Snowglobe: Part 2 - Ripples Form a Cope

 Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait for Part 2. Had some things to sort out and so forth. But here it is! 

And I've decided to collaborate with a very talented and patient artist for these next 2 parts! His name is TerrorToxico and here is his deviantart page.  I would like to take this opportunity to thank him for his work, understanding and consistently being awesome. I love what we've done and I really hope you guys appreciate it too :)

 

 

Snowglobe: Part 1 - Christmas

 

 

 

Sam started to rouse, shaking softly and moaning as he started to come to. The pain of his Krampus induced condition hasn’t left and is sickening, burning his vision and stomach. But it's less intense than it was earlier, before he passed out. Now he could gently stir himself. It brought him back into this world and he tried to bring his hands down to cradle his aching balls… but he couldn’t pull his hands down. 

 

Sam looked up, his eyes straining against the lights above him. But as he adjusted he saw it. His hands were bound by chains attached from above. He shook his hands and they were stuck in place, bound by something beyond Sam’s control. He shook and fought, groaning as he tried to lift his legs. But it strained his stomach and the pain crippled him; the young wrestler crying out, whimpering as his head fell down, dark blonde hair a wet mop on his head.

 

“My baaalllls, fuucck… uhhnnn…” Sam whined, looking up. In front, he sees the Krampus and screams out, shocked by the terror smiling back at him. 

 

“Jesus! Fuck, fuck you!” 

 

The next moment, Sam’s tight, revealing underwear were pulled down to his knees and his heavy, swollen balls were accosted and strangled by Krampus’ large, leathery hand. Sam’s eyes opened full, his mouth wide in an 0 over his teeth and body clenched in response. Suddenly, every single thing he’s experienced tonight has come back to him, and it drained him all over again.

 

“Uhhhhaaaa…noooo, noo moooree…” 

 

Sam’s eyes watered as he shook his head, begging for release. Krampus further clenched it’s grip on his bare fruits, twisting it’s wrist and staring intently at Sam’s shifting expression. Absorbing the sheer agony and fear on his young, handsome and once cocky face. His cheeks rising and breath hyper, face reddening so quickly once again and eyes tightening. 

Krampus dragged Sam’s balls down in their sack, pulling it’s hand down and digging into Sam’s scrotum with it’s dark fingertips. Krampus took it’s time and felt all around the top of Sam’s testicles, in between them, around and even within them, inspecting them like they were little factories. Assessing it’s strengths and weaknesses, where it yields and where it’s firm. Where the harsh, outside environment has affected it’s integrity the most, trying to assess how much work those yogurt factories can do and how much product they can produce. All of these variables affect the final score and final punishment. What has this hot, young, cocky but troubled and well-intended wrestler earned? 

 

Sam was shifting and groaning with each movement Krampus made with his pride and joy. Pressing down on them at the same time, just one at a time, pulling, digging in and rubbing deeply all over his sore, bruised sack. It was agonizing, but somehow almost reminiscent of a massage. If his balls weren’t so sore and tender, he might’ve kinda liked it a little bit once the shock wore off; if it was a pretty girl who was doing this, he might've even gotten hard. But in that moment, with Krampus staring down and digging it’s dark, filthy fingernails into his bruised and tenderized organs, it was like getting punched in the balls over and over and over again. 

 

And then, Krampus pulled those nuts all the way down in their sack, almost like it were trying to snap the chords that attached those heavy oysters to Sam’s body. 

 

“Aiiye! Fack, uuuuhhh…” Sam groaned, body tired and exhausted, mouth open and gasping for breath and energy. 

Krampus lifted it’s leathery fingers, making certain that those plump, wounded eggs were sitting all the way at the bottom of it’s sack by pressing down at the suctions at the top of his eggs. Sam winced and heavily breathed as he was propped up, helpless and almost totally drained. He lifted his handsome face, looking around for a moment and seeing Hunter still curled in a ball, against the wall of the room. He was breathing lightly, hands deep in his crotch and making no other movements. 

 

Suddenly, Sam felt a wet, muscly twin spiked organ slithering up his inner thigh. The older brother yelped out and tried to squirm away. But as he did, he suddenly felt a loud, piercing slap burn across his two trapped eggs. He screamed out in a painfully loud pitch, eyes turning in and body thrashing at the exploding impact. 

 

Again, Krampus snapped it’s switch in hand, belting it along Sam’s red, lightly haired, bulging and full balls, the two meaty organs indenting along the switch’s impact, vibrating and scorching. As the switch pulled itself past the two malleable orbs, they regained their shape, but a clear welt stayed at its impact zone. The same could be said about the previous whipping strike, and the next. 

 

Sam screamed out, eyes rolling and once again a huge wad of agony choked up in his throat, closing up his windpipe and tensing. His body can barely handle this and he’s openingly crying. 

 

“P-p-p-p-ple-e-assse…” 

Krampus watched Sam weep, it’s tongue now going higher and slithering past where only one tongue has gone before. The forked tongue tasted the warm, moist undercarriage and scoured around; along and around the meat, the gooch, and one tip finding its way towards his back hole. It reached its way inwards and started to stretch out the young man, going where no other tongue has gone before. 

