Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Grapefruit Claw Part Two: Never Leave Yourself Open

Part 2! Part One can be found here

Stevie ran to his parents room. His father, Jerry, was lying in bed with only a pair of tight blue underwear on. He was scratching his hairy belly and turned his stubbled and still young, but not youthful, face away from the news when he heard someone come in.

"Hey Stevie! What's up little man?" Was said in a fatherly tone and grin. 

In a child-like tone and smile, "I just beat Cody in WWE! It was really fun!"

"Is that what all that screaming was about? It sounded like you had him by the balls haha!!" Laughed Jerry. 

"I did! It was really fun!"

"Haha, awesome son! The ol' fashioned Grapefruit Claw!" Jerry said with pride. "Your old man's special!"

"Cody bet me that if he won, I'd have to clean my room. But if I won, I said we could play another game!"

"I kinda wish Cody won now. That room is a mess, son." Jerry said with a smirk.

Laughing, but not wanting to focus on it, "DAAAD! Shut up.... Help me! I don't know what game I should pick..."

"Hmmm... well, what do you want to do? You wanna break your brother's balls some more?" Jerry asked Stevie.

"Yeah!" Stevie said with lit up innocence.

"Awesome! I know just the game! You should go get your phone, so we can record this! Put it up on YouTube!"

"Yeah! I'll go get that right now!" Stevie yelled as he ran off to his room. Jerry laughed and got up in anticipation as he strolled happily to his oldest's room in his underwear. 


Jerry entered and saw Cody in a ball.

"Cody, get up!" Jerry said joyfully, walking up to stand in front of his pained child.

Cody opened an eye and saw his father in front of him. Smiling down at him, in his blue underwear and small beer belly. Cody moaned and shifted.

"Please... leave me alone..." Cody whined as he closed his eyes again. He hoped he could just disappear. 

"Come on son, don't be a bitch." Jerry almost begged, pushing Cody's shoulder. Cody whined at the force.

In a stern tone, almost like he were parting fatherly advice, "Cody. You promised your brother a game. You can't back out of that... A man's word is the most important thing he has to offer."

Cody re-opened an eye and looked at his dad.

"I remember you said that you wanted to be treated like a man. Do you remember that? Well, you have to earn it. Stand up for your word, and take it like a man!" Jerry said, referring to an argument the two had some time ago. Cody wanted to be treated fairly, like a man, and his father challenged him to Roshambo to prove it. Cody failed miserably. 

Cody closed his eyes and whined again. But he tried to get up. The pain in his balls was intense, but he could manage. He wanted to manage, he wanted to earn it. He really did.

Cody pushed on the floor with his right hand and held his throbbing testicles with the left. His face was red and struggling, but he got to his feet.

"Good son, good." 

Then, Stevie opened the door with his phone in hand. It was already recording, and it was focused on Cody's injured body as he stood without a shirt with his left hand holding the hefty bulge in his khakis. Cody turned his head, saw the camera and sighed. 

"Can we tu-"


"There you are Stevie! Cody, shake your brothers hand to honor your word!" Jerry said turning to Cody. Stevie walked up to his ill brother with a smile. He offered Cody his left hand, and held the camera with his right. Cody looked right into the camera, then his father then his smiling brother. Stevie looked like he could barely contain himself. Cody let out a sigh. 

Cody put his right hand on his knee and looked down. He collected himself then grunted as he pushed himself straight with his left hand still holding his manhood. Cody pulled his right hand to his stomach, as the pain was there too. 

"Okay... okay." Cody said as he extended his left hand and grabbed his brothers left. The two shook.

Jerry, in a sagely state of mind, took this opportunity to pound in an important lesson.

Never leave yourself open.

He quickly slapped his backhand up into his sons unprotected nuts, connecting with a thud. Cody cried out and fell to his knees, kneeling over. He wheezed out and then cried out some more as he sent both hands to his abused balls.

Stevie laughed but did a wonderful job of keeping his phone steady as he recorded Cody on his knees making music with his voice. 

"Fuck... why *wheeze* would you *hmph* do that..." Cody whined into the floor.

"Haha! Never leave yourself open! One day you'll learn, son! Hahaaaa... ooone day..."

Cody moaned and coughed on the floor. He felt his eyes swell as his spuds radiated even more nausea. He let out a pained cry and lied flat on his belly, with the bottom of his feet looking at the ceiling. 

"Now, Cody. Stevie earned a game, and I know just the game he wants to play! He would really like to practice some wrestling moves that won him the match, right Stevie?"

Stevie's eyes lit up as his smile swole double that of his brother's balls.

