Snowglobe: Part 1 - Christmas

Part 1 in a multi part story. A couple parts are set out and will come later, but they will come. This one is a little... different. Discretion advised. This part and the next part especially. I hope you guys enjoy it though, I had a lot of fun working through this with PrinceOfMars (Jack Tibbler Author). I haven't done anything quite like this before, and I really appreciate what we worked together to inspire. 

 

 With Love, Lenny.

 

 

 

“So yeah, I totally railed her.”

 

“Ewww shut up bro, that’s nasty!”

 

“What? It’s not nasty, it’s cool, dumbass.” Sam grimaced, shifting around and trying to feel cool again. He thought telling his little brother about how he fucked a rich girl behind her poolhouse would be a fun way to spend some time in this lame town. 

“She wanted me so badly bro, she didn’t even give me a chance to put a condom on, I went in raw.”

“Stop, stupid!” Hunter yelled, grimacing as he shook his blonde head and turned around. “You’re nasty, I can’t believe you got me all hyped and it’s just you being gross.” 

 

Sam pouted as his younger brother by 4 years, wearing just tight briefs and t-shirt, stormed away from his cozy, but boring cabin room . There was no internet in this stupid cabin that their parents took them to for the stupid holidays, and he was looking forward to sharing this fun story with Hunter so he could spend the night showing it off. Sam didn’t expect his younger brother to be such so stupid about it. 

 

Sam jumped out of his bed, also in his tight, short briefs that left much of his legs on display, and ran up to his younger brother, throwing him into a headlock. The two boys began grappling, which certainly benefited the older. 

 

Sam was a wrestler at his high school, so this was his comfort zone; grappling, rubbing and pressing against his younger brother in a juvenile, almost purposeless fight. The two were bumping into the wall, falling into the floor and cursing at each other, which could be heard throughout the log cabin. 

 

“I can hear you guys from all the way down here, KNOCK IT OFF!” Mom yelled from down the stairs. 

 

 It didn’t put any pause to the boys' battle. They continued to grapple and fight off each other. Neither of the two were strangers to this or each other, even though they were both in tight underwear and not much else. They were used to seeing each other intimately. Feeling each other all over in brotherly wrestling battles was a weekly occurrence for them. Hunter was especially used to feeling Sam stretching him out and pressing his body against his; the younger brother was no stranger to feeling Sam’s manhood, which often pushed against fabric to it’s limit, rubbing all over him. Sam was very well endowed, which was clear to all of his wrestling buddies every time he put on a singlet. 

 

 

Despite Sam being the bigger and older brother, Hunter was still healthy and fit himself. A baseball player, he would be more in his comfort zone batting balls around; but these brother’s never went that low with each other intentionally, and always respected each other. Sam has plenty of bad older brother experiences with Derek when he was a lot younger. He’s learned what not to do early on. 

 

“Get off, get off I give.” Hunter whined, no longer flailing in Sam’s educated hold. 

 

Sam let go and backed off, getting up himself and Hunter followed after. 

 

“Haaa… ahh, you’re still nasty, Sam.” Hunter said, short of breath. 

 

“Shut up! You just don’t get it. Go back to your room and grow some hair down here!” Sam said, grabbing his meaty bulge and pulling on it. Ever since he’s gotten a couple golden curls on his smooth sack, he’s gotten insufferable. 

 

 

“If that means I’m going to be disgusting like you, then I don’t want any!”

 

“Doesn’t matter if you want them or not, Hunter. They’re gonna come, and you’re lucky you got a cool bro like me to help you through it.” Sam smiled cockily, winking and forcing a groan out of Hunter. 

 

“You’re such a dork. I don’t get how you have friends sometimes.” Hunter said with a smirk, toying with his older brother. 

 

“Whatever, bro. You just wish you were could see that 21 Savage show with me when we get back, no cap!”

 

“Haha, miss me with that! You can give that ticket to that girl you did that nasty with, keep me out of it.” Hunter smiled, falling onto his brother’s bed. 

 

“Yeah, yeah don’t have to tell me twice. Like I’d want to spend a night with you up my ass.” 

 

Hunter laid back on the bed and laughed, Sam stretching out on the bed a few feet from Hunter. 

 

After a few seconds, the two brother’s laid still, smiling and staring at the ceiling of Sam’s room in the log cabin. Hunter has his own room too, but the only difference is location. There’s no TV or WiFi or anything. Hunter groaned and turned it into a sentence. 

 

“Mmmmmmaaaaaan… I really wish we wouldn’t have to spend Christmas here… I’m so bored!” 

 

“Yeah, and the locals are real annoying too.” Sam grimaced. 

 

Hunter tossed and turned for a moment. “I mean…” the younger brother whined, turning to his brother before he continued.  “...why were you throwing rocks at their cars though. You heard that guy, you could’ve broken a window.”

 

“But I didn’t! And wouldn’t have either, they were just pebbles, idiot. He was overreacting.” Sam insisted, gently kicking Hunter’s leg boredly. Hunter’s bare leg shifted at the motion and gently swayed around, foot firmly on the bed. 

 

“Whatever. I get it though, it’s boring here.”

 

“I don’t get how people lived like this before. It’s so ANNOYING! I need SOMETHING to happen!!” 

 

“QUIET DOWN, FOR THE LAST TIME! YOU’RE GIVING ME A HEADACHE!”

 

“THIS TOOOWN IS GIVING ME A HEADACHE! THERE’S NO INTERNET! I’M BOOORED!” Sam screamed back. 

 

“READ A BOOK!” Mom yelled back. 

 

“GO FOR A RUN, YOU NEED TO KEEP IN YOUR WEIGHT CLASS, WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A LOT TO EAT OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS!” Dad yelled back next, ever conscious of his boy’s athletic prospects. 

 

“I KNOW, I KNOW… jeeze, I fucking hate this place.” Sam said, turning over onto his stomach and facing his head into the bed. “At least Derek’s not here. I’m going to sleep.”

 

Hunter sat up, looking down at his prone older brother. Bubble butt snug in his underwear, lying motionless. Hunter doesn’t know this, but for what he’s about to do, Derek would’ve thrown Sam down the stairs. Hunter blew a raspberry and stood up, but not before slapping his older brother’s ass. He laughed at the sound and jiggle of it, and Sam snapped up to take a hold of Hunter. 

