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Paul looked at Cody and Stevie with a friendly yet surprised smile. It’s the first time he’s been inside Cody’s house, and so far, it's certainly meeting his expectations.
Paul looked at Cody and Stevie with a friendly yet surprised smile. It’s the first time he’s been inside Cody’s house, and so far, it's certainly meeting his expectations.
“You two look so alike, Jesus Christ…”
It was very easy to see that the two are brothers. Cody looked just like Stevie does, when he was his age, and it's very likely that Stevie will look just like Cody does when he's 17.
"How old are you Stevie?" Paul asked sweetly.
"I'm twelve!" Stevie said with unconstrained excitement, happy to finally meet one of his big brothers friends.
Paul laughed. "Twelve? Damn, you're gonna be big and strong just like your brother soon!" Paul said.
Not only did Stevie smile and feel bubbly as he looked up at his big brother, but Cody also smiled at the comment. He looked down at his brother, proudly. Stevie has curly brown hair, and pretty hazel eyes that were looking up at Cody's eyes which look just the same. Stevie also has a great facial structure that he will no doubt grow into, just like Cody has. Cody rubbed Stevie's hair, which was just like his own, feeling something innate about his brother at the moment.
Stevie felt appreciated, while also happy to be compared to his idol, and found it easy to respond. "Cody's awesome! He's really cool and funny too." Stevie said, making Cody feel all warm.
"Really?" Paul asked.
"Yeah! Watch this!" Stevie said, as he reared his fist back and punched Cody between the legs, smashing the mound in his white shorts with a twack. In Stevie's eyes, he just complimented the moment like a campfire compliments the night.
It wasn't a direct hit, and it could've been a lot worse, but it's still a punch in the junk. Cody didn't expect an assault on his privates and groaned as he doubled over and stumbled backwards.
"Awww..." Cody let out weakly as fell to his knees, much to the enjoyment of Stevie. Cody was worried this would happen. He grit his teeth and tried to hope Paul wouldn't encourage this, and for once, Stevie would feel that he shouldn't hit his big brothers balls.
"See? He's so funny!" Stevie said, laughing. Stevie always really enjoyed busting Cody. Among other things, he found his brothers reaction to be quite the laugh.
Paul couldn't help but laugh with Stevie at Cody's downed state.
"Yeah, he's hilarious! Is Cody always this funny?" Cody heard Paul say. He groaned as he felt disappointment compliment his pain, as a salt compliments a wound.
"All the damn time!" Stevie said smiling.
"Stevie... how many times do I have to tell you... this isn't funny." Cody said painfully, standing back up on his feet with his hands on his knees. He really didn't want this behavior encouraged, especially in front of his friends.
"Come on Cody... it is funny! Let your brother have some fun!" Paul teased.
Cody glared at Paul with striking eyes. Paul felt the brunt of Cody's eyes, realizing that he probably shouldn't encourage agony upon his friend, who very kindly invited him over.
"Yeah CODY! Let me have some fun! Don't you love me?" Stevie asked sweetly. Cody looked at Stevie.
"Of course I do, but-" Cody got interrupted with a striking backhand to the family jewels, courtesy of his little shit of a little brother. Cody let out a cry as he fell to the floor, holding his balls. This attack was more direct, as Stevie could tell by the way his fingers sunk into his big brother.
Cody's reaction was swift, and contorting. Twisted noises and shifting body parts, expressed from Cody's flaming frame, with the only constant being at least one hand holding his seering and still swollen spuds. Both Stevie and Paul laughed at Cody's situation.
Paul quickly attempted to stifle his amusement, trying to be on Cody's side, in what already appeared to be an abusive relationship.
"Oh Cody! You make it so easy to have fun!!" Stevie said happily. Paul did find Stevie's enthusiasm enjoyable, and couldn't hold back his smile.
Stevie moved on quickly, remembering something his mom got him a couple days ago. "Paul! I just got some really cool action figures. Do you wanna see them?" Stevie asked.
"Yeah, but not right now. I'll stick with Cody for a bit. But before I go, you have to show me, okay?"