 

Sam cried out, eyes and mouth opening, tensing and eyebrows furrowing inwards. His hair swung back as his head did too; his whole body tensed in surprise and repulsion at the unwanted intrusion. 

 

But Krampus knew what needed to be done; transgressions are met with transgressions, and the other half of the tongue forced its way in. 

 

“Ahhhhhiii! OoooOoohohoooowoooah…. aaaahhh…” 

 

The tongue deepened into the young, powerful wrestler. The shock was still strong within him, but trying to make out the sensations he was undergoing was asking too much through the pain and weakness he was already experiencing. 

 

But slowly, despite his agony and frustrations, Krampus’ tongue began to stimulate. Sam was helpless but to let out moans and groans, all of which took more and more out of him. 

 

Occasionally, Sam’s fat fruits would also get attention. Despite the bruises and welts, they were pressed on, bumped out and impressed upon at select intervals. They infuriated Sam even further, as everytime he found himself lost in the sea of pain he was already in, which was strangely soothed yet chafed by experienced movements that he didn't understand, his mind pulled right back to the delicate nature of his fertility, striking him with deep, sickening fear and agony. They were just so tender. Everytime his fat, bruised plums were adjusted it felt like they underwent a grueling examination. 

 

“Ahhh, fuck, fuck… what the fuck iiis this… ahHhhHHhhh…”

 

Hunter meanwhile, had his eyes wide open and were locked on his brother getting manhandled and defiled. Hunter’s seen his brother all the time almost everyday of his life. He’s so used to Sam’s confident face smiling or snarling, but always looking like his brother. But as Hunter looked up at the sculpted, young and recognizable body, the handsome face that Hunter saw looked desperate and pitiful. It looked like Sam, but it also looked like a nightmare. And as Sam twitched, the leathery demonic hand that held those huge family jewels that Sam’s been so proud of, slightly adjusted, inspiring a pitiful cry. Such a subtle movement, but it highlighted just how weak and pathetic Sam was, and Hunter couldn’t help but cry too. The pain and welts on his young sack was already so much for the little leaguer; not to mention how he’s having trouble feeling his feet and it feels like he is bleeding from all the whipping. He felt powerless. 

 

Of course, Hunter couldn’t ignore Sam’s fully erect cock, standing at attention over his heavy, swollen balloons, nor could Hunter ignore the long, slimy tongue that’s up Sam’s leg, digging up deep somewhere. Hunter didn’t want to know, but as the Tongue continued to vibrate, shift and slither, there was nowhere else it could be. Hunter’s never even watched porn before, nor has he masturbated. This was shocking to his gentle mind. 

 

“Ooohhhahhh… ahhh, nooo stop… n-no, no…”

 

Sam continued to moan as he continued to get worked. His head shook and was focused solely on the sensations within him no matter where his eyes landed, but as Hunter looked into his eyes, Sam came to, snapping out of his own personal torture. He saw his little brother, crying in the corner. And all Sam could do was get helplessly violated and abused. Sam cried again, dropping his head as he erotically moaned without warning. 

 

His cock was twitching, and he could tell something was coming. Was this going to be the third time someone other than himself got him off? How fucked is it that, Sam thought to himself. And his little brother, right here too. 

 

Suddenly, Sam spasmed and at the same time, Krampus pulled a finger in and jabbed it deep into Sam’s left nut. Sam screamed in sudden, kaleidoscopic agony, eyes glazed and mouth stuck in place. Then, his prostate forced his hand, his huge cock beginning to burst. 

 

BEEEEP

 

“Well, oh h-hey I heard the beep! Hey boys! Y-Your father and I had a liiiitle bit toooo much to drink at the Christmas party! Y-You should’ve seen him, he threw it aaaalll up, haha!” 

 

The unmistakable voice of the boy's mother came blaring over the voice machine. Two worlds collided at once for both boy’s, they tensed, caught in the cookie jar as their focus momentarily shifted to the voice of their mother. 

 

“Weee’re going to be staaying heere, so we dooon’t drive drunk. Because that’s bad. Always be good boys, ok? It’s Chriiistmas, spread some cheer!”

 

Sam moaned aggressively as he felt his loins exploding, unable to hold it in as the sudden pressure broke the dam within him. His Christmas cheer spurted in the air like a rupturing volcano, his eyes shaking and mouth bugging out. Krampus lowered his fingers to cover all of Sam’s swollen and dispensing party streamer factories, and crushed them completely. 

 

Sam’s moan transformed into a howl, bloodcurdling and spine tingling, his body shaking as pain and bright lights overtook his entire system, his head pulling all the way back and facing the ceiling. The last of the cheer inside those festive fruits were crushed out and splattered all over the floor. 

 

“We’ll be back in the morning. Lock up and stay safe, okaaay! Me and your father love you two very much! But don’t make a mess, okay!? W-We mean it!”

BEEEEP

 

The next morning, both Hunter and Sam woke up in their respective bedrooms. Under the covers, stirring awake, and at the same time they both groaned and curled their bodies in agony. 

 

“My baaallls… whaaat…”

 

The two boys pulled their hands down and assessed the damages. When they pulled their hands down, the pain increased tenfold. 

 

Groaning, whining and whimpering… all with no recollection. They both wondered what happened as they tried to remember the night before. 