 

“You think that’s funny!?” Sam threw out with a smile, putting his little bro in a headlock. Hearing him laugh under his arm motivated Sam to rub his knuckle against Hunter’s blonde hair.

 

“Your dam, right! Get off me!” 

 

The next day mercifully came for the boys, and they got all dressed up to go see old family and family friends; none of which Sam or Hunter wanted to see or knew anything about. They didn’t want to be here, but they were kind enough when introduced. Yet, when they had free time at the family get together, they struggled to maintain their manners and smile. Especially Sam. 

 

Hunter followed Sam around outside of the cabin, walking along the snowy ground and making snowballs. Sam made one and tossed it to Hunter. 

 

“Hey, baseball player. Dare you to hit that squirrel with it.” 

 

Hunter took a look at the squirrel his big bro was pointing at with his gloved hand. He looked back at Sam with a grimace. Sam sighed in his varsity wrestling jacket. 

 

“Come on, don’t be a wimp.”

 

“I’m not a wimp… but–”

 

“Come on, don’t let that old coot get to you. Have some fun, I’ll buy you a Snickers if you hit that.”

 

Hunter’s eyes furrowed as he looked at the squirrel and pressed the snowball together in his hands. It felt firm, and the squirrel was too busy doing stupid squirrel things on the tree branch to notice the plot being devised to end it’s life. 

 

Hunter shook his head, reared back and wasted no time with his throw, hitting the squirrel in the lower hip, knocking it back and forcing it into fight or flight, scurrying away along the snowy branch, snow avalanching off. 

 

“Haha, awesome hit bro!” Sam said proudly, grabbing Hunter’s head and pulling it in. 

 

“Did you see that, I whacked it real good!” 

“I saw, epic shot!”

 

“That was pretty cruel, don’t you think?”

 

The two boys turned around and saw an older gentleman standing a few feet from them. He had on scrutinizing glasses and a coat that both kept old man’s bones warm and contained a sense of superiority to it. Maybe dignity, but it made no difference to the brothers at the moment. Hunter’s face closed up and looked down, feeling mighty embarrassed, but Sam’s face twisted more towards a grimace. His eyes furrowed, lip stuck in a curl and he already made up his mind on what he thinks about this old man. A crotchety, boring old stick in the mud. 

 

“It was just sitting and you might’ve broken some of it’s bones. It’s gonna have a hard winter now.”

 

“Sorry, sir.” Hunter apologized meekly. 

“And what say you, sonny? You were the one who told him to. I heard it, don’t deny it.” The old man said, wrinkling his forehead. 

 

“I… I don’t think it’s a big deal. It’s just a squirrel.”

 

“Just a squirrel… well, I guess if it’s too weak to defend itself, it don’t matter. Is that it?” The old man asked Sam, who just continued to stare and said nothing. 

 

“Tough guy, eh? Haven’t you boys heard of the Krampus?”

 

The two boys stayed silent and said nothing. Krampus? It didn’t ring a bell in either of their young heads. 

 

“The Krampus… is a real legend around here. Boys and girls your age hear about him and know real well not to be a rowdy, little menaces. Unlike Santa, it don’t bring you coal. It brings you a very, very bad night.” 

 

“Sounds like a stupid story.” Sam grit through his teeth. His brows curling in and his forehead tightening. He had some snow piled up in his hands and were forming it into shape. The old man huffed and shook his head. 

 

"You best hope it's just a story." 

 

"Maybe if it's real, something interesting would happen in this stupid town." Sam grimaced, his angst seeping through.  

 

“Aren't you a little too old to be saying stuff like that? You should be a better influence on your brother, you know. He looks up to you.”

 

It felt like the ultimate low blow to Sam. That old man has some nerve, walking away after saying something like that. Does he have any idea how much better of a big brother Sam is to Hunter, than Derek was to him? Sam had a half a mind to throw his snowball at the old man before he went back inside but thought better of it. His parents would absolutely kill him for throwing a snowball at one of their “most treasured, family friends” that he’s never heard of before. Sam hopes he'll never see him again and spat on the floor. 

 

Once the old man left, Sam got up and threw the snowball as far away as he could with a loud grunt. Sam and Hunter both watched the snowball soar past the trees and against the bright sky above. The brother’s tried to follow it the whole way, but lost it against a cloud and never saw it fall down. 

 

“Stupid, fucking geezer… who does he think he is?!”

 

Sam stomped on the ground, his tight jeans bulging up and forming against him as he animatedly expressed his frustrations. 

 

“Do you think I really hurt that squirrel, Sam?” Hunter asked. 

 

“Like hell! It doesn’t matter, it’s just a stupid squirrel.” Sam pulled on the brim of his jeans and shook his leg, walking past Hunter and inside, back to where all the grown ups were. 

 

“I’m hungry.” Sam grumbled, before heading back inside. Hunter turned back to look at the snowy landscape. It was a beautiful sight, the scenery, all draped with beautiful, white cheer. He wondered if he really did hurt that squirrel or not. He thought about what if he were out here, in the cold with a broken bone in his leg. Where can he even recover if that happened? Where are squirrels' homes even, in the trees? Can squirrels climb trees with broken bones in their legs? 

 

Hunter put his face into his lap and closed his eyes. After a few seconds of that, he went inside to find his brother. 

 

Mercifully, the boys were taken from this boring cabin in the woods and went to a nearby Ma and Pa store to buy some last second gifts, including one for Derek, who she made clear wasn’t coming to the cabin with them this year as he was in Europe. At the mention of Derek, Sam grimaced and stormed to the back of the store. Hunter came in more slowly, meandering around the front of the store as their Mom looked around. 

 

Hunter’s eyes caught onto the Snickers bar at the front. He looked deeply at it, thinking about that squirrel from earlier.

 

“Why hello, young man. How are you doing today?” The old lady at the register asked Hunter, snapping him out of his daydream.

 

“Hello, mam. I’m okay.” Hunter replied, still distant and down.