"Okay!" Stevie said as he ran off. Paul laughed and looked back down at Cody, who's face first holding his balls on his knees. He heard Cody whimpering and waited some moments before he spoke up.
"I love your brother." Paul said.
"Me too..." Cody croaked on the floor. He raised his body and his cute face was scrunched up, and red.
"Does this happen often?" Paul asked.
"Yes." Cody said quickly, flinching as he spoke and spreading a leg out, while the other kept him up.
"I should come over more often." Paul said, jokingly. Cody glared at Paul and saw that Paul was messing around. Paul offered his hand to help, and Cody took it.
"Shut up... you wanna play Titanfall 2?" Cody asked, cringing as he stood up.
"Of course! It looks so fucking awesome dude."
"I know..." Cody croaked, hands on his knees, taking a bit of time to gather himself. Paul gave Cody some time, and didn't rush Cody. Soon, Cody looked up at Paul and forced a smile. "I think it's the only First-Person Shooter I've played that pulls off the whole mech thing really well. And there's all the wall jumping and shit. Goddamn, I love the game."
"Well let's fucking go. Don't let me sic Stevie on you!" Paul teased.
"Oh please no. I don't want anymore nut shots if I could help it." Cody said playfully as he headed to his room with, what should be a patented limp and hand cupped crotch.
The two headed to Cody's room, and Paul was excited. It's the first time he's been in Cody's house and Paul's spent an exorbitantly massive amount of time thinking about Cody's room and how it would look and smell. He was very happy to see it met his expectations.
"Ahhhh... it smells just how I thought it would."
"...What?"
"Your room. It smells like I thought it would."
Cody stared at Paul with a worried expression as Paul looked around Cody's room. "You're weird."
"It smells like you." Paul said, investigating his room. Cody's bed was against the wall, long ways. The TV and Xbox was lying opposite of the bed, and to the right was a couple of windows and his desk. On his desk, stood a few pictures. All of them looked to be family pictures, somewhat recent. A few years old at most. But one was older and had some extra people on it. Paul picked it up and looked at it. It looked like they were on a boat.
"This is a nice photo! You were still a cutie back in the day." Paul said sincerely. Cody shook his head, and turned his Xbox One on. Paul then asked. "Who are these other people?"
Cody walked over and smiled. "Oh, that was taken on the cruise we took some years ago, before Julie was born. Me, my brother and parents. And those 2 other people are my mom's sister and her kid."
"You guys took a cruise?"
"Yeah. It was really great, went to Disney and... Bermuda I think?"
"That's so awesome, what the fuck."
"Haha, I know! We don't normally go on vacations, so that was really awesome."
"If you guys go on a cruise again, bring me please. I always wanted to feel rich."
"Shut up. We aren't rich, it was a one time thing."
"Whatever moneybags." Paul said turning around, eyeing his closet. "Is there anything fun in that closet?"
"If by fun, you mean clothes and more clothes that don't fit me anymore, then yeah. Really fucking fun."
"If you can try on the clothes that are too small, that'd be fun."
"I'm sure you think so."
The boys eventually got around to playing Titanfall 2. It was an exhilarating experience.
"Holy shit dude, I feel so fucking powerful!" Paul said, blasting shitters away with ease.
"Yeah dude! You're carrying us. Teach me your ways, master." Cody playfully replied.
"Haha. YO WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!" Paul screamed.
"That was you getting FUCKING DESTROYED!" Cody replied, unsure what happened, but knowing it was prime time to talk shit.
"That was so fucking STUPID. THAT SH- oh, we won anyways. Whatever." Paul said putting the controller down.
"You did good dude. That was one of your first games too, you catch on really well." Cody friendly said.
"I caught on because they did a damn fine job with the mechanics! Everything feels so fucking smooth." Paul said, moving his interlocked hands together in a smooth motion.
"I know! It's so much better than the first one. The campaign was pretty fun too."
"Who plays these games for the campaign?" Asked Paul.
"I don't buy pizza for the crust, but I prefer it to be fun to chew on." Cody pointed out.