 

“BOOOYS! COME ON, GET READY! WE’RE GOING TO THE DINER FOR BREAKFAST!” 

 

Both boys groaned and whimpered, absolutely not feeling the Christmas Spirit. But of course, a Christmas Spirit visited them the night before; the Krampus. After Krampus visits a family for the night, the next day they lose all tangible recollection of the events. However, an experience as traumatic as that does not simply wash away. It’s imprinted, and the physical events do not disappear. This is why both Hunter and Sam are so sore and have welts on their sacks. And also why the living room was a mess, and both were scheduled to get a talking to about leaving such a mess on the floor, including a broken snowglobe.

 

Hunter also had a very, very tender bottom too. As he tried to roll off his bed to get the pressure off the pain he’s feeling, he realized that his feet were not quite right and he stumbled to his knees. Hunter looked down at the floor, shocked and choked at the sheer agony he was feeling all over. He was terrified but didn’t want to say a word. He tried to remember the source of any of this… and he can’t place it. All he remembers is accidentally kicking his brother in the balls and then running into the cold woods. After that… blank. And not a nothing blank, but the kind of blank where it’s wordless with an aura of something deeper than we can possibly grasp. The answer is somewhere, but we know it's in the beyond. 

 

Hunter tried to step up once again, leaning against his bed and curling inwards. He tightened his lips, always taught to be tough and take it like a man. Plus, the idea of screaming out right now… Hunter felt like if he did that, he would fall into that wordless, blank nightmare and never return. He bit his lips and cried against his bed frame, gathering the strength to go to the bathroom. 

 

 

“What… the hell?” 

 

Sam lowered his briefs in the bathroom after he felt his bruised, heavy fruits. Gently inspecting them and the welts he saw formed on his sack, but realizing that his nuts are too sensitive to touch, as touching them felt like he were getting kicked in the balls. Sam also has no idea what happened, his mind cutting off at the same point Hunter’s did. Sam tried to understand why he was feeling this way… the pain in his balls, the swelling and welts. The fear of something vile being silenced and locked away inside him. As well as the feeling of someone watching from an uncomfortable distance. As Sam held himself, he also realized that it felt like something happened... inside him. He couldn’t tell what happened, but he felt a lot looser and when he investigated, he encountered a strange crusty, gunk that he was scared to smell. 

 

But the two boys were strong and pulled themselves together. After seeing each other in passing in the hallway, they nodded quietly, unknowing but at the same time, understanding each other's cruel, wordless plight. In pain, confusion and worry, they toughed it out. They both felt like they had to, it’s Christmas after all. 

 

 

On the way out of the cabin, Mother questioned what on Earth was that strange, gooey mess on the floor of the cabin. The boys of course, had no idea what she was talking about but she didn’t believe them. She also questioned where they got a snowglobe from, but neither said anything. Kindly, Mom didn’t press them and reminded them to clean up after themselves next time. Her hangover wasn’t too bad, but she certainly doesn’t want to yell anymore than she already has.  

 

The boys slowly made their way to the car, delicately sat down and made no conversation with each other. Hunter had to sit awkwardly on the seat, the welts under his jeans causing him far too much pain to sit normally. 

 

Sam and Hunter were both in their own head, distant and concerned. They had no idea why they felt this way; vulnerable, weak, their balls aching and feeling absolutely broken. They couldn’t wear enough layers and didn’t want to wear anything tight. Both boys were jumpy and searched desperately along their own window for some sign that they were being watched. They couldn’t help but search for this confirmation. It felt too real to them. 

 

Their minds drifted as they searched, and unknowingly both tried to piece together last night into this morning one more time. Sam remembered that Hunter gave him a nut shot… but he’s felt those before. There’s no way something like that could have knocked him so badly that he’s feeling like this. Hunter also remembered that, and looked down at his foot, which was so sore. That foot kicked his brother’s nuts yesterday… is there any way that it’s some galactic payback for hitting his brother like that? 

 

Sam thought back further and considered for a second, maybe this is some type of STD. He went raw on that mountain-teen not too long ago. It might explain why his balls feel so bad and why he feels so weird… Sam started to feel sick and regretted being so horny. This didn't need to happen.

 

Hunter began to convince himself that this was some strange punishment from God. But if that’s so, then why does this feel so horrible and evil? And why does he feel so scared? God is good, right?

 

Neither boy understood as they made it to the diner and slid carefully into the booths, next to each other. Hunter with his numb-foot under his body, the only non-welted part of his bottom pressed against himself, and Sam with his legs spread wide. They both were preoccupied with their own agonies and questions, but did notice that each other were acting strangely too. 

 

“Come on kid, you stuff yourself with meat now, you got a few weeks before weigh-ins. Get filled up now, because you gotta be real careful what goes inside you when we get back.” Dad said to Sam, knocking his son’s untouched plate with the fork he’s been using. 

 

“You too, Hunter. I thought you liked your eggs scrambled?” Mom asked, looking down and caringly at her youngest boy. 

 

The boys both felt sick, and their parents didn’t help them feel much better. 

 

“S-sorry Dad, I don’t have an appetite…” 

 

“Me too… I feel kinda sick.” Hunter replied after his brother did. 

 

“Awww, boys… did you two go outside after we left? Maybe you two have a cold?” Mom asked. 

