Saturday, September 10, 2011

Brett Jordan's Balls Must Die!!!

This is a story of betrayal and revenge, and features the return of one of the most popular ball busters ever to appear on this blog.  Jess is back, with her sister Marie, and together they are dispensing justice the only way they know how - kicking mean boys in the balls!  Moreover, it comes accompanied by a three-panel cartoon, illustrated by the world-famous bb artist, Knave!  Sit back, relax, and enjoy!


In the third row from the back of the stands, Jess watched the players in their red and grey uniforms begin to disperse across the field.  WIth football practice finally over, Jess saw her sister standing at the far side of the field, talking to some of the players.  She assumed one of them was Brett, but they were too far away for her to be sure.  Jess sat back and breathed in the warm September air.  At this point, there was nothing she could do.  Things had been set in motion and  the success of their plan was going to hinge on whether Brett took the bait, but that was up to Marie now.  

Marie had called her sister over a week ago to ask her advice.  A few weeks back, Marie's best friend Stef had become involved with Brett Jordan.  He was a real-life teenage heartthrob, with a reputation for going through girlfriends very quickly.  His courtship with Stef only lasted for a week, and after only two dates and a truck-load of empty promises, Stef allowed Brett to go all the way with her.  Then, the very next day, Brett moved on to his next conquest. 

When Marie discovered what had happened, she decided enough was enough.  They were going to teach Brett Jordan a lesson he'd never forget.  Of course, when she told Jess her plan, Jess not only wanted to help with the planning, she wanted to be there when it was implemented.  So, when the day finally arrived, Jess skipped her afternoon college classes and drove three hours to be home in time to take part in the fun.

Even from this distance, Jess could tell her sister looked hot.  Her hair was blond like Jess', but cut short, and accentuated her gorgeous emerald eyes.  And the cheerleading outfit that she borrowed from her friend Stef fit her like a glove, highlighting all of her assets.  Her butt jiggled in the tiny red skirt, and her luscious D-cup tits seemed to stretch her top to it's limit.  There was no way Brett was going to overlook her.

Luckily, Jess was right - and she didn't have to wait for long.  A tall, handsome, dark haired boy broke off from a group of players and approached Marie.  They talked for a few minutes, and though she couldn't hear their conversation, it was clear that Marie was flirting with him.  Then, Marie took him by the hand and led him out of sight, back behind the bleachers.


Jess grinned.  Things were going just as they'd planned.  Jess opened her bag and checked to make sure the camera was there.  Then she stoke up and started making her way down.


All of Marie's senses felt heightened and she got a rush off the adrenaline being pumped into her bloodstream.  She could smell the sweat soaking Brett's uniform, and could hear the steady beat of her heart in her chest like a drum.

She was leading Brett behind the stands on the baseball field, where no one would see them - except for Jess and Stef, they'd be waiting in the shadows, ready to step in at a moment's notice.

Brett didn't waste any time and grabbed her and began kissing her face and neck.  Now seeing him up close for the first time, it was obvious why he was so successful with women, despite his reputation.  He had boyish good looks, thick black hair, and a dimple set in his chin that probably won over every girl he met.

While Brett was still feverishly sucking on her neck, Marie slid her hands across his chest and explored his impressive physique underneath his shoulder pads.  Then slowly, her hand drifted against the firm ripples of his abdominal muscles, and lingered around his belly-button, before finally coming down to rest on the large, prominent bulge in his football pants.

Brett paused kissing and breathed in deep.  "Mmmm, girl, you don't waste any time, do you?"  He whispered as he bucked his hips and thrust his junk into her open hand.

Marie smiled and squeezed the stud's manhood gently, confirming what she already expected.

"Jesus Brett, you're not even wearing a cup!"  Marie pretended to sound amazed, but she'd already isolated his nuts and gave them another squeeze.

Brett moaned and resumed sucking on her neck.

"Yeah, that's right baby.  I don't bother with'em - they just slow me down."  Brett replied between kisses.

Marie grinned and kept continued to rub the large lump in his shorts.  "You know, you've got a really nice piece of equipment down here.  But aren't you afraid, going around cup-less, you might end up at the bottom of a pile-on and get your nuts crushed under some big, lumbering line-backer's cleat?"

"Don't worry baby, I'm the fastest running back in the county."  Brett smirked.  His face was handsome and radiated confidence.  "I can't run with a piece of plastic wedged between my legs!  Besides, my nuts are save and sound, I assure you, and they're working just fine now.  Come here and I'll show you."

Marie fondled the football stud's juicy gonads and smiled coyly.  "Is that right?"

"Why don't you get down on your knees, and you can test them out for yourself."  Brett said, already flexing his thick muscular arms as he pulled her down.

This was too fast!  She had to make sure Jess and Stef were in position.

"Brett - no, wait!  You're hurting me!"  Marie cried.

"Come on, I know you want it.  You've were all over me the minute we got back here.  Now just relax, and open up."  Brett said softly, as he began working the drawstrings on his pants.