"Haha... good point."
At this point, Cody's door opened. Cody's parents don't let him put a lock on his door because they don't want Cody to close himself away from his family. Noble idea, but perhaps a bit misguided.
The door opened and a child no younger than 4 waddled in. She had hazel eyes, just like Cody. She had a cute smile just like Cody. Her hair wasn't a curly brown however, it was a lovely blonde that made her seem that much more precious.
"And who is this little munchkin?" Paul asked in a wholesome tone.
"That is my little sister, Julie." Cody said.
"That's a lovely name. Hell-oh Julie!" Paul said as Julie stopped in front of them biting her hair.
"Hi." She said smiling at Paul.
"Hey darling. How are we doing?"
"I'm ok. What is your name?" Julie asked shyly.
"My name is Paul."
Julie twirled slightly as she let out a sweet "Hi Paul."
Paul laughed. "You're adorable Julie! Has anyone ever told you that before?"
Julie smiled as she shook her head slowly.
Just then, some heavy steps were heard barreling down the hall. Paul and Cody turned to look at the doorway and saw Stevie running into Cody's open room with youthful vigor and innocent intentions. Despite Stevie's good nature, he sounded like a can of beans in a drying machine, and Paul feared for the delicate 4 year old's well being as the young hurricane kept on it's path. Paul jumped in to sweep Julie up before the juvenile terror claimed it's next victim.
"ARRRRGGGHHHH!" Stevie screamed as he jumped into Cody's room.
"Argh to you too." Paul said laughing with Julie in his arms. He turned to face her and made a funny face. Julie laughed at Paul's funny face.
"Stevie... what is up?" Cody asked his younger brother who probably has something on his mind.
"Cody! Can I play with you and Paul?"
"Uhhh..." Cody thought about it. He loved his brother, but he didn't really want him to stick around with him and Paul. He just wanted to chill with his friend Paul, and Stevie can be... exhausting, as well as nauseating. He remembered the last time he and Stevie played a game together. Cody felt ill at the thought, and held his nuts through his whiter than skin shorts.
"I don't think that'd be a good idea..."
"I'd be okay with Stevie joining us..." Paul said with friendly intentions. Cody instantly turned his glare to Paul, letting him know that he really wishes he didn't say that. Paul's mouth opened in an O, as he realized.
"Please Cody! Listen to Paul!"
Cody sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Uhhh okay, but ple-"
"YES! Paul, you have to see the castle I made! It-"
"No Stevie, we aren't going to play Minecraft!" Cody said
"But I want to show Paul my-"
"I don't really want to play Minecraft. I'm really feeling Titanfall still."
"That's fun too. The other day, I had the most kills on my team and we won!"
"Is that so?" Paul said, putting Julie on the bed as he and Stevie played the next round. Cody sat out this round, sitting between Paul and Stevie. Julie hung onto Cody's neck and watched the screen as the boys played. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she enjoyed watching still.
"FUCK! I just got fucking schooled." Paul said shaking his head.
"Yeah, you fucking suck." Stevie said.
Paul pushed him playfully, pushing his hand past Cody who was between the two, lying and leaning back.
"Fuck off! You suck too, you're only..." Paul said as he clicked the button that showed the leaderboard, looking for Stevie so he can call him out on his terrible Kill Death Ratio.
"... What the fuck, how are you first on our team!?" Paul yelled at the TV."
"I told you Paul. I'm fricking sick!" Stevie replied.
Paul shook his head, not able to hide a smirk.
"It's true Paul, Stevie's actually really solid at these games. He puts me to shame." Cody said.
"That's because you fricking suck." Paul said. Stevie laughed at Paul's blunt insult.
"I do not. I'm just streaky!"
"Nah, you suck Cody." Stevie said, getting Paul to laugh.
"Am I getting bullied? Stop picking on me guys, I'm sensitive..." Cody said with light heart.
"No, you're not getting bullied yet." Stevie said slyly.
