday now."

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Dylan awoke to the sound of sheets rustling as someone climbed into his bed next to him.

"Corey?  Is that you?"  Dylan blinked and wiped the sleep from his eyes.  When he opened his eyes again, he saw his younger brother beaming back at him like a child on Christmas morning.  "What are you doing?"

"It's my birthday!" Corey's grin stretched from ear to ear.

"I know it's your birthday, but I meant what are you doing in my bed at 6 o'clock in the morning?  Go back to sleep!"  Dylan groaned.

"I can't, I'm too excited!"  Corey chattered happily.

"Corey, come on, go back to bed." His brother's tone was firm, yet gentle.

"Dylan, please.  You promised!"

Dylan let out a long, agitated sigh.  His eyes were still adjusting to the light as he turned to the window where the first rays of sun were already skimming across the room.

"Alright," he said finally, "but please, go easy on me today, ok?  I don't want this to get out of hand, and I don't want mom finding out, ok?"

"Yes, of course, I promise!"   Corey nodded enthusiastically, but he was already pulling the blankets off of him, exposing Dylan's smooth chest and stomach.  Underneath the sheets, Dylan wore only a loose pair of green flannel boxers that bulged invitingly where his manhood rested.

Corey licked his lips and grinned.  This was going to be the best birthday ever.

Corey heard his brother inhale sharply as he grabbed the two lumps inside Dylan's underwear and massaged them between his fingers before giving them a good squeeze.

Dylan grunted and his legs squirmed a bit as he watched his little brother work his gonads over, but he did nothing to stop Corey as the pressure and magnitude increased.

Rub, squish, rub squash.

Corey kneaded the fat bulge inside Dylan's underwear, pausing only occasionally to rub the long growing shaft that poked out just below his waistband.

"Looks like you're sporting some morning wood here, bro."  Corey commented as he pinched the tip of Dylan's dick between his thumb and forefinger.

"Whoa, take it easy Corey,"  Dylan grimaced and his hips twitched as Corey rubbed his fingers along the thickening shaft.  "THAT wasn't part of our deal, now was it?"

Corey smiled and turned his attention back to his big brother's balls, which he proceeded to squeeze, mangle and prod between his strong little hands.  Now and then, Dylan would gasp when Corey surprised him with a particularly hard squeeze, but for the most part, he just laid there and accepted the rough ball treatment without protest.

Corey couldn't believe lucky he was to have a brother as great as Dylan.  He loved him dearly, bordering almost on worship - there was nothing he wanted more then to grow up just like him - but the sight of his big, strong, handsome brother withering with each little twist and pull to his nuts awoke something in him that Corey couldn't easily describe.  ALl he knew for certain was that he wanted more - a lot, more.

Dylan moaned as his little brother continued to roughly fondle his nuts through his underwear.  After ten minutes of constant ball play, his testicles felt achy and yet, his cock had ballooned nearly to it's full length, poking out against the side of his shorts.

"Corey, I think it's time to give it a rest."  Dylan said gently.

Corey didn't flinch, and if anything, kneaded his brother's nutsac even harder.

He tried again.  "Come on, please Corey.  My nuts are really starting to hurt."  Dylan whispered.

Corey looked up at his brother with a huge grin on his young face.  "Yeah?  Tell me how they feel."

Dylan did a double take and stared back at his brother in shock.

"Please," Corey whined, "tell me.  Do they hurt a lot?"

Dylan sighed, still looking confused.  "No, not exactly.  They definitely are sore though, and maybe even a little swollen."

Corey's grin widened and smacked his brother square in the balls.

"Agh."  Dylan flinched.

"Anything else?"  Corey pressed the wondrous orbs back through his fingers.

Dylan shook his head.  "My stomach . . . hurts . . . a little too," he groaned.  "The muscles in my abdomen are all achy.  Now please, quit squeezing my nuts so hard!."

Corey nodded and rubbed Dylan's meaty orbs and gave them another slap.

Dylan grunted and his legs twitched.  "Seriously, stop!  I need a break!"  His brother's tone had an edge of desperation to it.

"Just another minute,"  Corey said, tracing his thumb along the outline of Dylan's cock before he resumed fondling his big nuts.

A shiver went down Dylan's spine as he watched a ring of wetness spread out around the tip of his cock.

Corey saw the sticky spot on his brother's boxers grow and chuckled as he rapped his fingers into the older boy's gonads.  Softly at first, but quickly increasing with intensity.

The endless barrage soon took it's toll on Dylan, and his legs spasmed as the constant taps developed into full-on, hard slaps.

SMACK. WHAM. CRACK.

Dylan groaned as his poor nuts suffered under the constant pounding.  The muscles in his stomach tightened around his washboard abs, and his knees jutted up reflexively.

Corey grabbed his brother's nutsac and gave his danglers one final twist.

Dylan's mouth opened wide and he let out a long, agonized wail as the cum began to boil inside his balls, ready to burst out at any second.  Then, to his great surprise and relief, Corey let go of his jewels.

Dylan moaned again, and grabbed his crotch.

For all of his brother's pain and discomfort, Corey was beaming.   "Thanks Dylan, that was great!  Let's go eat breakfast.  All this excitement has got me starving!"  Corey jumped off the bed and with a hop and a skip, was out the door and bounding down the stairs.

Dylan remained where he was, curled up into a ball and massaging his swollen manhood.  With his balls aching and his stomach tied up in knots, the thought of eating food only made him want to wretch even more.

Slowly, he managed to crawl out of the bed and pulled on a t-shirt  and a pair of mesh basketball shorts before heading down stairs.  Going was slow, and each little bump only seemed to aggravate the swelling inside his shorts, but eventually he made it to the kitchen.  He sat next to Corey at the kitchen table, who was already enjoying his second bowl of cereal and chatting away to their mom about his impending birthday party.  Dylan managed a weak smile and "Good morning," before he poured himself a bowl of Cheerios and listened while the Corey went on and on about his birthday cake.

The topic then eventually shifted and when their mom inquired to the boys plans for the day, Corey piped up before Dylan could respond.

"Dylan and I are going to hang out together, I think."  Corey said with a mouth full of cereal.

"That'll be nice.  Do you have anything in particular planned?"  Their mom asked.

Again, Corey answered before his brother got the chance.  "I don't know.  We'll probably take a swim out back, or maybe we'll get throw the ball around.  That reminds me, you haven't seen my baseball, have you mom?"

"No dear, I can't say that I have."  His mother said, stealing a glance at her watch to check the time.

"That's ok, I'll just borrow Dylan's balls, he won't mind!"  Cory smirked with a devilish smile.

Dylan's eyes suddenly widened while under the table, Corey reached between his legs and gave Dylan's nuts a firm squeeze.  The nylon mesh shorts he was wearing offered little protection and gave way, allowing Corey to get a nice solid grip on his ball bag.

Their mother watched, perplexed, as her eldest son squirmed in his chair and suffered from what appeared to be a strong coughing fit - totally unaware of the vicious choke-hold Corey had on his brother's juicy plums.

"Dylan, are you alright?"  She asked looking concerned.

Dylan's face was red, but he nodded his head and beat his chest until the coughing subsided.  "I'm fine," he said horsely as he shot a dirty look toward his brother.  "Something just went down the wrong pipe."

That seemed to satisfy their mother, who turned to place her coffee mug in the sink.