 

“A little tired though? I bet this is a busy time of year for you and your family.”

 

Hunter smiled and loosened up a bit. “Yeah, it is. And there’s no reception up here either.”

 

“Ohhohoh, every young person who comes around here says the same thing.” The old lady smiled. “I wish we could help with that, but we’re just a little town.”

 

“I know, mam. It’s real pretty, though!”

 

“Why thank you, now you have a Merry Christmas, okay?” The old lady smiled and nodded her head warmly, which invited Hunter to do the same thing. 

 

The young blonde boy smiled and returned the merry sendoff, wishing her well as his mother put a few things on the counter. 

 

Meanwhile, Hunter headed towards the back of the store where his brother went off to.

 

Sam, in his tight jeans and varsity wrestling jacket, was taking a look at some snowglobes he saw towards the back of the store. He was looking at this one in particular, with Santa sitting in his sleigh and snow falling all over, shaking it and smiling as time effortlessly passed by. 

 

“C’mon boys, we’re leaving! You know how your father will be if we’re late for dinner reservations!” Mom yelled towards the back of the store for her kids to come by. It’s true too, their dad would not be happy if they would be late; he’s keeping the car running just to be sure. 

 

Sam looked around, seeing no cameras and no one around except for Hunter. Sam smirked and slid the snowglobe into his jacket and kept his hands deep in those pockets. Hunter grimaced as he watched, feeling uncomfortable but keeping pace with Sam as he headed for the exit. It was clear they weren’t going to the counter first. Hunter felt his stomach drop and pulled on Sam’s arm. 

 

“Y-you need to pay for that, bro.” He whispered loudly into ear. Sam shook his head and pushed Hunter, pulling his hand out of his pocket and pushing his index finger to his mouth, shushing Hunter. He then angrily whispered back. 

 

“Shut up, if you say anything I’m gonna kill you.” Sam grabbed Hunter’s collar and pushed him towards the door. 

 

Hunter walked out with his brother, looking back at his mom and the nice old lady at the register. She didn’t look back at him, and he felt helpless as he left with his brother. 

 

As Hunter and Sam left the store, Hunter groaned and slapped his brother’s chest. 

 

“That’s messed up, bro.”

 

“Shut up, you don’t know messed up.” 

 

“You couldn’t even steal me a Snickers bar, you promised me one!”

 

Sam reared and punched Hunter in his stomach, doubling over the young teen and stopping him in his tracks. Hunter groaned and held his belly as he tried to catch his breath and stay upright.

 

“Shut up, you were acting like a bitch about it, so I dropped it. Now get in, don’t make me smack you again.” Sam clenched as he opened the car door and slammed it shut. He sat behind Dad, who was checking his watch. 

 

Hunter groaned and slowly walked to the other side of the car, holding his stomach and feeling very upset. Sam is acting a lot worse than usual. He’s never stolen anything before, and he almost never hits him that hard. They mess around and throw jabs, but that was a hard, dead-on punch to the stomach. It doesn’t get a whole lot meaner than that, Hunter thought to himself.

 

Sam slid into the car, didn’t look at his brother and kept his head towards the window, looking back at the snowy store. He rested his head on the cold window and closed his eyes. 

 

Sam looked at Hunter in the corner of his eye, knowing that he punched Hunter too hard. But he was angry. He’s allowed to get angry too, you know? He can’t always be a cool big brother, no matter how hard he tries. Not that Hunter cares.

 

Dinner went about as boringly as everything else for Sam and Hunter, and finally they made it back to the log cabin. However, Mom and Dad had an adult party to attend to at night, and let the boys stay home by themselves, with Sam in charge of course. Mom made it very clear to Sam that he has to be responsible and take care of his brother. And especially, not to go wandering too far from the cabin while they were away. 

 

“Promise me?”

 

“Alright, I promise you! We won’t go far from the cabin. I don’t even know why we’d leave this damn place, there’s nowhere to go.”

 

“I don’t know either, but I don’t know why you’d want to take Hunter to the train crossing when you were 6 and you almost put me in the hospital looking for you two.”

 

“Mom, will you stop!”

 

“Just, take care of your brother and be nice. Please don’t make any messes, okay? We’ll be back later tonight. If anything, we’ll leave a message on the landline, okay!?”

 

“The landline? Mom. Do you know what year it is?”

 

“It’s the only thing that has service, just check it for any messages every once in a while, okay? But if you’re around, you’ll hear it go off. The ringer is silent but the voice machine is loud as fuck, you can’t-”

 

“MARIE, LET’S GO!” 

 

“COMING BOB, COMING! Come here, love you Sam.” Marie kissed her son on the forehead and told him goodbye, and Sam smiled, saying he loved her too. He watched his parents pull out of the driveway and leave, and let out a primal, pent up howl that rose the hair on Hunter’s back. 

 

“What the hell was that for!?” Hunter yelled from upstairs. 

 

“We’re freeee, brother! If only… THERE WAS ANYTHING TO FUCKING DO!” Sam jumped and slammed his feet onto the floor, screaming out and shaking in a fit. 

 

“Chill out dude, you’re so annoying!” Hunter yelled out. 

 

“Suck, my dick!” Sam yelled, pulling off his pants, bundling them up and throwing them across the living room. He then shook his pelvis around, once again wearing tight briefs, and made gun noises as he blasted imaginary creatures away with his finger guns and real-life weapon in his briefs. 

 

Time passed and Sam was lying back on the couch, shirt off and socks on, briefs bunched up over his ample meat. Thankfully, the living room was pretty warm with the fire going, so even the snow was hard outside, it was very warm inside. Despite the warmth, Sam was bored. Staring at the snowglobe he got, like he’d been doing for the last 5 minutes wasn’t entertaining him anymore. He  decided to throw some more wood into the fireplace. The fire got bigger and it made Sam smile a little. 

 

After a few minutes, the fire was burning and heating the house, Sam felt much hotter now than before. He got up off the couch and started stretching. He yelled out and sighed, turning back to the snowglobe. He wondered what Hunter was up to. 

 

Perfectly timed, Hunter came walking down the stairs, in briefs now too. He was still wearing a shirt but no socks. 