 

The two boys looked at each other, both searching for answers but neither having them. They wondered if the other knew what happened last night, but couldn’t get an answer out of each other at the table.  

 

“Boys? What’s going on?” Mom asked. 

 

“Oh look dear, the town is putting on a show, look!”

 

The boys and Mom looked over to the window, seeing the townsfolk acting out in the middle of the street. There was Father Christmas, who saw little kids running away in theatrical fear, and behind them, they were getting chased by a Krampus, who was madly flailing a fake bundle of twigs. 

 

Suddenly, Sam and Hunter both felt very, very strangely. Their instincts kicked in, adrenaline rushed into them and they knocked into the table. 

 

“Boys!? What’s gotten into you? Don’t tell me you boys are scared of the Krampus or something? George, remember what Uncle Ned said? He talked to the boys about Krampus? I told you to tell him to apologize…”

 

“Ahhh, it’s nothing! No way they got scared over that…”

 

“S-sorry, I need to go to the bathroom.” Sam said lowly, looking down and sick. He slid out of the booth, and Hunter followed him in a hurry.

 

“Me t-t-too.” Hunter fumbled out, following his brother to the bathroom. 

 

The two boys made their way to the bathroom. Sam instantly went over the sink, and Hunter leaned next to him. Sam grunted, shifting and looking down at his swollen fruits through his layers, aching in his boxers. He grumbled, lowered to the ground and closer to the sink. 

 

“S-Sam… is something wrong?” Hunter asked. 

 

“I… don’t know… Hunter, do you remember what happened last night?”

 

Hunter stayed quiet and gulped. He shifted and shook his head. 

 

“I… I remember running out after… after I hit you. I was scared and… I ran out and then… I don’t remember anything. I swear, I’m not lying! I really, really don’t…” Hunter said, his eyes swelling up and sniffling. 

 

Sam stood hunched over and shocked. “I… I don’t remember anything either. It’s not just you… I… my nuts hurt a lot, dude.” 

 

“I didn’t mean hit you that hard–”

 

“I know you didn’t. It’s just… they hurt really, really badly… and I’ve taken a few shots in wrestling and stuff… it never hurt this bad the next day. It can’t be you. ”

 

“Well… I-I’ve never b-before… but mine hurt really, really, really badly too. I feel sick, Sam…” Hunter cried, bending over and worried. “What happened Sam…”

 

“I don’t know… maybe we did catch a cold… we ran out in our underwear, there was snow everywhere… that was a stupid thing to do.”

 

Hunter nodded his head shamefully. He couldn’t look up and Sam could see it. Sam leaned off the sink and held his brother, rubbing his hair and placing his head ontop of Hunter’s. He didn’t know what say anything, but rubbed his brother comfortably. He didn’t know what to do but he knows he needs to be a good big brother. The last thing he remembers from last night is this feeling of brotherly concern for Hunter. When he ran outside and realized that Hunter’s ran off in the cold of night… he wasn’t just scared that his mother would kill him. He was terrified that he was becoming like his own big brother. He can’t have Hunter think Sam is anything like Derek; Hunter’s too young to remember, and thankfully Derek moved out when Hunter was 4 to go to college. But living with Derek before that was absolute hell, and the fear that Sam might be becoming something close to that, it filled up Sam from the bottom up. He needed to protect Hunter, and Hunter needed support right now. He and Hunter are all each other have, and Sam was going to be damned if he wasn’t enough. 

 

 

The two boys made it back to the cabin, and the parents noticed that they were a lot quieter. They bickered less but also were around each other a lot more. Perhaps it was the holiday season? They came to an understanding on their night alone? Who knows, but they appreciated the quiet. 

 

The day wound down, and it was time to sleep. Sam crawled into bed, fluffing up his pillow and about to turn off the nightstand lamp light that illuminated the cabin bedroom. But before he did, he heard his door creak open and saw Hunter standing in the doorway. He had on pajamas and a pillow in his hand as stood awkwardly. 

 

“S-Sam…”

 

“Yeah, what’s up? Come in.” Sam sat up and waited for Hunter to get closer. He looked up eagerly, his eyes warm and supportive. 

 

Hunter got up to Sam and swallowed. “Is it ok if I sleep with you tonight… I… I don’t feel comfortable in my bed.”

 

Sam nodded and looked down. He didn’t admit it, but he felt pretty uncomfortable too. Paranoia and anxiety was weaved in the air around him. But after seeing Hunter, that anxiety shifted to a sense of responsibility. 

 

“Yeah, it’s cool bro. It’s tight though, ok?”

 

Hunter nodded and climbed in. Sam scooted towards the edge, shifting a bit. Hunter crawled over Sam then went under the blanket, snuggled up on his pillow and lied down before Sam would turn the light off.

 

After a few seconds in the dark, Hunter spoke up. “Thanks, Sam.”

 

“Don’t mention it… are you feeling any better?” Sam turned onto his back, looking towards Hunter. He could see him lying, curled up and looking up at Sam, who was higher up on the bed. 

 

“Mmm… a little bit. My nuts are still sore…”

 

“Me too. Mmm… let’s try not to think about it much, ok?” Sam replied coolly. 