Cody gasped as he began to claw at his fathers toes. Jerry looked down at his incapacitated son who looked so hurt, so pleading. His prominent hazel eyes were watering and silently pled with the man that brought him into this world, to take him out.

"You shook on it son. Time to pay the piper! Shouldn't write a check your balls can't cash! Hahaha!!" Jerry laughed as he turned to Stevie. Cody pulled his hands into his crotch and tried once more.

"No... please *wheeze* my baallss... *coughs painfully*... anything bu-"

"No, Cody, you're going to get something out of this, may it be broken balls or a lesson. Or both! Now, be a good big brother and let your brother bash your balls! Haha!" Jerry, obviously having a jolly good time, once again laughing with Stevie as Cody began to accept his fate. He's going to have trouble walking for awhile.

"So son. What move do you want to try out first?" Jerry asked Stevie, who was so excited he forgot to think.

"Hmmmm... they're all so awesome, I don't know!" Stevie replied as he had the camera looking at his shirtless hairy, bulging father. 

"You can try them all eventually!"

Stevie felt like a kid in a candy store. There were so many things he wanted to try! He turned the camera and looked at Cody, his big brother. He was on his back, both hands over his large manhood in his soft looking khakis. Moaning and shifting on his back with eyes closed shut. Stevie knew what the first move he wanted to try was.

"I got it!" Stevie excitedly proclaimed as he moved over in front of his brothers feet and looked around, unsure what to do with the camera. 

"Give me the phone, I'll get a good shot." Jerry said, taking the phone from Stevie. Stevie turned back down and bent over, grabbing Cody's ankles and lifting them up high. Stevie loved to look down at his big brother on his back, open and vulnerable. It almost felt like Stevie was in the drivers seat, and he knew, all he had to do was floor it, feel his foot melt into the pedal and the vehicle in front would do exactly what he wanted to do. 

The vehicle, otherwise known as Cody, rumbled at this and began to struggle with his hands covering the pedal, not wanting to get kick started. 

"Cody! Move your hands!" Stevie cried to his brother. He wanted to have fun, and he couldn't if his brother was covering his fun bags.

Cody groaned and shook his head.

"Cody." Jerry firmly stated. "Move your hands for your little brother."

Cody groaned and angrily threw his hands to his side and yelled out. He tensed his fists and face as he braced for impact.

Stevie smiled and brought his sock covered foot over his brothers manhood, getting a feel for everything first. Cody grimaced at the investigative touch.

"Smart Stevie. Figure out where the plums are so you can mash them!" Said Jerry. 

Jerry loved what the camera was capturing as it was looking down at Cody's crotch, with Stevie's foot rubbing around, feeling big brothers soft and warm, big package shift under the soles of his foot and heels. Stevie loved how it felt, and the stance he was holding made Stevie feel empowered. His big brothers big legs being held on his smaller hands, looking down at him and in full control. Like he had two levers in his hands. Stevie found so much to enjoy currently, and he didn't even do the move yet. 

Cody found his little brothers stance and touch to be very far from comforting as his nuts were very sore having so little time to recover. He knew what was coming, and Cody was anxiously on edge. Cody was only concerned with the moment, and he wanted it to just end and move on, even if the moment ended with his large and juicy grapes getting squashed. 

"This is going to be an awesome video!" Jerry said. 

Stevie placed his brother's sausage to the side and pushed it down hoping it stays in place. He then moved his heel lower and pushed down on the meaty orbs, just to confirm that's where they were. Stevie could feel he was on point and even if he wasn't sure, his brothers wincing was confirmation.

Stevie lifted his foot but kept his eyes where his foot just was, making damn sure he didn't miss. He pulled his leg as high as he could then screamed

"GRAAPEFRUUUIT STOOOMMMPP!" as he threw his heel down perfectly on target, putting all his weight on Cody's left testicle

"GAAAAAHHHHGAAAWWWWAAAKKK" was roughly the noise Cody made in response as he pulled his legs in. Cody rolled onto his side and protected himself from further immediate punishment as he pulled his head in and kicked his legs and cried painfully.

"Ahhhh... my fucking nuts ohmygod..." Cody said with a crackling in his voice. He closed his watery hazel eyes, just to open them again with a gasp. Cody struggled to breath and heaved as his stomach spasmed. He banged his head on the floor and whined as he flipped to lie flat on his stomach.

"Awesome stomp Stevie!" Jerry said with pride, holding the camera on Cody's belly prone body. Stevie lit up as he looked up from his agonized brother.

"I want to do my signature move now!"

"Of course! How does Cody need to be set up?"

"Hmmm..." Stevie said as he looked around Cody's room. Stevie looked at the closet across from the desk. He opened it, and it was perfect.

"He should be sitting on the ground here, with his legs spread!"