"Yet? What do yoUUUGGGHH" Cody said as he got interrupted by Stevie's fist spiraling straight between Cody's legs, like a mallet on an watermelon. Cody's dick was hanging on the side, so it was a direct, nauseating hit. Cody's balls were sore from two punches earlier today, and still would've been sore from everything that's happened recently. At the mall, the accident at school, and even still from that experience with Stevie and Jerry. His balls were an uncomplimentary color, like red in urine.
Cody's balls were very vulnerable with his legs spread wide and he wasn't even wearing any underwear beneath his shorts, as he had none that were clean. Stevie's small fist crushed Cody's large balls like a hammer, flattening them against the sexy older brother's soft mattress. Cody instinctively brought his legs together and doubled over in agony due to his younger brother's unexpected harassment.
However, Julie was still on Cody's neck as he lurched over. She did not expect her caring brother to jolt in the manner he did, which was why she wasn't holding on too tight. This led to Julie falling over her brother, scalp first, towards the floor.
However, Paul has dad reflexes. He dropped the controller and grabbed Julie by an ankle before her head bopped against the floor, which no doubt would have led to a nasty bump and a potential for a very minor case of severe brain damage. Somewhat unlikely, considering the scientifically proven fact that children are made of rubber, but the possibility is there.
Cody quickly realized the situation and picked Julie up and flipped her over, trying his best to ignore the terrible agony between his legs. Her face looked confused and she started crying.
"No, it's okay Julie. You're okay." Cody said painfully holding himself and trying to comfort his scared little sister on his knee. It was not working.
Cody moved Julie's head to his shoulder, moving the hand from his throbbing testicles, and held her softly. He turned his head to his brother with a stink face.
"Well done Stevie! Julie's crying now."
"It's not my fault."
"Yes it is!" Cody said, but the pain was getting to him. He couldn't hide the sickness from his voice anymore, as his face frowned in pain. "You punched me in the balls... which caused Julie to fall off me."
"So. You always over-react, it's your fault."
"I'm not overreacting Stevie! They're fucking sensitive!" Cody said raising his voice, starting to get heated. Cody then felt another uncomfortable wave hit his body, as he doubled over slightly, with a more obvious ache on his face. This didn't improve Julie's mood.
Cody shook his head as he painfully stood up and limped out of the room. He wanted to calm Julie down before he dealt with Stevie. But before he could leave the room, he had to lean against the door frame to recollect his energy. Cody breathed in and out as he tried to calm Julie a bit, who was still unhappy. Cody them limped away, leaving Stevie and Paul in his room.
As Cody left the room, Paul looked at Stevie. He was playing the game like nothing happened. Paul picked the controller back up and played the game before he decided to talk.
"Does that happen often?" Paul asked.
"Does what happen?"
"Cody getting all pissy." Paul realized Cody has a right to be pissy. It hasn't been an hour yet and he's already gotten punched in the balls three times. But Paul's still curious.
"Yeah. He's a little bitch."
Paul laughed. "You bust him often?"
Stevie looked at Paul. "Bust?"
"Yeah, busting hiWHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT BULLSHIT! Uh, yeah. Busting his balls. Nut shots, you know?"
"Oh. Yeah, his reactions are so funny! I also really like the feeling I get. It always makes me feel better!"
Paul smiled. Cody's brother is a natural ballbuster.
The game ended soon and both put the controller down. Then Cody came back in, a hand holding the large bulge in his shorts.
"Okay Stevie, I want you out." Cody said firmly.
"What? Why?"
"Because you punched me in the balls and you made Julie cry."
"So?"
"Why is that not enough!?"
"Because that's unfair!"
"It's unfair how you punched me in the balls for no reason!"
"There was a reason!" Stevie pouted, standing up.
"What was that reason?"
Stevie glared at his brother. Cody looked expressive in his own cute way. It was obvious Cody was annoyed, but it was hard to take him seriously despite it. He had his arms crossed, trying to look in control as he waited for Stevie's reply.
Stevie walked up with determination and lashed out with an angry kick between Cody's open legs, once again catching his good looking older brother off guard. At this point, one has to ask if Cody's even tried protecting himself.
