The Bloodline

 “Hey, Max! Come here!”

Max was walking by, wearing a t-shirt that was a bit too big for him, a hand-me-down, and a pair of shorts that might be too small for him, as he was called to the living room by his brother. Shuji had a bunch of friends over and they were snickering together and trying to quiet themselves down as Max approached. Max was a few years younger than his half-brother and a bit cautious around him. He knows Shuji hates him and wishes he wasn’t around, but Max is just a kid and has to live here now. Max doesn’t want to make Shuji angry, so he came a bit closer and tried to play nice with his seemingly perfect, fully Japanese older brother.

 

“Listen, I wanna play a game with you. It’s called Mercy. You ever heard of it?”

 

“N-no.”

 

Shuji’s friends started laughing a bit but stopped quickly. “It’s a game, where we hold hands like this.” Shuji said as he interlocked his two hands together. “And the goal is the make the other person say mercy. It’s easy.” Shuji displayed this by twisting and digging his hands into the other, showing how one can deal damage to the other in Mercy.

 

“And we can’t let go of each other’s hand until someone gives. So, you get it? Easy right?”

 

“Y-yeah I guess…” Max said. He nodded his head, his Japanese looking hair swaying as he nodded. But his face, a mix of Hispanic and Japanese and at the age of 13, still not quite developed yet, found itself worried.

 

”Hey, come on Max! Play with Shuji!”

 

“Yeah, come on! You can do it!”

 

Max swallowed and shook his head. “I-I don’t know…”

 

“Why not?” Shuji asked.

 

“Mmm… you’re gonna win.”

 

“So? It’s not all about winning or losing.”

 

“That’s true! It’s about having fun!”

 

“Yeah! Don’t you wanna have some fun?”

 

“Come on, do you wanna play or not?”

 

Max looked at Shuji at his friends cautiously. He didn’t think he wanted to, but their encouraging cheers formed a deepening wall behind Max, not letting him back out of the situation. He couldn’t find the power to say no despite knowing that Shuji always hurts him for fun and will probably win this game. He’s bigger and stronger after all, and he’s in front of all of his friends too. He’s got home field advantage.

 

“Come on, come on Max! You get to hurt your big brother, get him back!”

             

“Yeah, yeah kid!”

 

“Come on, it’ll be fun!”

“Yeah Max, come on!”

At first, Max thought that Shuji’s friends were making fun of him but their cheers were actually starting to rise something in him. He started to smile and get into this game even though he hasn’t played it yet.

 

The crowd started to cheer louder as they could see Max starting the smile, even with slumped shoulders.

 

“Come on bro, yes or no?” Even Shuji was smiling. Max nodded and started to approach his brother, to the unanimous uproar from Shuji’s high school friends.

 

“Okay, good idea! Now, just let me hold your hands like this.”

 

Shuji interlocked hands with his half-brother and grabbed them tight like a claw, digging his nails into Max before the game even started.

 

Max winced at the pain but tried to give it back to his big bro, but his hands were smaller and had less strength behind it, being almost 3 years younger. Max thought maybe his wrists might be more flexible at least, so he had that going for him and planned to use that to his advantage.

 

“Okay, don’t forget the rules wimp. We can’t let go of each other’s hands and have to make the other say mercy to win, got it?”

 

“Yeah, lardhead. I heard you the first time.”

 

Ooohhh’s, ooo’s and laughter came from Shuji’s friends at Max’s response.

 

“Shut up. You ready?”

 

Some smacks on Max’s shoulder came as Shuji tried to move on, and Max laughed with them, feeling accepted and proud of getting one over Shuji in front of his friends. He entirely ignored Shuji, who had to yank on his brother’s arms to get his attention. Max’s arms jerked and pulled forward, turning Max’s attention to his bigger brother, who looked at him impatiently in his baggier shorts and tighter t-shirt. Max straightened up.

 

“You ready?”

 

“Uh-huh.”

 

Suddenly, Shuji took a step back, leaving Max suspended in anticipation for the game to begin. Looking ahead at his brother, he waited for a moment then saw something shifting below his field of vision. He looked down and by the time he did, Shuji’s leg was already rocketing up into his shorts and there was no way to prevent the impact.

The impact was solid and loud, clear and proud was Shuji as he felt his foot slam into and crush Max’s balls under his foot. It was the cleanest nut shot he’s ever given, he knew it immediately, and he gave it to Max, his half-brother of all people. Contrastly, Max knew nothing because his mind totally went blank as he felt his nuts kicked in cleanly for the first time in his life. He knows what happened but a dam suddenly sprang in his mind, which blocked all sense and time from escaping or entering. Max was suspended in disbelief and shock as the little mixed ethnic tubs of soon-to-be manhood in between his legs were crushed into his pelvis.

 

The crowd yelled in shock and laughter immediately upon impact, seeing and hearing Shuji kick his little brother in the balls so perfectly after such a prime setup. Seeing Max’s shorts compress under Shuji’s foot, the look on Max’s young face as his body bent over in shock, the half-Japanese brother squinting and stumbling with crossed legs and a strange shaped mouth was all more than enough oil to fuel their fiery reaction. Not in concern, but of awe and hilarity. They’re sophomores in high school after all. What’s funnier than a kick in the nuts?

