Parasite: Part 1 - Eyes on the Family

Long time no see! I wanted to wait to share this until Part 2 was ready... but I decided to share this "early". And one of these days, I'll write a story without a novel of backstory first... but today is not that day!

Stay healthy and have fun guys. Take advantage of life while it's in front of you. There's enough to go around :)

Eli Harding couldn’t believe what his mom told him. He was used to his mom finding new “friends” and not being home too often. Usually busy with work and "work friends." It was just a fact of life and nothing to be ashamed of. She knew a lot of people and they sometimes helped out. Everyone needs help sometimes, right?

But this was the first time that she brought Eli with her. 

Who brings their son with them to get banged by some rich cock and balls? Is this some kind of fucking kink!? What the fuck Mom!!?? 

But she told him that he’d understand when he comes by to the Torres residence. And when he came by, he started to understand. This man had the biggest house he’d ever seen. It wasn’t even a house. It had a gate with a intercom, which you had to talk through to get buzzed and everything. The lawn was literally bigger than the 2 parks Eli knows combined and they could fit more than 5 of Eli’s neighborhood on this property. He’s never seen anything like it before. Was he El Chapo or something? 

Eli honestly thought this might've been a prank or something and this was some weird amusement park or whatever. Or maybe this really is some kink shit…

But then he saw Theo, in his pristine shirt and shorts, caramel eyes approaching them in croc’s comfortably. Eli was stunned. That was Theo Torres, a sophomore at his high school (junior after the summer ends) and the richest kid in school. Eli heard rumors about how rich Theo was… but holy fuck. 

Now, if you asked Eli a few days ago, what he thought about the rich, he wouldn’t say anything praiseworthy. Fuck the rich was like a meme to him, and it was just fucking fun to hate them, you know? They had everything he didn’t, and it really felt like they weren’t real people. How could people as rich as billionaires actually exist? They’re just not human beings. 

But suddenly, Eli saw life in this mansion for the first time. He saw that this is fucking real man… Theo is just a kid like he is. Yeah, Theo has much better skin and clothes, and he absolutely doesn’t get burnt in the sun like I do, but he’s just a kid. He’s a year younger than me and he’s basically a nobody! He just read books and smiles… I can do that! 

Eli really took in Theo’s fit. White crocs, tan shorts and loose, buttoned cotton colored shirt. Eli realized he could look just like that, live in a house just like this and reach his pompous hand out to a greedy, dirty fuck who’s dreaming about me. And I can just smile without a care in the world and introduce myself, because it's all about me.

“My name is Theo, nice to… wait…” 

Theo’s fake smile faded and hand froze as he realized who he was standing in front of. He didn’t recognize Eli in clothes that weren’t dirty and mouth not cursing dirtier than a sailor. But now that he’s closer, he realizes that Eli Harding missed a few spots. Why was he dirtying my house… and who is she and why is… Father-

“We thought you two might know each other. You both go to the same school, no?!” Alejandro exclaimed. 

“Woah, thee Theo Torres… it’s good to see you man!” Eli let out, wrapping his arms around and patting Theo’s back, pounding him out of his shock. Theo began to tighten up, he awkwardly put his hand on Eli’s shoulder and increased the distance between them, with his smile back on. Alejandro sighed and Beth continued to smile. 

“Yeah, Eli Harding… it’s good to see you, with school over and everything.” Theo tried to be cordial. 

“Yeah, for sure bro.” 

Bro. Hearing that word snapped something inside Theo. His eyes went wide and it almost looked like he twitched. But he stayed completely still and his smile was still on his face. But Eli liked the way it sounded. He saw himself in Theo’s clothes as he looked into the reflection in Theo’s rich frappuccino eyes. 

“Yo, were you in class with Ms. Jones? I heard she was a total bitch. Never-”

“Eli!” Beth elbowed his arm. Eli’s biceps flexed reflexively, his new Old Navy shirt turning with his arm and body. Eli looked over at his mom, saw her face and then looked down. He saw his new shirt and jeans and realized this is why his mom got them for him. He needs to look decent. 

“Haha, honest man! I like that. Could be good for you, mijo.” 

For Theo, everything started to fall into place. He was worried that he would have to look after his Dad’s fuck-toy’s son when he first mentioned a new girl was bringing her kid along. But this was much, much worse. 

His Dad sent him to public school so he could try and branch out more. Dad wanted Theo to stop reading so many books and “experience the world.” He didn’t want to send him to school with other rich kids. Alejandro grew up properly, and normally. He realized that his son deserved to grow up the same way. But it’s hard for him to do that when there’s so much at home and everything he could ever want at his fingertips. Theo only wants to read and stick to himself, order what he wants and live the good life. He wanted to be sensitive to his child’s needs but…

Theo wishes Dad would’ve told him what to expect instead of just drop this bombshell on him. But this wouldn’t be the first time his Dad shocked him and made him deal with something without preparation first. He wishes his dad would just fucking communicate better… 

Theo realized that he needed to handle this situation at its core. Eli’s a problem, but he’s just a symptom. He’s only around, because his dad has another girl to entertain him. He needs to address that whore and cut her out. It doesn’t matter how he and Eli gets on or what he does or does. He’ll be at school, but that’s in like 3 months and if he’s not careful, he’ll see a lot more of Eli before the 3 months are up. He doesn’t hate Eli… yeah, it might make him feel a little weird how pale his skin is, and he might wonder why some people don’t just shower and do their laundry properly. But his beef isn’t with Eli. He’s just a symptom. 

Standing across, Eli told himself that he’s gonna need to act differently if this is going to work, and he’ll be damned if this doesn’t work. Theo’s an autist or some shit, and his father is richer than the entire fucking city. And Mom has him by the cock and balls… and Eli sees the way this rich guy is looking at his Mom. He really likes it. Eli is going to have to do his part to secure this bag. Mom has done her part, now he has to do his. That's why he's here. 

It seems that Alejandro doesn’t care and kind of likes me, but Theo… he hasn’t looked at me for the last 2 minutes. I really have to clean my act up. 

Soon, the two parents left the boys alone and made their way upstairs. No servants were nearby, and suddenly the air tensed. A shiver ran through the spacious, ornate foyer, and both teenage boys refocused. Eli was hoping that this shiver would give him a second chance, a new state to this game. His full lips pulled in a smile, stabbing into his soft, freckled cheeks and indenting dimples. His eyes glistened with purpose and desire. The kid had some real charm and was going to grow into a pretty boy. But at the moment, he was just a handsome kid who realized that his new toy needs to accept him, so he can start playing.

Theo instantly recognized those eyes on Eli's face; the rich young man felt sickened. Those voracious blue eyes slanted slightly as Eli’s lips parted, and ambitioned to spin some gold. 

But as Theo does when he’s seen those eyes countless times before, he turned away. Theo refused to stay sickened by this and found a purpose elsewhere. The young successor made his way out of the foyer and for his yard. Eli’s head tilted and he cleared his throat. 

“Hrmph! Uh, hey Theo. What’s happening?” 

