Cody vs. Daddy

This is the first work I've done via request! Well, not request. More like... I read a comment by Mr. Anonymous and thought "That sounds like a fun writeup." And a more recent comment by Ballbuster XXL has motivated me to push up the publish date to today! So, don't ever tell yourself I don't listen to you guys! You guys are all amazing people who I hope to hear more from. I don't promise to fulfill a "request" consistently, but I will not ignore it. However, I'm really glad with how this came out. So, I hope you guys enjoy yourselves, and don't forget to leave feedback!

Cody and his father are sitting in the living room, watching TV. The news station of the appropriate party affiliation was on the Television.

“Dad, can I change the channel?” Cody asked boredly.

“No son, this is important.” Jerry said, focused on the Television. Those damn idiots are at it again.

“But I really don’t want to hear about this anymore, I’m sick of it.” Cody said, trying to not watch politics. This political season has been fucking bonkers, and he does not want to hear about it right now.

“This affects all of us son.” Jerry said seriously.

“I can literally read about all of this online, I don’t need to hear about it on a biased news network.”

Cody’s father name is Jerry. Jerry is a strong man, who makes a living being a construction worker. Jerry has brown curly hair, and brown eyes. He’s a good looking man in his late 30’s and does a good job providing for his family.

Jerry looks over to his son, Cody. Cody’s a very handsome young man. Cody has curly brown hair, just like his father. Cody has beautiful hazel eyes, just like his mother. Cody is young and slim with such a lovely face. Cody’s wearing grey sweats, and shirtless, showing off his fit body. Looking like his sexy self. Cody got a lot of things going for him.

Jerry thinks to himself.

“All right Cody, you want to change the channel? Here, take the remote.”

Cody looks at this father. Jerry isn’t wearing a shirt either, showing off his hairy, and masculine chest. Jerry’s just wearing jeans, hugging his strong lower body.

A smile on Cody’s face.

“Thanks dad.”

Cody gets up and walks to his father, extending his hand.

Jerry smiles, and throws the remote at his son, hitting his son right in the testicles.

“OOOOFFFF” Cody let out, as his hands shot towards his balls as he bent over. Mouth and eyes wide in surprise.

“HAHAHA” Jerry lets out, enjoying the pain of striking the family jewels. “I got you good that time!” Jerry said playfully.

Cody’s bent over at the waist, hands buried in his crotch as pain radiates from his father's throw at his balls.

Cody has felt this so many times before, many times from each member of his family. His family seems to have a… sick perversion when it comes to Cody’s balls... and Cody hates it. Cody hates feeling sick to his stomach, Cody hates that his family uses the one thing that makes him a man against him. It’s embarrassing and painful.

“Why do you always go for my balls…” Cody says with hurt in his voice. He doesn’t understand why his family does this to him.

“Because it’s easy, and gets the point across.” Jerry said looking back at the TV.

“What point is that? That you don’t want grandkids?” Cody said bitterly.

“No. That I’m the man of the house, and you’re still weak compared to me. You don’t have muscle, you complain, and I provide for the family.”

Cody is radiating anger. Did he just hear that right? His own father. His own father… calling him weak. And using that to justify inflicting so much nauseating pain.

It’s so twisted.

“Well fuck you dad. I AM a man. BECAUSE Unlike YOU, I CARE about other people. I CARE how they feel. I ALWAYS help Stevie with his homework, I always help Julie with anything that she needs help with. And UNLIKE YOU, I DON’T ENCOURAGE HER TO CAUSE PAIN TO OTHERS!!!” Cody belts out, with heart and purpose.

Jerry look at his son, who is fuming. More emotional than he’s ever seen.

Jerry’s almost proud.

“Good for you son. Standing up for yourself.”

Cody, still livid, calms down a bit. Cocks his head, eyes confused. He didn’t expect his father to praise him for going off.

“Tell you what son. You’re angry that I’m busting you. I understand that, and I give you the opportunity to curb that pattern.”

Cody’s listening.

“How?” Cody asks. The sheer thought of having his balls not busted at home is an opportunity he has to jump at.

“Roshambo.”

…

“What?” Cody asks, bewildered.