Marie glanced at the outline of Brett's rigid pole grow inside his shorts and swung her fist into his testicles.  Brett groaned and jumped on his toes as Marie's fist buried itself into his crotch with a loud 'THUD.'

"Ughhhhhhhhaaaaaawwwww."  Brett moaned and cupped his balls with one hand, while still gripping Marie's arm in the other.  "Little bitch," he spat.

Marie giggled.  "I told you Brett - not wearing a cup was going to catch up with you."

"Shut it!"  Brett grimaced.  "You think it's funny?  Well now you're going to kiss it and make it all better."  He growled, twisting her wrist so hard that Marie let out a yelp.

"Alright, take it easy," Marie winced and futilely tried to pull away.

"Hey Brett,"  Stef appeared out from behind the bleachers where she had watched things progress and remained hidden, until now.  "When are you gonna learn to play nice?"

Brett spun around and no sooner did his eyes settle on the voluptuous curves of Stef's cleavage than the short brunette's bony knee found it's way up between his legs and crunched his already tender testicles.

Brett cursed as he slid down to his knees.

Both of the girls giggled.

Stef offered Marie her hand and pulled her up to her feet.  "You ok?"

"Sure, at least, I'm better off the Brett here."  Marie nodded in the direction of the stricken boy.  "Hey Jess, are you getting this."

"I sure am."  Jess called out, sticking her head out from behind the equipment shed.  There was a small camcorder in her hand with a red light blinking on the side.  "Now smile, your on camera!"

Marie and her friend smiled and waived back at the camera.

"Great!"  Jess grinned.  "You look fantastic!  The camera really loves you."

Brett rocked on his heels groaned.

"Ah, Mr. Jordan, glad to see you're still with us."  Jess zoomed the camera in on his stricken face.  "Tell us, how do you feel?"

Brett's eyes blinked and he mumbled something intelligible.

Jess shook her head and smiled.  "Looks like he could use some assistance.  Why don't you ladies help him get back on his feet?"

Marie and Stef did just that.  With a little bit of maneuvering, they even managed to spread his legs apart too.

"Better, thanks girls.  Now if you don't mind, I'm going to take my turn with our friend Brett, here."  Jess said, still pointing the camera at the three of them.

At the sound of his name, Brett lifted his head and squinted.  "What . . . why . . ."

"We're here to help show you the error of your ways."  Jess grinned and gave both girls a wink.  "When I was in high school, we knew just how to deal with boys like you."

Brett shook his head, not understanding.  Then a moment later, it all became crystal clear.

"This will show you to mess with my baby sister!"  Jess cried as her foot swung up and she kicked Brett square in the balls.

"Or her friends,"  Jess powered her leg up between his padded thighs and squished his nuts again. 

"Or any other girl that goes to this school, for that matter!" 

Jess followed with another mean kick, the toes of her right foot sailing into Brett's crotch, nailing his balls dead on.

Brett yelped in pain and collapsed on his back.  He rolled into the fetal position, rocking back and forth, moaning and groaning as he massaged his newly smashed marbles.

All three females giggled and Jess zoomed in with the camera.  "Not so tough now, are you JERK?  When we're done, everyone in school will see you getting your balls busted by a group of tiny GIRLS!"

Jess handed the camera off to her sister and the two girls helped hold the busted jock's arms down as Stef took position between Brett's spread legs. 

Brett looked up at Marie and Jess, who only snickered back at him.  Then his eyes met up with Stef's.  "Who are you?  Why are you doing this to me?"  He croaked weakly.

Stef huffed as she checked the back of her ponytail and shook her head.  "Seriously, you don't remember me?"

Brett stared at her for several long seconds.  Then he slowly shook his head.

"You can't be serious!  We went out three weeks ago, you know, before you started going out with that slut Megan Rosato!"  Stef fumed.

Brett squinted his eyes.  "Lisa?"

Stef's eyes flared and she placed her heel on top of Brett's swollen, tender balls.  Shifting her weight, Stef leaned in on Brett's nuts, flattening them like pancakes between her foot and his pelvis.

Brett let out an agonized squeal.

"We drove out to Thatcher Park and made out in the backseat of your car . . ."  The animosity in Stef's voice was unmistakable. 

"Sharon?"  He choked.

"Nope,"  Marie giggled.

Brett's eyes widened.  "No, no, no, wait - Aghhhh!"  The panic stricken boy shrieked like a terrified little girl as his meaty gonads were squashed underfoot of the jilted teenage beauty.

Stef's lips curled up at the edges as she stomped and twisted her foot into Brett Jordan's privates. 

"What's the matter?  Can't take a little PAIN?!"  Stef hollered over Brett's moans and pleas for mercy.  His forehead was beaded with sweat, and tears began streaking down his cheeks.  "Aww, are you crying?!  Big strong football player, MY ASS!"

Brett gasped, trying to catch his breath.  "Fuck you, little bitch!"  He spat out and regretted it instantly.

Brett let out a high-pitched yelp as Stef twisted the sole of her foot into his nuts, as if she were putting out a cigarette but. 