Theo said nothing and continued to walk away. Eli scratched his messy and dirty blonde hair and groaned, looking around. He was not in his comfort zone. He reverted slightly to regain composure. 

"Theo! Theo, yo hold up. Theo!"

But he was left alone in this massive, uncomfortable world and had no idea where to go or what to do, after Theo opened the door and closed it behind him. 

Theo took a seat outside, reading a book with his airpods in, getting himself tanned in the bright summer sun. He had some thinking to do. He had to figure out how to deal with this new intruder in his home. This parasite, latching onto his father. This parasite that spawned a pale punk that was trying to get too close.

Theo wasn’t unused to the idea of a women he’s never seen before hanging around his father in the house. But this was more sinister. It just felt like play, with a familiar motif that was found on every intruder in his life. The lusty, swallowing glisten that desired everything they saw, on the eyes of an opportunistic thief. It inspired something tribal inside Theo each time, but once he stepped away he realized it was just emotions. People. Things he didn’t like to be around. It never needed to amount to much, even if the resentment built up within him each time he saw those greedy eyes, thirsty hands and curving arms latch onto his father. It was just a cat playing with their toy before. And his dad was a very rich cat. Those toys never lasted long before he got bored and moved on.

But suddenly, it felt like the cat was welcoming the dog into the house. This wasn’t okay. This was dangerous. What if the dog marks their territory where the money is kept?

“Yo, Theo. This is… a crazy, place… how does it feel?”

Eli followed Theo out awkwardly and tried to feel at home. But it was impossible for Eli to feel natural in a place like this right now. It was so spacious and clean. There was no one in sight and it was all beautiful, well kept and… all his. It was overwhelming. He looked back at Theo with a yearning smile. 

Theo had already opened up a book and put in his airpods. Eli’s heart sunk and felt the disrespect sting his chest and throat. 

This was a unique situation for Eli. He wanted to make this work, and he realized that included getting Theo to accept him. If there’s one thing he knows about rich kids, it’s that they always get what they want. 

Not to mention, if Eli would be disrespected like this at his hood or at school… things would get very confrontational, very quick. 

But Eli knew he had to be better. He had to change if he were going to get rich. He had to win over Theo somehow. And Eli spent the summer trying to figure out how to do this. 

But Theo just never looked up at him again. Theo continued to ignore Eli like a ghost in his house, no matter how hard Eli worked at it. He never acknowledged him nor gave him an opportunity to be equal. Theo just refused to share his attention and wealth. 

And as the adults got more serious, Eli had more opportunities, which all lead to the same result. He began to grow very, very disheartened and very, very angry. Every time his political advances failed, he felt himself needing to resort to the behavior he was used to; confront his problems and intimidate if need be. But restraining himself together was very, very difficult. And he couldn’t just ignore Theo because he knows that if he can’t get Theo on his side, he can kiss this good life goodbye. This is literally a once in a lifetime chance. Eli had to make it work, but he was just not making any progress. 

For a 13 year old out of his element, Eli was... doing good at controlling himself. Especially considering that puberty was starting to deepen his voice and take roots under his skin. Growing inside him, creating depth, weight, height and mass for young Eli. 

And for a 14 year old... Theo was about as moody and difficult to win over as you’d expect. His plotting and brooding didn’t take breaks and kicked into high gear when Eli was around. He could be much worse though; he did not want to whine and complain to his father. But he didn’t just try to ignore the problem either, like he’s always done. He needed to figure out something before the dog marked its territory and he lost the home he knew. 

But when Theo overheard his dad talking about a “family vacation” in a few weeks… Theo realized that he might have to speak up.

“She’s just after you for your money…”

but Dad insisted “It’s not like that, mijo. Anyways, you shouldn’t be in your own world all day long with those books. It’s good for you to have some company your age in here, eh Eli? You two can be great friends. Bro’s, even.” 

Theo felt sick at hearing that in conjunction with Eli again. Bro’s…

Theo wanted to speak up but his dad got a call. And he could tell very quickly, this was a call that was going to lead into another call and probably a meeting. Theo lost his appetite and went upstairs to his room, leaving his leftovers on the table. 

Theo spiraled and realized this is getting to be very dangerous. He was trying to scheme a plot, like he read kids do in his books all the time to find the way to save everyone before doomsday. But he realized quickly that he truly had no idea how to do this. He might have to accept this new world that’s developing around him. Theo began to think… 

And as he thought about Eli, he felt conflicted. He didn’t like Eli, but he’s been silently impressed that he’s been as respectful of his boundaries as he has been so far. He doesn’t have a friend who would be this patient with Theo… wait. Was he starting to consider Eli a friend? 

No, impossible. He’s just a symptom. A symptom of a parasite named Beth. And yes, that symptom is acting respectful, and hasn’t taken anything while no one was looking (Theo always checks to make sure everything is the way it was before Eli showed up. He knows the servants wouldn’t dare steal from the Torres’). Eli isn’t the one who’s leeching onto his father, but Eli can ruin his life. Even if he isn’t making the choice to invade, and he’s just on the mothership that’s trying to take up residence on this new planet, he can still make decisions that will kill Theo’s homeland. He can take everything Theo has. Eli is from the streets; who knows what he’s scheming?

I’ve seen the way he looks at me… those eyes… those fucking eyes. I saw those eyes on his mother. Their filthy, gold-digging, ice-piercer eyes. 

Theo remembers how Eli looked at him when they were alone in the foyer. They were the same eyes he’s seen on countless women who wanted his father. They were the same eyes Beth had when holding his father. They’re the same eyes looking at him. The eyes of a parasite. 

Parasite’s can take everyone you have from you. Steal all your money, your home, your life. And then what? And then your home will smell of cheap fragrance and you wouldn’t even recognize where you live anymore, if you’re lucky. Or if you’re unlucky, there won’t be anything to recognize anymore.

Theo can’t fight Beth head on, and he knows he can’t fight Eli. They’re from the streets and Theo never got in a fight before. He can’t rip these parasite’s off the fruits of the family. He just has to find a way to unlatch them before the family tree becomes infected and swollen. Swollen, after continuous pressure and sick, heartless intentions. 

“Listen, I want both of us to look our best today, okay? I want Andy and Theo to see that we’re respectable too.” Beth said, trying to clean up a lock of her son’s hair that was still wild as they were waiting for the light to change from red. She heard something from Alejandro (her pet name for him is Andy) about his son being used to women who aren’t as serious as they were getting. Beth understood, and she took it as a challenge. 

She had to make sure both her and Eli were ready for it. They had to make this work. This was their best opportunity. And Eli knew this, but he also knew that there was only so much more he could take. He had to make this work before it was too late. Theo still refused to acknowledge him, respect him. Look at him in the eyes and talk to him. 

It infuriated Eli on every level imaginable. But he had to keep it cool. He had to make this work. And something inside Eli, told him that today was the last chance he’d have. He has to make use of this opportunity. 