"Alright, but be careful, it's breakfast, not a marathon.  Now I've got to go so I'm not late, but I'll be home by 6:00 pm."  She said, giving them both a kiss on the forehead and headed out.

Behind her back, her two boys exchanged angry glances back and forth and hushed whispers, but the matter was quickly concluded with punch aimed directly into Dylan's groin.

"Unghhhh."  Dylan groaned groaned and leaned into the table and cupped his balls.

"What's going on in there?"  Their mom called out from the front hallway.

"Nothing!"  Corey replied quickly.  "Dylan's just choking on his cereal again."

Corey grinned at his brother, and slapped him hard on the back.

Dylan didn't bother looking up.  He was slumped over with his head on the table, holding his junk.

"Alright, you two have fun!"  She called back.  A moment later, the door closed behind her and the house was silent.

When she was gone, Dylan let out a moan and rocked gently in his seat.  "Corey, that wasn't cool."  He muttered, looking absolutely miserable.

Corey frowned.  "Why?"

"You know very well why!"  Dylan whispered.  His voice was strained and his throat sounded dry.  "What if mom saw what you were doing?"

Corey smiled and put his arm around his sullen looking older brother.  "It's alright, she didn't."

Dylan rolled his eyes and gently rubbed his tender testicles.  "Yeah, whatever - fine.  But that punch was the last one for a while.  My nuts are sore as hell right now and they need a break."

Corey grinned as he imagined what little extra effort it would take to put his brother out of action right at that moment.  He could do it, if he wanted to.  By the way things looked with Dylan, it wouldn't take much at all.

"Ok bro, I'll be a good sport.  I'll let your boys rest up for an hour or so, and then we'll get back to it."  Corey said giving him a pat on the back.

Dylan grunted his appreciation stayed seated at the table while Corey cleared off their plates and headed into living room to watch some TV.  Once his little brother had left, Dylan quietly peered into his shorts and checked for damage.  Both of his testicles looked good, considering how much pain they were in, only slightly more red and swollen then they were normally.

Dylan sat there a long time with his hand down his shorts, fondling his nuts until they started to feel better.  He could hear the sound of the television and Corey laughing in the next room and decided he should go take a shower.  Slowly he eased himself off the hard wooden chair and popped his head into the living room where his brother was sitting on the floor in front of the couch.

"Hey, I'm going to run upstairs and take a shower."  Dylan called out.

"Ok," Corey smiled at his brother.

Dylan turned to leave, but Corey shouted back.  "Oh, wait, come watch this first."

Dylan shrugged and sat down on the corner of the couch while Corey turned up the volume.  He immediately recognized the scene they were watching belonged to the 1993 remake of Beverly Hillbillies.  For some reason, it had always been a favorite of Corey's since he was a little boy.

"Here comes my favorite part!"  Corey grinned, as he climbed up onto the couch, next to his brother.

Dylan rolled his eyes, already seeing where things were headed.

On the screen, Elly May Clampett had begun her final confrontation with the Dereck, the high school bully.  In the course of kicking his ass, she was introducing him to several 'illegal' moves, including the Clampett clamp, and the possum pretzel.  Then the moment came where she lifted the hunk's legs and spread them apart before stomping her foot down into his crotch and delivered the classic, 'hickory-nut crunch.'

Corey joined the cheers of the crowd on the screen and laughed at the comically-high pitched voice that squeaked out of Derek's mouth only moments later.

Dylan couldn't help but cringe at the sight, considering his own recent testicular trauma.

"How come guy's voices change like that when they get hit in the nards?"  Corey asked abruptly.

Dylan shook his head. "I don't know, it just happens."

Corey nodded. "Yeah, but not always. I mean, your voice doesn't do that."

Dylan swallowed the excess saliva that was collecting in his mouth and shrugged.

"I wonder why that is."  Corey continued, scratching his chin.  "Maybe it only works if the guy gets hit hard enough . . ."

Dylan's heart jumped and his balls automatically began to contract in their sac.

"Corey, that's just in the movies.    They dub the voice-over just like they do with the laughter tract."

His little brother kept scratching his chin as if he were lost in thought.  "I don't know, it seemed pretty real to me.  Maybe we should try it out."

Dylan did a double take.  "What, you mean - on me?  No Corey, I don't think so.  That guy on the movie was wearing a cup-"

"And a wrestling singlet."  Corey interjected. "You don't have one of those, do you?"

"No, I don't.  And you've got another thing coming if you think I'm going to let you-"

The beginning of Dylan's rant was preempted with a hard backhand to the nuts.  Dylan's eyes widened and he cringed, folding over like a wet blanket.

"Come on Dylan, you promised I'd have full access to bust your balls for the day of my birthday.  You're not going back on your word now, are you?" Corey said, crossing his arms and watched his brother struggle with the ache that was radiating out from his groin.

"No."  Dylan whispered.  He was still sucking in air through his teeth.

Corey smiled.  "I'm so glad to hear that.  You're the best!"

Dylan whimpered as Corey pulled him off the couch and laid him out in the middle of the living room floor.  His heart was thumping so hard, he thought it might burst from his chest.

Corey ran out of the room, returning a moment later with a pair of sneakers and a big grin on his face.

"What are those for?"  Dylan groaned, already knowing the answer.

Corey shrugged.  "I'm putting them on."

"No Corey, don't."  Dylan pleaded.  He looked like he was holding on to his nuts for dear life.  "I can barely handle your kicks when you're barefoot."

Corey glanced at the sneakers and shrugged, tossing them aside.  "Alright, we can do this without'em if you prefer."

Dylan breathed a slight sigh of relief.  Winning the concession had been a step in the right direction, but he was still about to have his testicles stomped by his little brother.

When Corey was ready, he picked up his  brother's ankles and yanked them wide apart, exposing his soft, vulnerable groin.  "Alright, this is hickory-nut crunch, a la Corey."

Dylan's eyes widened as they fixed on Corey's raised foot.  Then, when the moment came, he felt his heart leap into his throat as it dropped between his legs and landed on top of his groin.

"Unnnngh."  Dylan groaned.

"That didn't feel right, did I get them?"  Corey asked, still grinning.

Dylan shook his head.  "Nope, that was my penis."  He whispered in a raspy voice.  "Still hurts though . . ."

Corey grunted and tried again.  "How about now."

"Unfortunately, no."  Dylan gasped after getting his dick hammered twice in a row.

Corey sighed and stuck his big toe into his big brother's crotch until he felt the two squishy balls press against his foot.  "Alright, I found them!"  He said excitedly.

"Yippee."  Dylan replied sarcastically and he let out another groan.

Corey brushed his comment aside and grinned.  Then, to make sure he found his target, he spread Dylan's legs wider apart before slamming his foot down into his brother's bulge. This time Corey knew he'd found his targets when he felt two soft lumps cushion the impact of his heel.

Dylan's entire body bucked and his head shot up while his throat emitted a powerfully long-winded yodel.

"Got'em!"  Corey cheered.

He changed the angle of his foot and ground his heel deeper into his brother's sorry baby-makers.  They were so soft!  And unlike the movie, they sounded nothing like cracking walnut shells, and more like a pair of grapes being crushed inside a velvety pouch.

Dylan shrieked and his body was wracked by a second, more powerful tremor than the first.

"There it is!  That's the sound!"  Corey dropped his brother's legs and they fell to the floor like a pair of downed pine trees.

Dylan rolled to his side and moaned like a dying animal.