 

Max shared no amusement with the crowd he felt such a strong connection with a moment ago. As the dam in his mind broke, immense pain flooded his system and he immediately dropped to his knees. He tried to pull his hands in as he closed his legs but Shuji held them tight, digging his nails in. Max couldn’t even feel Shuji’s nails in his knuckles, and could only feel the shockwaves of dull, bright, tortuous agony inside him. It twisted up his stomach, burnt his vision, eyes and throat and he could only curl up as best as Shuji let him. Choked, confused and powerless moans escaped his shaking lips as he looked at the floor, eyes watering and nausea building inside his young frame.

 

“Haha! Fucking got you, bitch! You give up?”

 

Max could hear but could not understand his brother over him as the pain was far too great. He stopped trying to pull on his arms, he was too weak to fight. The young brother could only keep himself bent over his knees, his skinny arms helplessly raised high over his head by Shuji who was smiling and disrespectfully kicked Max’s legs as he looked down at him. Max’s fingers were limp in Shuji’s grasp.

“Come on, you gonna say it so you can hold your balls, faggot? Wanna hold your balls?”

 

Max couldn’t form a word, whined in a painfully high pitch before letting out a loud sob and breath.

“Aiii…. Mmmrph…”

 

Max began to rock lightly as the pain was evolving. It made Max shake and like a loud bubble, Max made a strange, explosive pop with his voice somehow. He suddenly pulled on his body and desperately began to kick his legs, trying to pull his arms free from of Shuji’s grasp. But he was powerless, despite his sudden heightened sensibilities. The pain kicked him into high gear.

 

“Come on, bitch. Say Mercy!”

 

“M-mercy! Fuck, mercy, mercy!”

 

Then the older Japanese brother let go of his mixed sibling’s hands, letting him pull them down to his personal blend of the family juice. A family Shuji wishes wouldn’t have Max in it. For a moment, Shuji thought and desperately wished that he just removed Max’s ability to reproduce, ending his tainted bloodline.

 

But Shuji shook his head and realized that thought went way too far. Instead, he pushed his foot at Max’s head as he lied, curled on the floor. Max’s hands were attached his the crotch, one over the other. Max’s face looked very red and his lips were wet with drool. As Max’s throat constricted and his lips pushed, it looked like the kid might become sick.

 

“Come on, wimp, it wasn’t that bad.”

 

“I don’t know Shuji, it kinda was.”

 

“Yeah, bro. Why’d you kick a kid that hard?”

 

“Shut up, he’s not a kid! He’s a wimp.”

 

Shuji’s friends started to settle down from the impact of that kick and started to feel bad for the kid brother. It was clear that the kick got him really good. Plus, he’s younger than them. It was funny at first, but this felt too far.  

 

“Fuck, you guys made me do it anyways. Whatever.”

Shuji started to talk shit and told his friends to come with him to the store. They all agreed, taking their own last looks at Max on the floor. Dry heaving, whimpering, crying and rolling around on the floor. Totally helpless after begging for mercy in a game his brother invited him to. It was almost an hour before Max found himself in his own room, on the bed and trying his best to cope with the brutal kick Shuji gave him.

 

As Max lied on his bed, he hated feeling this and genuinely started to despise Shuji. Shuji always picks on him and smacks him around. At first, Max felt bad but kinda understood and even accepted it, taking some of the insults and pain because he felt like he deserved it. It is his fault that Shuji’s mother left anyways. But this was too much, this crossed the line of fair punishment. The pain was beyond words, and Max was sure that his nuts cracked after that kick. It felt that way and it simply hurt too badly for there to be nothing wrong. But he calmed down as the pain subsided slightly and realized that his 2 orbs still have their integrity, despite his suspicions.

 

 

Even after the pain got better, Max limped for a few days afterwards and didn’t forget or forgive Shuji. But it’s been 2 years since that kick and things aren’t a whole lot better between the brothers. Shuji never apologized and still hasn’t accepted Max, but he stopped picking on him so much. He still let Max know he didn’t want him around but he pulled back most of the abuse. Partly due to him feeling bad for that kick, but that was only at first. Soon after the kick, Max began to grow in many ways and Shuji saw Max as less of an easy target, even though Shuji was still taller than him. Despite this, Shuji still pushed Max around because Max rarely fought back.

 

It’s not like Max didn’t want to fight back, but he just didn’t. Yeah, he’d snap and push back sometimes, but Max never really stood up to Shuji. Even as his voice got deeper and his body grew more toned, Shuji still had this aura around him and Max couldn’t really push through it. Shuji was still a golden child to his father, he got better grades and stayed fit and popular. He didn’t need to do sports, but he played often with friends for fun and ran pretty often. And any issues Shuji had, showed up after Max did.

Meanwhile, Max was on his computer more, slacked off and was really into superheroes and games. He thought Spiderman was the best superhero out of the bunch, and was an avid fan. Their father thought this was a waste of inspiration, but Max tried not to let it get to him.

 

But it did, and it contributed to Max not wanting to really fight back against Shuji. Max knows he’s the bad kid and doesn’t think it’s his place to step out. Shuji hasn’t crossed the line since that day anyways, so Max puts up with Shuji, even when he’s being unreasonable and kicks him out of the living when Dad’s not home so he could hang out with friends. All. The. Time.

Despite this, Max is developing pretty well and healthily, and has made some friends at school. He hangs out with them a bit but mostly plays games with them online. Occasionally, he’d vent to them about Shuji, specifically Ted, who seemed the most understanding and upstanding of his high school buddies. But he never mentioned what Shuji did 2 years ago to anyone.

 

 

Now, a couple weeks ago, Max was in his room and looking at the computer with the door locked. He had his shirt off, totally naked down under too as he was watching some guys playing with each other. Max didn’t know why he enjoyed this, but he liked watching them and began playing with himself as those boys played with each other. He was getting somewhere and started to really enjoy it when his phone started to ring.