And not just for himself, but for his mother. He knows how hard his mother works. That new pair of jeans and shirt he got at the beginning of summer was the last time in a year he could have gotten new clothes. And he is growing too. His uncle handed down some brand-new chino shorts to him that would’ve fit him a few months ago but now, they were a size too small. They kept running up on him and he had to pull them away from his junk. Both his legs and junk were getting bigger, so this was a new problem for Eli. And this was a very, very hot day. It was getting very, very annoying for Eli. 

It didn’t help that he hates the cut his mom paid for him to get yesterday. It looks too fruity and clean. Slick at the edges, heavy on the top but in a compact and subtle shape. It felt very preppy. Eli hates it and he's lucky that he's not in school with this, but the boys going to give him shit later for this.

Eli groaned as they approached the gate. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down. He had to think about how today will be different. Maybe he won’t give up today, be persistent? Or maybe he should tell some jokes. Does he have enough time to google jokes? Fuck, what kind of jokes would Theo even like… what do rich people laugh at? Should I dress up like a clown and hit myself? Should I fucking cry?

“Uuuughh…” Eli let out, pressing his hands to his eyes. He pressed them there hard and long. He had to be ready. He had to do something different that. He has to figure out what makes Theo tick.

Eli walked outside to where Theo normally was, and saw him lying there in a sleeveless tee, his tan skin and lean, natural muscle on display. He had a pair of light gray, silky shorts laying over him, a hill in his shorts on display. It wasn’t obscene, but it was obvious. Eli registered it before he looked back up at Theo’s face. His hair was short, cut close to his head. His skin was delectably crisp, but smooth and taut. Eyebrows full, lips and face thin and lean. When he was smiling at his book, dimples were clear on his cheeks and innocent. But once he saw Eli in the corner of his eye, his smile disappeared. Eli felt a pit develop in his stomach. It made him tighten his fists. 

“Yo, Theo! Man, come on. Let’s talk?”

But Theo continued to ignore him. He had no airpods in his ears. Eli felt something in him growing as he stood there, ignored like a ghost of the past. Eli needed Theo to realize that he’s real. He’s right in front of him. 

Eli put his hand on Theo’s shoulder and felt him grow tense. He didn't shake it off, but Eli could tell he was unwanted. Maybe it's time to be confrontational, Eli thought. Eli created a smile and put his face in Theo’s field of view. 

“Yo, yo! Come on man, how can this work? Why don't you like me?"

Theo said nothing but was now locking eyes with Eli. Eli knew this was progress and thought that some confrontation might be good. Get Theo worked up a bit… what did he say earlier, when they first talked again…

Eli's smile deepened. "Come on bro, don't act like a bitch… I didn’t ask to kick it here, but Mom wants me to. Make it easier for us, come on…” 

Theo cringed, folded and sickened. He didn't like anything he just heard… but it confirmed his thoughts. They just wanted to slime their way in… and Eli was no good. Theo felt himself boiling. He had to get away. 

Theo put his book down and got up, looking past Eli. Eli moved in to block Theo, but Theo didn't care. His shoulder pushed through and Theo crossed the undeveloped garden, his crocs pressing down and gathering soil. The dirt held seeds within, but they have not sprouted yet.

Eli couldn’t believe what just happened. 

This punk actually just do that… he laughed at the audacity of it. 

The balls on this kid… 

Eli has had enough. Yes, it’s "Theo’s" mansion but he was a guest. And he needed to win Theo over, but there's a limit. This can't stand. He's not going to be some bitch to some rude rich prick. 

Treat me like a real fucking person! 

God knows he tried enough and Theo hasn’t put any effort in. Eli felt something on the brink of snapping inside him. 

“Theo! Come on.” Eli walked up, gesturing towards Theo and pushing his bare shoulder. Theo, who didn’t exactly tower over Eli but did have a clear height advantage over him, leaned but stayed steady. He was wearing a sleeveless tee, which highlighted how he had some natural muscles on his tanned arms but never had to use them for anything. Eli knew that. He was a rich punk. He’s never had to do a damn thing in his life. 

Theo stopped moving and turned his head. He still didn’t say anything. 

Something in Theo’s smokey glare stung Eli like nothing before. It was more than disrespectful. It was resentful. Theo looked at him like a fucking disease. Eli didn’t even think before pushing Theo harder. Theo stumbled but didn’t do anything, and Eli’s emotions grew. It almost occurred to Eli to think, why does it feel like I’m the one getting pushed around? But Eli was only 13. He didn’t read books like Theo. He wasn’t quite able to make such literary connections. But he knew how he felt, and he didn’t feel like letting this go. He couldn’t. 

Theo knew that he just had to ignore Eli until he could convince his Dad of what he knows now. And with Eli admitting that he’s a piece of shit too, he has no more desire to play nice and be around him. Theo processed walking away and pushing past Eli, as the ultimate sign of aggression someone like Theo could give. He had to take action against that blond haired, blue eyed bitch Beth and find a way to out her as a gold digger. And he couldn’t plan or think with Eli staring him down and trying to get his way.

But as Eli pushed him again, he was forced to look at Eli’s blue eyes. He saw the same blue eyes that looked at his Dad with that filthy desire in them. The same way every other woman his Dad brought home, looked at his father. Just because Beth was lasting longer than the others, doesn’t change anything. And just because her son looks at Theo the same way, doesn’t change a damn thing. It just reinforces him. 

He had to do more than just let this problem wash away, like the rest. Theo needed to actively spray the hose at the infestation. 

But even as he felt Eli slap the back of his head, his short-cut hair offering no cushion, he knew it was nothing. Just the efforts of someone trying to take advantage of his family. It was nothing to be concerned about. So he continued walking away. He had to fight these weeds at the root.

Eli’s eyes furrowed as Theo continued to ignore him. 

What am I, a fucking ant to you? 

“You fucking richboy. Fucking look at me!”

Eli slapped out, this time smacking Theo’s chest, a loud hollow ring echoed lightly as Theo’s broad shoulder moved back at the force. Theo looked down at Eli and gave this fucking garbage a look that told him exactly what he thinks of him. 

“The fuck’s your problem? You think you can treat me like I'm fucking nothing!? Because I'm not a rich boy like you, huh?”

“Don’t hit me. Just leave me alone and fuck off. You're unwanted! Fuck off!”

“Or WHAT!?” Eli slammed, somewhat proud that he got a response. But when he got none again… it just didn’t feel right. Even as Theo’s face turned from a face of disgust to something more subdued, Eli felt something burn up inside him. Something electric ran through him. 

Theo didn’t like conflict. He wasn’t a fighter. This is why he read books and hoped to ignore this problem instead of face it head on. He wasn’t used to someone like Eli, someone physical and confrontational. He never really fought before and certainly didn’t want to fight someone like Eli. He heard his Dad talk about how people from “the streets” fight. Eli was certainly from the streets. His hair wasn’t “pure” like his mother’s; it was dirtier and shorter, but not a mess. Theo knows that the clothes he’s wearing now are probably his best. He also knows that his mother probably made him get a haircut before coming here again, to look more respectable. It was pathetic and obvious. That was just the truth. And the truth was also that he started to get scared of Eli getting closer to him in his own home. 