 

“Hunter, I’m boorreeed. Did I ever tell you about that time Stacey Villares sucked my dick after wrestling practice?”

 

“I don’t wanna hear that bro, God. You’re so disgusting.” Hunter said without looking at Sam, heading to the kitchen instead. 

 

“Brooo, it was so hot, I’m telling you! Head is the best, one day you’ll understand!” Sam replied, following Hunter into the kitchen. 

 

“I won’t ever understand. Being nasty with ugly girls-”

 

“No, that’s too far and you know it! They were both smoking hot!”

 

“It’s smoking hot in here! It's freezing outside, it's too hot in here.” Hunter whined after getting some water and drinking it down. 

 

“Doesn’t matter, you’ll get it soon.”

 

Hunter stopped drinking and slammed the cup on the table. “Stop saying that! I hope I don’t ever get it, you’re the worst bro.” Hunter whined, giving Sam a nasty look.

 

Sam grimaced and shook his head. “Hey, hey now. Chill out, I’m not that bad.” Sam insisted, his voice getting serious. 

 

“Shut up. I shouldn’t listen to you.” Hunter tried to walk out the kitchen, but Sam stood in front. He looked up and saw Sam looking at him with furrowed eyes. 

 

“What? Where did this come from?” Sam asked sternly. 

 

Hunter grimaced and didn’t say anything, trying to get past again, but Sam was not letting him. 

 

“Hey now, are you letting these idiot town-folk mess with your head?” Sam asked, playfully knocking his little brother on his head. “They don’t have reception up here, they’re like 50 years in the past, don’t listen to them.”

 

“Why’d you steal that snowglobe, huh? That was a nice store, you shouldn’t have done that. Mom would’ve gotten it for you, you know that.”

 

“Fuck that, this town can suck my dick.” 

 

Hunter pushed Sam away and looked at him with furrowing brow. Sam’s face opened wide in shock, then closed up as he got closer and pushed Hunter back. Hunter fell back to the floor, grunting and grimacing with one leg up and one arm on the floor. 

 

“You don’t know how good you have it, bro. Don’t mess with me, I can make your life hell.”

 

“Like shit you would! I’m tired of being pushed around.” Hunter spat as he stood up and went to push Sam again, but Sam grabbed his hands and started to grapple with his disrespectful little brother. 

 

“You asked for it!” Sam groaned angrily, holding Hunter down and digging his face into the hard, wooden ground. His legs buckling and kicking, trying to squirm his body out from under his brother. His eyes were watering as his emotions were rising. 

 

“Fuck you, Sam! Better than you, still!” 

 

Sam pressed down harder, totally naked upper body and stood up to put more pressure down on Hunter. He was very, very tempted to start whaling on Hunter’s head that he had him trapped like this. He knew that’s what Derek would’ve done, but he just couldn’t bring himself to it. 

 

Sam held position, his young wrestling body tight and bulging all over. Despite his reservations, he was clearly dominant; strong, taut muscles and commanding position despite his mostly soft skin, wearing some scars from when he was younger. 

 

“I can really beat you right now, Hunter! I’m being really nice!” 

 

“Like hell you are! I bet you were being nice… to that squirrel too!” 

 

“Hunter, chill out! Don’t make me–”

 

As Hunter flailed around, the squirrel in mind, his legs bound upwards and found some heavy nuts for the winter. Hunter's foot smacked into Sam’s hanging brief bulge, his cozy yet heavy nuts stricken unceremoniously unintentionally, but truthfully a target like that is very hard to miss. It’s miraculous that it doesn’t happen more often.  

 

 

Hunter accidentally nicked and hurt Sam’s balls before, and each time after Sam recovered, he immediately chased down and threw Hunter around. It was playful before, but Hunter knew that this time was harder than those times. Hunter clearly hit the bottom of Sam’s heavy sack. Hunter never felt so much of Sam’s balls before, which told the younger brother that this was a greater violation than he's ever been guilty of.

 

 

Sam grunted out, pulling a hand in and looking ahead with a wide open expression. Did he just…

 

“...mmmm…” Eyes rolled up as his stomach did a flip. Sam lowered towards the floor, pulling a hand in to protect and assess the damaged goods. Hunter scurried out from under Sam who was no longer holding him. Hunter rubbed his head and sniffled up.

 

“Ooo, Hunter dude… you got me in the balls bro… ugh, mawfph...” Sam groaned incoherently, pulling his knees together and pressing his head down, back bent. He almost looked like he was deep in prayer. Hunter suddenly underwent a large amount of anxiety, scared that his big bro is really going to slam him when he recovers. 

 

Hunter wanted nothing to do with Sam right now, so he got up holding his head, a couple tears raining as he swung open the front door and ran outside into the winter wonderland. He had no socks on, only a t-shirt and underwear, so the cold was rigid and painful the second he stepped outside, but it didn’t stop the young teen. It just made him try to run faster, hoping he could find somewhere safe as he ran deeper into the woods. 

 

Sam meanwhile, was in shock still. Groaning from the unexpected kick, focused only on the pain in his spuds and twisting in his stomach. He carefully rubbed and adjusted himself and started to stand up, swallowing hard and finding the ground as he looked around for Hunter. He didn’t see him, but saw the open door ahead. He swallowed hard again, looking around. The fire was still going on strong, and his snowglobe was sitting on the table, Santa looking towards the open door. 

 

“Hunter!” Sam yelled out, croaking a little and cupping his bulge, massaging it softly as we waited. He heard nothing back. 

 

“Hunter! Are you here…? Come out!”

 

Again, Sam heard nothing. He looked at the door again. 

 

Not putting on anything, he made his way to the door and saw little brother sized steps in the snow, leading towards the woods. He swallowed hard, the knot in his throat falling into a pit deeper than his stomach, mingling with the nauseating pain he was introduced to moments ago. He’s starting to feel even more sick. 

 

“HUNTER! HUNTER, COME BACK IN HERE!” Sam was hugging himself for warmth, muttering. “Freezing my balls off out here… HUNTER! COME ON, MOM AND DAD WILL KILL ME IF YOU DON’T COME BACK INSIDE!” His voice cracking in the cold.