“You heard me. Roshambo. You kick me in the balls as hard as you can, an-”

“I know what it is. But… why?”

“Because if you are really a man, if you really want to call shots in this house. You need to prove your balls are strong. If you’re really a man, and deserve to be called a man, then you need to prove it to me.”

Cody doesn’t like this. He know’s he can’t take too many kicks, his balls are sensitive. But if trying can get his father to stop busting him…

“...okay. I’ll do it.”

Jerry smiles.

“Good choice son. Go to your room and compose yourself, do anything you’ll want to get done before tonight. You won’t be wanting to do anything after roshambo haha” Jerry laughs as he gets up and heads to his room.

Cody looks down, and sighs loudly.

He can’t believe he just agreed to a game of Roshambo with his old man. Cody walks up stairs, and can’t think about else. Cody knows he can’t win in Roshambo vs his father. Cody can barely stand after a tap to the balls, let alone a full force kick from a fully grown, strong man. Cody wishes he wouldn’t of agreed to this.

But he knows he did, and he has to try.

Now, he has to prove he’s a man.

Cody gets to his room, and starts pacing. All he can think of is his father's size 13 boot slamming into his delicate orbs between his legs. Cody’s feeling ill just from the thought of it.

Cody looks around in his room for something that can help him. Anything that can help him feel better, advice, anything. He's desperate.

Cody looks in his closet, and moves things around. Looking, looking, looking…

Voila. Ta-Da.

Cody finds a cup at the bottom of his closet.

And not a coffee cup.

An egg’s cup.

“Holy… thank fuck.” Cody says to himself as he might’ve just found his ticket to victory.

Cody looks over the cup, and notices, it’s a bit small. And Cody is a big boy. Cody has a big package; big cock and huge set of balls. The cup was from when he was younger and... not as developed.

Cody takes off his grey sweats, and now only has tight american eagle boxer-briefs, that are very flattering. He looks like a model.

He should be a model.

Cody moves the cup to his crotch and imagines.

“There’s no way this will fit properly.” Cody laughs as the cup is barely large enough to cover his testicles. Cody drops the cup, as he takes his underwear off, and lets his package hang. His long, thick dick and his hefty, full balls hang oh so appetizing. Clean shaven.

Cody puts the cup over his balls, and see’s how he can make this fit. The cup barely covers his nuts, but they do.

However, Cody has to leave his dick hanging out. Cody’s holding the cup up over his gonads as his cock is hanging over the cup, very vulnerable.

Honestly, the image is quite funny. Cody realizes this as he laughs to himself.

Cody puts on his boxer-briefs, holding the cup in place. He moves his hand as his underwear covers him, and holds the cup in place. Cody’s pleased.

He thinks this will work. Better than crushed nuts Cody reasons.

Cody smiles and puts his sweats back on. Time to do homework.

A knock on Cody’s door.

“Son, come downstairs when you can. Time to scramble some eggs haha.” Jerry said way too cheerfully for Cody's liking.

Cody let of a large sigh and closed his eyes. Cody’s hypes himself up. He knows he has to do this, he tells himself he can win. Cody can win this. He walks downstairs wearing just his sweats, and cup/boxer-brief combo.

Cody sees his father moving the furniture around in the living room, making enough room for their interaction to commence. He also made sure that the other family members had a good view.

Cody’s mother, Lauren, Cody’s younger brother, Stevie, and the youngest child, Julie.

Lauren was once very pretty, and passed down some of her good genes down to her children. Her hazel eyes, and facial structure are now of Cody’s. Stevie looked a lot like Cody did when he was 12, and will one day be just as handsome, if not moreso. And Julie looks just like Lauren when she was 4. Very good looking family.

“All right son, are you ready? Prove to us all you are a man.” Jerry said, looking at his son, no shirt on. He also took off his jeans, showing off his impressive package as well. Although, despite Jerry being the man of the house… Cody’s manhood is more impressive.

Cody gulped.

“All right, let’s go.” Cody said, kicking his legs, getting ready.

“Not yet son. Take your sweats off. We both have to show what we have, and be proud of it.”

Uh oh.

Cody’s sweating now.