 

Hunter nodded and curled in tighter. Sam looked down at his little brother’s head and got lost in thought. He didn’t know where to begin. He suddenly felt so exhausted. 

 

He turned his body away from Hunter, cuddled up under the covers and began to drift to sleep. Before he reached it, he felt Hunter tossing behind him a little, and stayed attentive to it for a few moments. Trying to make sure there’s nothing to worry about. He then felt Hunter’s hair brush up against his back, then dig in a little bit more. Sam shifted back slightly against Hunter, adjusting himself and relaxing. Hunter kept his head against Sam and like that, Sam drifted off to sleep for the moment. 

 

Waking up a few hours later, Sam shifted but felt his arm trapped and body weighed on. He moved in a freight at first, turning but quickly seeing that it was just Hunter with his hand wrapped over Sam’s body. Sam froze, worried he might’ve just woke Hunter up, but his younger brother didn’t move. Sam breathed out restfully, lied back down carefully and closed his eyes once again. This time, he stayed asleep until the next day. 

 

The boys stayed the next couple of nights at the cabin, and those days, despite it being festive, were twisted with much anxiety for the two boys. They couldn’t help but feel that something was very wrong with this little town and their cabin. They never truly felt at ease, but being around each other did help soothe them a little bit. Hunter spent those nights with Sam in his bed. Sam never complained and accepted his role as guardian, feeling proud that Hunter was comfortable enough around him to spend so much time with him. 

 

Thankfully, the family made it back home and things started to feel a little bit better. Things got closer to normal, which included the boys feeling comfortable wearing tight briefs again. But even still, the boys were certainly changed. They argued less and less, and their energy levels weren’t the same as pre-cabin. In fact, going back to school, it was surprisingly hard for the brother’s to adjust back to normal life. They were more nervous and anxious, never being able to pay attention or truly able to shake the feeling that someone or something was aware of every little thing they were doing and thinking. 

 

Sam especially had troubles adjusting. After about a week, Sam started to get pretty urgy and itchy; his little troopers were feeling a bit pent up off-active duty and he often stood at attention because of it. But after Stacey Villares told him that she had a pregnancy scare, Sam retreated and couldn’t stomach trying anything with a girl again for the time being; it was just too much for him. But after trying to do it himself, the pain in his balls sparked back up and he felt sick. The pain from before faded away and was generally gone already, but something about trying to rub one out reawakened that pain. Sam got concerned as the strain put tears in his eyes. Maybe this really was an STD.

 

He asked his dad to take him to the doctor to confirm it, where he had to explain to the doctor what happened… that he had unprotected sex in some hick town with a pretty girl and now his balls hurt when he tries to let one out. 

 

He got a pretty, young and female doctor which made it more awkward for the young, pent-up teenaged wrestler. 

 

“So… what seems to be the problem, today?” The young doctor asked. 

 

“Well… umm…”

 

The doctor laughed and sat down across from Sam. “Don’t worry, I have your chart. Could you please let me take a look? You’re experiencing pain when you try to ejaculate, right?”

 

Sam swallowed and nodded, moving his hands lower to his jeans. “Y-Yeah… that and my balls hurt a lot earlier too.”

 

“Oh? Are they better now?” The doctor asked, putting on a pair of gloves. 

 

Sam looked away as he unbuttoned and zipped down his pants, letting his large equipment out on display, only contained by his tight briefs. 

 

The female doctor audibly coughed as Sam’s pants lowered, her head turning away. “Sorry.” She said lowly, tilting her head. “Sorry.” She repeated, turning back with a smile. “And your underwear too. Do you always wear underwear like that?” She asked. 

 

Sam blushed as he held the waistline of his tight, white briefs. “Uhhh–”

 

“Sorry, it’s because they look very tight. If you’re always wearing such tight clothes, that could be a reason your testicles hurt so much. You have… uh, very large… testicles, sir. They need more space.”

 

Sam blushed and smiled loudly, even with his face down. “Thanks… I wrestle too.”

 

“Oh? I bet that’s fun. Can you please lower them sir, so I can assess.”

 

Sam nodded and pulled his briefs down. His low hanging, heavy and still wounded balls hung confidently behind his large, semi-erect penis. Sam saw this, blushed and turned away. He grunted; his balls started churning again. He bent slightly and clutched the table he was sitting on. 

 

“Well, it doesn't look like there’s a problem… wait.” The young doctor asked, as she got closer. She saw his erect penis but did her best to ignore; this isn’t the first time something like this has happened, and she found it best to do her best to pretend the patient isn’t aroused by her. But what she did see was the welts across his large, meaty family jewels. She leaned in and grazed them. Sam groaned and folded lightly. 

 

“Did that hurt?” She asked. 

 

Sam nodded his head and grimaced, wincing sickly. 

 

“What happened? Why are there several welts down here…”

 

Sam looked down and didn’t know what to say. 

 

“Uhh… well–”

 

“Well… this isn’t an STD, Sam. But…” The pretty doctor said with a chuckle. “I’m not judging, but it does looks like something you might transmit during sexual intercourse. Although, I wouldn’t expect kids your age to get into whips like that.” 

 

The doctor smiled up at Sam and gave his nuts a quick little backhand slap. Sam yelped and curled up, looking on in shock and betrayal. His stomach churned as his balls felt a sharp, dull throb. He groaned.