Corey stuck around for a while to make sure Dylan was alright.  Then, when it became clear that he was going to be staying put for a while, he ran upstairs to change into his bathing suit.  When he came back down, he found Dylan sitting upright on the floor and bracing himself against the couch.

"You ok?" Corey asked as he sat down next to his brother.

Dylan groaned.

"Yeah, I think.  You really did a number on my boys though."

"Yeah, sorry about that."  Corey grinned.  "Look at the bright side - now we know that your voice really does go up after a you get it in the nuts."

Dylan rolled his eyes and groaned again.  "Great.  Tell that to my doctors in ten years when they tell me I can't have children."

Corey laughed.

"Come on, let's go for a swim.  The water'll help sooth things down below."  He said, helping to pull his big brother up to his feet.

===

The yard out back was bathed in sunlight and birds chirped happily as they darted overhead.

Corey ran from the screen door and took a running leap into the pool, causing a large splash that dowsed the chairs and table on the opposite side.  Dylan sighed and limped toward the pools edge.  Then he pulled off his basketball shorts, leaving only his boxers, and slowly descended into the cool water.

As it turned out, Corey had been right.  The colder water temperature did help to ease the soreness in his testicles, and before long, the two boys were roughhousing in the pool, splashing back and forth and chasing one another around.

"Hey, wait, Corey stop."  Dylan called from hallway down the pool.  "You want to play Marco Polo?"

Corey nodded his head enthusiastically.  "Good idea, you're it!"

Dylan huffed.  "Ok, fine," he said.  He closed his eyes and began to count slowly.  "One, two, three . . ."

On the opposite side of the pool, Corey crept slowly along the wall and waited quietly.

". . . eighteen, nineteen, twenty!  Ready or not, here I come!"  Dylan called out.  "Marco!"

"Polo!"  Corey whispered and started to make his way back along the wall.

Dylan's head turned in his direction and he started to move forward.

"Marco?"

There was a brief delay.

"Polo."  Corey replied, several feet away from where he started.

Dylan changed direction and edged closer.

"Marco."

"Polo."  Corey replied as he backed into the corner of the pool.

Dylan could hear the waves rippling against the far edge.

"Marco?"

Nothing but silence.

"Come on Corey, Marco!"  Dylan called out impatiently.

There was a splash from somewhere off to his right and Dylan leap toward it - but only found the edge of the pool.

"Damn it, Marco!"  Dylan cried.

Just then he felt a current of water brush past his feet and suddenly realized that Corey was submerged, just below.

Dylan turned and pounced on his brother, dragging him up out of the water, kicking like a caught fish.

"Got you!"  Dylan said, opening his eyes and smiling.

"No you didn't."  Corey pouted childishly.  "I want a re-do!"

Dylan was still smiling and shaking his head.  "You never can take a loss well, can you."

"Yes I can!  But I'm not it!  I got a cramp and I couldn't move!"  Corey strained against his brother's grip as he laughed at him.

"Oh, give it up.  You're it, fair and square."  Dylan chuckled as he loosened his bear hug on his little brother, finally giving Corey the chance to slip his hand up between Dylan's legs.

The laughter died in Dylan's throat as the all-to-familiar achy feeling crept back into his gonads. "Corey, that's not fair."

His little brother smiled, wickedly.  "Sure it is.  This is a new game, called Treasure Hunt.  First one to get their hands on the family jewels wins, and I just snagged yours!"

Dylan grimaced as his balls were slowly squished inside his brother's hands.  

"Not cool bro,"  Dylan coughed as Corey pumped his fist.  "But if that's the way you want to play . . ."

Dylan's hands shot into the water and he groped Corey's swim trunks until he found what he was looking for and squeezed.

Corey gasped at the sudden intrusion and pressure on his manhood.  He was shocked, more than anything else.  For all the times he'd busted his brother's balls, Dylan had never tried to get him back.  Corey was beginning to wonder if he ever would - and now, he had his answer.

The two brothers exchanged grim looks at one another.  To a passerby, it might have looked like a serene battle of wills, but just below the surface of the water, each boy had the other's gonads trapped in a vicious nut-claw.

It became pretty clear early on that the scales were tipped in Corey's favor.  Dylan's nuts were big and swollen from all the hits they'd suffered earlier in the day, and the fact that he wore his boxers in the pool made it easy for Corey to get a tight lock on them.  Dylan, on the other hand, was finding it difficult to get a decent hold of Corey's nuts through his swimsuit, and when he did, the smaller-sized nuggets had a way of slipping out of his fingers.

The contest raged on for several minutes with both boys panted and strained with the exertion, until Corey was finally able to extract Dylan's fingers off his gonads, while managing to keep a tight grip on his brother's.  Once free of risking any reprisals to his own testicles, Corey went to town on Dylan's poor nuts - tugging and twisting, yanking and pulling - choking off the very source of his masculinity.

Dylan let out a sad, sickly moan as he staggered back against the edge of the pool.  His eyes welled up and his face looked ashen.

"Awww, my balls, my balls . . ."  Dylan threw his head back and moaned.  He tried clawing at Corey's arms, but his little brother's grasp was solid.

Corey grinned as he gave Dylan's testicles another sharp twist.

"Oh . . . crap."  Dylan blinked hard as a fresh surge of nausea washed over him.  "My nuts . . . you've got to . . . stop.  I can't take any more, you're killing them!"

Dylan's  voice was stricken and his eyes welled up as they stared deep into Corey's.

"Please . . ."

Corey let up and stared dumbfounded at his brother.  He'd never heard Dylan beg for anything before in his life - and that's when it hit him, that he'd taken things too far.

Corey immediately began apologizing profusely as he helped pull Dylan's weakened body out of the pool.  With Corey's aid, he made his way to a deck chair and curled up into it.  For hours Corey sat there, by his side, watching over his brother.  He'd been so wrapped up in his own desires, that he'd lost track of the fact that he was hurting the person that he loved the most.

Dylan spent the rest of the afternoon, on his side, coddling his bruised manhood.  He was aware that Corey was near, somewhere close by, and that he was sorry, but there was nothing he could do for him.  He just needed time to rest - that, and a mountain of Aspirin to get passed the migraine that was brewing in his head.

By the time 6:00 pm came around, he was up and walking around, and aside from a slight limp, as good as new.  Their mom came home shortly after, and together the they ordered pizza and devoured a small ice cream cake that had been saved in the freezer especially for the occasion.

Now and then Corey stole a few glances at his brother and wondered what was going on his head.  Aside from being a bit more quiet then usual, he was acting as if nothing at all had happened between the two them - and when their mother asked about their day, Dylan didn't mention a peep about his 'birthday present' to Corey.  As the evening wore on, the three of them sat down and watched the Daily Show with Jon Stewart together, before the boys were sent off to bed.

All in all, it had been a pretty sweet birthday for Corey.

Corey changed into his pajamas and headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth.  On the way back, he stopped at Dylan's room and knocked at the door.

"Come in."  He heard his brother's reply and slipped quietly inside, closing the door behind him.

"Hey."  Dylan said quietly.

"Hey," Corey repeated, casting his gaze down at the floor.  "I wanted to make sure everything was still cool between us."

Dylan sighed and closed his laptop.  "Yeah, everything's cool."

A faint smile returned to Corey's face.

"Thanks for not telling mom about . . . well, you know, everything."