A sigh of frustration washed over the now fifteen year old as he looked at the phone. It was his father. He paused the video and answered.

 

“Yes… hello, sorry… ok… ok… yeah, I know…. Yeah… but why couldn’t you ask Shuji… no, no it’s fine… ok… ok… yes, ok… ok…ok...ok...ok... love you too... ok...ok...”

     

Max ended the call and lied back, frustrated and grabbing his bulge with both hands. One hand pressed his now softening member with nostalgia, and cupped his yogurt tanks, which were working overtime and asking to be rewarded and released. But Max knew he had to get this over with so his father wouldn’t blame him. Father is a busy man, not home very often and expects what he asks of his children to be done when he comes home. Regardless if they’re a golden child or not.

 

So, Max went into the living room, hoping that Shuji’s friends aren’t there as he didn’t bother putting a shirt on, only putting on thin pajama bottoms, which gave sight to his significant bulge without any effort. Pretty quickly, almost the moment he opened the door to his room, Max heard talking from the living room and realized that his brother had his friends in there again. Sigh…

 

Max made it over to the vibing senior’s in High School and looked around at the living room, seeing familiar faces. He’s seen these faces pretty often, and some of them were even around 2 years ago. At first, when Max saw those a couple years ago, he got a vivid flashback and got very quiet and nervous. But as time went on, Max got more natural and tried his best to hope they forgot seeing him crying and vomiting on the floor, holding his personal fruit tree in front of everyone. He got to a point where he didn’t feel very self-conscious walking up to them with the very limited clothes he was wearing.

 

“Hey, Shuji.” Max interrupted the high schooler’s.

     

“Get out dirtbag, we’re doing something.”

 

“Dad asked me to charge his watch before he gets home.”

 

“So?” Shuji asked, refusing to look at Max anymore, instead focusing on his phone.

 

Max looked at his Dad’s watch next to Shuji and sighed.

 

“Just pass it to me, its right next to you.”

 

Shuji looked next to him on the table and saw the watch. He looked up at Max and saw how bored he looked, in his soft pajama bottoms and nothing else. Yeah, Shuji thought for a moment how Max had grown and looks a lot more adult now than he did before, but right after that thought, looking at how bored Max looked, made Shuji bored looking at Max and vibrated his tongue viciously between his lips as he blew a raspberry. Shuji then picked up the watch, turning away from Max as he sat on the chair and played with it. His friends started to laugh to themselves, turning back to Max to see what he’d do.

 

Max sighed and shook his head.

 

“Fuck, Shuji. Just toss it.”

 

Shuji started to whistle as he tried to watch on and put on a fake expression of approval at how it looked on him.

 

“Damn, this clock tells the time really good.”

 

“Oh yeah?” One of Shuji’s friends bounced off him.

 

“Yeah, real good. It’s an ace watch, let me tell you.”

 

“Fuck you Shuji, come on.” Max was tired and frustrated that his father called him in the middle of him getting at it in his room. He just wants to go back and continue, but he had to do this for his Dad first, so he went into the room and went to grab the watch from Shuji.

 

Shuji saw this from the corner of his eye and slid it off his wrist and looked towards his friend who responded, turning his back to Max more intentionally as he approached him. The friend was standing on the other end of the table, across from him.

 

“Here, take a look at it.” Shuji tossed to the friend as Max approached, who groaned as the watch got tossed away from him. The room laughed and Shuji turned his head to laugh at Max himself. Max tried to ignore Shuji, and pushed off him to go around the table.

 

Shuji looked down and over Max as he walked up to and around him, twisting his head and almost hairless body towards where Max would have to go next to get the watch. Max walked past him, and Shuji raised his hands up for a catch and his friend tossed it over Max’s head as he approached him. Shuji laughed and held the watch, laughing harder at Max’s expression as he turned back. Shuji turned his body against Max as he got up to him, trying to get the watch and keeping it away as he was still taller by a bit. He felt his brother’s almost naked and warm body pressing against him and looked down over, seeing Max spreading himself thin trying to get the watch.

 

That’s when Shuji noticed the clear mound shifting in between Max’s legs and devilishly grinned. He tossed the watch with his good hand away from Max, and waited until Max started to move past him to strike. He slammed his hand all the way in, knuckle first into Max’s young yogurt tanks. The sound of quick motioned backhand hitting fat, full and hanging meat with almost no protection, created a loud smack in the room, getting everyone’s full attention.

 

Max’s eyes bulged out and took a step back, holding onto Shuji’s arm as his focus suddenly shifted. Like two years ago, his mind went blank for a moment and this time, fear swelled up within him. He looked down and worried as the pain seeped into him and pulled him to his knees. This time though, he was able to use his hands to keep himself up and cover them.

 

“Ohh ohh… ahhh, fuck! Fuck you Shuji, my balls… mphf.” Max let out as he grimaced in pain and concern on his knees.

 

“Ahaha, gottem!”

 

“Nice shot, Shuji!”

 

“Haha, poor Max always getting it to the nuts.”

 

“Oh my God yeah! Again! Poor Max, dude.”

 

Max stewed on his knees for a bit but it wasn’t as bad as it was 2 years ago. It stung, and he couldn’t move for a bit, but it was manageable. It still made him feel sick though.

 

“Fuck you Shuji…” Max angrily spat as he slammed his hand into Shuji’s shin. Max grimaced and carefully caressed his package as it stung.