 

“Sorry, sorry. But it looks like you’ve done worse.” She smiled, writing on her chart. “Don’t worry, you're fine. No STD or anything it looks like. Just pee in this cup over here–” The doctor pointed to with her pen, “And take a break, stud. Your nuts hurt because you played too rough.” 

 

The doctor winked at Sam and reminded him to pee in the cup before leaving. Sam was breathing hard, his cock now totally limp as he held his aching nuts, which were really wrecking him again. What was the deal with that doctor, he thought to himself. When the hell did he play too rough? 

 

Sam was confirmed to have no STD’s and it was wrestling season, so it was time for him to practice again. But the varsity star was different. When wrestling, he was a lot more reactive and skittering, rather than domineering and confident like before. Sam didn’t know why everything felt so much harder and his dad tried to bring back that killer instinct, but it was not simple. Nothing was simple anymore. 

 

Hunter also had troubles too. Catching back up with friends at school was tough, and he didn’t have anything to say. When he was home, he felt less and less safe as time went on, and he didn’t know how to fix it. After a few weeks of his anxiety getting worse and worse, he came to a conclusion. 

 

At night, he walked over to Sam’s room, in his pajamas and pillow in hand again. He opened the door and the lights were off. 

 

“Sam?”

 

“...Hunter?” Sam mumbled. 

 

“Sam?”

 

“Hunter? What is it?” Sam asked groggily. 

 

“Can I sleep here with you?”

 

Sam didn’t say anything as he lied in bed. He shifted and pushed up, stretching and looking over. He turned the lamp on and saw Hunter standing in the doorway, pillow in hand and jammies on. He looked very tired. Sam could tell, because he felt just like how Hunter looked. 

 

“Ok… just today, ok?”

 

Hunter closed the door behind him as he came in, crawled over his brother’s legs as the light turned off. Sam snuggled back in and soothed himself back to sleep. He didn’t mind sharing his bed with Hunter, and truthfully did feel better with him around, even though he never told him. He wouldn't want Hunter here everyday or anything, but he felt warm knowing Hunter felt safe around him. So, he was happy to share his bed with Hunter, and kinda wishes he were here some of the last few days. Those nights felt very long and cold; something was wrong but Sam still could not place it. He tossed and turned all night recently and couldn't get any sleep. But when Hunter’s around, Sam doesn’t get anxious. Sam just thinks about making sure things are ok right now. And things were ok. At least, until he felt Hunter’s hand rub against his back, tingling his hair and skin. 

 

“Hunter…”

 

“Mmm?” 

 

“...How about back to back.” 

 

“Mmm…” Hunter groaned and Sam felt him tossing around in bed. Sam didn’t mind being a good brother, but he really didn’t want Hunter hanging onto him. He was just sound asleep after all, he wants to go right back to sleep. His brother rubbing him like that felt a little too much right now.

 

And he went back to sleep, waking up a few hours later with Hunter’s leg brushing up against his. He also felt Hunter’s head against his back. Sam groaned, but not in disdain, just in a stretch as he turned around, turning his chest towards Hunter. He pulled his backside out a bit, giving himself and Hunter more space and taking a look at his sleeping brother in the dark bed. Sam suddenly remembered Hunter sleeping in bed when he was so much younger, barely able to speak properly and not being able to pronounce his name. “Tham!” He’d call him. 

 

Tham smiled warmly, moving his leg out a little and feeling Hunter’s toes on his shin. He pushed his head in a little bit, gently pressing it against Hunter’s head for a few minutes before lifting it again. Sam was comfortable and easily went back to sleep not long after.

 

 

It was a tender night for certain, and Hunter woke up much more comfortable than he has in the past few weeks. So much so, he didn’t particularly want to get up from the bed; his foot was pressing against Sam’s and he found it relaxing. Hunter kept it there, snuggled in tighter and rested his eyes.  

 

The next night came and Hunter asked Sam the question again. Sam took a little bit longer to answer but agreed.

 

Sam thought it strange the next night when Hunter asked again, and in just his briefs this time. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of this, but couldn’t bring himself to say no. At first he found it endearing and made Sam feel important. But by the end of the week, Sam started to find it annoying. 

 

“I keep on waking up with you on top of me, bro. The bed’s big enough for the both of us. It's not the cabin.”

 

“Sorry.” 

 

This same conversation happened a few times, and each time Sam woke up in the morning with Hunter against him in some way; either his head was pressed against his back or arm, Hunter’s leg was grazing him and one day, he woke up with Hunter’s leg lying over him. 

 

What‘s Dad going to say if he sees this? Sam asked himself when he turned to the door with his little brother on him like this. Sam weighed just being stern with Hunter because this was starting to really bother him. This is happening too often.

 

But at the same time, Sam can’t get the cabin out of his head. The pain, how worried he felt and how horribly confusing it all was. Not only did he fear that he was going to become like Derek, but he and his brother totally blacked out, and woke up with welts on their nuts. What fucking happened? He still hasn’t figured any of it out. If he hadn’t, then what about Hunter? Hunter’s his little brother. Sam can’t just push Hunter away at a time like this, especially when Sam knows he needs to be a good big brother. 