Stevie's foot crashed into Cody's plump and full testicles, flattening them as Stevie's bare toes pushed themselves up to Cody's pelvis.
Cody yelped as he collapsed to the floor, both hands cradling his throbbing testicles. Despite evidence for the contrary, Cody did not anticipate nor prefer this tormenting outcome.
Cody writhed on the floor and found breathing to be difficult. Cody felt like he's going to be sick, as his sore spuds got assaulted once again, reigniting a flame that hasn't even died yet. Stevie gave his brother a Bronx cheer and stomped out of the room. Paul watched as Stevie slammed the door, which bounced right back, ajar. Paul looked back down at Cody, who was kicking the floor and making sad noises.
"Come on Cody. Stop over-reacting." Paul said, teasing Cody.
Cody moaned. He coughed into the floor as he lifted his lower body off the floor. He fell back down on his side before he moaned again, holding back tears.
"Dude, no... this hurts so bad..."
Paul laughed and picked up a controller. "I bet. 4th hit so far? I'm surprised you aren't crying."
Cody laughed lightly, then began hacking horribly in automatic response. He grunted and inhaled sharply. Paul thought Cody looked pretty cute in pain like that, but he neglected to mention it.
Cody continued to be cute for some time. Eventually he stopped writhing, but continued to be cute. Cody managed to pick himself up thanks to his bed after Paul played a couple matches.
"This game is starting to piss me off." Paul said, putting the controller on the bed.
Cody's eyes were closed as his face was pained. His hand was holding his crotch in his white shorts as he was bent over, facing the bed. The hand closer to Paul was resting on the bed. Paul looked at Cody's crotch, and could make out a good outline. He wondered if Cody was wearing any underwear. He then wondered if Cody was actually okay. He knows Cody's balls has been under a lot of assault recently.
"You okay?" Paul asked sincerely.
"I should be okay..." Cody moaned, tilting his head at Paul. He forced a weak smile then faced the bed again.
Paul nodded, and smirked. He held his hand onto Cody's shoulder, trying to comfort his friend, who probably needs it right now. Just then he heard the door swing open.
"CODY?!"
Paul looked up and saw Cody's mother. Cody's mother's hair was blonde, and looked more than fine for a woman of her age. Her eyes were that of Cody's, and they were focused on an inheritor of said eyes.
"CODY!" She screamed again. Cody turned around and stood up straight with pain.
"Yes mother?" Cody groaned as he doubled over due to the heavy ache in his lower body. He crossed his arms over his belly.
"What is wrong with you?"
"What?"
"You made Julie cry, then kicked your brother out of your room?"
"Mom, that is not fair. Yo-"
Cody was interrupted by his mother's decision to interrupt her son. She shot her hand out and grabbed Cody's crotch with authority. The teen did not expect his mother to grab his privates with such aggression.
Cody jumped and shrieked in place. Cody's mother pulled Cody back by the balls as he squirmed. This caused Cody to shriek again but refrain from further sudden movements. Instead, Cody just stared at his mother with wide fearful hazel eyes, crippled with pain and terror. His hands over his mother's wrist.
"Cody. I will not hear your back talk!" Cody's mother spoke firmly, as Cody's mind started to overwhelm.
Cody nodded his head furiously, hoping it would get his dear mother's hands off his sensitive balls. It didn't appear to work, as Cody's mother just increased the pressure. Cody whimpered as he closed his eyes and shook his legs.
Meanwhile, Paul was just watching in awe. He could not believe this was happening. Cody's mother turned her head at the black haired and green eyed handsome lad in her sons room. Cody's mother smiled at Paul.
"Hello there! What's your name?"
"Uhhh... P-paul. It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Brennan."
"Please, call me Lauren." Lauren said with a smile.
"Uh, okay. Lauren. Hello Lauren." Paul said, still unable to take his eyes off the scene.
"Having an enjoyable day so far? I hope Cody's been a hospitable host." Lauren asked nonchalantly.
Paul smiled as he nodded his head. "Yeah, great day. Cody's... uh, awesome! Uh, how about you? H-how's your day?"