Dylan slowly nodded.  "It's ok - after all, a promise is a promise."

Corey's smile broadened further.  "Good, I'm glad you're not mad at me."  He said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to his brother.  "How do things feel, you know, down there."

"What do you think?" Dylan stretched his arms and let out a long yawn.  "My nuts feel like they've just been trampled by a herd of stampeding buffalo."

Corey sucked air in through his teeth and grimaced sympathetically.  "Sorry."

"It's fine, don't worry about it."  Dylan shook his hand dismissively.

"No, really.  I made a promise too - not to take things to far, and I nearly did."  Corey felt a tickling in the back of his throat.  "I'm just . . . sorry."

For a moment Dylan didn't say anything.  Then his face broke into a grin.  "It's ok, just remember to go easy on me from now on, and we'll be fine."

"I will, I promise."  Corey nodded.  He wondered what his brother meant by, 'from now on.'

Dylan glanced at his alarm clock and sighed.  "Well, it looks like you've got 10 more minutes before your birthday is over. I know I'm going to regret this but, you wanna take one last crack at my nuts before we call it a night?"

Corey stared wide-eyed at his brother, his idol, his hero.  He swallowed the saliva that seemed to be sticking against the back of his throat and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"No, that's alright.  I think I did enough damage."  Corey said earnestly.

"Phew, I'm glad you said that."  Dylan said and gently massaged his groin.  "You won't get any complaints from me!  You sure gave my boys a workout today."

"I know."  Corey nodded.  He still was feeling terrible.  "You think I might be able to take a quick peak - you know, to make sure they're ok?  I'd really hate to find out I did anything . . . permanent."

"Believe me Corey, your concern is touching, but I swear my nuts are fine."

"Yes, well, if it's all the same-"

Dylan rolled his eyes and pulled his shorts down just past his junk.

Corey's eyes widened.

His brother's manhood looked like it had been placed in a vacuum pump.  His balls were pink, big, and swollen, dragging down the base of his scrotum, and even his penis looked inflated.

Without asking for permission, Corey reached out and cupped the two fat orbs in his brother's sac and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Easy there bro, they're REALLY sensitive."  Dylan whispered.  His the muscles in his body rippled and tensed, like a loaded spring ready to burst.

"Just try to relax.  I'm not going to hurt them, I just want to check them out for a minute, ok?"  Corey said, rolling the plump egg-shaped spheres inside Dylan's scrotum.  His sac was warm and soft as velvet and the orbs within felt impossibly malleable within the wrinkly folds of skin.

"I promise," he added.

Dylan nodded his head, and propped the pillows up behind his head as he watched his little brother explore his manhood.

"I can't believe how big your stuff is, bro.  I'm so jealous."  Corey said, pointing his brother's dick up into the air.

Dylan's face tightened, but covered it with a quick smile.  "Don't worry Corey, you're still growing, you'll get there."

Corey shot him a big smile.

"Looks like you're still growing too."  He replied, giving Dylan's big meat-stick a few short jerks.

A burst of pleasure hit Dylan's brain and he sucked in air slowly.  "Woah," Dylan moaned.  His pace quickened and already he could feel the blood flowing in into his meaty member.  "What are you doing?"

Corey smirked, and slid his hand up and down Dylan's ever-growing love-pole.  "The fun's not over just yet."

Dylan shook his head.  He couldn't believe how great Corey's tough little fingers felt wrapped around his big, thick dick.  "Corey no, I'm serious . . ."

Corey winked and grabbed the neck of his scrotum, starting from just below the base of his cock, and worked his fingers down until both of Dylan's meaty nuts were stretched down to the bottom of his soft, pink scrotum.

"Corey . . ."

A fresh spasm passed through Dylan's cock, causing the older boy to jump.

" . . . no . . ."

With his free hand, Corey grabbed the crown of Dylan's penis and rubbed his thumb into the stream of precum that was leaking out from the tip.

"Oh, shit . . . Corey, if you keep doing that, I'm gonna cum."  Dylan whispered.  His voice was haggard, and urgent.

"That's the idea."  Corey grinned as he worked his brother's manhood from both ends.

"What?  No, I . . ."  Dylan's mouth was so dry, he found it impossible to swallow as he watched his little brother jerk his long, glistening shaft.

"Looks like I saved the best for last.  I've been waiting all day to drain these balls.  I know you want it too, I can tell.  You were so close this morning - but I wanted your balls nice and full when I busted them."  Corey whispered.

Dylan couldn't believe his ears, but there was no time for words.  The soft, steady strokes that had been building up over the course of the last few minutes finally broke through his ability to resist and he knew he was about to cum.  Hard.

"Oh shit . . . oh, shit."  Dylan repeated, and his hips began to buck as he felt the orgasm begin to surge forth from his loins.  All else seemed to blur into the background, and Dylan watched, mesmerized, as hot, gooey white lava burst out of his cock in long, thick jets.

Corey felt his brother's dick pulsate in his hand as the meaty sausage began dumping huge squirts of semen up into the air.  With each contraction, more and more cum was spilled all over the bed and the boys, coating everything it touched with a slick, shinny sheen.

Dylan let out a louder moan as Corey twisted his nutsac like a wet paper towel, forcing even more of his sticky love juice to flow from the tip of his dick.  When it was over, Dylan lied back and cupped his sore, empty nuts, and moaned.  His balls still ached incredibly, but it was the good kind of ache - one that came after a long, lusty, passionate fuck.

"Thanks Dylan, you're the best."  Corey's smile was beaming.

Dylan just laid there in his own mess, looking dazed and confused.

"I can't wait until my next birthday!"  Corey chuckled, and suddenly slapped his brother's big, loose, dangling balls with a loud 'CRACK.'

Dylan's body bucked and folded on itself, and he groaned miserably.

"Good night, big bro."  Corey smiled mischievously, stealing one last glance at his brother before leaving and shutting the door behind him.

Part 5

Turning the Tables on Corey

Jake watched his reflection in the bathroom mirror staring back at him as he brushed his teeth.  Steam from the shower had already fogged around the edges, and slowly were making there way inward, closing around his reflection.   He was a good looking kid, a tall, lean 14 year-old teenager with a somewhat muscular physique for his age.  His olive skin was matched by his jet black hair, which jutted out over his forehead to a point.

Jake paused and glanced through the opening of the shower curtain and watched as Corey lathered up his bar of soap and began to scrub his chest and arms.  Sleepovers were a common enough thing between them, even on school nights, but on this night, Jake was resolved to get revenge on his friend.

A couple weeks earlier, Jake’s older brother Alex had been home visiting from college. Jake and Alex’s relationship had always been wrought with some degree of tension, and so at Corey’s suggestion, the two teens conspired to knock Alex down a few pegs.  The initial phase of their plan went off without a hitch, and they counteracted Alex’s larger size and strength by using teamwork and focusing on immobilizing him with a series of well-aimed crotch-shots.  Then, once he was down, Corey went in for the kill and worked poor Alex’s gonads over hard, and forced a big load of cream out of the college stud.

Then, before Jake even got to take his turn, his younger sister Laura stuck her nose in and derailed the whole thing.  A fight broke out between Jake and Laura, and out of no where, she floored him with a mean little sucker-punch that drilled him square in the nuts.

If that hadn’t been enough he was betrayed when, at Corey’s urging, Laura was coached in to stripping him, and proceeded to squeeze and twist on his balls so hard she actually busted a load out of him too!