 

Sam continued to try and be a good and cool big bro every night, even at his own cost. Sam hasn’t been able to get off in weeks, those midnight trips to the bathroom proving futile; he would feel great, then feel anxious and in pain. It would make him take a shower and come back to his bed, Hunter looking up at him with his big blue eyes and pulling the covers up so Sam could crawl back in. Everytime. 

 

Sam appreciated it, but it did nothing for his balls. He’d wake up with a hard on most of the time and one night, he woke up with Hunter’s hand wrapped around his waist and lying gently on his fully hard cock. 

 

Sam jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. He had to do something about this. 

 

So, at school Sam hit up Stacey Villares. He tried to not be awkward or mention the pregnancy scare but it didn’t matter; Sam was a hot varsity wrestler, he just had to ask if she was free tonight. She told him to swing by at night, after he parents go to bed. 

 

“Where are you going?” 

 

Sam got up out of bed after getting a text from Stacey. He went over to his jeans and pulled them on. They were easy and stretchy, but tight on both front and the back; balanced as all things should be. 

 

“I’m going to Stacey Villares’ place.”

 

“Oh.” Hunter said lowly, cuddling up with Sam’s blanket and looking down. He suddenly remembered that conversation he and Sam had at the cabin, before everything weird happened. He remembers saying how nasty Sam was and how they were wrestling around afterwards. Hunter realizes how different things are now; he and Sam haven’t even really argued since they got back home. 

 

Sam pushed open the window, which laid partially blocked by his bed. His parents thought this might discourage some late night antics... but. 

 

“I’m sneaking out though, alright? So stay quiet about it. And go back to your room, will ya?” Sam walked across the room to get his coat. He only had a black, sleeveless tee underneath.

 

“How long are you gonna be out?” Hunter asked. 

 

“I don’t know, so go back to your room.” Sam said heading towards the window. 

 

“Well, are you staying over?”

 

Sam sighed, shrugged and turned around. He was starting to feel really short with Hunter.

“Hunter. I. Don’t. Know. Be quiet or mom and dad will hear ya.” Sam signaled to Hunter. His window was right over the garage, and from the garage he could lean down towards the fence to help guide him to the ground without a hitch. 

 

“Can I come with you?” Hunter asked as Sam had a leg over the window. Sam stopped moving and turned back to his little brother, staring blankly and stayed quiet for a moment. 

 

“Hunter. You’re gonna have to take the L on this one, bro.” 

 

Hunter grimaced as he looked down and started to feel frustrated. How come Sam wants to go out so badly? Hunter doesn’t want to sleep alone again. 

 

Sam grimaced as he saw Hunter’s expression. He sighed, shaking his head as he sat on the window sill and furrowing his brow. 

 

“Hunter, I love you bro, alright? But there are some things you just can’t help me with. You’re not a girl, you’re my brother.”

 

Hunter said nothing and just stayed motionless in Sam’s bed. Sam sighed, feeling guilty. But he was also feeling very, very pent up and excited and his balls were starting to ache; he also was feeling very itchy and felt his phone vibrate in his jeans. He took out his phone and it was Stacey. 

 

“Hunter. Sorry bro, but I can’t sleep with you every night. Go back to your room, alright? I’ll catch you tomorrow before school.”

 

With that, Sam scooted out the window and did not close it completely behind him. With that, he made his way towards Stacey’s house with youthful vigor. He knew the quickest way to get there and it even had a 24/7 store on the way so he could buy some condoms. 

 

Sam made his way back from Stacey’s house with a confident swagger and lighter load in more ways than one. He felt rejuvenated. Quickly and with fantastic agility, he jumped up the fence and onto the garage roof in one swift combo, pulling himself up without a wasted movement. Smiling, he went up to his window quietly and carefully opened the window. Climbing in without making a noise, doing so slowly to make certain he heard no sounds from inside the house. Hearing nothing, he crept in the rest of the way in.

On his familiar floor, Sam takes off his shoes and jacket, unbuckling his belt, dragging down his zipper and pulling off his jeans, releasing his impressive, relieved and thankful sexual organs to the world in their snug little fortress. Pulling off his socks by lifting both legs and then throwing his sleeveless-tee, he got ready to get into bed, satisfied and in the best mood he’s been in for weeks. 

 

Into bed he gets, pulling up the covers with a deep sigh and stupid, young smile. And then he feels it. The sheets rustling, mattress creaking and weight of adjustment. A few seconds and then Sam feels familiar nuzzling on his arm, 

 

“Dude…” Sam lets out, sighing and looking over. Hunter pulled his head from out of the blanket and looked up at his brother. 

 

“You were gone awhile.”

 

“You stayed waiting for me the whole time? I said to go to your room…” Sam groaned, feeling some frustrations returning to him, even as he felt Hunter’s warmth leaning on his arm. Sam stayed still, sighing and trying to figure this out. He almost wanted to be angrier… but he realized it doesn’t feel like a big deal. He turned to his side, back to Hunter and got comfortable. Hunter moved up to Sam’s back, putting his young arms against Sam’s side and settled in. Hunter even boldly put a leg up against Sam’s, pressing it up against Sam’s thigh and backside. Truthfully, it filled up the both of them, feeling more complete as a result. Sam felt his frustrations drifting away as he got comfortable, and Hunter could finally get to sleep with Sam’s comforting aura and aroma to help rock him in bed. 