 

Sam looked deeper into the woods. He was starting to feel extremely uncomfortable in the cold, he could feel his nipples harden and his balls retreating. He wanted to go back inside, but Hunter’s definitely out there somewhere. Mom will absolutely kill him if something happens to Hunter. 

 

Not to mention, when Sam ran away with Hunter when he was six, he did it because Derek told him to. He thought if he tried to run away, Derek would apologize and tell him to come back. But no matter how many times Sam looked back, he didn’t see Derek. If Sam knew how to pull the little wagon with Hunter on it into the train that was going just slow enough for him to get in, he would’ve taken Hunter and left. 

 

When Mom brought him back home, the first thing Derek said to him when he got back.

 

“Why’d you come back?”

 

“HUNTER! HUNTER, I’M NOT MAD, COME BACK! WHERE ARE YOU!? HUNTER!” 

 

Hunter continued to run into the woods, until he found a tree that thankfully didn’t have much snow under it. Hunter found a place to rest his feet, take a breath and look around. His nose and cheeks were beat red, holding his shivering body, protected only by a loose t-shirt and very tight briefs. He remembered how he took off his pajamas when in his room, and was considering putting them on to go downstairs but decided it wouldn’t be worth it. He very much regretted that choice as he continued to shiver and shake. He can’t stand being out here for much longer. 

 

And then suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Hunter sees the outline of something. He turned his head to see it, but it was gone. The outline looked menacing, huge, bigger than a wolf or deer. But what else could be out here? Could it maybe be a bear? But are there even bears around this time of year and place? 

 

It didn’t matter to Hunter. He’s had enough of this dark, scary woods. He wants to go home and felt his tears warming up his cheek. He wiped them away before they froze on him and ran back towards the cabin, even faster than before. He even thought he heard screaming coming from the other end. 

 

“SAM! SAM, HELP PLEASE, SAM!” 

 

Hunter kept on running like his life depended on it, trying to reach back to the cabin where he felt much, much safer. As he got closer, he heard the distinct sound of Sam screaming. 

 

“HUNTER! HUNTER, WHERE ARE YOU! COME ON, HUNTER, PLEASE!”

 

“SAM!” 

 

Hunter didn’t notice or think about anything else, just running towards where the sound was coming from. Sam kept on yelling to give off his location and Hunter found him, jumping into his arms and wrapping them around his big brother. The peels of moonlight illuminated on the embracing brothers, the tree branches parting for the beautiful moment. Sam’s breath visibly clouded over Hunter, who had his chest buried deep in Sam’s chest. Neither were ever so grateful to feel or smell each other again; the comfortable smell of brothers.

 

“Sam!”

 

“Oh my God Hunter, why did you do that!?”

 

“I didn’t mean to hit you in your nuts, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Hunter begged for forgiveness as he dug his face into Sam and held his warm, strong body tight, feeling like he’d never let go. Sam’s package was pressing against Hunter, but neither gave it any thought.

 

“Bro, it’s ok, shit happens. I meant why did you run out here, it’s fucking freezing. Mom’ll kill me if she finds out.”

 

“Sam, we need to go back, I saw something out here.”

 

“Fuck, for real?” Sam said looking around, over his brother, whom he was holding tightly as well. The warmth from his brother was very well welcomed against his cold, naked skin. His muscles weren’t giving him anywhere near enough protection from this harsh environment. 

 

As he held Hunter and looked around, he saw the silhouette of something he couldn't make out. It’s bigger than a wolf, and looks almost human. But there were these weird, strange… horns, sticking out of the top it looked like? That can’t possibly be right, but… beastly, yellow eyes suddenly broke through the dark shadows and Sam’s stomach dropped into a pit. 

 

“Ok, we gotta go Hunter.” Sam said, pulling on Hunter as he broke the embrace. He took a hold of Hunter’s hand and ran away as fast as he could, towards the cabin. Hunter followed as best he could, but he stumbled and fell to the floor. Groaning in the cold snow, Sam stopped running and turned back to Hunter, picking him up and leaning him onto his back. 

 

“Get on, get on quick!”

 

Hunter presses his body against Sam’s bareback, his meat squishing as he pressed against Sam and hugging him tightly, his legs also wrapped around. Hunter did not want to go anywhere else without Sam. 

 

Sam put his hands under Hunter’s legs, pushing him up and started running, bolting towards the cabin he could make out just in the distance. He was still a long-runs away, but all of these years of wrestling has certainly paid off. It’s not exactly nothing having Hunter on his back; as he’s a hundred pounds at least, but the adrenaline made it easier for the powerful, all-star wrestler. Hunter tightly held his brother, trusting him with his life. Sam would not take this for granted. 

 

Sam kicked his legs up and up, his tight briefs bunching with each step, breathing hard and taking larger, more bold steps in hopes of getting to the cabin that’s getting bigger and bigger with each movement forward. Hunter’s feet were crossed, pressing against Sam’s stomach and leaning down towards his bulge, pressing it down. They were snug on Sam so they weren’t going anywhere. Hunter continued to lean, pressing all of his young self forward onto Sam, and Sam did his best to support it all like the big brother he is, but there was only so much he could do. He tripped before they reached the cabin, but they were truly right there. Just on the outskirts of the woods. 

 

“Sam!” Hunter yelled, pulling out his legs and helping Sam up. 

 

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Sam breathlessly rushed as he got up from the snow, the hard, cold white condensation falling off his body as he stood and looked up. He saw Hunter staring over him, his eyes wide and lips quivering. Hunter backed up quickly, holding tightly onto Sam and falling backwards. If not for Sam holding onto his hand as he fell, Hunter would’ve hit the snowy floor and sunk in. 

 

“Hunter, what’s the matter?” Sam asked, turning around and seeing it himself. He stumbled over Hunter, covering him and staring up in awe. 

 

In front of him, stood this monster; an abstract embodiment of evil and justice. A hairy, two legged demon with a long, meaty and forked tongue dancing in the air, based between two black slits for lips. Blood eyes, a grey face and peaked corner lips stared back at the teenagers. Trembling, they were keenly aware of how large this demon appeared; how it had a naked, wet two-headed anaconda for a tongue, hungry for its next meal. Something inside that sustained and filled up the two young, healthy boys screamed in self-preservation. Consciously, Sam and Hunter were a deer in headlights; but instinctively, the alarm bells were ringing.  