"I'm doing okay. Cody can be a real model son sometimes. But, I did just had to console two of my youngest children because my oldest was ACTING OUT!" Lauren said, twisting her hand with emphasis on the final two words. Cody let out a painful high pitched yelp which lasted longer than a normal yelp does, as Cody's eyes began to water. "But I'm doing okay otherwise. I just caught up with Silicon Valley. I loved it!"
"Oh really? I actually haven't watched it yet. I need to get with the times haha..."
"Yes, you do! You have to get it when you get the chance. You wo- CODY STOP SQUIRMING" Lauren spoke as she jerked her hand and added even more pressure momentarily as she felt Cody resist. Cody yelped out and held onto mother for support. The pain that was already crippling, began incapacitating. "Like I was saying, you have start. It starts off like a comedy, and it is. But it's such a clever show with a story that really gets you invested, you know? Maybe repetitive, but the characters are great! You totally have to watch it!"
"Okay... I'll watch it when I can..." Paul said with a smile, still baffled by Lauren acting like Cody isn't slowly approaching weeping mess status.
"Good. Tell me when you do!" Lauren smiled at Paul. Her expression changed as she looked down at Cody, who was holding tightly onto his mother.
There was a moment of silence. Lauren broke it.
"Now Cody, you have to apologize to your brother and sister."
Cody responded with a moan.
"I SAID" Lauren angrily said as she twisted her son's nuts in her hand. Cody whimpered and tried to pry his mother's hands off. This just infuriated his mother. She focused her pressure solely on Cody's right nut and wrapped her small feminine hand around her oldest son's large masculine nut. She could tell that it was swollen, she's confident Cody's nuts weren't that large. Cody gagged and realized he's not in a position to fight her.
"Don't you dare try that shit with me, mister. I know that it's not normally this big, so I bet you've been put in your place recently... your father told me why you skipped school!" Lauren said with annoyance as Cody nodded his head, tears starting to form. Paul found that comment most curious.
"I was saying... I want you to apologize to Stevie and Julie. Do you understand?" Lauren asserted.
Cody was in torturous agony, and it was only rivaled by the embarrassment that he felt knowing Paul, his friend, was watching his mother squeeze his testicles and completely take away any freedom he once had. Cody wanted nothing more in the moment, but to curl up and be left alone. This was exactly the sort of situation he was scared might happen.
Cody leaned his hunched head on his mother, and weakly and defeatedly moaned "Yes Mother. I will apologize..."
"Good... STEVIE! JULIE! COME IN HERE."
The 3 stood in Cody's room with varying level of comfort. Stevie galloped like a horse into the room with Julie on his back, giving her a piggy back ride. Julie seemed to be having fun, laughing on her brother's back. And Stevie had a big ol' smile on his face too, which only grew when he saw his brother' situation. Cody's face was a mask of pain, and you could make out Cody's nut in his mother's hand. Stevie remembers how awesome that feels.
"Cody wants to say something. Isn't that right, son?" Lauren said with a smile, turning down to Cody after directing herself to her younger children.
Cody nodded, and as he was about to open his mouth, his mother closed her small hand around Cody's sensitive testicle. Cody let out a high pitched yelp as he squirmed in place, wishing he could just fall down.
"Cody... say what it is you want to say."
"Okok. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for kicking you out of my room Stevie. And I-I'm sORry Julie... for making you cry..." Cody said, as he himself started crying, once more. Paul still wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not. He'd pinch himself, but if he was dreaming, he wasn't sure if he wanted to wake up.
"Thank you Cody." Lauren said with a smile, releasing her grip on her son, who instantly let out a sigh of relief as he fell back, and leaned onto his bed before he weakly, somehow managed to crawl on. He curled into a fetal position and held his aching nads, fighting through tears. Cody hasn't felt this horrible since they went shopping, only two days ago. And he knew his balls haven't recovered from that yet.
"Mom, I still don't feel any better." Stevie said with a forced frown.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I think I need something to help me feel better." Stevie said, looking forward to having more fun. Paul saw through his guise, and began to wonder if this is starting to become too much.