"OOOaaahhhh . . . ok, ok, I'm sorry."  He pleaded.  "Please . . ."

"Sounds like Brett here has a bit of a temper, wouldn't you say?"  Jess said, smiling into the camera. 

"Yeah, cocky too!"  Marie added.

"He sure does, and with little reason to be, if I recall."  Stef grinned as she rubbed the length of Brett's shaft with her toes.

Brett stared from one girl to the next.  He looked worn, and scared, and ashamed.

"What do you mean Stef?  Are you saying that ladies man, Brett Jordan, isn't packing all that much heat down there."  Marie zoomed the camera in on Marie's foot and Brett's package.

Stef cackled callously.  "Let's just say, it leaves something to be desired." 

That made them all laugh.

"What are we talking, three inches, or two?"  Marie giggled. 

Stef shrugged her shoulders.  "Who can remember when it's THAT pathetic?"

Brett looked horrified.  Perhaps his six inches didn't make him the 'biggest man' on campus, but at least it was average!

Marie zoomed back in on Brett's crotch as Stef alternated between gas-pedaling his tender jewels, and massaging his meaty member with the sole of her foot.

"Perhaps he'll turn out to be a 'grower.'"  Marie added.

"Well, I think we'll find out soon enough,"  Jess grinned and stroked her fingers through the jock's dark hair.

Stef tickled, teased, and fondled Brett's prick through his spandex shorts until erection became rock-hard and stretched against the elastic.

"Whoa, that thing looks like it's ready to blow!"  Marie snickered.

"It sure does, just look at it!"  Jess agreed.

"Come on big boy, shoot a nice big load for mommy."  Stef said coldly as she continued to rub her foot against Brett's manhood.

Brett croaked as Stef reared back and kicked the twin lumps just below his cock.

"Come on,"  Stef pressed, sending another kick into Brett's delicate orbs.  "If you don't cum soon, I suppose I'm just going to keep kicking these pathetic testicles of yours until they pop."

Brett's eyes widened and more tears fell.

Stef's foot slammed into the jock-boys's gonads, causing his body to buck and his dick to twitch.

"I think I just saw something move."  Jess grinned.

"Me too."  Marie added.  She was trying to hold the camera steady.

Stef lifted her foot above Brett's left nut and pressed down until the poor boy let out a groan.  Then she moved on to the right and did it again, and then back to the left.  Back and forth, she alternated between each testicle and bore down on it until Brett let out another moan. 

Marie zoomed the camera in and did an extreme close-up of Brett's tenting prick.  "Looks like he's ready Stef, you should finish him."

Stef nodded and pulled a stray hair behind her ear.  "I was just thinking that myself."

Brett swallowed the dry lump in his throat.  But nothing could have prepared him for what was about to come.

Stef released a flurry of kicks and stomps that made his stomach turn inside-out and the rest of his body shudder.  Then, in the middle of the barrage, Brett let out at loud moan and his hips began to gyrate as his poor baby-makers were squashed under the beautiful brunette's foot.  In a matter of seconds, his cock was shuddering and began dumping a big, salty batch of his baby-batter inside his shorts.

"Thar, she blows!"  Marie yelled out.

They all giggled at that.

Then Jess pulled the elastic band of his shorts down, sending Brett's dick flying up and smacking into this abdomen with a wet 'SLAP' as white goo continued to spill forth from its tip.

"Wow, look at that, he's still cumming!"  Marie beamed, following the ark of the drops of semen.

"And now, for the big finish . . ."  Stef grinned and isolating his right ball and flattened the orb against her foot.

In the same instant, Brett let out a throaty moan and a thick jet of hot sperm blasted out cock and splattered just below his left eye.

The girls all shouted in surprise and more laughter.

"Did you get that?"  Stef asked.

"Yup, all of it."  Marie smiled.

"Great, we'll upload it when we get to your house."  Stef said, wiping her foot against Brett's thigh.  "Well, as soon as everyone see's our little video, you're going to be through in this school ASS HOLE!" 

Marie zoomed in the camera one last time on Brett's face as he stared back at her, wide-eyed and scared.  He looked a mess, the tears on his face mingling with splash of semen across his cheek.

"That's it, I think we got it."  Marie said, turning off the camera.  "Thanks Brett, you've been a doll."

Stef twisted her heel into Brett's nutsac one final time for good measure.  Then the three girls picked up and left for the parking lot together, leaving Brett Jordan behind soiled and humiliated, to consider what was about to happen to his reputation the moment they posted that video. 

The consequences made him want to crawl up and die. 

He rolled over on his side, cupping his badly battered balls as new tears began to flow down his face.

-Here is the amazing commission by Knave, drawn specifically for this story-

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Men of the House - Part IV

For all you Men of the House fans, I tried to make the latest installment a good one.  I hope you enjoy!


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."


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.


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.


There was a brief delay. 

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

Dylan changed direction and edged closer.


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

Dylan could hear the waves rippling against the far edge.


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.

- Here's a pic of Corey's awesome big bro, Dylan -

The rest of the Men of the House Series can be found here.