"Okay! Lets get him ready!" Jerry said as he handed Stevie the phone. Stevie took the phone and walked to the middle of the room, giving his father space. Jerry walked to and pulled on his stiff son and dragged him across the floor to the closet. Cody was unable to mount any struggle as Jerry sat up him against the wall and spread his legs. 

"Like this?" Jerry asked. 

"Perfect!" Stevie said, as he gave his father the phone. Stevie walked over to Cody, who was sitting against the wall in his closet with his seventeen year old spread legs, head hanging and hands covering his grapefruits. When Stevie tried to pry his hands off, was when Cody began to struggle.

"Come on Cody! Move your hands! It's no fun if your hands are in the way!"

Cody pushed back weakly and mumbled. Stevie tried to overpower his brother, but Cody was putting up enough of a struggle to make it difficult. 

"Here, let me talk to him." Jerry said as he walked over and handed Stevie the camera. Stevie took the camera and backed up, and apologized into the camera. "Sorry for all the moving around guys." 

Jerry grabbed Cody's hands and pried them away with ease. Cody struggled and tried to pull his legs up. Jerry then shot his hand down and fully got a hold of what Cody was trying to protect. Cody instantly grew stiff as a board and gasped. His scared eyes were focused on his sadistic daddy.

"Let your brother. Play his game. Okay?" Jerry said, and ended his statement with a gradual increase of his pressure. Cody whined as his head nodded furiously and started hitting the floor with everything he had. Jerry let go and momentary relief washed over Cody's body. He sighed and held himself. The camera was given back to Jerry. 

Stevie backed up as far as he could and stared at his pain ridden brother. Cody was sweating, his eyes were shut and his hands were buried deep in his khakis and his legs were trying to cover as much of him as could.

"Cody..." Jerry started. Stevie was waiting impatiently.

Cody moaned as he feared what he knew was coming. The pain in his nuts was already so nauseating. Cody felt that anything more than this had to be illegal. And all because of his balls. Cody hated being born a boy at the moment, and wished someone would have asked his preference. However, he is stuck with those gorgeously crafted, but oh so delicate meatbags hanging between his legs. And Cody knew he had to fight every biological urge inside him so he can get through this. He lowered his legs and opened his eyes. Across from him was his little brother. Cody looked at him with wet begging eyes, hoping maybe it wouldn't come to this. 

Stevie stared back with an innocent smile that screamed fun.

"Move your hands Cody!"

Cody closed his eyes and lifted his hands away from his god-given valuables and locked them over his head. He pushed long heavy breathes as he tried to prepare himself for the blunt trauma his most delicate parts would be receiving very soon, despite his wishes. 

Stevie sprinted forward and jumped when he was halfway to his brothers spread body. The twelve year old flew with youthful grace, his legs pulled in and a huge face full of excitement that can only be given by family fun. Then, when some feet away, Stevie thrusted his feet outward on his descent, towards the family jewels. 

The outcome was 2 perfectly placed sock covered feet crashing into Cody's wide open soft bulge. Each small foot striking, heel first, a testicle of their own and pushing the sore and swollen nut in, partially crushing them into the floor and partially pushing them towards Cody's pelvis. 

Cody felt his sperm filled spuds get assaulted by his little brothers little feet, and instantly felt his tender nuts explode in a sickening, all encompassing malady that took over all he knew. His eyes turned to saucers, his mouth an open hole that let out an agony laced high pitched

"PWWOOO"

as Cody pulled his legs up and tried cradle his testicles, but his brothers feet were still mercilessly digging in and almost splitting them in two. Stevie was staring at his brothers funny face and laughed and battered his feet in some more.

Cody cried out after each strike, and Stevie found each cry and subsequent expression to be even more awesome than the last. Luckily for Cody, he managed to sneak his hands underneath the pounding and was able to protect his balls from further direct assault. But this didn't stop Stevie from having a spectacularly good time.

Stevie kept his left, right, left, right going after Cody's hands were in the way. Cody tried to crawl away but he was trapped against the wall and his sadistic brother. Eventually he managed to get up and pull his legs over and in. But Stevie made sure to get one last kick in before his brother rudely interrupted his fun.

Stevie reared both feet back and catapulted both in under his brothers hands as his legs were at their highest. Cody yelped out as he felt his hands crash into his plums and do much more damage than the previous covered kicks. He fell into the wall behind him, and powerlessly sank into a pool of agony.

"Damn Stevie! Sweet drop kick, and way to drum it in afterwards too! Making your old man proud!"

"Thanks dad!" Stevie said feeling even better about this thanks to his encouraging father.