Theo felt pressured when he felt Eli slap his arm, feeling the sting radiate. It didn’t hurt but he felt it. Theo held his arm and tried to walk away. But Eli stepped in front of him, in new-looking but still ill-fitting chino shorts. They rode up on him a little too much, especially with Eli’s posture being one that let him easily sway and quickly throw another slap in, this time at Theo’s chest.

“Or what, I said? You gonna keep on ignoring me, pussy? Huh?” 

Eli pushed Theo again, Theo barely keeping his balance. Theo kept his head down, gritting his teeth and trying to keep this together. He doesn't feel as tough as when he cursed him out earlier. And he also felt that by engaging with Eli, he was giving this parasite exactly what he wanted. 

Of course, Theo could only do the best he could, and as a 14 year old, developing young man, he had to do his best. And in the moment, it felt like his best was enduring the greedy onslaught of this invader. Running was futile but he knew he could take it. Theo isn’t weak, he’s been through a lot. Just because he’s rich doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what pain feels like. He will endure. He just can’t let it show that this is getting to him, or Eli will win.

Eli on the other hand, couldn’t make out what the fuck he was doing. 

Why is he still not fighting back? 

What is he just letting me smack him around? 

Why am I even doing this, exactly? 

Is Theo starting to cry? 

Then why isn’t he doing anything!? 

It all boiled inside him as he continued to reach and slap Theo’s head, face and body. Theo wasn't fighting back, he was dead set on disrespecting his attacks by not reacting to them. Eli felt a fury inside him grow as he realized this. 

Theo thinks he can just ignore me… who the fuck does he think he is?

Eli knows that Theo is a wimp, a softy. A rich kid who never had to struggle a day in his life. And if Eli does anything less than make this soft bodied, crying twerp regret disrespecting him, then Eli isn’t going to be able to sleep at night. How can he make it, if he lets this rich kid just do whatever he wants? He has to take charge. Make him accept him.

Eli lowered a strike, hitting Theo’s soft underbelly, but being surprised at how hard it actually was. 

Does this punk have abs? What the fuck…

Theo let out a grunt before Eli struck again, harder and angry as Eli lowered a hand to his stomach to cover it. He stumbled, losing his breath but then lifted a long leg up to cover more area. Eli pushed himself off of Theo as he realized his strikes weren’t making the deep seated impact he wanted. He saw Theo’s color clearly break off where his shorts ended, the soft fabric riding up as his leg lifted. The stark contrast pissed Eli off, reminding him that his pale skin either burns or does nothing. Summer’s like these are hell and Eli struck the color discrepancy. 

Theo groaned and pushed Eli away with more force, perhaps getting tired of his body developing bruises and welts. Eli realized that he was getting close to really making his mark, and didn’t let up. He felt Theo’s bony body and warm flesh under his confident and exposing strikes. He could feel Theo’s intentions waver with each unanswered strike and understood that he didn’t have long left. He had to strike Theo under his shell, where it would really matter. Hit him where it counts. This wasn’t a fight on the street for honor. This was personal, and there was no one here but them. Eli didn’t smile, but felt a tinge of excitement as he continued to unload.

Theo was covering his body and feeling trapped in this situation, just trying to put distance between him and Eli when he felt Eli deliver an upward arching strike from down low, connecting between his thighs and forcibly lifting his ample young bulge.

To Eli, the knuckle driven strike encountered more meat than he expected. His bony fingers felt two heavy orbs as they lifted, in attempt to flatten them. His hand and wrist felt the weight of Theo's other meat as his hand raised, and it all felt clear as day to Eli. This was a perfect hit, nuts first, dick second.

Theo’s eyes immediately bugged out as he felt a part of him spark up, like an ignition switch being flipped on. The switch being his crotch meat, and suddenly he felt more aware of it than he's ever been before. 

What just happened… my balls… 

Theo has been hit in the balls once before. It was terrible, of course. It was unexpected just like this and he never wanted it to happen again. But it was in a friendly environment. With friends. Now he was being pummeled by someone he will never consider a friend. Theo’s face grimaced and he stumbled, moaning, bending over deep and clutched his wounded organs, his pride through his silky athletic shorts. 

Eli backed up after and smiled. The feeling was electric, the sound was wet and iconic. And he couldn't help but realize that those balls were meatier than expected. Rich boy got a juicy family tree, it seemed. It sent a thrill through Eli’s body as he pulled the accosting hand up to his mouth, watching carefully, lowering his head to follow what Theo’s going through. Eli then saw a face he’s never seen before. It was a mix of shock, fear, anger and regret. At that moment, Eli forgot that Theo was a rich kid. He forgot what he was doing here.

Suddenly, the pain in Theo’s balls began to penetrate and reach something deep within him. Something in him just came alive and flipped every neuron, every receptor in his body outward into attack mode, fueled by pure animalistic emotion. Theo was basically trying to ignore this Eli issue and hope that his worst fears just drifted away but it suddenly became clear to Theo that he needed to fight this off immediately. Eli’s been asking for a fight and the little shit is smaller too. Theo needed to put him in his place. He’s intruded on Theo’s intimate, family grounds and slapped the core of Theo’s bloodline, the Torres bloodline. Theo’s meat, his balls stung and it fueled his rage and it morphed into adrenaline. 

Eli saw Theo look up under his furrowed brow from his bent state. The unique expression morphed before his eyes and Eli suddenly felt something very different. Something behind Theo’s watery copper eyes, glistened and froze Eli. A primal fear rushed over him. His spine tingled and goosebumps instantly popped over him, but they didn't stop him from getting jumped on by Theo's mad hands. Eli felt himself get thrown, flipped over onto the dirt below, his white shirt and chino shorts aggressively stained by the fall, bunching up and wrinkling over his taut curves.

Before he could recover, Theo growled and pressed his advantage, unweighted by thought, eyes wide and watering, he was just on a pure offensive fury. Theo’s untrained strikes were passionate but wild and inaccurate. Eli was able to put his leg between him and Theo to create distance. 

But this was the sort of thing that gave Theo an opening. He was just wildly swinging at his upper body but with the space being put between them, his focus and fight wandered elsewhere. He saw Eli’s dirty white shirt and too tight chino pants, with Eli’s pale skin extending from those shorts. And suddenly, Theo noticed that his too tight chino pants highlighted key parts of who Eli was. His dick was laying up, pointed at Eli’s head and his balls were on a diagonal, one lower than the other but both sized comparably and almost impressively. Seeing Eli’s protruding and full bulge reminded Theo of what Eli did to him moments ago. After wiping the water and dirt out of his eyes, payback and fury fueled Theo’s next moves after being pushed back by Eli. 

Eli stood up with his shorts bunched up and understood immediately that the tables had turned. That nut shot, although clean and on target, only served to infuriate Theo. That’s not exactly what he was expecting. He thought Theo would just cry about it and Eli would feel successful in some twisted way, but even with tears in his eyes, Theo was in control and was not ready to let up. Eli thought about what he needed to do as he saw Theo’s leg rear up, aiming directly for Eli. 