"Oh, well I know exactly what to do!" Lauren said with a smile, wagging her finger. Stevie lowered himself to the floor, letting Julie jump off from a safe height. Julie jumped off then ran out of the room. Her dolls needed to be attended to.
Lauren turned herself to her son and grabbed his arms that were cradling the sore spuds. She pulled them away from the bed, catching Cody off guard once again. He made a noise as he felt his body get pulled off the bed. Luckily for Cody he moved his feet to the floor before he crashed down, but just barely. But he couldn't stand up, so he just sank to his knees, looking up at his Mother with a questioning expression.
"Cody stand up."
"Ma, I can't... my ba-"
"Son! Stand up now! Don't make me get your father..." Lauren said, knowing full well that Jerry would not be happy to be dragged from the news right now. Things were just starting to get good.
Cody looked up at his Mother with hurt hazel eyes. He knew she was serious, and he knew that he wanted to keep his father out of this. He looked down and pushed himself up with weak arms and legs.
"Thank you Cody. Stevie?"
Stevie didn't need anything else to know what to do. Cody was still looking down, eyes closed. Legs conveniently spread, as he knew something was going to come soon and he wanted to prepare for it. Stevie decided Cody needed no time to prepare, and ran at his brother with frightening speed, skyrocketing his short prepubescent leg into his much more developed brother's aching spermbags with his instep.
A wet sickening splat echoed as Cody cried out and fell straight down to the floor. Cody's hands surrounded his sore package as he writhed and tried to breath like a normal person. Just figure out how to pull air in then push it out. But his body couldn't do so, thanks to the ravaging his nuts just received. They've been through so much recently, and the pain did not get any easier for Cody. He continued to flop and writhe, arch and un-arch his body. Stevie loved watching his brother move like this.
"I still think I need a bit more lightening up!" Stevie said with a smile.
"Of course son. Paul, would you help us?" Lauren said, turning to Paul, who still was unable to believe this, or formulate a moral theory regarding this situation.
"Oh, I-I don't know Mrs.-"
"Please, call me Lauren."
"...Lauren." Paul said, corrected. "I... don't know..." Paul added apprehensively. He wasn't even too sure if he should be okay with watching, but actively engaging in this...
"It's fine, don't worry. Plus this is my house, and I insist."
Paul shook his head. He looked down at his friend, who's flopping around like a dying fish, making dying animal noises. Tears streaming down.
One part of him said that Cody really needs someone on his side. Paul also remembered a couple of days ago when they went shopping. He felt terrible, and told himself he'd never do that again. And by helping Lauren... he kinda would be doing that again.
Paul then told himself that it'll happen with or without him. And he is a guest in the Brennan household. Saying no to the woman of the house would be... disrespectful.
Paul didn't feel like there was a real right answer so he begrudgingly gave in and put his conscious on hold, hoping Cody wouldn't hold this against him. He bent over and grabbed Cody's arms and lifted him, putting him in a full nelson. Cody, finding similarities between this and his the situation with his father, where he had no control, he shook his head saying "nonononononononono..."
"Sorry man, I don't have a choice really. I'll make it up to you after this, I swear." Paul said in Cody's ear.
"Paul please..." Cody pleaded.
"...Sorry." Paul replied. He just stood there, doing what was asked of him by Cody's mother. He tried not to think too much, because he knew he wasn't feeling very well about this. Cody whimpered as he looked forward, knowing he wasn't going to start feeling better anytime soon, and saw his brother standing in front of him.
"Stevie please..."
"You know, I wonder if your balls always feel the same way?." Stevie asked with curiosity. He shot his hand out and grabbed his big brother's big balls with an open palm and absolutely no empathy. Cody intook some air, hopefully filling himself with something that wasn't agony and shook in Paul's arms. But, Paul kept a strong grip, not letting Cody go.
Cody screamed out as he felt his fragile eggs compress thanks to his brother's fierce grasp. His brother's small hands crushed Cody's oversized testicles with sick curiosity. Although he couldn't hold both of them fully, he held them both as best he could.