Cody meanwhile just cried against the wall of his closet and couldn't even fathom things getting worse. His young and stable mind has never conceived such callous agony and brutality. Cody was hunched against the wall, his defined naked upper body covered in sweat. And one look at his face would tell anyone that Cody looked sick and in no shape to continue. 

The camera captured everything in glorious high definition, and Jerry was sure that this was an awesome idea. This was going to be a huge hit with the fan base they have put together. But there was still more to be done. 

"Stevie, isn't it time for a finisher?"

"Yeah!" Stevie said with excitement. "But I'll need your help to hold Cody up."

"Sure!"

"And then drop him on my knee at the end!"

"Sounds awesome! Drop him how?"

"Belly first!"

"Gotcha son! Let's get it going before you lose your finisher, haha!" Jerry joked as he turned to his less happy, more weepy son.

"Cody, get out of the closet!" Stevie yelled out innocently.

Jerry laughed out at Stevie's comment.

"I've been telling your brother to do that for years, son."

Stevie laughed, but he didn't understand why.

Cody moaned dismissively, knowing the conversation was on him, and unlikely to be very complimentary.

"Here son, take the camera. Mount it somewhere we can see the action from." Jerry said, and Stevie did as he was told. 

"Come on son, you're not done yet." Jerry said as he grabbed his sons arms and pulled. Cody weakly groaned and fell over, too weak to do anything but try and protect himself with what little energy he could find. 

"Please... no more...my balls... dad p-please..." Cody weakly whined, tears rolling down his cheek.

"Your brother still has a finisher to do."

"And then more moves after that too!"

"You heard that Cody? And more after this too. Better get it over with. You're going to be throwing up your balls for awhile!"

Cody couldn't mount anything more as he felt his father pull on his body and lift him up. Cody was held in a full nelson, unable to move thanks to his father's interlocked hands behind Cody's head. His legs were weakly dangling and he felt so horrible. His balls were crippling him, and he couldn't take this anymore.

Cody looked forward at his little brother, whom he loves so much. He's always been on the receiving end of so much pain thanks to Stevie, but this was so much worse. He never felt so scared and unwell as he did looking at his smiling brother, wearing his imagination on his face. Cody remembers the finisher Stevie created and did not think his balls could withstand it.

"Stevie..." Cody weakly muttered, almost growing weary from just saying so little. "Please don't... I'm going to vomit... *cough* they're going to break... stop..." Cody begged with wet hazel eyes. 

Cody was sincere, but Stevie wasn't able to understand how terrible of a state his brother was truly in. His dad was encouraging and he loved the entertainment and feelings he experienced. Nothing else seemed important to his pre-pubescent mind.

Stevie practiced some kicks and made sure his accuracy was on point. Cody realized his pleas fell on deaf ears and cried as he hung his head. He tried to pull his legs in, but Jerry instantly threw his leg between his sons two and then the other, keeping Cody's legs as spread as his own let him. Cody had enough in him for one more plea. 

"Dad please..."

Undeterred, Jerry replied "It's tough love son. You'll thank me later."

Cody felt his pain momentarily mold into anger. In an unbecoming rage that seemingly sprang out of the fiery depths of his midsection, 

"L-love?? I'll THANK YOU??!!" Cody bellowed out as he began to shake around. "GO FU-"

SMACK

Cody was about to go off before his brother interrupted his flames with the one surefire way you extinguish any boys fight.

Cody was lifted off the ground as his body erupted with a nauseating poison that rolled his eyes behind his head and made his stomach churn.

Stevie laughed at the sight of his brothers eyes looking white. Just like The Destroyers, even if just for a moment.

"Great kick!" Jerry proclaimed. He heard his son's testicles slap up, and knew that would be enough to put Cody out of commission. Maybe this can finally go smoothly, Jerry thought. 

"There's still 7 more!" Stevie yelled with excitement as he ran in and kicked his brothers balls once again.

Cody yelled out as the pain that was already indescribable, got so much worse. It literally felt like his balls were shattered and he was so sure something was very wrong.

Cody tried to arch, undo his arms, do something. "Please stop! I-I think they're broken, please-AWWW"

Stevie hit his brother with the 3rd of 8 kicks. Cody felt the agony increase even more and he tried once more to struggle. But Jerry barely felt Cody's efforts. Cody was too weak.

THUD

The next kick made Cody go limp. He slouched and couldn't work up the power to move. He felt the bile in his belly rise as he began to try and heave. Stevie laughed at the weird noise.

"It's always so funny to watch you react Cody! It makes it so much fun to crack your eggs!"

Cody wasn't able to register this compliment as his mind was preoccupied with this ugly purple torment he was experiencing. It was a perpetually sickening feeling and it colored his sight and sensations.