Eli had no idea where the wild strike was aimed at as he pulled himself back, his basically skin-tight shorts doing nothing to hide exactly where everything was, including the targets. His two developing orbs were big and heavy in their sack on this hot day, bulging like two popped out eyes in their sockets watching as Theo’s dutiful kick swung and just barely missed critical damage and scraped the left one on the upswing. Eli’s eyes went wide as he felt his left nut just miss total annihilation. Instead, it dragged up and misshaped as it earned a burn from the rub it received from Theo’s crocs. 

Eli backed up, clutching his crotch and turned his bottom away as a gross, dull pain emanated from within and it made his face grimace. He did not expect to receive his own nut shot, and he just barely got away with it. But even still, the pain really started to ring inside him. He started to feel sick and slow, the pain warping inside and causing Eli to quake.

“I didn’t even fucking kick you!”

Theo didn’t even realize he got Eli, and that was part of the reason why he was so adamant to continue the fight that Eli started. Theo swung madly at Eli’s head, who ducked just in time and took some steps back on the dirt beneath them, lifting his hand from his burning testicle. He felt drugged from the impact, but he couldn’t give in. Theo was still fighting so Eli had to win. He spread his legs and kept his hands up, ready to take on Theo as he charged in. 

The two grappled and pushed on each other. Theo was bigger and stronger, but Eli much had more experience. This was coincidently the closest the two boys have ever been to each other, sweating, grunting and pushing off each other, with both fully in attempt to end up on top. Theo used his strength to pull Eli around as Eli pounded the back of Theo’s head and soft of his stomach. He knew where to aim and a clean stomach blow landed. Theo grunted, doubling over and pushing Eli away as he lost his breath and his leg felt like jelly. 

With distance between the two boys, with just a moment between them, they looked at each other. Both sweating under the hot sun, angry and unwilling to compromise, they looked into each other’s eyes. A grimace on both faces, shared disdain and an underlying, unrecognized respect developed between the two. But it was too deep to recognize as their eyes took all of each other’s frames in the moment. 

Eli’s shorts continued to bunch up around him, his pale skin untanned by the sun but dirtied, along with his clothes, by the fight between them. His pale arms and skin looked solid and strong, and his hair was moist and hanging close to his scalp, just above his blue, furrowed eyes and light brows. And Theo, his soft shorts hung loosely with just a sleeveless-tee on, his sinewy, tanned arms glistening in the sun and brown eyes capped by full, curved brow and thin, wet lips that he licked in a circle. Eli licked his thicker lips, subconsciously reminded to do so, and both went back in to continue their fight.

Theo really came into his own and turned out to be a more natural fighter than he ever would’ve guessed in these short minutes since he began to fight back. He recognized his strength and his enemy’s weak point, which truthfully was his enemy’s mistake. All of this can be seen as Eli’s mistake and it was truly fitting that it would end with this. 

Before the two boy’s approached each other, Theo saw Eli’s bulge once again and knew that if he actually made contact with it this time, it would be over. He wouldn’t have to fight anymore. And especially since Eli broke that first, he had no issues going in for payback. And so, Theo swung his leg out, aimed at where he knew Eli was heading and yelled out in war as his leg swung in a coup de grace. 

However, Eli moved in an unpredictable way and twisted his body to the side as Theo’s kick went wide. Theo’s kick only met air, his leg up and shorts falling down his strong, twin-colored thighs as his bulge was held in place by his boxer-briefs. This proved to be dire as Eli’s leg was swinging between Theo’s upside L shaped lower body, and the sole of his foot hit directly with the softest part of Theo’s body. Eli felt those soft parts, with the dense, spongy texture simultaneously swing and flatten against his hard, bony body as an extremely loud splat echoed in the massive garden. 

Time froze as Theo's leg planted and his body immediately buckled. He pulled his hands in, a fruitless attempt to protect his vulnerable reproduction organs and contain the opening that was just exploited. Immediately, his instincts were the same as last time. Eyes bugged wide and focused entirely on what just happened to him. But this time, he let out a boisterous, screech that sent shivers down Eli’s body, the only other human to hear it. 

Additionally, within Theo, a volcano was ready to burst below the surface and the only time to prepare was spent in cruel, widening fear of the deep, intuitive understanding that what's going to happen is unknowable and massive. Theo fell to his knees, creating a dust of smoke around him and put a hand to the floor in anticipation for the earth-shattering to commence.

The pain was already sharp, as an aggravation of a sore wound, but before either boy could let out a new breath, Theo suddenly felt it all circulate from his two hairless sperm centers as they rendered the damages. The surrounding area twisted and spiraled from the only two forces in the universe that formed reality within Theo; the two, meaty organs who's nerves were screaming for Theo to save them from the world. The pain scorched as it traveled from his balls as the epicenter and through his hard, tense abdomen and long, smooth thighs and legs, an enveloping and inescapable vortex of bright, sharp pain that grew and grew, rapidly in size and height, pressure choking from Theo's bare knees to his tightened throat, curling the tall, sun-kissed teen further over into the fetal position. Constricted by the never-ending waves of pain, his hand gripped the dirt tensely, as if he were going to fall off the earth if he let go. 

This was bad. This was very, very bad. 

Eli realized his kick was better than he could've possibly expected. The hit before was shocking and made solid contact with Theo… but this was absolutely different. Before, it was just a warning shot… no, not even. It served as a trap. A card played to shoot and boost adrenaline, leaving Theo’s glands empty in a full offensive fury. But now that a new and direct hit has struck…there's no way Theo could defend himself. He has nothing left in this fight. He's just a writhing, squirming piece of young, golden lean meat. Eli didn't realize the full scope of how his efforts played out, but he knows he struck gold and he feels it coursing through him. He licked his lips again as he tried to catch the electricity within him by grabbing his rod. It was flaccid but moist. It felt like home in Eli's proud palm. 

Theo's face was twisted and horrific, his hands were now reaching over his balls and clasping between his thighs as his legs were tight together. He looked like he was bound to break with the slightest effort and yet, waves and waves of pain crashed into Theo between every moment that passed. It did not even begin to peak. 

"Fuck you, loser. You deserved that. Keep on cappin’, keep it up!" Eli commanded, knowing this was his moment on top. He needed to sound cool right now more than anything else. It's not everyday you drop your enemy in their own backyard, make them totally helpless, cause immense pain and force out pathetic noises at your feet. 

They were noises delivered by the disaster gathering storm within Theo. They weren’t human, and the only human thought he could muster was

What is this… I can't do anything. Oh my God… the pain… my balls…nooo…

Theo was thrashed by the devastation his testicles were causing him, flopping around helplessly as the storm raged inside, rolling Theo like a rowboat at an angry sea. This was absolutely nothing like anything, ever for Theo. His eyes were swelling like water balloons as enormous waves slammed into his head, pulled through his stomach, the burning taste of vomit reached past his throat and dragged out at the bottom of his thighs. He couldn't believe how much of him was feeling this right now. He pulled a hand to his thighs as he kicked rapidly on his side, twisted his neck and developed a momentary phobia of the purse that he always held dear and near to him. All the times he held them, poked at and played with them, and this was their true potential all along. He thought that they just woke him up earlier to stand up for himself, but he realizes now that they just smacked him into overdrive to protect themselves. It’s all about these dense meatballs that squirt out that clear smelly sauce that he still hasn’t gotten used to. They were fat and pathetic, totally vulnerable and the most damaging part of his body, and yet they spread their fire throughout him. They forced him to unleash, they now make everything within him burn. 