“Uhhhh… I’d rather not. I don’t feel comfortable being in my underwear in front of... everyone…”

“What? Scared we’ll point and laugh at your small pecker!” Stevie teased, which garnered the laugh of his parents, and a red face from his older brother.

“Uh… yeah.” Cody says, hoping he doesn’t have to take his sweats off and show that he put on a cup.

“You’re my son Cody, you’ve nothing to be ashamed of, haha” Jerry says laughing as he grabs his own bulge.

Cody really doesn’t want to take his sweats off.

“Son… Now. Take them off.” Jerry says sternly.

Cody sighs. He knows he can’t get out of this.

Cody starts to lower his sweats, slowly. He closes his eyes and lowers his sweats down below his thighs. Everyone can see the ridiculous bulge Cody has.

Cody’s dick is prominently displayed, as his cup is pushing his dick up against his american eagle boxer-briefs. You can see it perfectly outlined. And behind his cock, you can see a solid object, not the squishy orbs you’d expect to see.

Jerry looks at his son’s package. He then looks up at Cody’s face, which now looks very ashamed and red. Embarrassed.

“Son, is that a cup?” Jerry asks, as he starts walked towards his son.

Cody has a knot in his throat and can’t speak.

Jerry reaches his son, reaches down between his son's legs, and grabs the cup.

“It is…” Jerry said, disappointed.

He pulls on it, stretching the material of Cody’s underwear.

“You didn’t actually think this would work, did you?” Jerry asked as he let go of his son’s cup, letting it whip back into Cody’s balls with a twack thanks to his skin tight boxer-briefs.

Cody let out a gargle as the many sizes too small cup crushes his testicles. He sends his hands down to his groin as his legs start to feel like jelly. He falls downwards, still on his feet, tippie-toes to be exact, but knees bent as he sits on his legs. One hand over his crotch, other on the floor, as the pain radiates from his nuts up through his stomach making Cody feel queasy.   

If he can’t take a bit of a slap, how can he take a full on kick?

“A cup is cheating Cody. I thought we raised you better…” Jerry said as he shook his head.

“I’m disappointed Cody.” Lauren says sadly.

“CHEATERCHEATER PUMPKIN EATER!” Stevie yells, pointing at Cody.

Julie laughs. Not entirely sure what at.

Cody’s eggs are cracked, and his ego is shattered.

“Take your cup off. Then we can get started. You’ll even get the first kick, since you’re already hurting. Because I play fair” Jerry said very passive aggressively.

Cody gets up, eyes closed, already defeated. It’s hard for him to stand as is, and the game didn’t even start. And it doesn’t help that he’s emotionally crushed. He got found at AND his parents are disappointed in him trying to cheat.

Cody’s a sensitive kid, this stuff gets to him.

Cody reaches into his underwear and grabs the cup, gently. He maneuvers himself and his dick, so he can take his cup off.

The cup comes off, and Cody puts it on the floor. He rearranges himself, so he’s as comfortable as he’ll get in his tight boxer-briefs in front of his family.

Cody looks up at his father, who’s standing across from him. Jerry’s legs are spread, and his package is ready for the kicking. His hairy body, handsome face, and muscular frame is waiting for his son’s actions.

Cody can still scarcely believe he’s just supposed to punt his father in the balls. But then he realizes…

He can kick his father in the balls as hard as he can. Right here. Right now. The man who’s constantly caused him so much pain in what’s supposed to be the most comforting place in the world for him. The man who’s told him what to do, caused so much stress. The man who questioned his manhood. The man who not too long ago questioned his manhood and said how he DESERVED TO get busted. How Cody DESERVES the pain. Now it’s Cody’s time to return the feeling.

Cody’s eyes are filled with anger, as he rears his leg back. Cody’s eyes focus on where he came from, and sends everything he could into the kick to daddy’s babymakers.

Cody’s foot goes up through his father's legs, and connects with Jerry’s balls with a wet splat.

Cody put everything into this kick. Not only because he KNEW his father deserved it...

But also because Cody didn’t know if he could take a kick from his old man.

Jerry grunted, and stumbled backwards. Bent over slightly at the waist, and hands on his knees. But still standing, and doesn’t take him long to stand straight.