 

“HUNTER, RUN!” Sam yelled, shooting up and shaking like a firework. Sam’s whole, almost entirely naked body was shivering in cold freight, snow firing off from his smooth, flexible skin. Hunter was frozen in place, but loudly. Sam reached down and picked him up. 

 

“GO!” Sam commanded, lifting and throwing Hunter towards the door. Hunter hit the snowy ground loftly on his back. Scraping his bare feet against the snow, he twisted around and crawled towards the door. 

 

Sam turned around to face the demon, and suddenly it wasn’t there anymore. Confusion and fear ran over Sam as he looked around, seeing no trace of whatever it was he saw. 

 

Turning back to Hunter, he saw it. The Krampus was standing in between Sam and Hunter, approaching Hunter as little brother crawled on the cold, snowy ground. The Krampus’ tail was swirling around, waving at Sam as the older brother was recovering from shock. 

 

“HUNTER, RUN, NOW!” 

 

Hunter turned around and screamed at the approaching Krampus, suddenly tightly wound. His young, blue eyes wide, brow curled up and mouth quivering as that nightmare continued to encroach. But suddenly, Sam branged up to the Krampus, arm first against it’s shoulder blades. 

 

The Krampus stopped moving as a result and Sam stepped back, wondering what he’s just done. He swallowed as Krampus remained unflinching. Sam swallowed hard, and got himself into his wrestling position. Body low, arms free and loose, legs spread and easy. He didn’t know what chance he had against this demon, but he had to stop it from getting to Hunter. He had to protect Hunter. 

 

The sound of a crack broke through the air suddenly. Hunter saw that the Krampus’s smile never shifted, it’s forked tongue dancing the only proof of life after Sam’s attack. Then, it’s eyes squinted and smile curled slightly and before Hunter realized it, a crack as Krampus’ shaggy leg swung backwards with frightening speed. The hoof broke through the air, crashing painfully up and into Sam’s tightly wound bulge, flattening it without reservation; it almost felt like it was given exact coordinates and struck with perfect accuracy. Sam’s soft dong and tender nuts, which filled up his briefs, were caved in under Krampus’ hooved foot. 

 

Sam’s handsome young face was covered in bewilderment. He saw no movement, no indication or anything and then suddenly, his balls and cock got crushed; the initial, sharp pain was a loud, clear signal that something very, very wrong had happened.

 

Just as quickly as the hoof flattened Sam’s ample meat against his pelvis, Krampus dislodged his hoof, allowing Sam’s buoyant boy parts to bounce back into shape, fleshing out and filling his briefs again. That is when the real pain would switch on; a groan as his guts became flooded from residual ball pain, his abs tensed as the nerve endings in his tender spuds shot on all cylinders. Quickly taken over, Sam would collapse to the floor as his testicles began to swell. 

 

The young, promising wrestler moaned, his voice cracking as his eyes rolled up. Sam’s handsome face fell into the cold, unforgiving snow and his legs were still spread wide, his hands covering the bulging agony between his legs. Rubbing and begging to put out the fire, but it was hopeless. Even in the harsh, brutal snow, it was no hope. Even as his hands were pressing in attempt to comfort himself, Sam would groan and shift, his lower body slowly dropping to the floor. The wrestler’s flexibility on display as his legs were spread wide against the floor, hands pressing against the snow, his balls burning a disgusting, vile agony. Sam had no thoughts other than the sudden, unexpected condition he was experiencing; the worst agony in his life.

 

 

Hunter watched on the entire time, terrified and absolutely shocked. He knew that this demon had something planned for his brother, but never would he ever expect such a brutal, disturbing and swift attack. Hunter heard his brother start to choke on the floor, unable to look away or form a response himself. Then suddenly, Hunter felt a warm, fleshy and wet organ pressing against his cheek. He instantly flipped his eyes to it and saw the Krampus’ tongue, stretching all the way out and running over the young teenager’s face. 

 

Hunter shrieked out, slapping away the two-headed snake and kicked it into flight. He ran for a yard or two before his cold feet did him in and he fell to the floor. He turned around, seeing the Krampus approaching him slowly, smiling with it’s flailing tongue and hands twitching. Hunter just realized that in one hand, Krampus held what looked like a bundle of twigs, tied together with whip-like tips and in the other, heavy iron chains wrapped around it’s wrist. They jingled as Krampus came close, signaling oncoming doom. 

 

Hunter yelled out, breathing harder and trying to drag himself away in hopes that he could use his feet properly soon. On all fours, hands and knees, Hunter crawled away in his tight briefs and too large shirt, eyes watering and not being able to believe that this is real. 

 

Suddenly, Hunter felt a loud, piercing smack press between his thighs, where his healthy sized developing berries were being held. Hunter yelped out in a shock, collapsing to the floor and covering his nuts as the pain froze him and a welt started to form under his fingers. 

 

Hunter ate a mouthful of snow as he lied face first, clutching his briefs in shock as he began experiencing a nut shot for the first time in his young life. The pain suddenly started to transcend the burning sensation he could feel, and dig deeper into his body, a swirling, dark and sickening fire pulling down in his stomach as his mind couldn’t escape it’s gravity. Hunter choked as his face dug in deeper, feet pedaling in the snow with his ass in the air; his fingers poking through his thighs as he choked out and gasped for breath at the same time. Hunter never imagined pain like this before. 

 

Krampus watched over young Hunter as he writhed, clutching his young balls on his knees. It’s tongue reaching out and plotting along Hunter’s thigh as he squirmed on the floor, reeling from the switch to his poor, once unbusted nuts. 

 

As Hunter felt this, he shook away and tried to kick his legs out and pull himself away with one hand. Krampus recoiled it’s tongue and watched Hunter crawl away. Finding his way to his knees, the youngest brother pulled with one hand, still cradling his sack with the other. Then, in an attempt to gain more speed after a few crawls, he pulled that hand outwards and crawled faster. On his knees still, nose stuffy and running; his face totally wet and his hair a mess. Hunter looked pathetic as he cried and crawled away from the demon. 