Theo closed his eyes in sensory overload. His head was rocking, he felt woozy as he groaned against grit teeth, and grabbed and pulled at his thighs with one hand as his other hand woefully held his testicles through his soft, yielding athletic shorts. 

Now, about 7 seconds have passed. The dirt began to settle around Theo from when his knees slammed to the floor. When he opened his eyes again, they looked past the watery veil that was leaking from his eyes, and yet they were clearly unaware of the outside world. They focused on the immense pain that was engulfing Theo's universe, just as they were once absorbed by emotion not too long ago. But the primal instinct to fight was now replaced at every fiber with an inward turned receptor. They were all on full, causing his body to sweat from the effort. He was starting to find a voice, which allowed him to breathe. Heavy, loud and intentional gasps as his head tilted towards the floor, legs shifting mindlessly, like the final kicks of energy from a dying animal. 

And slowly, the animal finished dying, and the human began to emerge. With his thin lips, he began to make human groans and form words to convey complexities. 

"Ahhh... balls... ahhh... what... what is... oooo noooo..."

Theo began to cough as he rolled onto his side and kept himself still for the moment. Then, he let out a pained moan, squirmed his legs about as tears fell down his golden cheeks. He opened his eyes and looked up at the invader above him. Looking down with a blank expression, clutching his chino shorts. The two locked eyes. Eli gulped loud and clearly, acknowledged. Eli was conflicted as Theo raised his legs and let them fall back to the floor. Theo shifted and closed his eyes as he continued to care for his family jewels. Swollen and bruised, but intact despite emotions on the contrary. He carefully rubbed them, like he was delicately washing a dish and spoke in his home language under his breath. There was nothing left to protect. 

Eli began to worry. This was much more devastating than he expected. He didn’t want to be cruel, he just needed to push Theo. He even began to wonder what the matter with him was. 

What the fuck happened…

He knew he was angry and annoyed. He wants this life, so why did he just try to ruin the life of the one who could give it to him? Why did he make this son, this kid cry and bust his balls so hard? Did he even mean to kick him in the balls? What the fuck happened? He's not his enemy, is he?

Eli grabbed his own hair, pulled it up and sighed loudly. 

What the fuck did I do…

Eli shook his head and put a knee on the ground, then a hand on Theo’s shoulder. 

“Fuck me, you okay dude? That was rough, fuck man.” 

Theo didn’t respond this time, but Eli didn’t really take it personally. He knew he fucked up. He went crazy for some reason. He tried hard not to think about how he felt earlier or why he did anything. 

He heard Theo whimpering and whining beneath him and felt terrible. He felt sick and sadistic. If he knew Theo was soft, then there was no reason to go this hard on him, in his own backyard no less. This is fucked up. 

Eli looked around to see if anyone was here. There were no workers around, thankfully. This huge mansion needs a lot of people working on it to keep it running, but none are in the area right now. 

Eli felt Theo shift underneath him and bent up to give him space but kept close. 

“You good bro? Can I help?”

Theo looked up, feeling sick and seeing Eli looking down at him. He saw Eli’s face, concerned and serious. It made Theo feel a certain way. Certainly not better, though. 

He finally realized the comforting hand on him was Eli’s, and followed it around. He saw Eli’s body, his dirtied shirt and shorts, which were still bunched up around him. Everything looked clear, like dancers forming an interpretive shape under a drape blanket, tight over them. The shape, two earthy balls next to each other, one on top and the other across and below. Both healthy, firm and delicate, identical outside of standing, with a long worm spreading out over the top orb. It spoke to Theo, made him sick at the sight of it. It reminded him of the hopeless pain, the waves still pursuing him and he let out a desperate sigh, before closing his eyes again. Then he clenched his hands around his meat, and lids around his milky brown eyes. 

“Fuck… fuck you, dude… it hurts so bad…” 

“I know, I know… don’t know what I was doing. You okay?”

“Fuck no… fuck you dude. You and your fucking mother.”

Eli grimaced and tried to not let it get to him. Theo had a right to be angry right now, afterall. And, he thought about it… and realized that he has a right to feel defensive. They aren't exactly here for the cooking… Eli found a way to be empathetic and started to understand things a bit better. This is good to know. 

His knee was still on the dirt, and he stood next to Eli, starting to rub his back.

Theo turned over and shifted his arm, to express his unwanting of Eli’s pity. Eli rolled his eyes, and pulled his hand back, looking away. 

Suddenly, Eli’s protruding bulge in his soft chino shorts was grabbed by vengeance fingers. They accurately dug deep into the meaty landscape and clawed in and upwards, the ring and index fingers trapping the tilted 8 shaped testicles perfectly against his palm. Eli screamed out and twisted his eyes and body, pulling his body back instinctually. At first, he pushed back and tried to pull Theo off, but he started to realize that this might be something he deserves. Or at least, something that was necessary. This might make things right. This might be the price he has to pay.

So instead, as he screeched out in a tight, loud and high pitch, Eli latched onto Theo for support and tried to stomach this torture for as long as he can. Hopefully, long enough for Theo to feel satisfied. 

But this grew difficult as Theo started to feel a thrill run through his body. His enthusiasm noticeably grew and Eli’s body began to shake with it, trembling in piercing agony.

Theo’s handsome face twisted in ugly retribution and success. He realized his luck, found an opening and grabbed a hold of the enemy’s weakness, with every intention to squeeze and twist for his family’s pride. He contorted his hand, feeling Eli’s meat compress and straighten out, malforming and screwing like a vortex. Theo dug his thumb into one of Eli’s balls, his left one, and put all his effort into it, hoping to collapse it and cause as much damage as possible in the process.

Eli squealed and collapsed over Theo, his knees fully on the floor, his legs spreading helplessly, hugging the back of his chino shorts and the pale teenager quickly grew more pale and overwhelmed by the agony. The unique, burning and sharp agony that felt like hundreds of pins and needles ripping apart his testicles with every tenth of a second that passed. He quickly realized that he’s paid his due. He can’t take more than this. 

“Fuck, fuck let go, let go. You win, you win!” 

“Fuck you! Leave my family alone!” 

Theo cried out, pushing Eli over and putting himself over Eli’s body. You could clearly see Eli’s balls getting clawed at through his revealing shorts, the mound of flesh that Theo was holding was in equal parts sickening and appetizing, Eli’s legs squirming and mouth shaking. His eyes were closed tight and his hands were desperately trying to remove Theo’s hand from between his legs. Each time Theo moved his fingers or shifted sent a burning siren throughout his body, letting him know that his testicles were being abused from a slightly different angle and to fix the problem you fucking sack of shit. You can’t just let him do this to you, you have to stop him. You have to fucking stop him!