 

“Haha, you deserve it, chump!”

 

“Fuck you, dude… don’t slap my balls, argh… gah… mmmm…”

 

“Fuck you, I’ll do what I want faggot. Now get out of here.”

 

Those words really stuck into Max. He’s been starting to watch weird videos with guys recently and he wasn’t sure what that meant. Although Shuji’s called him a fag before, hearing Shuji call him that right then in his irritated state, really made an impact. Max felt something rise up in him as the pain dissipated, and suddenly he stood up to Shuji. He didn’t say anything as he rose, just cupped his bulge in his thin sweats and angrily looked at Shuji. His fit, young upper body was tensing somewhat as well.

 

“The fuck you looking at, fag? Fuck off-”

 

“Don’t call me fag. And stop hitting my balls.”

 

“What? That’s like the first time I hit your balls.”

 

“Stop, I’m serious! Ok!?” Max said angrily, glaring at Shuji. He moved his hands to his sides and closed his fists.

 

Shuji looked over Max, who suddenly got so much more tense. He was standing tall and firm, hands at his side. His body was still young and he hasn’t fleshed it out much, but he could see that there was some real power inside there. Shuji also saw the mound in Max’s pants again, which he was told not to touch. He remembers kicking them a couple years ago, and remembered thinking it might’ve been good if they stopped working then. The idea made Shuji smirk at this moment, looking at the more grown and toned brother from before. The idea felt kinda hilarious and perfect to Shuji as stood up to Max, rose over him and walked up. Shuji knows he’s stronger than Max. And what's Max gonna do about it?

 

As he got closer to Max, Max leaned in, not ready to be intimidated. As he did, he felt a deep, sudden pressure in his already sore left nut. The moment he felt it, he yelped in a high pitch and his legs were taken out from underneath him.

 

All of Shuji’s friends couldn’t help but laugh as Shuji simply lifting his hand with a knuckle bent out out, and sinking it into exactly where Max forcefully told him not to put it, elicited such a girly, weak sounding yelp. Max tried to look and sound so tough just a moment before and suddenly Max ploppe straight to the floor, helplessly holding his bulge and suddenly getting sent to Sickville on his knees once again.

 

Being disrespected and debilitated like this was very frustrating for Max. Not only was it obviously embarrassing but the pain was so sudden and surprising, and so concentrated that doing anything other than curling over it and wincing felt impossible at the moment, no matter how angry he felt. It welled tears up in his eyes, hearing everyone laugh over him after he finally stood up to Shuji. The pain rung deep within his young body.

 

“Haha! Fucking wimp, I told you. I’ll do whatever I want, you faggoty ass bitch. Stay on your knees.”

 

Max grew incensed on the floor, covering his attacked and sore balls. The pain was radiating through him, but hearing those words meant so much more. He suddenly threw his pain away and jumped into Shuji, knocking the chair over and raining down punches all over him.

 

“Don't call! Me Faggot! Don’t touch! My! Balls!” Max bellowed as he punched Shuji over and over, Shuji’s friends cheering and hollering over them. They cleared out of the way as best they could and watched as Shuji tried to escape Max’s rage.

Shuji started punching back and trying to push Max over, being bigger and stronger, and was able to. Max was still a pretty slim kid so he didn’t weight much, but that didn’t take away from the ferocity of the punches he was throwing.

 

The two brother’s punched and tossed around but Shuji ended up on top and after throwing some punches at Max, but Max just kept on trying to fight back. Shuji curled his head in and went on the defense, looking down as Max kept on attacking over him. Once again, Shuji saw the meat in Max’s pants, noticing it flopping as Max threw his all into his outburst.

Shuji thought this might be dirty, but spite, self-defense and deep-rooted disdain convinced Shuji that he had to do it. Plus, the idea of taking this idiot half-Jap out of the gene pool seemed like a good idea in the moment. Shuji shot his hand down to Max’s flopping meat, pushed past the swinging hose and quickly grabbed a handful of his half-brother’s fruit tree and squeezed it like a water balloon that needed to pop.

 

Max screamed out and pulled his hands inwards at the sudden intrusion. It shocked the room and caught their attention. 

 

 “Holy fuck, he got him by the balls!”

 

"The nuts, the nuts, ahhh!" 

 

Instinctively, feeling his gonads get grabbed forced Max hit his brother harder, with more reason and anger, but after a couple of seconds of Shuji continuing to constrict Max’s nuts, the pain overpowered Max and he weakened. He whined and shook, trying to pull Shuji off his balls.

 

“That’s brutal, shit dude!”

 

"He's gonna cry!" 

 

“Twist, twist, twist!”

 

At the sadistic suggestion, Shuji twisted his wrist and Max silently screamed. His eyes bulging and mouth puckering as his face and leg twitched. Shuji continued to squeeze and twist, Max’s body began shaking as the pain rocked him. His testicles getting squeezed, tensed his entire frame as an explosive, sharp pain took over Max’s once furious and motivated young vigor. Now, it was just weak and helpless. You could see how limp his body was, especially without a shirt on.

 

“My balls, my balls, let go Shuji. Ahhh... please, please I give let go.” Max whined helplessly.

 

Shuji loosened his grip but didn’t let go. He pushed over onto Max, lying over him with his torso over Max’s naked stomach, his legs hanging off to the side as his dominant hand loosely held Max’s heavy sack. Shuji rested for a moment, giving Max a small respite from agony too.