Stevie then went for 3 quick kicks, letting Cody have absolutely no time to marinate in the increasing levels of agony after each kick.

After the 7th Cody couldn't even think about how much he hurt. He just knew. He knew the pain and he knew his throat was burning and his body was trying to get rid of it out of his mouth.

Legs hanging, body hunched and glistening with pain induced sweat over his naked and strong upper body. Cody made weak retching noises as the vomit was ready to come out. But it was like the pain was engulfing his frame, and his tender and overwhelmed body couldn't expel the bile that it felt it had to. Pain ravaged his body with the appropriate biological response to his most important organs being on the receiving end of such assault, but it lead to his body being unable to find the energy to actually complete the response sent out. 

Not only was he under too much agony to move at all, but his body was too overwhelmed to act upon his nausea. He was too weak to push out any of the bile burning inside him, and too weak to put up any fight to do the one thing his body knows he has to do. 

Cody's body was telling him to not leave himself open, but his balls made him too weak to listen. 

So instead, Cody Brennan was pathetically limp, unable to do anything but be a pathetic looking boy who's been gifted an amazing body and a beautiful pair of testicles that overwhelm him with a pain only boys can experience.

Stevie laughed at his brother's appearance and showed his appreciation by continuing what made his brother so much fun to laugh at. He reared back and the 8th and final kick rocketed itself between Cody's spread, weak, teenage legs and pushed his discolored, swollen and horribly unprotected testicles up into his hard and bruised pelvis once more.

Cody felt things get worse, but he wasn't able to understand it. He was unable to think. Then his father lifted him up, one hand grabbing his brown curly locks and the other grabbing his swollen manhood with absolutely no regard for his son. Cody was lifted up and started to feel that bile finally able to leak out thanks to gravity.

Then gravity, the uncaring mistress of the world, let the sick boy flop face first towards the floor. Stevie's knee was placed right where it had to, and Cody bent himself over his brothers knee. All the bile spurted out of his mouth, thanks to the pressure pushing into his stomach and gravity doing the rest.

"Eewwwww... I have SICK ON ME!" Stevie yelled as he pulled away quickly. Cody plopped face first, his face fell into the vomit and Cody was happy to be able to rest.

"Yeah, that's disgusting. It happens sometimes..." Jerry said pushing Stevie away. "Let's get you cleaned up, we can finish with your brother soon..."

With that, Jerry and Stevie left the room to get cleaned up and prepare for the next round. Cody spent his respite drifting out of consciousness, only to be awoken by the foul stench right under his nose. Cody was unable to realize he could move. All he was able to do was hold his testicles that were barely able to fit in his hands. 

The camera captured Cody lying in his vomit the entire time he lied there. If this were to be uploaded to YouTube, this section would be sped up. Not everyone is interested in seeing a young teenage boy lying in a pool of his own vomit, holding onto his balls. But to those that have taste, it's arguably the single most enthralling experience one can witness. 

After 15 minutes, Cody rolled out of his puke. As time went on his senses came back to him, which did him absolutely no favors. The pain grew and grew as everything just got worse and worse. Cody began to cry as he rested the side of his head next to his own excrement. He yelled out and curled in, weeping but unable to enjoy that it's over. But he was thankful.


Then, after some minutes.

"Eeewwwww... It still stinks in here!" Stevie complained as he came back in with new clothes, but no socks.

"Vomit lingers son. Good you learn that now, before you wish you knew that earlier."

"Can you clean it up please? I don't want to smell it anymore..." Stevie said, holding his nose.

"No. It's Cody's room, and he throws a pissy fit whenever I touch his room. He'll clean it up when he can."

"Fine... "

Cody's weeping sat in the background of the two's conversation. Stevie looked down at his brother and then around the room, seeing the camera. He smiled and waved at the camera as he was wondering what to do next...

Stevie turned to Jerry. "Okay! Dad, help me set Cody up. Spread his legs between his desk and the bed!" Stevie said as he pointed between the two. The camera had a perfect angle and didn't have to be moved. 

"Haha, okay! Gonna shatter his dreams of having two working balls, haha!" Jerry laughed as he knows what's coming. He loved this move.

Jerry, careful to step around the vomit, picked his son up, who was still crying like a pathetic child who just had his candy taken away.

"P-p-ple-ease n-n-no m-m-"

"Man the fuck up son, Jesus Christ... you're acting like a bitch!" Jerry said, tired of his son's shit.

Cody pushed weakly against his father, trying to get away. He moaned and groaned and struggled as much as his, what would be a waste of a body if it wasn't still so attractive, tried to protect itself. His balls may make him weak and overwhelmed with agony, but they also make him such a pleasure. His muscles on his slender but toned body are on full display in his vulnerable state. 