Eli opened his eyes and looked down at his crotch. He saw the bulge he’s grown very fond and proud of, after some recent intimate moments and internet research, in Theo’s hateful, rigid and violent grip. And as he saw Theo’s wrist twist, he felt his nut chords scream for mercy and in turn, he cried for mercy. More waves of pain on top of the countless waves of pain, and the pain just never stops. But there's only so much anyone can take. Eli let out a blood curdling scream, arched his neck and bent closer, his face growing an increasingly distressed red and his blue eyes were filled with water. 

“FuCk!” Eli’s voice cracked as he cursed and slammed his head into the dirt beneath him. He shifted his eyes again following up Theo’s arm as the pain continued to demand his full bodily and mindful attention. He tried to push his legs into Theo to break off his grip, but it was not working. His skinny arms were far too attached and his positioning was too fucking strong. But he had to fucking do something! ARGH!

“FUCK! AHHH, MY BALLS! fUCK!” 

Again, a voice crack as Eli felt like his balls were on the verge of popping. This was it, he had to end this. And Theo realized that he had Eli desperately against the corner and felt that he had proven his point. With the way he was squirming and crying, he had to concede. Theo began to proceed and announce his demands.

“You have to FAA! OOH!”

Theo was interrupted by Eli grabbed a hold of his balls through his thin shorts. Immediately, his balls felt the accosting, sweaty palm and fingers of desperation. His lanky and healthy body jumped without hesitation. His hands instantly let go and he tried to pull away, but Eli’s hands latched onto his targets right at the last second and almost whiplashed Theo. For a moment, it felt like his soul left his body as he collapsed back to the ground, ass first with his balls in the hand of the enemy. 

But his consciousness was immediately thrust back in, and he squirmed as the white hot pain reemerged within him. Theo made a choking noise as he couldn’t get his voice through the weight of the pain, his legs shifted and arms scratched at Eli’s arm. Eli meanwhile, pushed Theo over and tightly held the fat fruit he had in his hand, feeling the spongy organs shape around the outline of his enclosing hand and tried to squeeze the life out of them. He was angry, in agony and in dire need of stress relief. It was barely even registering what he was doing to Theo, through the haze of emotions and stress he was under. 

After a gasp broke through, and Theo grabbed Eli’s shirt desperately, he was suddenly able to beg for mercy.

“Ohno,okok let go, pleaseplease.” Theo pitied, his face a twisted mess of fear and tired pain. Eli pressed his thumb down on both of Theo’s balls, intentionally causing him to squirm and whimper, his other fingers pressing and pulling in towards this thumb, trying to crush and totally reshape the almost perfectly oval shape of Theo’s royal eggs. 

The pain was so much scarier for Theo. The pain of getting his already sore balls squeezed was world-ending, but the kind of world-ending that just kept on getting worse and worse. And it just never, ever ended. The bar kept on rising, the pain kept on shooting and exploding and Theo was more pathetic and mindless than ever before. It grew more and more intense for Theo, his rich body hopeless to resist the real pain of man. And Eli laid over the warm, meaty body that was experiencing all of these sensations, feeling Theo tense underneath him, feeling his spongy, full testicles getting crushed and he was able to feel it all course through him. He pushed his body deeper against Theo, moaned aggressively and emphatically as he screamed. 

“Fuck, I didn’t want this! Fuck, why didn’t you let go earlier!? Fuck, fuck!” 

Theo couldn’t breathe as the ascending pain stuffed his tight, tan body with burning hot poison, causing his limbs to squirm and mouth to make the strangest noises and shapes. And as Eli continued to press his hand into Theo’s shorts, continuing to clearly feel the testicles he’s misshaping in his palm, his emotions continued to spike in a swirl of anger, determination and resignation. 

“Fuck!” Eli screamed before he let go and fell to the side, allowing Theo to recapture his family fruit and cradle them. Eli did the same for his and laid back, rolling on his side, back to Theo and shoved a hand down his pants, past his tight shorts. 

It’s just too damn tight…

Eli grimaced and his sweaty hand felt cool when he felt his bruised balls. It all made him wince and squirm, letting out a burning whine which cooled down as he felt like things were finally calming down now. He rolled back onto his back and looked over at Theo. 

Theo was curled up, loudly breathing and whining. One leg was up to his chest, his head at his knee and his other leg was long and stretched forever, it felt like. Eli noticed the long, half golden, half white curve of his thigh muscle, reaching through the landscape and disappearing through his shorts, where his view was obstructed. Then, Theo pulled back, laid on his back and had his legs laying flat as he shamelessly grabbed at his meat, rearranging and desperately searching for something to relieve the pain. It was clearly visible through his soft shorts and Eli felt himself shiver. He closed his eyes and curled his head inwards, clutching his balls under his shorts with one hand, and held his wrist with the other, pressuring down to hopefully relieve the pain somehow. 

Theo felt things winding down for the first time too. He was still in tremendous pain and regretted letting it get to this point. It even felt that his insistence on fighting this was pretty stupid. He doesn’t feel any of the previous fury or drive he felt before. He just felt like curling in a ball and not moving for a long while. He closed his eyes tight and tried to disappear. 

It almost worked for a minute before he felt a hand at his back, behind his ribs. 

“Theo, bro. Come on. Let’s get up, we gotta talk.” 

The hand he felt was genuine and so was the voice. Soft as a cotton. Theo turned around gingerly, and saw Eli looking down at him. His head was against the sun so it was hard to look up, but Theo could see his hand outstretched against it. He might’ve seen a weak smile too. One that felt both guilty and trustworthy. 

“Come on. Just take it fam.” 

Eli really just needed to get this sorted out. No more fucking games… no more of this… 

Theo reached out and took Eli’s hand, and was slowly helped up. Both boys were still clearly in pain but they pushed through it in the moment. When more upwards, both boys held their balls and groaned at the same time. They looked up and laughed lightly with each other. Eli felt the good news wash over him, and Theo thought about what this means for him. He looked at Eli’s eyes and wondered, what does he see in there? 

“I want us to… be open. We don’t gotta be cool, but we gotta… ah, fuck. You really got my balls good…” Eli complained. He was trying to move past it, but he couldn’t stand up straight. He spread his legs and lowered his center of gravity. 

“You first, asshole… your fault.” Theo whined. 

“Yeah, you’re right… but why were you ignoring me man… you don’t do that...”

“You don’t go for someone’s balls like that either!”

 

“Ahh…” Eli groaned, realizing he had a point. He shook his head then nodded, sighing. 

“Okay, fair. I deserved it. But we gotta do better… I don’t know. But mom is happy and… is that cool? I just want my momma to be happy. Can we let that happen?”