 

But suddenly, Shuji dug his forearm into Max’s chin and started to squeeze Max’s nuts again. Max groaned and tensed, trying to push off Shuji but he couldn’t find the power.

 

“What did you say before, huh? About your balls? Huh?”

 

“Please, let go. My balls, stop-”

 

“That’s it! You said to not touch your balls, right fag? Well fuck you.”

Shuji twisted and dug his fingers into the center of Max’s nuts. Max’s eyes rolled as pain soared higher and higher by the second. He was choking as the pain climaxed infinitely, his firm testicles compressing and bending inwards of themselves. He could feel them screaming for help, burning a hole in his body and psyche. There was absolutely nothing in the world that mattered to Max other than the reality that his balls were getting absolutely decimated.

 

“Don’t tell me what to do! Okay!? You’re lucky if I let you keep them! You’re a disgrace!”

 

Max had no response to Shuji’s outburst and could only tense in fear as his plums were getting grinded by Shuji’s angry fingers. Despite Shuji’s friends finding it too much before, Max is no longer a kid and seeing him get embarrassed like this was a lot more amusing this time. The crowd was howling and laughing, teasing and joking the entire time and no one thought anything of it. Despite how tense the brothers were in the moment, they were oblivious to it. It was a sport to them.

 

“Yo, Max is gonna cry!”

“I would to!”

 

“Cry, cry, cry!”

 

“Yo what if he pisses himself!?”

 

“Don’t’! Eww!”

 

“He’s got him by the nuts! He’s gonna puke, he’s gonna cry!”

 

Shuji shook and slammed his hand inwards, emphasizing for Max once more.

 

“…”

 

Shuji went to say something, but he couldn’t find the words. He just stayed pushing down on Max, feeling his balls try to squirm and escape out of his hand but not letting them worm away. Pressing down into the fat, meaty wads and crushing the orb in the middle, Shuji kept on wondering if he added pressure, would he hear a pop in Max's tainted fertility. But as he increased the pressure and tried harder and harder to shatter Max’s testicles with his bare hand, Shuji felt he was making no progress towards neutering his half-brother.  

 

Angrily, Shuji let go and pushed off of Max. Max didn’t waste any time and pulled his hands in and let out a sigh of respite, which last only a moment before it turned into a vicious cough. The young man cradled his fragile eggs as they slowly reformed to their original form, the pain plateauing somewhere beyond believable. Max’s young, tight and warm almost body shuddered from the pain and curled up on the floor. He whined, resigned and withheld tears as best as he could. Meanwhile, Shuji stormed away, leaving his friends in the room laughing and talking shit over Max who couldn’t move if he tried.

 

The friends stuck around in the living room for about ten minutes before they wondered where Shuji went and went to look around for him, leaving Max alone in the room for the first time. Once Max realized this, he pulled his pants away from his pants to take a look at his balls. They looked pretty red and swollen, but not much more. He put his cold hand on his swollen sack and yelped out weakly, before moaning. He kept his hand covering his sack and lied on the floor for some time.

 

 

It took some time before Max made it back to his room to rest again. This was the second time this happened to him and this time, it was so much worse. Not just in pain, which he’s sure it was, but for so many more reasons. Everyone laughing and watching him for so long this time, made it feel so much worse. At least before he had pity. But this time, he had no pity, he got totally humiliated and bitched out, and this was the first time he really stepped up to Shuji. And as a result, he got put down so much harder than ever before. Despite the rage and disdain he felt for Shuji, standing up to him felt even more impossible now. He felt demotivated and incapable. Things felt more set in stone than ever before after this.

 

This all took a toll on Max in more ways than one. Not only was he more mopey in school, but he had an obvious limp for a few days. His friend Ted noticed and asked him about it.

 

“It’s nothing.”

 

“No, come on. Something happened. Come on, no one else is around.”

 

Max sighed and thought about it. If there’s any of his friends at school he trusts, it’s probably Ted. He’s got that kind of face. Friendly and handsome, with honest eyes and a really fun smile. Max felt a bit better seeing Ted reach out like this and wanted to reach too.

 

So, he told him what happened a few days ago.

 

 

“…Damn. That’s fucked up bro. He always goes for your balls?”

 

Max thought about it and shook his head. He then told him about 2 years ago.

 

 

“Fuck… haha, damn sorry. That’s not funny, but it’s kinda genius.”

 

“Fuck you dude.”

 

“Hey, hey, sorry. I just played that game a lot before and it never occurred to me… damn. But really… fuck, that’s messed up. You couldn’t get him back?”

 

“Uhh…” Max thought about it for a second. He kinda knew what he meant, but he wasn’t sure.

 

“I mean, I tried to fight him. But he grabbed my balls, bro.”

 

“Yeah, so why didn’t you grab his nuts first? He slapped your balls over and over, you gotta defend yourself bro.”

 

“I did!”

 

“Yeah, but you didn’t go as far as he did! That’s why you lost! You knew balls were in play and you didn’t go for them?”

 

Max didn’t say anything and only looked down. For some reason, up until that very point, it didn’t really click for the fifteen year old that he could’ve also went for Shuji’s balls. It’s not like he didn’t realize Shuji had balls or anything. Max just somehow evaded the thought. Then he thought about it more next to Ted and shook his head.

 

“Nah, I can’t…”

 

“Why not? He fucking owns your balls bro, you gotta get him back.”

 

“He doesn’t own my balls…”

 

“Dude. You literally told him not to touch your balls, and then he made you cry by squeezing them. Fuck, it’s making me sick thinking about it. Fuck, it also makes me want to smack your balls myself!” Ted reared back and feigned a strike, scaring Max something terribly.