 

Krampus watched and when it was right. took the switch and slapped it again, whipping Hunter’s tightly held pouch of marbles once more.

 

This time, Hunter screamed out bloody murder instantly, eyes rolling and crying on the floor. He curled up and pulled his head in, crying and shaking his entire body. He pulled his neck out, his face and neck totally red with veins pulsating out as he opened his eyes and mouth to scream and beg for mercy. 

 

“Please, no more! It hurrtts! IT HUUURRRTTSS!” Hunter screamed, getting no mercy back. 

 

Krampus would take the switch to Hunter’s ass this time, getting the boy to shock out and move around in agony, and then Krampus would do it again and again. Hunter would be almost inspired by this gathering onslaught, using it as fuel to try crawling away again, but this time making sure to keep his hand low and around his valuables. This proved to be useful, as a few of Krampus’ strikes would hit his knuckles. His knuckles were bloodied, but this was preferred to another welt growing on his testicles. 

 

Meanwhile, Sam was lying on the floor outside, disoriented but coming to. He looked up and saw that Krampus and Hunter were no longer around him. He wondered if what he saw was a dream because there’s no way something like that was real. 

 

“STOP, PLEASE! STOP, I CAN’T TAKE IT!” 

 

Sam heard that and realized that it wasn’t a dream. What he saw and felt was real. The pain in his balls was severe and crippling, by far the worst the wrestler has ever felt. But he pulled himself up, grunting and whining as he did so, but to his feet he got. Clutching his sore balls, legs spread wide, Sam made his way in towards the door. 

 

As he got closer, Hunter’s screams got louder and Sam’s adrenaline started pumping again. He approached the cabin and saw Hunter getting whipped by the Krampus, as it just stood over the younger brother. 

 

Sam knew he had to do something, but he can’t wrestle Krampus to death. The longer Sam took to figure it out, the more whippings Hunter took. Sam couldn’t wait and took the first thing he saw near him as he approached Krampus, which was a fire poker for the fireplace, and slammed it into Krampus’ hand as he was about to whip Hunter again. 

 

The Krampus dropped the switch and Sam didn’t waste anymore time. He took the poker back, and instead of swinging it this time, tried to stab it through The Krampus’ back. 

 

CHINK

 

Nothing. The tip wouldn’t penetrate the skin of this indestructible demon and instead bounced Sam back a step. Krampus once again stood there, his orange eyes glowing on the hand that held his switch. Sam’s eyes would widen as he heard a growl and suddenly, without any moments to spare, Krampus shoved it’s large, hairy and leathery hand back, the one that held the switch, and expertly clutched Sam’s swollen fruit with a swift movement.

 

Krampus locked it’s hands into a vice grip, closing his fingers tight around Sam’s meaty reproductive organs and mercilessly squeezed. Sam would immediately yelp and let go of the poker, his legs twisting and eyes, mouth shaking. He’d try to pull Krampus’ hand off, but he could feel his large, juicy and swollen fruits continue to get crushed by large, dark leathery fingers which felt hellbent on popping his balls.

 

Sam croaked and whimpered madly through cracked tones, a large knot in his throat preventing any fully formed words. Agony storming and burning Sam’s whole, fit body as suddenly, the sounds of bones cracking. Sam’s eyes widened in fear as he remained locked forward. Krampus twisted it’s devilish head completely backwards, yellow beastly eyes narrowing in on Sam’s expressions. Krampus suddenly twisted it’s wrist and watched the naughty child expressing his gut wrenching sickness, eyes tightening and mouth quivering. Sam was choking and crying as Krampus’ forked tongue rolled out and rubbed it’s warm embrace along Sam’s red cheek, slurping up Sam’s salty tears. Sam looked pitiful as Krampus’ tongue slithered it’s way into Sam’s open mouth, pushing its way down and causing Sam to shake even more. 

Krampus twisted the rest of its body, including it’s hand, which tensed all of Sam’s young body. His balls were getting crushed and twisted helplessly as Krampus arranged itself. Sam choked further but a way through was forced, Krampus’ tongue diving down Sam’s throat, clearing any blockage that might have been. 

 

Sam now choked on Krampus’ tongue, wanting to throw it up, and also feeling nauseous from his balls getting crushed. Abused and agonized, choking and getting filled up from two different sides. You could see Krampus’ tongue forcing a large bulge in Sam’s throat. Sam’s eyes bugged and watered, as his vision got blurry. He felt that deep, curious tongue sliding down his throat, the pain in his balls rising up past his stomach, and meeting the tongue everywhere at once. 

Krampus heard a door slide and he pulled his tongue out, breaking his neck again and turning around. He let go of Sam’s balls and let him fall to the floor, knees first, feet pointing away, spread and body completely slumped as he coughed out, gagging and threw up on the floor beneath him. He was out of commission and tipped over into his own juices. 

Krampus realized that Hunter was missing, and then he heard a door slide again. Krampus walked towards the sound and left Sam hopeless on the floor. 

 

Hunter was curled into a dark closet in the closet in the hallway, near the living room. He couldn’t walk properly yet, so he couldn’t go down or up any stairs. He could only drag himself and this was the only hiding spot he could find. Hunter cried, his hand covering his mouth, nuts sore and burning still. Ass tender from the whipping too, but he did his absolute best to not be loud and remain as hidden as possible. Sam is done for, that’s clear. He wishes he could’ve done something, but what can he do? Nothing. Hunter can only run away and pray he’s spared from that demon. 

 

Hunter stayed quietly crying in the closed closet when suddenly, he felt like he’s being watched. He sees nothing through the cracks in the door, nor anything with any of the lights, and he hears nothing. But suddenly, he hears a low, quiet growl and his heart drops. 

 

“Please, please, please…” He begged to himself, tightening up and hoping nothing gives off his location. What did he do to deserve this, he asks himself. Is this that… Krampus thing the local was talking about earlier? Was it real?