He tried to put them to good use, but all it did was annoy his father. Jerry angrily threw Cody onto his bed.

"THERE. Now are you happy?" Jerry yelled out at Cody. Cody bounced and whimpered as he lied flat face first. Some vomit was wiped off on his covers as this happened, but there were still some stuck on his otherwise almost perfect face. His naked upper body was also victim to some defecation. Cody sniffled and coughed into his bed.

"No? Then stop fucking bitching around..." Jerry spat as he grabbed Cody again and pulled him up. Cody whimpered as he got pulled. He tried to slouch onto his father, who responded with by smacking his crippled son's head and tried straighten him up.

"Man the fuck up Cody! I'm tired of this!" Jerry yelled as he pushed Cody's shoulders together and stared into the stained face of his wife's sad son.

Cody was trying to pull back his tears and stare at his mother's mad husband. Cody tried to pull it together.

"Good... now-"

Cody interrupted Jerry with a large and nasty vomit stenched loogie, spit into his right eye. Jerry flinched and settled into the idea of this defiant action coming over his sight.

Stevie gasped, in awe of his big brother. He had no idea what to think of this.

Cody looked at Jerry with red rowdy eyes. In a fit of rebellion, his lip was snarled and he was absolutely seething. 

Jerry wiped his eye with a hand as he looked down, trying to settle into this. The air was palpable with tension, and it felt as if time stood still for Jerry to react. Then, the image changed in a flash. Jerry's upside turned upwards and a smile took over as he faced up to Cody. 

"Way to stand up for yourself son." Jerry said with pride. Cody tilted his head and gulped in as he tried to understand what to do next.

As circumstance would have it, Cody did not do what would be in his best interest. His best interest would've been to follow the lesson Jerry tried to teach him earlier.

Never leave yourself open.

Jerry pulled Cody in and shot his knee up in one swift motion. His knee compressed Cody's unsuspecting swollen bulge in his khakis with ferocity. Cody cried out in a throat-crackling scream and fell straight to the floor, reimmersed in complete sickening agony.

Cody was on his shoulder, his hands buried in his khakis, shaking and watering hazel eyes searching for something they'd never be able to find. The pain grew and grew as he writhed and groaned and writhed and groaned as his slender body became completely wrecked with a biological demand. 

Stevie stared at his writhing brother and wondered why he spat in his father's face. Stevie's never seen such anger in his big brothers eyes before. Cody's always so sweet, if not occasionally annoyed. But this was different. Stevie felt uncomfortable, his stomach churned.

Jerry turned to Stevie and saw the expression on his little boys face. He wanted to make him feel better. He turned back to his oldest, writhing and crying. Jerry knew what to do.

Jerry picked up Cody and threw him back first on the bed. Jerry pried both hands off of Cody's tortured manhood which was easy to do. He held both hands away as Cody moaned and softly shook his head.

"Stevie, come here. Finish it with the grapefruit claw!"

Stevie's eyes looked at his brothers crotch. His legs were hanging and his body weakly struggling. Stevie could see his big brothers bulge shifting around in his khakis. Any uncomfortable feelings he was experiencing disappeared when he thought about grabbing those grapefruits again.

Stevie smiled and nodded as he jumped over and stretched his claw out and grabbing a literal handful. Cody shrieked out in a comically high pitch.

"AIYEE!! PLEASENONOMORENONONOHOHOOO!" Cody cried as things just get worse and worse. Cody couldn't help but wonder what he did to deserve this.

"Haha! They feel so awesome!" Stevie said as he dug his fingers into the mushy orbs and feeling the solid center. The further he dug in, the tighter his brothers face grew, which made Stevie laugh like a hyena.

Jerry let go of Cody's hands which were holding the bed fully, trying to express his tension somewhere. Jerry wanted to find something to do. He was proud of Cody for standing up to him, acting like a man. Even though what he did was vile and disgusting, it was something. 

A lightbulb went off over Jerry's head. To reward Cody for acting like a man, he decided it would only be fitting, if Cody experienced what it truly felt like to be a man. If he felt his manhood spew out it's natural juices in the way nature needed the young, fertile man to do. 

Jerry, with excitement, sent a hand right above Stevie's and took a hold of his oldest son's man hose. 

Jerry grabbed his sons flaccid cock, which caused Cody to gasp out and widely stare into his father's brown eyes.

"You wanted to be treated like a man? Now you can feel like a man..." Jerry smirked and started rubbing slowly. 

Cody had no idea what to think of this, but he knew he didn't want this. He furiously shook his head and tried to plea, but his voice went elsewhere as Stevie pulled Cody's balls to their maximum. Cody's pretty pupils climbed as his mouth croaked agape. Stevie laughed again as he held his innocent hand over whatever part of Cody's nuts the guilty one couldn't cover, choking the life out of Cody's testicles.