 

“Dude, that’s not funny.” Max insisted, covering himself furiously and worriedly. The fear was palpable.

 

“Haha, yes it is… but really. You can’t let him walk over you. I’ll even help you if you want.”

 

“I don’t need your help.”

 

“Dude, you sure? It sounds like you’re having trouble. I don’t want you to get stepped on like this. I’ll come over your place this weekend, okay? And you’re going to stand up to Pooji then, okay?”

 

“It’s Shuji-”

 

“I know what I said! Now… seriously. You gotta fucking deck him in his balls, okay? He has to know you’ll fight back and won’t take that shit like a bitch. It hurts like a bitch… but you gotta make him a bitch first, alright? Got me, bitch?”

 

Max appreciated Ted’s words and jokes and realized he might be right. He has to step up to Shuji and bust his balls back. Max can’t keep on letting Shuji get away with whatever he wants. Yeah, Shuji’s ridiculously handsome and a golden egg in the family. But eggs are meant to get broken, after all. Max learned that the hard way. Maybe it’s time for Shuji to learn that too.

 

 

Over the next week, Max tried to amp himself up and get ready for busting Shuji. He thought about how he’d do it, what he’d say and how it would feel. Of course, it’ll feel fucking awesome! Max thought to himself. Shuji’s had this coming forever, and it’s time Max finally gets the upper hand.

 

At the same time though, Max thought about what if Shuji complains to Dad. Max never complains to Dad when Shuji messes with him, but he wouldn’t put it past Shuji to get him in trouble like that.

 

“Dude if he does that, he admits defeat. Don’t worry.”

 

Ted’s words seemed reasonable, and it convinced Max to go through with it even more. But then he thought about, what if he hits them too hard and they break? He might want nieces and nephews…

 

“Ah, fuck that! You have enough meat down there for the whole family!”

 

Laughing helped Max move on from that problem and look forward to maybe being the only future in the family for once, instead of being the dimly lit one. But on Friday, Max wondered what if he misses? He’s never went for someone’s nuts before…

 

“Then I’ll make sure I hit him, don’t worry. It’ll be a lot easier to hit him in the balls after he’s already been sacked once.”

 

Max trusted Ted and looked forward to tomorrow. But when that day came, Max saw all of Shuji’s friends in the living room again. Max hid in his room and realized that this wasn’t going to be the day he gets revenge.

 

“Fuck that dude! This is it!” Ted insisted in Shuji’s funky smelling room.

 

“No Ted, I can’t, not in front of everyone. They just saw me get bitched out-”

 

“Exactly why this is perfect! They’ll see the revenge that you got on your big bro! It’ll make it really mean something.”

 

“Ted… seriously, I can’t do this.”

 

“No, you can. Max, look at me you beautiful bastard.”

 

Max looked at Ted and Ted stared back. Intently, seriously and as American as apple pie. The fellow high schooler looked deeply into Max’s eyes and saw something behind them that neither of them understood. But Ted saw it and knew he had to try to get this going.

 

“This is it, alright? If you keep on thinking of reasons why you shouldn’t, you never will. So, fucking do it bro. I got your back. Just go in there, and stand up to Pooji.”

 

Max nodded and felt like Ted was onto something. His resolve grew stronger as he stood there, staring at Ted and absorbing the speech.

 

“Call him Shitji, please. We’re not children anymore.”

 

Ted laughed and playfully smacked Max on his cheek. “That’s my boy. Let’s go get him.”

 

The two friends made their way to the living room, where Shuji and his friends always are. As the two approached, the crowd called out to Max.

 

“Hey, Max! How are your balls bro?”

 

“You good? They still working?”

 

“Do you need Shuji to lend you your balls or something?”

 

Shuji and his friends laughed, Shuji giving them a high five and complimenting them on a “nice one” before looking back to his brother.

 

Shuji had a feeling that what happened before won’t be the last of it. He hasn’t spoken to Max at all since then, and Max hasn’t even looked at him. Like the total bitch that he is, Shuji thought. 

 

Honestly though, over the last week, Shuji thought about it and almost accepted receiving some payback from Max. Not that he’d offer it, but he understood what he did. But if Max is going to be a bitch about it, then Shuji’s going to keep on making him a bitch.

 

“Who’s that, your boyfriend?” Shuji asked.

 

Ted nudged Max, who cleared his throat before he spoke. A couple of Shuji’s friends giggled to themselves.

 

“Shut up, Shuji. He’s a friend.”

 

“Yeah? Well… ok. Get out.”

 

“No.”

 

“Oh? Why not? You want me to grab your balls again, huh fag?”

 

Max’s face hardened as he moved forward. His handsome mixed face was contorted in anger and determination. Shuji’s clean and perfect face on the other hand, was collected and amused. Max never found Shuji’s face so punchable before.

 

“Don’t call me a fucking fag, bitch. And don’t touch my balls again.”

 

“Yeah, or what? Huh? You gonna start crying again? Did you tell your boyfriend what happened last time you said that?” Shuji said, looking straight at Ted, whose expression stayed firm and true.

 

“Don’t look at him.” Max said, standing in front of Shuji. Shuji’s friend’s oooo’d and oooohhhh’d as the confrontation sparked up once again.