“It will take more than that to take down your father Cody. Jerry’s a real man” Lauren said, looking at her husband with a loving look.
Cody looked on in awe. How did that barely affect him? He expected... so much more.

“Spread your legs son.” Jerry said

Cody begrudgingly spread his legs and breathed out slowly. Cody’s package prominently displayed, big eggs and cock hanging low. It’s so inviting, mesmerizing.

Cody closed his eyes and tried to prepare himself.

Jerry didn’t let him prepare himself.  

With a swift movement, Jerry brought his leg straight up, into his son’s family jewels.

Cody’s testicles flatten with a splat, as the sound of Cody’s balls slapping against his pelvis with the force of his fathers foot echoes throughout the room.

Cody was not ready for this.

Cody’s eyes bulged out of their sockets as his feet were lifted off the floor.

Cody’s feet came back down, and Cody instantly sent his hands down to his large eggs, and tried to protect them from further destruction. Head leaned forward, bent over half ways. Legs stumbling.

The all too familiar nauseating ache travels all over Cody, as every strain of his being started pulling him down. The simple act of standing up felt too tasking for the young, cute kid with balls way too large for his own good.

Cody’s eyes clenched, his face contorted in pain. Face red and sexy slim body tensing. Head facing down, so his family won’t see him cry. And it’s too difficult for him to hold his head up anyways, so it works out.

But Cody fought every inkling of his being, and stayed up. Knees weak, palms are sweaty. About to throw up Mom’s spaghetti. But he keeps up. He has to own the moment.

Cody is a man and he will prove it.

Cody sends his hands to his face and clears his eyes. He breathes heavily and stays bent over, collecting himself. It’s obvious he’ll make it another round now.

“See, I told you he’d make it to round 2!” Stevie said, proud of his big brother.

“Guess you were right son.” Jerry said, looking at his oldest. Pouch large and full, standing, albeit barely. Jerry’’s proud of what he sees.A smile comes across his face.

“Whenever you’re ready son.” Jerry says as he spreads his legs, and grabs his own bulge, adjusting himself.

Cody takes his time, and gets ready to retaliate. Breathes slowly as the pain stops being so overwhelming.

After some time, Cody feels well enough to continue Roshambo. Cody stands up straight and breathes out, shaking his legs. His bulge jiggles as he does this and Julie points and laughs

“Mommy! Cody’s bits move funny!”

“Yes they do, darling.” Lauren said, smiling at her big boy.

Cody's face grows red. Not from the pain however. Cody’s still feeling the effects, but he’s all right now.

Cody looks at his father in the eyes before he sends another kick. Cody stares into his father’s brown eyes with his own hazel eyes, and see’s something he’s never seen before. His father’s eyes glimmer, twinkle almost. Jerry looks happy to be looking at Cody for the first time. Cody sees a human being in his father.

This makes Cody feel good.

Cody knows he’s supposed to kick his father, but he doesn’t want to hurt him anymore. Cody’s not angry anymore. He’s gotten something out of this.

Respect.

Cody sends a kick at his father's groin, but holds back. Not a soft kick, but it’s not as hard as the first kick.

Jerry grunts a bit, but barely moves.

Jerry looks at his son, and tilts his head.

Cody looks to the side at his brother, then his mother and sister. He’s searching for words to express himself right now.

Cody turns back to his Father and is about to express what he’s feeling right now.

Then what he feels becomes very different as Jerry sends a thundering kick to Cody’s balls.

Cody’s was caught completely off.

Cody’s nuts are crushed under his father's foot, as they compress under the pressure. Cody’s large testicles are squished up into his pelvis.

Cody’s wide-eyed, as a croak leaves his mouth and he starts to sink to the floor as the sheer idea of standing on his feet doesn't even cross his mind as everything is pain.

But Jerry’s foot didn’t move from between his son’s legs. It stayed in place, and he felt his son try and slump to the floor.

Jerry doesn’t allow this. He raises his foot that’s already crushing his sons jewels, which causes Cody further discomfort. Jerry feels Cody’s eggs move around his foot, but size of Cody's nuts made it hard for them both to stay under Jerry's foot as he pushed up. Cody’s left nut moves around his father's foot and becomes free, which allows Cody’s right nut to take the full brunt of pressure from Jerry’s foot.