After that day, neither of them spoke about what had happened, or the role Corey had taken in helping Laura to bust his balls.  Jake simply waited, biding his time until he could return the favor…

…and the time had come tonight.

Jake finished at the sink and left the bathroom so Corey could dry off after the shower in privacy.  On the way back to Corey’s room, he bumped in to his friend’s older brother, Dylan.

“Sup, bro?”  Jake grinned.

Dylan shrugged, “Same old, same old.”

Dylan was tall, and lean, and handsome, towering over Jake by a good six inches.  He was a nice guy all around, and even though he was older, the 18 year old treated Corey like he was his best friend.  Jake had often wished his relationship was half as good with his brother Alex, or even Laura for that matter, but then that had never been the case.

“Hey, I heard you got hurt earlier, I hope you’re feeling better.”  Jake said seriously.

Dylan looked perplexed.  “What do you mean?  I’m not hurt.”

Jake shrugged, “Oh, my mistake…”

Then suddenly, his arm whipped out like a cobra and the back of his hand smacked flush against the fat bulge in Dylan’s shorts.

Dylan’s eyes crossed and his knees knocked together as he cringed in pain and shock.

“Shit, man…” he grunted, cupping his injured jewels.

“Sorry- I must have screwed up on the timing.  Now I hope you feel better!” Jake smiled, patting Dylan on the head as he passed.  Dylan only grunted in response as he stood fixed in the hallway, gripping his aching manhood.

Jake walked back to Corey’s room and a few minutes later Corey returned, his hair still damp from the shower, and the two boys climbed in to his bed together.  It was warm, so they chose to sleep in only their underwear.  They stayed up for a few minutes, watching a couple of youtube videos on Jake’s iPad before turning in.  It had been a long day for both of them, but despite how tired he was feeling, Jake remained awake and waited for his friend to fall asleep.

Jake dozed on and off as he waited.  Finally, after about 40 minutes, he heard the steady rhythm of Corey’s breathing, telling him his friend was asleep.  Jake listened for a few more minutes, just to make sure.

Carefully, be began to creep closer toward his friend’s sleeping form until he was just beside him, peeling back the sheets and blankets one layer at a time like the veil on a bride's wedding day.  When he was done, Corey was stripped bare, lying on his back with only a flimsy pair of checkered boxers separating Jake from his intended targets.

Jake started at his friend’s boxer-draped bulge and felt his heart skip a beat.  He breathed in slowly, savoring the excitement and anticipation of the moment.

Then he went for it.

Jake slid his hands up Corey’s thighs, plunging them up in to his boxer shorts and seized his sleeping friend’s manhood.  He’d actually expected Corey to wake up immediately at the sudden invasion and he was ready, but Corey continued snoring silently as Jake rummaged around inside his underwear.

Jake felt the warmth of Corey's sac rub up against his skin as he explored his friend, cupping the plump orbs in the palm of his hand while tracing his fingers down Corey's semi-hard shaft.  The teenage cock stirred almost immediately at the sudden stimulation and pulsed gently against Jake’s wrist.

At this rate, milking a load out of his friend was going to be child’s play.

Corey began to stir in his sleep, suddenly aware of the intrusion into his underwear, his eyes snapped open mid snore and found his friend Jake staring back at him.

“Dude, what the hell?”

“Shush,”  Jake whispered as he tightened his grip on Corey’s nuts, “you’re not going anywhere.  This is payback for that little episode between you, me, and my sister a few weeks ago.  Now just lie back and take your punishment like a man.”

Jake emphasized his point by giving Corey’s balls a hard, long squeeze.

“The hell I am,” Corey grunted, but Jake had a dead-lock on him and was grinding down on his testicles without mercy.  A full minute didn’t even go by before all the fight was squeezed out of him, and Corey waved his hands in submission.

“Ok, ok.  Take it easy bro, fuck.”  Corey croaked.  He let out a sigh as he felt Jake’s grip slacken and he let his head fall back on to his pillow.  

Jake grinned and proceeded to rub the contents of his friend’s sac roughly between his fingers as Corey’s dick began to rise.

Corey let out an involuntary moan.  “Shit, I think I may have taught you too well,” he whispered.

Jake nodded.  “Maybe.  I guess you should think about that the next time you think about ganging up on me with my sister,” Jake said, as he began slapping his friend in the sac.  The two round orbs inside jiggled with each impact, absorbing blow after blow as Corey grunted in protest.

Despite the obvious pain he was experiencing, Corey’s prick continued to grow until it slipped free of his boxers and pointed straight up at the ceiling.

Jake could tell by the look on his friend’s face, it wouldn’t take long to make Corey pop.

“You know, these aren’t the first set of the Johnson’s family jewels I’ve gotten my hands on tonight.  I nutted your brother earlier tonight on the way back from the bathroom.  I hit him so hard, he couldn’t even speak.”

Corey’s eyes widened at the mention of his brother.  His breath became ragged as Jake locked his finger and thumb around the neck of his scrotum and yanked down on his balls.

Jake noticed Corey’s reaction.  “I think it’s only fair that I get to bust your brother, after what you did to mine.  In fact, after I’m done with you, I might go sneak in to Dylan’s room and bust a load out of him too.”

Corey shook his head vigorously, but the thought of his best friend busting his brother, who he dearly loved, and milking a load out of him turned Corey on so much, he couldn’t help himself.

The reverberations coursing through Corey’s cock swelled up in to a tempest, spasming uncontrollably as cum erupted from its head and spilled on to his chest.

Corey moaned as Jake dug his fingers down deep in to his balls, squeezing out more and more of the precious spunk.

When it was over, both boys were left panting and sweaty.

“Shit dude, that was pretty awesome.”  Jake grinned wickedly as he stared at the huge splotches of jizz on his friend’s chest.  “I wonder if I’ll be able to get your big bro Dylan to shoot so much.”

At the mention of his brother, Corey’s expression shifted.  “You’re not seriously going to try get him too!  You can’t!  His balls are mi… uhhh, I mean he’s my brother!”

Jake scoffed.  “Ha, oh yeah?  And just how do you think you’re going to stop me?  You’re hardly in any shape to fight me.  I mean just look at you, lying there in a puddle of your own spunk.  And don’t forget, I still own your ass, remember?”  Jake said with a great deal of bravado as he climbed up and straddled Corey’s chest, shoving his crotch in to his friend’s face as he reached back and grabbed Corey’s sore, empty nuts.

Corey groaned, feeling his nuts get crushed against Jake’s firm grip as he stared directly at his friend’s tightly bulging boxer briefs.  Jake was clearly getting off on this, his erection was throbbing so hard against his underwear, it looked like his dick was trying to burst out.

It was now or never.

Corey knew if he didn’t act fast, there’d be no stopping Jake.  Staring directly at the throbbing mass in his friend’s tightly packed cotton bulge, he lurched forward, smashing his forehead directly between Jake’s spread legs.

Jake let out a grunt as his dick and balls were bashed against his pelvis, looking rather stunned.  Seeing that he’d caught his friend off guard, Corey rammed his cranium home again and again, squashing Jake’s tender orbs repeatedly.

“Ouch!  Stop it, that really hurts!”  Jake cried, rearing back.

Corey pressed on, lunging forward once more, only this time with his mouth aid open.