Theo thought about how sincere Eli felt and realized that it’s possible… just, maybe possible, that he didn’t really know how Beth and Eli Harding really felt about this. Maybe he wasn’t wrong but… but, there’s also something about Eli’s eyes, he thought…

He looked over Eli’s body. He was breathing heavily, his hand was cupping his crotch and he saw a leaning tower above his hands. It looked like a heavy fold and then he moved his hand away from underneath and let it all on display. He saw Eli’s two balls where his hand was and Eli was not aware of it. Or if he realized that he was semi-hard, he didn’t show any shame. Or maybe, it’s just the way shorts bunch up sometimes, Theo thought to himself before he lifted his eyes up. Eli was looking at him, face out of breath and wet, eyes wide and smile curling. 

“Can we also…not tell our parents about this?”

Theo laughed and thought about this. Something in his mind clicked as he looked back up and saw Eli’s face. He saw his thick lip getting pulled by his teeth and Theo pulled his head back. He looked down and around, then back. 

“Okay, yeah.” He said as he let go of his balls for the first time in this discussion. Letting them go felt like betrayal but they needed to breathe, he thought. He readjusted his shorts lightly then nodded. “Deal.”

Eli smiled. He's in. Fucking in!

"...Great… we both have things we want to do. Whatever we are or go for, it’s chill… but, we let our parents do their thing. We do ours. It’s good. This is good.”

Theo smiled and adjusted himself slightly. “Yeah. I think… I don’t know. But, we won’t tell our parents anything for now. And Eli?” 

Eli smiled and raised his chin, in curiosity. Asking what’s up without saying anything, his eyes doing the rest of the talking for him.

Suddenly, a loud popping noise echoed in the massive garden. Both boys heard it but it was Eli who truly felt it. Theo felt Eli’s balls cave in under the force of his shin, his croc flying off at the force of the kick. Now his sole was finally free and able to breathe, the weight removed and a cool breeze blew at the exact moment to chill this hot summer day. Remarkable, but also gut wrenching, as Eli collapsed on the floor without a thought, his legs emptied out from underneath him. 

The young, pale and solid street urchin didn’t even have enough power within him to close his mouth as he hit the garden, his lip open and drooling on the dirty floor. The taste of dirt entered his mouth, but it was nothing compared to the taste of unbearable pain swarming within Eli. He never, ever expected this and it totally broke him. He didn’t understand what happened. Yes, he realized he felt a rising, brutal pressure enter his body from underneath and between his legs. Of course, he felt his swollen and sore balls pop up and crash into his hard pelvis, almost shooting up back into his abdomen. Perhaps they did, actually, he wasn’t able to decide that. He was frozen in pain.

He didn’t quite realize how his chino shorts looked in the moment either. They were already bunched up, so the kick just sort of, crunched the outline of his manhood and then reformed back, with pained adjustments due to the forceful blast that swung up from underneath him, the shorts wrinkling revoltingly as they popped into its new place. It was an abstract art piece, formed by the swings of nature, brewing and withheld, forcibly upon Eli’s young, bruised manhood.  

Despite this, Eli absolutely didn’t realize that he was kicked in the balls. He did realize where his hand should go, but these were unattached events in his traumatized mind. The pain that erupted and convulsed within him, shattered all sense of time and made no connections with the outside world anymore. The dirt he tasted in his mouth was always the case and unavoidable. The pain he was experiencing was just the truth he had to drown in. Calling it immersive would be a disservice. It was the only truth in the universe. It was all that could be felt and thought of. The expanding, swelling and blazing misery he felt within him, which centered around the twin pair of meaty, tender and neuron filled testicles in his hand at the moment was beyond anything to be put in words. 

And Theo realized that this was finally it. He didn’t know if he just defeated the enemy, or put his stamp on the first true interaction with someone he’s grown to respect and maybe call a friend, but he’s seen those eyes before. Those were the eyes that Eli’s mom gave his father. The eyes of longing and desire. Those eyes needed to be punished and put in their place, and Eli’s balls were the symbolic homeland of all of those nasty, sick fucking feelings that Theo felt over the years, which peaked this humid afternoon. Abuse enforced on the young, bruised and battered street kid who couldn’t defend himself or react anymore. Only writhe and feel.

Eli’s pale skin was drenched with sweat and turned almost completely red. The low, groaning voice that occasionally escaped over the next few moments were thoughtless and broken. Eli wasn’t flat on his stomach, but instead crooked, a hand low at his crotch, holding it tenderly and knees bent slightly. His eyes were glazed over and building up water to cool down the fire that was undoubtedly burning within him. The fire sourced from Eli's bruised testicles, cupped pathetically by his sweaty, poor palms.

And slowly, woefully and like a curse unfolding, Eli began to unwind and let out more intentional noises. His body twisted up and then his eyes rolled back and his hand clenched in anguish, his clearly defined bulge. His hand pulled, his bulge shifted and his legs closed together and a forceful, weak, confused groan was let out. And then a higher pitched, aware yell escaped for just a moment before it jittered it’s way down and then ran it’s way back up as Eli twisted around. He coughed up heavily, sharp eyes suddenly keenly aware. Neck twisted, body lurched and then a series of wet coughs shot out something wet out with force. It was thick, but not excessive. It splurted and burned along his throat, the dirt ahead of Eli, and then his mouth lockjawed as something seemed lodged in his throat. This tongue tasted of acid, vomit stained, and it seemed like his body couldn’t tell if it should cough whatever was stuck in his throat, up and out or if it would be a necessary part of the recovery process. 

Eli thought it might’ve been his balls stuck in his throat and hoped to God his body decided to remove them right now. He could tell that all of this agony was centered around those two, bruised and broken orbs of despair and cum. At the thought of it, he felt his loins and stomach hurl inwards and rise up, forcing its way out and causing Eli to tremble. 

Then, something wet stained his chino shorts. Theo saw all of this, Eli’s hand at the bottom of his package and holding it all in as a stain emerged at the top, pointing away from Eli’s hand, right where he knew his dick was and Theo felt disgusted, surprised, curious and yearning in the moment. He fell to his knees and watched in awe. He had no idea what he was seeing and forgot everything that separated the two of them at the moment. They were the same, yet different. One was here, the other was there. One was in awe and the other was enthralled. One was writhing and helplessly releasing themselves, and the other had an open mouth and wide eyes, thoughtless attraction. 

Theo watched Eli twitch, leg and meat as he climaxed and finally fell flat supine on the ground. Groaning, but dreary and totally defeated. Theo crawled closer and rubbed his hand gently on Eli’s cheek. His thumb drifted faithfully to Eli’s full, vibrating and moist lips. His thumb entered and hooked at the corner, pulling soft and breathing hard as he peered down into the red, wet and dark abyss. His eyes peered up at Eli’s white skin, and his eyes, which looked mindful for the first time in minutes. The two locked eyes and said nothing. The only sound were those of Eli’s heavy, pained breaths and Theo’s loud, lustful breaths. 

And then, both boys forgot where they came from, and what they were doing there. They just saw the other’s sweaty, tortured and relaxed faces for the first time, and there wasn’t anymore parasites or proving points. Symbiotic and taking turns, is all that’s left.