Jerry looked at this son. Cody looked back, with a distorted quizzical face. Cody doesn’t know why he’s father is doing this to him.

“You’re not going to fall down now Son. You held back.” Jerry said, with any sense of pride in his son gone from his voice.

Cody’s eyes start filling up as a pitiful high pitched groan leaves his mouth. Cody’s hands are surrounding his father's foot, which is causing him oh so much discomfort. Cody’s eyes are tearing, and he starts bending over at the waist, legs feeling like jelly. He’s tripping over himself and staying on his feet feels like too monumental of a task as his current state of suffering is too much to bare.

Jerry lowers his foot slightly, then pushes it even further up his son’s legs with much force.

A high pitched “AAAHOHGOD” comes screaming out of Cody’s mouth as he jumps in place, now standing straight up.

“Stay on your feet, or you WILL” Jerry says as he forces his foot up even further up, crushing Cody’s right testicle, as Cody feels it might pop at any moment.

“Or you will regret it.” Jerry says sternly, as Cody’s watery eyes looks at his father. Pleading and prominent hazel eyes.

Cody’s muscular, yet slim frame tensing as his tall body is standing up. Every muscle on Cody's young adult frame tenses up as he finds a little bit of extra will he didn’t know he had, as his father's foot threatens him with even more torment.

Cody really wants Jerry to move his foot.

“I want you to tell me when I can move my foot. Because if I move my foot, and you fall…” Jerry says, letting Cody fill in the blanks.

Cody’s hands are grasping his father's foot fiercely, as he raises his head and looks straight up in agony. Cody screams with his mouth closed. He breathes heavily and looks down.

Cody looks at his father and nods.

Jerry finally moves his foot out of the way and Cody lets out a sigh of relief as he can finally hold his plums and comfort himself. Cody makes it a point to not fall down, but it’s very hard to do so.

Feeling so nauseous, so uneasy. Cody doesn’t want to do this anymore.

Cody looks at his father pleadingly. Jerry just spreads his legs and waits for Cody’s retaliation.  

Cody looked over at his mother, who’s sitting there enjoying the show. She looked over her husband, then looked at Cody and smiled. She gave him a thumbs up.

Cody looked at Julie, who’s mostly disinterested. She’s eating her hand right now.

Stevie is very interested in what’s going on, he’s very into it. His knees are up, and holding his legs. He sees Cody looking at him and says

“You’re gonna lose Cody! Just one more kick and you’re gonna lose! HAHA” Stevie said, clapping his hands.

Cody looks down, and wishes it didn’t have to be like this.

Cody’s in so much pain. He just thought he made a connection with his father. Just to be interrupted with a swift kick in the nuts.

After a couple minutes, Cody goes for a kick. But he’s already out of it, it wasn’t too strong, nothing his father couldn’t take.

Cody opened his legs and closed his eyes, just hoping his father lets him fall down this time.

Jerry rears back, and sends the most devastating strike yet to his son’s spermbags, as the loud smack echoed throughout the room.

The kick raised Cody off his feet. Cody’s eyes crossed and his mouth opened agape. Jerry’s foot didn’t keep Cody up after this kick.

Cody didn’t even land on his feet. He fell face first onto the floor.

“HAHA! I KNEW IT!” Stevie screamed and jumped up on the chair, like he just won something.

Cody curled into a ball, and started hacking, hands down his groin. He rolled back and forth, rolled up. Making painful noises, expressing his anguish. Cody felt the need to vomit. Pushing his face against the floor, glass eyes.

“Still not a man.” Jerry said looking down at his writhing son.

Jerry walks up to his room, leaving the scene of the crime.

Lauren gets up and heads to the kitchen and asks “Who wants dinner?”

The children who currently aren't preoccupied with excruciatingly nauseating agony respond positively and head to the kitchen.

Cody remains on the floor. In the all too familiar overwhelming agony that he's felt so often before. And all he can think of, is that he's going to feel like this again. And again. And again. Crying, coughing, and moaning. Defeated and destroyed. And definitely not the Man of the House.