Jake suddenly howled in pain as Corey’s mouth engulfed the cotton pouch containing his twin orbs and started clamping down with his teeth.  Unable to do anything to stop the onslaught, Jake could only whimper as Corey’s powerful jaw mashed Jake’s poor baby-makers against his incisors.

By the time Corey finally stopped, Jake was speechless and moaned pitifully as he fell over on his side, worn and beaten.

With Jake knocked out of commission, now it was Corey’s turn to have some fun.

He started by stripping off Jake’s undies only to discover a bright red pair of balls at the base of his erect cock.  Corey fondled the bruised orbs, noting the marks left behind by his teeth.

“Please don’t… I don’t think I can take anymore.”  Jake groaned, fearing the retribution that was sure to come.

Corey grinned back at his friend as he continued to gently rub and tug on Jake’s tender plums. Then, without warning, he bent forward and swallowed the top half of Jake’s penis, plunging his head up and down in long, steady motions.

Jake gasped in shock.  “What are you doing?  Stop that!”

Despite his protests, Corey felt Jake’s hips begin to thrust in to him as he got more and more in to it.

A couple minutes more went by before a moan escaped Jake’s open mouth.

“Shit dude, I really need to cum.  My balls are so sensitive right now!”  Jake whispered with a euphoric look on his face.

Corey’s mouth made a slurping noise as he pulled back and let Jake’s cock smack wetly against his abdomen.  Jake opened his eyes to find his friend grinning back at him.  “Why are you stopping?”

“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easy, did you?”  Corey smiled and quick as a wink, drove an uppercut right up in to Jake’s waiting ballsac.

===

In the room next-door , Corey’s older brother Dylan was leafing through 500-page SAT Prep book he’d picked up earlier that day.  He’d planned to just go through the introductory chapter before turning in, and he had his Godsmack playlist running on random just to produce some upbeat white noise.

Just then, Jake’s blood-curdling scream rang out, cutting through the din of heavy metal and pierced Dylan’s ears.  Dylan jumped at the sound, which somehow seemed familiar…

In the confusion of the moment, Dylan turned his head too quickly and managed to crack his skull hard against the thick, wooden corner post of his bed, causing him to grunt and lose his grip on the heavy prep book in his hands.

Dylan let out another longer, more pitiful moan as the book fell in to his lap, the spine of the nearly 10-pound book drove straight down, flattening his crotch and squashed his balls.

“Fuck me,”  Dylan whispered in pain.  He shoved the book off his bed and rolled over, his hands buried between his legs, the scream from Corey’s room already forgotten...

===

Jake whined like a dying animal and tried to grab his shattered balls, but not before Corey managed to grip him by the base of his cock and resumed sucking on the teenage boy’s meaty member.

Jake moaned, whether in pain or in pleasure, it was too hard to say.  Twice more Corey paused to punch Jake in the nuts again, crunching his bulbous ballsac and making Jake cringe in pain.  Then, once Jake was sufficiently worked up, Corey went in for the kill, mashing and grinding away at the tender balls within Jake’s scrotum until the poor boy was shrieking in agony all while sucking on the thick tip of Jake’s hard prick like there was no tomorrow.

When Jake was finally allowed to cum, the orgasm was explosive.  His body jerked and thrust as raw, untempered sexual energy flowed through him and out of his cock.  Great big salty batches of semen began filling Corey’s mouth as Jake’s balls began contracting in on themselves, rising higher and higher as more and more of his stud sauce was drawn out of him.

Jake was panting heavily as he thrust harder and harder in to Corey’s open mouth, his spasming cock continued to dump load after load of his baby-batter, drawing on reserves so deep it felt like it was practically coming up out from his toes.

Corey spat out the huge wad of Jake’s cum that was threatening to choke him and continued pumping his friend’s raging dick.  He was rewarded with several more blasts of Jake’s cream and kept a firm grip on the young soccer stud’s sperm tanks until he was sure the tap had gone dry.

Jake fell back on the bed, throughly exhausted.  Everything below the waist felt like one big bruise, but he’d never felt so satisfied in his life.

Corey crawled up beside his friend and wiped the perspiration from his brow.  “Are you ok?”

Jake let out a long, content sigh.  “Yeah, I think so.”

Corey smiled back at him.  “Do you still want to sneak in to my brother’s room have some fun with him?  I won’t try to stop you this time.”

Jake’s eyes were shut but he shook his head.  “No dude, I’m way too sleepy right now.  I think you wore me out.”

Corey grinned and nodded.  “I hope so.  After all that, I’d hate to think you were holding out on me,” he said, reaching for Jake’s swollen sac.

“Easy, they’re sooo sensitive right now.”  Jake whispered in a ragged voice.  “You nearly broke me!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of these.”  Corey replied in a soft, soothing tone as he rolled the delicate orbs between his fingers.  “Now why don’t you get some rest?”

When Jake didn’t respond, he looked up to find his friend was already fast asleep.

Corey considered going to check on his brother next door and take care of him too, after so much excitement, he was tired too.  Dylan would have to just wait until the morning.

Corey settled in, snuggling close against the heat of Jake’s naked body and soon fell asleep with his hand still wrapped firmly around his best friend’s tender jewels.

Part 6

Corey’s Wrestling Gambit

“It looks fine. I don’t see what the big deal is.”

Corey was leaning back in a bean bag chair drinking a Coke and pretending to look very bored.

“I think maybe coach gave me the wrong size. This feels a little tight.”

Corey’s best bud and next door neighbor Jake was stretching out on the workout mat in Corey’s basement rec room. He was trying to convince his friend to lift weights with him after school since he was going to try out for the wrestling team next week. He turned around and Corey nearly spit out his soda trying to keep from laughing. The sheer wrestling uniform looked like it had been handed down for several years worth of JV squads, and it clung to him like a second skin. To make matters more, umm, obvious, Jake apparently didn't realize that most guys wear a jock under their uniform to keep their equipment in place. The yellow spandex left nothing to the imagination, and Corey could see every inch of Jake’s teen manhood from all the way across the room. Jake was scanning his reflection in the mirror and pulled uncomfortably at the fabric around his crotch. He was a handsome young man with short black hair, clear skin, and bright brown eyes. He was definitely stud material like his older brother Alex, but right now he was feeling self-conscious.

Corey eventually stopped coughing on his soda and tried to keep a straight face. “Pretty sure it’s supposed to be tight. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

Jake turned back to his friend, blushing shyly. “I’m just thinking that girls go to the matches, you know? It feels kind of revealing.”

Corey pretended to be surprised and squinted, taking in an eyeful of Jake’s bulging crotch. “I can’t really see much from over here. But maybe if you grow a bit by time the season starts…”

Jake scowled and laid down on the bench press. “Whatever, dude. Practice starts tomorrow, so you should get some reps in too.”

Corey popped a video game into the X-Box. “I changed my mind. I don’t feel like trying out. Wrestling is a pussy sport.”

Jake sat up quickly and stared at his friend incredulously. “What do you mean you don't feel like it? Wrestlers are better conditioned than any other sport. Even the lightest weight guy on the varsity team would wipe the floor with you.”

Corey’s eyes were glued to the game, like he was only half paying attention. “You couldn’t. And that uniform looks ridiculous. I didn't want to tell you before.”

“The fuck I couldn’t!” Jake stomped over and stood blocking the TV, feeling very offended. He was the star of the JV soccer team and had always been a more natural athlete than his friend. But Corey was the clever one and somehow always found a way to get him worked up or in trouble. Nevertheless, he preferred to have his best friend try out for the team with him.