Cody's world was as close to hell as his limited mind could conceive. Wracked with nauseating torment due to his little brothers sadistic sense of humor, and uncomfortable fondling from his Father who has something against him. Cody wished he would just pass out again.

But he wouldn't do this. His penis soon grew hard in his khakis and his father smirked as it grew erect as a his khaki's stretched like a mountain to the sky.

"That's my boy..." Jerry mused, almost in awe of the fully erect member.

He then smacked where he knew the head was and Cody yelped out and attempted to protect his dickhead. But Jerry slapped Cody's bare abs a couple times, forcing Cody to protect his flat stomach through his coughing. Then Stevie reminded Cody what he was doing to his balls, and Cody yelled out, hand spasming, not having enough power or hands to deal with this. 

Jerry moved his hand under Cody's khakis, found what he wanted and began to try and milk his oldest son once again. 

"Come on Cody... don't you dare tell me you're not enjoying this... every man looovvess this..." Jerry smiled as he teased his son. Cody began crying again, completely defeated. He was thoroughly not enjoying this, but his cock had a mind of its own. Cody couldn't believe this agony wasn't enough to curb his monster.

"Wow! Cody's gotten big!" Stevie said, lowering the pressure on his brothers spuds as he was overcome with awe. He just realized Cody's erect penis, and couldn't believe it. He was unsure what his father was doing with his hand under his big brother's pants, but he was amazed by the situation still. 

Jerry kept on working his oldest and watched his face slowly look like he was enjoying this. The pain was still there, but Stevie was occupied with wonder too strong for his hands to work, so it wasn't getting perpetually worse for our tortured teenager.

Cody couldn't help but start to enjoy this. Dad had a magic touch. He opened his eyes and saw his father smiling, watching him get off thanks to his fatherly fondle. It started to make Cody feel worse, so he looked elsewhere. He saw the camera across from them and remembered that this was being recorded. Cody felt horror come over him as he realized that this can be shared with the world. Then he looked elsewhere again. Now, he saw his little brother staring wide eyed at him. Cody felt a worse kind of embarrassment. He wished Stevie wasn't watching this. Not his little brother. 

"Dad... please stop... I-I-Eiye....aaahhh" Cody muttered followed by a flutter. His body vibrated with ecstasy as the embarrassing feeling was obviously happening, and Cody realized he couldn't stop it. Cody lied back with hidden eyes closed and breathed in and out. Then his balls reminded him of their terrible state and sent a shockwave through Cody's young body.

Cody tried to cradle the eggs, but his brothers hands were covering them as completely as needed. Cody realized this dangerous scenario.

"Stevie... p-please leeehhhtt g-goooohhh..."

Cody was under a spell, and he couldn't do much of anything. Jerry kept it up with pleasure, and jerked Cody's cock for some time. Stevie watched, confused and unsure what was going on. He was still so invested, that he neglected to have any fun with his brother's testicles that barely fit in his young hands.

After a couple minutes, Jerry turned to Stevie. "Keep your hands on them, and change your grip. One in each hand works best."

Stevie shook out of his fixation and nodded. "Okay!" Stevie did as he was told.

"When I say so..." Jerry started as he turned to face Cody, whose face was a strange mix of pleasure and terror as both of his sex organs were out of his reach "...clamp down and dig in as haarrdd as you can son."

Cody's eyes opened wide. This coincided with a feeling that told Cody he was about to erupt.

"Nonono...nooonooostoppleeaaaseaaahh SSSTOOOOPPPP!!" Cody cried out as he felt his penis, cock and shoot out it's load, thanks to his father's marksman like talents. Semen stained his underwear and khakis, a splotch formed and washed over his loins along with an orgasm that was probably the most fulfilling Cody has ever experienced.

"NOW STEVIE!"

Stevie couldn't hear his father as he stared, stunned at Cody wetting himself. He felt Cody's balls do something under his soft touch.  He didn't understand what just happened.

"STEVIE! NOW!" Jerry screamed. Stevie shook out of the stupor and nodded and closed his claws and crushed his brothers grapefruits as harshly and mercilessly as he could.

Cody's orgasm was interrupted by his balls getting flattened. He thrashed and screamed like death so loud the neighbors almost called the police. Cody's neck veins bulged, his eyes rolled and his muscles stiffened as the last of his spunk was squeezed out by his little brother. After 10 seconds, which felt like an eternity to Cody, he lost all power and lied flat on his back. Aware and in total agony, but unable to do anything but live in the pain once again. 