 

Shuji looked over Max once again, seeing that Max was wearing a pair of shorts and a tee shirt this time, the same thing he’s wearing. Different colors, but both shorts and shirts fit the two equally well. Shuji stood up and took off his shirt, bumping into Max after he did. The crowd cheered and whistled for Shuji’s body, which was lean and very fit. His body was certainly healthy and built. It was clear that a perfect face came with a perfect body in Shuji’s case.

 

“You want me to do it again?” Shuji asked, pushing his hand out to meet with Max’s nut once again. But this time, Max held his hand out and caught Shuji’s hand. After he realized he caught Shuji in a trap, Max became enraged and inspired. While still holding onto Shuji’s hand, he pushed himself in and fell with Shuji, falling onto some of Shuji’s friends who had to climb and crawl out from underneath the two brothers who began fighting again.

 

The crowd, which now included Ted, was cheering and encouraging the fight to continue. Shuji’s friends were cheering for Shuji for the most part, but a couple thought it would be fun if Max won, so they cheered for him.

 

The two brother’s grappled and punched at each other, Max being painfully aware of keeping his balls protected and Shuji also acting the same, sure that Max would be aiming there. This left both brother’s somewhat slower and more cautious than they would be, but it did not demotivate the crowd’s cheering at all.

 

Max and Shuji grappled around, and Max made sure to keep Shuji’s hands contained, so he held onto them tightly to keep them together. He did the same to the other hand and tried to contain Shuji’s hands, but Shuji was bigger and stronger, so it was difficult. Despite that, Shuji found it hard to slip out of Max’s grip, especially as he started to dig his nails in, so he stood up and tried to pull his hands away. Max reaffirmed his grip and tried to lock his hands in, which at first drew contention from Shuji. But after a moment, Shuji remembered something and interlocked his fingers into Max, just like they did 2 years ago. Shuji then dug his nails in and smiled, remembering a great memory he had.

 

However, Max was a lot stronger this time and can’t be held down so easily anymore. Max, carefully keeping his legs twisted so Shuji can’t get access to his balls again, didn’t have the power or standing to really compete with Shuji’s position. But despite that, he still tried to twist and dig his hands into Shuji’s, just like Shuji was doing, and twisted with and against Shuji in deep, mirrored battle. The two stopped fighting traditionally and just tried to outdo the other, with Max eventually spreading his legs in order to get a better position.

 

It was as if this was the moment he was waiting for. Carefully, looking down at the shorts in front of him, he didn’t waste another moment and went for it, not wanting to miss the chance and strike too late. Ted took a hold of Shuji’s shorts and pulled them down to his ankles, showing everyone in the room that Shuji was wearing a very tight, bright blue pair of boxer briefs that accentuated all of his curves magnificently.

 

Shuji looked down at the sudden breeze and realized his shorts were at his ankles. His eyes widened open as he saw his underwear highlighting his proud manhood. The stereotype of the size of Asian men seemed to have forgotten Shuji, as he had a very healthy wad of meat in his underwear, which was clear as day.

The crowd cheered and laughed at this, causing Shuji to look around and panic, trying to pull his hands back. But he would not be able to do so with Max holding onto his hands.

Max stared at Shuji’s bulge and suddenly realized what he came here to do. His hands were locked, so he couldn’t use his hands, so he did what was most natural to him. Max pulled himself in and aggressively, eyes only focused at the two clear, heavy sacks pressing at the bottom of Shuji’s light blue underwear, and jammed his knee up as hard and high as he can. He felt Shuji’s balls flatten under his knee and get crushed into his hard pelvis. It was a direct hit, a two pointer. Both balls were caught between a rock and a hard place.

Suddenly, Shuji’s eyes split open and stayed there. Even as Max retracted his knee, Shuji stood shocked in fear and understanding that the pain was bound to be coming. He stood there, almost lifeless with his young, ripped and healthy male body as he awaited the dam to break within him.

 

SMACK

 

Max couldn’t believe it. He looked down at the sound and saw a foot buried deep, deep within Shuji’s crotch, lifting and jiggling his bulge right in front of him. Max looked up for just a moment and saw Ted standing behind Shuji, pulling his foot out and taking a step back. He looked back up at Max and smiled, speaking with his eyes rather than his mouth. Ted’s eyes stayed firm and true, and didn’t leave Max’s eyes. Max looked back down to see Shuji’s legs wobbling and collapse. Shuji’s handsome face was wide open, confused and shaking, his eyes rolled and the veins in his neck were as prominent as the bulge between his legs.

 

The pain was beyond a scale for Shuji. He had no thoughts, the understanding within him was the very primal idea of his fertility cracking under the pressure. He just felt a sickening, brutal, devouring pain that circled and burned deep within him. It felt like it was sucking everything in around his testicles as they exploded in a supernova. It wasn’t just a knee to the balls he withstood, but a sudden, loud and brutal kick from behind. Shuji choked and bent over, looking sick.

 

“Say mercy, Shitji.”

 

Shuji couldn’t say anything as he gasped for air, the black holes between his legs was taking all the breath within him. The pain was making him dizzy and he somehow knew he wasn't going to be alright.

 

SMACK

 

Max reared his leg back and slammed it into Shuji’s eggs, crushing the little factories with his foot and crunching them as Max’s foot went up and shoved itself between Shuji’s ass cheeks. The sound of the slap shocked the entire room, not expecting another brutal attack so soon. They fell silent for seconds, until the sound of Shuji’s gurgle mixed with backed up air, bile and agony burped out of his mouth. After wetting the floor, Shuji tried to collapse down but he was being held up by his hands by his little half-brother. The half and half young man acted without remorse.

 

“Say mercy, Shitji. Say it, or I’ll kick you again.”