“C’mon,” Jake wined, “My brother was on the team when he was in high school, I’ll show you some moves before the tryouts.”

“…” Corey was ignoring him and craning his neck to see his game.

“Corey…”

“…”

Jake grabbed the controller out of Corey’s hands and tossed it away. He stared down at his friend, who had immediately begun pouting. “Alright, let’s make a deal. We wrestle, and if I pin you in a fair…uuuuugggghhhh!”

The rest of his macho challenge was cut off as Corey’s palm lashed out and smacked the bulge in his uniform. Quick as lightening, his bare foot followed, smushing Jake’s nads and lifting him slightly up off his feet. His eyes bulged and he made a small squeaking sound in the back of his throat. Then he tumbled forward and rolled onto his side, moaning and massaging his sore testicles through the sheer singlet.

“You bitch! I said a FAIR match!” He rolled around on the floor, kicking his feet and trying to find relief for his aching jewels. He should have known Corey well enough to stay on his guard.

“Ok,” Corey said, retrieving the controller and resuming his video game. “Go see if Dylan wants to be the ref.” Jake scowled at him and grunted his agreement.

===

Dylan had been in his room working on homework, and at first he had been bemused by the request to ref a wrestling match between his bro and his buddy. But he decided that he could use a break, and anyway he sucked at calculus. Corey’s friend from next door seemed to be taking the whole thing a little too seriously, though. He kept going on about different kinds of holds, and he was even wearing a singlet.

“I’ve got it, I’ve got it. Corey and I used to watch wrestling on TV, no worries,” Dylan said.

Jake objected, “That’s not real wrestling. This is like in the Olympics.”

Dylan laughed and looked around the rec room comically. “This is NOT like in the Olympics.”

“How about you can wrestle how you want, and I will wrestle how I want,” Corey suggested, glancing sideways at Jake’s obvious bulge.

Jake protested and looked seriously at Dylan. “And no hits below the belt.”

Dylan raised his eyebrows, suddenly understanding why Corey’s friend wanted a referee. He loved his little bro, but Corey could be brutal when it came to other guys’ junk. Dylan’s balls contracted a little just thinking about it. As a matter of fact, he noticed that Corey’s friend was already walking gingerly and looking a little green…

“Absolutely not,” Dylan agreed. “Only a fair fight in my ring. Or mat? Or whatever this is.”

===

The boys faced each other, waiting for the signal. Jake’s wiry, athletic build filled out his uniform nicely, and his olive skin looked great with the school’s bright yellow colors. He was concentrating and tried to look intimidating. Corey on the other hand was slouching in jeans and a skate tee shirt, but Dylan had made him remove his shoes. His bangs fell almost over his eyes. To the casual observer he looked bored, but his alert eyes occasionally darted to his buddy’s spandex-clad groin; Jake’s manhood was clearly defined and vulnerable. Corey smiled.

On Dylan’s cue, the contestants locked arms and Corey was almost immediately tackled to the floor. As promised Jake knew a few moves and was naturally light on his feet. In a matter of seconds he had twisted Corey’s arm behind his back and pressed his face into the floor. He applied pressure to the arm trying to flip Corey for the pin. For his part Corey resisted and grunted in pain and annoyance, trying every way possible to squirm out of the hold. Eventually Dylan called a stalemate and Jake popped up to his feet looking quite pleased with himself. He pointed to the floor indicating that Corey had to start in the bottom position. Corey started on hands and knees while Jake reached around him waiting for the start. On Dylan’s command, they grappled again, Jake remaining in control and leveraging Corey back down to the mat. With his arm trapped behind him in the hold, Corey casually felt around until his fingers grazed the bulge in Jake’s singlet. He ran the palm of his hand over Jake’s warm shaft and lightly drummed his fingertips on his jewels. Jake immediately froze, sensing danger. He awkwardly untangled the hold and hopped away, tripping in the process. Corey took advantage of the situation and jumped on his back, copying the arm bar hold that had just been used on him.

Corey knew well that his brother Dylan hated to see guys take one in the balls, so there was no way that he could beat Jake his way. But if that little grope was enough to get him flustered, this was match was going to be easy regardless. He maneuvered behind his friend, who was trying to rise out the start position on his hands and knees. Dylan was staying close, so he know he had to be very subtle. Corey leaned forward, trapping one of Jakes legs and keeping him off balance. While Dylan observed from above, Corey reached down between Jake’s spread knees and positioned his arm for a lift. But before executing the move, he closed his grip loosely around his friend’s meaty balls, hefting them through the thin fabric. He never squeezed, just let Jake know that he was there. Jake felt the grip on his prized possessions and yelped, panicking and jolting to get out of the hold. In no time Corey had his shoulders pinned to the mat. Jake kicked desperately and bridged to get out while Dylan scooted around to see the pin from every angle. Corey  looked down at his struggling friend and smirked; he reached back and ran his fingers slowly toward Jake’s flopping bulge to give him an appreciative squeeze, waiting for Dylan to call the pin.

Unfortunately for Corey, his strategy did not account for the adrenaline rush that his friend would get from the prospect of getting his testicles grabbed again. Jake bucked wildly and toppled out of the hold, knocking Corey to the floor before Dylan could count the pin. Jake’s wrestling instincts took over, and he leapt on top, quickly immobilizing Corey with a grapevine pin. With his head locked and his legs spread too wide for leverage, defeat was inevitable. Corey was about to give up the struggle when he felt an explosion of pain like he had never felt before. Jake had taken a page out of his friend’s book and reached back between Corey’s spread legs, pounding his fist like a hammer into the bulge in his jeans. Corey didn't know which was worse: the pain or getting beaten at his own game. The breath left his lungs and he quit resisting as his shoulders were pinned to the mat. He waited for Dylan to count the pin. But it never came.

===

“Hey, what the fuck, man? I said no low blows!” Dylan had seen the unfair move and angrily pulled Jake off of his brother, who was still frozen in pain. “Corey, are you ok?” Corey’s hands slowly moved to his aching groin while he heard his brother tearing into Jake.

Jake put his hands up, protesting his innocence and hoping to finish the match, but Dylan would have none of it. Corey turned to watch as Jake shrugged his shoulders and casually lifted his foot into Dylan’s crotch, his surprise attack catching him full force. He saw his brother’s shocked look, then saw the pain wash over his face as he tumbled to his knees rolled on to his back, cupping his nuts and groaning. Jake’s cocky attitude was on full display and he gloated, “Man, that was easy. If you’re gonna play, you've got to play to win.”

Jake seemed satisfied that Dylan would not interfere in the match any more and turned back to Corey to finish what he started. He saw Corey still on his hands and knees, pathetically whining about his nuts, just like his brother. What a bitch, he chuckled. What Jake did not see as he walked over was the look of outrage in Corey’s eyes. Outrage that anyone—anyone other than him, of course—would sucker kick his brother in the balls. He gathered his rage as Jake sauntered over and directed it into a massive uppercut. Corey’s punch connected with with a splat, massacring both of Jake’s defenseless balls. He could actually see, as if in slow motion, his lycra clad bulge shift and smash off his fist. Jake was stunned but remained standing on shaking legs, then he slowly bent over as the pain crashed through his guts. Corey straightened him back up and spun him around so that he was facing Dylan before driving another uppercut between his legs from behind, wrecking his balls a second time.