Stevie pulled back, and saw no reaction other then a small jolt out of his brother. The pain grew worse for Cody, but he couldn't express it. Stevie let go, looked at his wet hands and silence ate the room. Stevie inched his nose closer to his hands and took a whiff. It didn't smell like anything he's familiar with. Stevie looked up at his sprawled out, dejuiced brother. 

"Dad... did Cody pee himself?" Stevie asked as he couldn't take his eyes off of the stain on his khakis. The smell was something different and he was confused.

"Kind of... let's go grab some McDonald's. You want a big Mac?"

"Y-yeah, sure." Stevie said, shaking his head. He tried to move on from it. 

"Awesome. Let's go get ready, and don't step in the vomit." Jerry added.

The two left the room and let Cody wallow in himself and his cum and throw up all alone.


Before Stevie left with his father, he came back into Cody's room. He brought in some paper towels and a bag. Stevie sidestepped the mess and stood in front of his dead looking brother. The only thing that showed Cody was still alive was his naked chest slowly and rhythmically moving up and down. Stevie climbed on the bed and put the supplies on the bed behind his brother. He looked at Cody's limp body. He saw the vomit on his face and body, and took a paper towel and cleaned the nasty off of his big brother. 

"Cody, did you pee yourself?" Stevie asked innocently as he cleaned off his older brother. Stevie stared at his idol's naked face. Cody didn't respond, but he did know he was there. 

Stevie cleaned off his brother, and then waited for Cody to respond but he never did. He kept his face close to Cody's and decided to ask something else. 

"Do you want something from McDonald's? Dad's taking me!" 

Cody again didn't respond. Stevie moved a finger to his brother's face and carefully touched his smooth cheek, just to see what happens. Cody shifted slightly and let out a very light groan, but didn't do much else. Stevie looked down at his brother's body, and again found himself in awe of it. It looked so sculptured, like something you'd see in a movie. Stevie would of thought those movies with strong picture perfect boys were all fake, if he didn't know his brother looked just like them, but even better. Stevie looked at his brother's face and then back. He moved his hand to Cody's chest moved it along the curves and edges of his muscles. Cody didn't move this time. 

Stevie found himself lost, so immersed in how they felt. He couldn't help but begin to wonder again if he could ever look like his big brother. Stevie wanted to know. Was it possible? Maybe. Stevie wanted to ask this to Cody. 

"STEVIE! LETS GOOOO!"

Stevie heard his father scream from downstairs and shook himself out of his fixation. He looked back at Cody's face, which didn't look like it shifted much, if at all. 

Instinctively, Stevie leaned in and laid his young body on Cody's for a few moments, hugging his brother. Thankful, for having one. "I'll get you a drink and some fries, okay?"

"STEVIE! COME OONNN!" 

Stevie moved off Cody for a moment. "COMING!" Stevie yelled back downstairs. Stevie looked back down and moved his head next to Cody's and his own to cheek to his brothers. 

"Thanks for playing Cody." Stevie said before he got up. As he turned, he saw his phone recording them still. He walked over, skillfully dodging the vomit on the floor, and grabbed it. He made sure it was still recording, and it was. He turned it off, pocketed and walked away, carefully making sure he didn't step in the vomit. 

Stevie wasn't sure if this video was going up on YouTube. But he was happy to have it still. 

7 comments:

  1. Best story so far! I didn't think you'd let your boy hero get milked, but that was perfect. Now that the seal is broken, I see more milking in poor Cody's future...:)

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    1. Thank you, thank you!

      The seal is broken, yes. But I am fully aware of how powerful a weapon I possess! "With Great Milking, Cums Great Responsibility" or something like that. I can't just go splurting goodness out of the milk machine every time, or it won't feel so creamy and wonderful when I do cock it and lather us all.

      Jokes aside, this will not be a one time thing, I assure you ;)

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  2. Well blogspot has been deleting my comments again, hopefully this actually stays once I post it...

    Once again, great writing. The characters and development actually has me involved, far more than most porn stories would do. It is a bit too brutal for my taste but hey, keep doing it how you like. Keep it up!

    -Jantra

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    1. Jantra! Happy to see that this comment didn't find it's way to the void, haha!

      Thanks for the kind words! I'm glad people seem invested, that's always my goal! I think there will be enough development in the upcoming stories to keep you involved as well :)

      And enough busting to let you 'participate' ;p

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  3. Thanks for another story. Unfortunately it's not my type of story(to brutal and to little casual busting like usual). But thanks for the effort

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    1. Thanks for the comment!

      Yeah, some are gonna be a bit more brutal than others. This is the most brutal one in terms of cruelty in the upcoming future I think.

      Appreciate the words though! :)

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