 

“P-please… oh God…”

“Say it. Say Mercy.”

 

Shuji tried to fall to the floor again, head hanging and legs totally spread out. Max angrily raised his arms once more and then jammed his foot into Shuji’s tight, blue bulge once again, causing it to shake and readjust in its pouch. This kick was loud and brutal once again, Shuji yelled out and tensed over the impact. His mouth opened wider as his eyes rolled back and he fell even limper after his body tensed over the kick. After Max pulled his foot out after the kick, he pushed it back in one more time, this time with his toes aimed directly up into Shuji’s balls. There, he dug his toes in, pushed on Shuji’s balls with his toes and tried his best to torture his half-brother. Shuji whimpered and shook at this, his eyes now closed and body lurching.

 

It was at this moment, that Max decided he didn’t feel like listening to the rules anymore. He let go of one of Shuji’s limp hands and quickly threw himself in. With one hand still holding Shuji’s, the other hand reached in and took a hold of Shuji’s balls tightly. He pushed Shuji onto his back, tightening his grip on both hands, twisting and jerking them as he held Shuji’s fruits violently.

 

“Oooo, nonono no more, stop! I can’t, I can’t-”

 

“Say Mercy, bitch!” Max insisted as he savagely twisted and squeezed Shuji’s eggs with even more intent. He stared down at his powerless older brother, his strong, toned muscles tightly wound as his body was being victimized in front of all of his friends. They were silent and in awe at the older, golden boy getting brutalized by his mutt of a little brother. Suddenly, a shift in Max’s grip released a blood curdling scream from Shuji’s mouth, the pain intensifying tenfold. The scream bled into a groan, which was pulled around and really juiced out as Max dug his talons into Shuji’s manhood, not caring if he were to find mercy deep within Shuji’s manhood.

 

Shuji was shirtless, sweating and totally overwhelmed on his back. Max never saw Shuji’s face like this, and he never saw him cry either. As tears started to build up in the corner of his eyes and make their way down his heightened cheeks, Max pressed down even harder on Shuji’s nuts. Shuji’s mouth opened and pulled back, his perfect teeth showing and a breathless, pathetic whine escaped in a high pitched tone.

 

“Say mercy, or I’ll start punching them.”

 

“No, no please… haaaa… oh, no fuck. M-mercy, mercy. My balls, my balls… I-I-I-” Shuji stammered out pathetically, not able to finish the sentence as Max twisted his wrist again and caused Shuji to twist himself, a painful, burning whine to go along.

 

Max waited a moment, then let go of Shuji’s balls and hand, and finally let the senior in High School hold his battered balls in his underwear. Shuji held his balls and twisted away, pulling his hand up to his stomach and pushing his head into the ground. Shuji built up tension then let it out in a sad, wretched whine as he released it all and lied limp on the floor. His body was covered in sweat from head to toe, his tight blue underwear showing his ass to the world and his shorts wrapped around his ankles. Shuji, who seemed once perfect, seemed indubitably tortured and miserable on the floor.

 

Max looked down at Shuji then looked around at everyone else. It was silent, all except for Shuji’s gentle cries. Then it was just him coughing and groaning. Then it was just him dry-heaving, but nothing more coming out.

 

“Ooo… my balls, fuck. I can’t… I can’t breathe. Ohh… fuck, ohh nooo… Ahhh…aaaaa… fuuucckk…” Shuji cried pathetically on the floor.

 

“Dude! That was fucking epic!” Ted broke in and congratulated Max, who was in something of a trance until he felt Ted shake his shoulder. Ted noticed that Max just came back to and continued.

 

“You fucked him up so bad, holy shit dude!”

 

“Uhh y-yeah haha! I did, didn’t I!?”

 

“Fuck yeah you did!”

 

“Yeah! And you did too! You pulled his pants down, bro!”

 

“And then you kneed him in the balls!”

 

“And then you kicked him right afterwards!”

 

“I know! And dude, oh my God. That line right afterwards. Fucking. Chills.”

 

“Haha, dude it came out so naturally!”

“I noticed! Fuck dude, you’re such a badass!”

 

“Haha, thanks! It’s thanks to you, man. Seriously.”

 

“No, no, stop. It was you”

 

“No, of course it wasn’t! You had to talk me into it so many times.”

 

“Because you were trying to talk yourself out of it! You know it was the right thing to do.”

 

“I mean, maybe. But fuck. Damn dude, I’m so hyped up! I want to do some more!”

 

“Bro, chill.” One of Shuji’s friends butted in. “Maybe he had that coming, but that’s enough. Chill for now.”

 

“Shuji had that coming? For what he did last week?”

 

“And a couple years ago! You remember-”

 

“Oh yeah! I remember! Fuck, dude! Holy shit, I can’t believe I forgot!”

 

The conversation picked back up around Shuji, as he lied, in insurmountable agony on the floor. Clutching the broken manhood that he’s earned over these years, and then some. Shuji would stick to his room for the next couple of days, missing school for reasons that those there that day knew and understood. The talk spread and everyone learned that Shuji got his balls busted by a couple of sophomores, including his half-brother Max.

 

Max on the other hand, became a different person after that day. He and Shuji weren’t friends afterwards, but Shuji learned to respect Max more. After Max finally stood up for himself, there isn’t much else Shuji can do.

 

That doesn’t mean he has to accept him into the family or anything though. And Shuji realized it’s probably fine if Max goes on and has kids, spreading the family genes. After all, he’s not totally sure if he’ll be able to anymore.