Jake stumbled a few steps toward where Dylan was lying, his hands slowly moving to cover his groin. He was still standing, but he was a mess. Despite his own pain, Corey found himself smiling broadly and bounced to his feet cheerfully. He walked up behind Jake and put his arm around his buddy’s shoulders. The pain had put Jake totally out of it; his eyes were glassy and his mouth hung slightly open. He swayed slightly.

“Cheaters never win, buddy.” He ran his hand down Jake’s opposite side, drumming his fingers on his hip. His hand glided over the other boy’s abs and his fingers brushed across his cock, which was resting sideways in his singlet. He traced the shaft with his thumb, and Jake responded involuntarily, his breath hitched in his throat while his cock plumped up. Jake’s equipment was no match for his older brother Dylan’s, but Corey still found it fascinating to feel up the teen stud.

“Plus I told you before not to mess with my brother. That was a cheap shot.” Corey’s exploring hand traveled south, groping Jake’s warm sac, hefting his warm testicles. Jake’s knew the danger he was in and his eyes were wide with fear, but the shots to his nuts had sent pain shooting down his legs, paralyzing him and leaving him helpless against Corey’s groping.

“You should say sorry.” Corey applied pressure, slowly grinding his nuts against one another. Jake felt sick, and his mind was blank except for the pain radiating from his groin. “You should say sorry,” Corey repeated, sharply pinching the tip of his hardening dick and bringing tears to his eyes. Jake yelped like an injured puppy and stuttered, “I’m sorry Dylan, I’m sorry I’m sorry.”

Corey pulled away and patted him on the back, smiling. Dylan was still lying on his back, looking up at the ceiling. “All good,” he said in a hoarse voice. Confirming that Dylan was still not looking at them, Corey went back to one knee behind Jake and lined him up for the knockout. Jake was swaying with this legs slightly spread, his bulge visible between the globes of his athletic ass. The uppercut was devastating, sinking into his defenseless balls and crunching them into his pelvis. The wrestler’s eyes lost focus and crossed comically, and he pitched forward, landing face down.

Fortunately for Jake, he did not face-plant into the floor, and his impact was cushioned by something soft. Unfortunately for Dylan that something soft belonged to him: Jake crashed head-first between his spread legs, effectively head butting his balls into the floor. Dylan shrieked and collapsed back against the floor as Jake’s head remained pinned to his crotch.

“Hey!” Corey clicked his tongue disapprovingly at Jake, whose head was still between Dylan’s legs. “I told you to leave him alone.” Corey pulled on Jake’s shoulder, rolling him on to his back. Dylan sighed in relief and cupped himself, closing his eyes to block out the pain. Corey gently patted him on the shoulder. “Hey Dylan.” No response. “Hey Dylan, c’mon!” The older teen opened one eye and squinted at his grinning sibling. “I’m winning! I’m willing! Will you still be the ref?” Dylan looked incredulous. Nevertheless he chuckled as Corey jumped on top of Jake and hooked his leg pro wrestling style. Despite his sore nuts, Dylan rolled on to his stomach and slapped the floor three times and announced Corey as the winner. He noticed how Jake appeared to be out of it, and raised his eyebrows questioningly.

“Don’t worry about him,” Corey said, nudging Jake with his foot. The beaten teen groaned incoherently. “He’s just a sore loser. We were just gonna play video games unless you want to wrestle some more?”

Apparently more wrestling did not sound appealing to Dylan, who limped quickly across the room and seemed eager to make his exit before his nads encountered any more accidents. “No thanks, I’ve got a ton of calculus. Don’t forget your homework, Corey.” He shut the door quickly behind him.

Corey sighed in disappointment that the fun was over. Turning around, he glanced down at Jake, who was beginning to come around but had clearly been knocked down a few pegs. “You ok?” he asked. Jake mumbled something into the carpet and Corey used his foot to roll him on to his back. The shiny singlet clung to his sweaty torso, and his semi boner was clearly outlined against his lean abs. Corey shook his head. Jake was his very best friend, but he sure could be a dumb jock sometimes. The image reminded Corey of a movie scene he had reprised with Dylan on his last birthday.

“Hey Jake, I thought of a move I still want to practice.”

“Hmm?”

“I learned it from a movie,” he explained cheerfully, grabbling the other boy’s ankles and lifting his legs off the floor.

Jake already felt very vulnerable with his legs spread and clad only in his tight singlet, but he had only a vague idea of what Corey had in mind. Then he remembered seeing his brother Alex in a similar situation. When Alex visited a few months ago, Jake thought it would be funny to solicit Corey’s help to beat him down. Corey had ended up stomping a load out of Alex’s balls, and they had high-fived when Alex creamed all over himself like a loser. Now that Jake found himself in the exact same position as his brother, he doubted it would be so funny this time. His eyes went wide and he protested in a husky voice, “Wait, Corey, don’t man!”

He barely had time to raise his hands before Corey’s bare foot crashed down, mashing his nads while pulling on his legs for extra leverage. The lycra did just enough to hold his balls in place, and each time one of his prized jewels popped out from below Corey’s heel, he shifted his foot and ground it back into his pelvis again. The pain was sickening and he was helpless even to close his legs. Corey eased eventually up but his foot remained on his junk.

Jake felt his toes wiggle on the shaft of his cock and silently prayed that he wouldn’t get hard. Unfortunately, Corey always seemed to catch him in a compromised position and try as he might, his cock thickened and tented his yellow singlet. He felt Corey’s big toe trace the underside of his shaft all the way to the tip, and his breath left him panting and shaking. Corey dug his heel back into his nuts, rolling them from his taint and over his bone, the leaden pain sapping his remaining resistance.

Fuck. His whole mind was in his groin, where every inch of his manhood was getting owned by his best friend. The damp spot at the tip of his cock spread as Corey jacked him between his toes. He remembered Corey doing that to his brother, too, and the pathetic faces that Alex made.

He opened his mouth to beg one last time just as he lost all control and his throbbing cock exploded, squirting his creamy cum all over his abs inside his singlet. The lycra was glued to his body with sweat and cum, and he twitched and writhed on the floor as Corey’s toes ran over his sensitive tip, milking every last drop.

Corey watched with interest as the last drops of cum oozed onto Jake’s abs, his bright uniform now darkened with a large sticky stain over the front. “That was rad,” he said, gently releasing  his friends legs, wiping the cum from the bottom of his foot on Jake’s thigh. “Ha! You shot more than your brother Alex!” The beaten teen had his eyes tightly shut, and his cheeks were flushed. His heavy breathing slowed and returned to normal; he was totally spent.

“What do you want?” Jake asked after a few minutes. His eyes were still closed, but he knew Corey was staring at him.

“Do you want to play video games now?” Corey asked. Jake blinked and looked around as if to make sure he had heard correctly. Corey stared at him impatiently.

“Uuuhh, sure,” he replied, grimacing as he sat up. The feeling of cold jizz against his chest made him shiver. “Maybe I should take a shower first.” Corey offered a hand and pulled his friend to his feet. Jake reached down and adjusted his singlet,  strangely modest despite the recent events. “Be back in a sec.”

Corey watched his buddy’s round ass as he walked to the door, limping and cupping his junk. He went back to his bean bag and turned his game back on. Their match had only been a fifteen minute delay, so he hoped they could beat the next level before dinner.