 

Suddenly, Hunter gets taken into of his worries. He feels a long, warm and wet slithering, fleshy entity rubbing against his cheek. Hunter can’t move. He’s stuck in place, shaking and terrified of what he’s feeling. Slowly, Hunter’s blue eyes shift to where the tongue is coming from and he sees two bright, beastly yellow eyes staring back at him. Hunter screams out and falls through the closet’s door, but is grabbed by the knee by the tongue. 

 

“No, no, pleasse, nooo.” Hunter begged, kicking at the tongue which slid up his leg and continued to get closer and closer, no matter how Hunter backed up. Hunter hit the wall and couldn’t go back anymore and felt that freaky tongue going up his thigh. It turned inwards, going up and tight, Hunter shaking and turning, but the wet and sloppy tongue slid up and into his briefs. 

 

Hunter shuddered, feeling the two tips of the tongue sliding into his most private parts. He closed his eyes, shivering with fear as the tongue wedged itself into that special spot, tasting everything in there. 

 

“P-please, stop… I’m s-s-sorry for hitting that squirrel…” 

 

The Krampus’ wet, muscular tongue slid across Hunter’s taint, licking the back of his nutsack and along each welt. The contact of the wet tongue with the welt caused Hunter to squirm and beg, but it made no difference. The tongue continued growing, wrapping itself around the base of Hunter’s limp dick and swelling, welted nuts, constricting them like a boa. Krampus continues this, pulling Hunter’s coins to the bottom of their sack, blowing up his dick and balls like a balloon down there. Pulling it all as low as it can, the tender organs visibly bloated like a balloon inside his tight briefs. 

 

Then, Hunter hears chains rattling. Krampus’ tongue tightens sharply, pulling and stealing all of Hunter’s breath for the moment without warning, and then slamming it’s chain covered fist into Hunter’s bulging meat, trying to pop it like a balloon. 

 

Hunter himself popped, eyes rolled and he choked, body and legs stiffening at the impact. Hunter’s eyes rocked, mouth peeled and head shook as he fell over, hands twitching. The pain was indescribable. Never feeling a nutshot before today, his sack growing welts and now, punched viciously by Krumpus’ iron covered fist. His nuts and dickhead didn’t burst, but they felt like they did. Without warning, Krampus punched Hunter’s totally exposed privates one more time, flattening everything against his muscular tongue and trapping Hunter’s two delicate orbs in the impact. 

 

Hunter’s eyes rolled and his body shook again, exploding in a mountain of agony. He lied motionless, body hairless and limp, as Krampus turned around, still holding onto Hunter’s package like a constrictor, and dragging the young, barely conscious teen, up the stairs to the living room. 

 

 

Sam was on the floor, lying next to his own vomit and dazed in the sick of pain he was feeling. Shifting slightly as he heard loud, clacking steps and the sound of something heavy getting dragged across the floor. 

Krampus unwrapped his tongue and tossed Hunter to the side in one motion, the evil tongue displaying impressive wrist action. Hunter lied against the wall, on his side and not moving. His balls were swollen and his dickhead was bruised now too. 

 

Sam saw Krampus approaching him, smiling it’s loud, unmoving lips. Tongue flailing around, hooves planted into the wooden floor. Sam’s eyes fell over and saw Hunter on the ground, curled up and in bad shape. Big brother looked back up at Krampus standing over him. 

 

For all his worry, Sam knew he was outmatched and at a tremendous disadvantage. He was in indisputably the worst pain he’s ever been in, his delicate and beautiful balls might be completely broken and he wasn’t a mythological creature. He was just a boy, who wanted to have fun and stave off boredom. Is that really so bad? Did he deserve this punishment?

 

“W-Why… why…” Sam asked, tearing up and curling his legs up, pressing his hands to his crotch tightly. “Why are you doing this…” Sam sniffled. He looked up with misty eyes, seeing Krampus standing overhead. He saw a blurry, meaty tongue pushing out, getting closer and closer to Hunter. Despite this, Krampus was still staring at him. Demanding without flinching.

 

“N-no stop! Please… it’s me… I… I don’t know why you’re here, agh… ahhhh… we’re just normal kids… m-maybe I’m not… always the best, ughh… but I love my brother… d-don’t you touch him with that… disgusting tongue.” Sam mumbled, voice cracking with pain and intensity, crawling towards Krampus. His hands making it to Krampus’ hooved feet, his cheek resting on the cold, hard weapon. Sam reached his hand up to grab onto something, taking a handful of Krampus fur, desperately striving to pull himself up. But his legs and body were just too weak. 

Krampus pulled his tongue from it’s journey towards younger brother Hunter, and now focusing totally on his real target, the older brother Sam. He stared down as Sam hopelessly fought the gravity of his situation. He could barely move his feet, the young wrestler’s body felt far too heavy to stand up. The pain added too much, and exhausted the poor brother. Climbing Krampus’ fur, Sam twisted from and tried to pull himself up. He was strained, about to collapse to the floor but Krampus reached a leathery hand out and grabbed onto Sam. 

 

Sam, with help, slowly got up. His strong, wrestling tight body tensing and glistening with sweat just a few feet away from the still burning fireplace. The heat weighed him down further, his strong legs spread to as a base keep balanced, body and bulges jiggling, face beat red and soaked; from sweat, vomit and the snow from earlier. 

 

“D-don’t… touch Hunter… I’ll take it.” Sam weakly said, leaning his head onto Krampus’ hairy body. Sam tried to push off slightly, building just a bit of distance and trying to stand on his own. 

 

It wasn’t meant to be, however. Suddenly, Krampus swung up it’s hooved boot again, and crushed Sam’s heavy, bruised and swollen spuds completely into his pelvis. The sound of meat getting slapped was deafening; those bulbous ovals bent inwards and folded, twisting Sam’s entire system again. His eyes rolled back completely, mouth choked and he collapsed into a heap on the floor knees first, then face almost immediately afterwards. He couldn't even pull his hands in to protect his fat, juicy and young testicles as they sat, swollen and unprotected in his underwear. Drool escaped from his lips and snot like a stalactite, hung from his nose. Sam’s blue eyes were dilated and he was completely finished. Veins in his neck and temple, popping out disturbingly. This brutal low blow pushed him well past critical state.

 

Chains rattling, Krampus got to work.