As time went on, Sam and Hunter continued to share the bed. Sam for his part, handled it without confrontation and let his little brother get comfortable with him. Sam would be more frustrated with Hunter some days than others, and Sam handled it by going out with Stacey Villares or some other chick who was thirsty for him. Anything to get out and relieve his frustrations. 

 

On the other hand, Hunter found himself getting pretty annoyed with Sam for going out so much at night, leaving him alone in his bed. He’s been feeling jealous and bothered that Sam’s been having so much fun without him; everytime Sam comes back, he’s always smiling and singing a tune. Hunter likes that it means Sam’s in a better mood, but he hates that Sam’s feeling so much better because he’s not spending time him. Hunter wondered if he could help Sam feel better instead. 

 

So, Hunter tried to think of how he could keep Sam here and help him out instead. Hunter thought about how he could keep Sam here as he was getting ready to go out tonight. 

 

“Sam, can you stay in tonight?”

 

“Uh, no-can-do squirt. Got a hot date!”

 

“Mmm, what can Stacey Villares do that I can’t do…” Hunter groaned as he sat up in bed, pushing the covers to the other side of the bed, wearing just briefs. He was leaning towards the window where Sam was about to sneak out of. Hunter knows how this goes. 

 

Sam laughed. He didn't bother with a jacket or belt today. He'd be jogging back and forth and it's not too far. “Hunter… she can do a lot.” Sam continued towards the window. 

 

“Like what?” Hunter asked quickly, worried that Sam doesn’t seem to be stopping. 

 

“I’ll tell you when I get back.” Sam opened the window and put a leg through it and pulling himself out of it. 

 

Hunter was desperate and held onto Sam as he went out, holding onto Sam's leg as he went through on the other side, unintentionally almost splitting Sam in two. 

 

On one half, he was hopping out the window, and the other half was held in by Hunter, crotching him in the middleon the windowsill. Thankfully for Sam though, he put his hand down to lessen the fall, but just a little bit; he still split hard over the windowsill and his tight, heavy jean bulge did compress as it fell upon the still in impact.

 

“Awwoo, Hunnterrr…” Sam groaned, losing breath and leaning on the sill with his hand barely relieving pressure and nards still pressing uncomfortably against the unforgiving window sill. Sam groaned lowly and pulled the leg outside up, rolling into the room loudly as Hunter helped lead him in. 

 

“Sam, sorry!” Hunter said as he tried to help his brother. He already regretted doing what he did. He wanted to keep Sam here but not like this. “Are you okay?” 

 

“BOYS, QUIET DOWN!” 

 

“SORRY, MOM!” Hunter yelled back, holding onto Sam as he was in a ball on the floor. Sam pressed his hand tightly between his legs in his tight jeans, groaning and standing up after being on the floor for a few moments. 

  

“Sorry Sam, are you okay!?” Hunter asked. 

 

Sam stood doubled over, legs bent slightly in his tight jeans and hand like a diamond over his bruised jewels. His handsome face was wincing, but he was walking it off. It could’ve been a lot worse. 

 

“Quiet down, I’m fine… ugh, fuck dude. Fell on my nuts…”

 

“I know, I know… I really didn’t mean to.”

 

“Then why’d you split my legs like that?” Sam asked, standing up straight and rubbing his aching meat. 

 

“I-I just wanted you to stay…” Hunter whined lowly, nervously. 

 

“So you busted my balls? Low blow bro…” Sam whined, putting on a bit of a show with his voice and expressions. "I need these, tonight."

 

Hunter whined and looked down. Sam chuckled and rubbed Hunter’s head. “Fucking with you bro, just be careful." Sam stretched out and breathed out, as if to say he's done reacting to the pain in his spuds for the moment. Yeah, it still stings but it's time to be big bro. "I’ll be back, alright? I’ll see you in a few hours.” Sam confidently comforted his brother, punching his cheek softly. Hunter looked up with a soft expression, eyes big and a little watery. 

 

“Come ooon, I'm the one with their balls busted and you're the one crying? We’ll talk more when I come back.” 

 

“Okay… sorry…” Hunter said, going back to bed with a pout. He sat down next to the covers he pushed off, bulging slightly and naturally on the bed.

 

“Hey, hey… don’t make me leave with you looking like that...” Sam said, sitting on the bed and wrapping his arm around Hunter. Hunter leaned in and Sam saw Hunter’s lips curl up.

 

“Ah, there’s a smile! There it is.” Sam said with a smirk. 

 

“Shut up…” Hunter said, punching Sam’s chest softly and pulling out. 

 

“I’ll be back, alright? And don’t go breaking my balls again, really need them tonight.” Sam said with a wink, getting up and heading to the window. 

 

“And stay off my side, will ya? I like making my side warm myself.” Sam carefully got up and over. Hunter was sure he saw a wince on Sam's face as he pulled on and held his bulge going over, before jumping down to the garage.

 

Hunter pulled back into his side of the bed and lied in tightly, smiling at the fresh memory of Sam. Hunter pulled his head down and cuddled up, moving closer to Sam’s side, but being respectful to his wishes. Hunter just took in his aroma a bit before moving off.