"Damn bro. They're still so big... Ma, are my balls gonna be this big?"
"I'm not sure Stevie. Probably!"
"Awesome!" He said innocently as he continued the pressure on his big brother's big balls. Stevie was feeling awesome. He loved the feeling of his brothers meaty orbs in his hands, the feeling of them compress. Like a fun lump of dough. This felt just as awesome as the last time he had Cody's balls in his hand, if not more mushy.
Cody kept on thrashing around, face growing red.
"I'm gonna lower your shorts, so I can see them!" Stevie said, letting go for a moment, giving Cody a much needed respite. Stevie lowered his brother's shorts, and when Cody realized this, he started thrashing again. But there was nothing Cody could do. Stevie lowered his brother's shorts, revealing that Cody was free-balling. This embarrassed Cody very much.
Stevie was in awe at the sheer size of his big brother's unit. His shaved cock was so much bigger than Stevie's own, and his balls were even more so. Cody's balls were the size of two lemons, if those were extra large lemons. Stevie was very curious as to why Cody's nuts were the color they were; red and a somewhat unnerving purple filled some of Cody's testicles, obviously due to trauma. Cody was worried about the color, but I can assure you they got better once this scenario came to a close.
Stevie assumed that the color was just the way it's supposed to be; just like how some boys are black and others tan. An innocent misunderstanding. Stevie was infatuated with his brother's manhood and hoped his would look the same one day. We know that it would be in young Stevie's interest to have a healthier shade of testicles, come his post-puberty years. Again, Stevie wasn't as aware.
"Wow Cody... they're so cool!" Stevie said as awe and hope filled his young body.
Paul's eyes opened as he peaked over Cody's shoulder to get a view of what sounded like his dreams. He could see Cody's bare cock hanging low. He couldn't see Cody's swollen and bruised balls fully, however, but what he did see was a huge, hefty, if not a bit red sack that told Paul that it was equally worthy of the term mouthwatering. Especially given how he remembers they felt a couple days ago. Paul's mouth was wide open, and his eyes were glimmering; like a little boy in an ice cream store. He's never seen Cody's bare cock before, and it was just as glorious as he dreamed, even from his skewed perspective. Paul imagined the rest of Cody's sack was as he saw it from above, and was enjoying it very much. So much so, that a lot of the blood in his body rushed to his pleasure stick. Cody felt something hard poke his back, and he squirmed as he felt it.
"PAUL!" Cody cried out. Paul didn't even realize at first.
"What?" Paul asked not paying much attention.
"Are you fucking hARD!!??!" Cody asked, trying to squirm around, and not feel even more uncomfortable than he already was.
"What... oh! I'm sorry!" Paul said looking down and realizing. He then started to feel really embarrassed. He started thinking that he shouldn't be doing this to his friend.
"I-I... I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore." Paul said undoing his hands and letting Cody's weakened body drop to the floor. Paul quickly moved his hands to his crotch, in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry Lauren, I don't feel comfortable doing this. I'm sorry" Paul said, sitting back on the bed. He looked away, closed his eyes and tried to ignore the uncomfortable situation.
Stevie wondered why Paul wouldn't feel comfortable doing this. It's just so much fun, why wouldn't Paul be okay with doing this?
Cody was curled in a ball and in tremendous pain, but managed to peak an eye out to see Paul. He saw him on his bed, not wanting to be a part of this. He wanted to thank him. But before he could, he felt his arm get pulled away and his mother stand where Paul one stood.
"If Paul won't hold you up, I will. Stevie needs this, and you need to learn!" Lauren spat out.
"No, Mom please! Stop, please, I'm sorry!"
"Too late mister." Lauren said as she held her son up surprisingly well. She held Cody up in a full nelson and Cody knew what was coming.
"Jesus..." Cody said defeated. "Please guys, just stop this pleAWWW!" Cody screamed out as his brother punched his dangling bare balls with a hard straight. Cody's balls flopped back and swung like pendulums, and looked almost hypnotizing as they did so. As Cody's large, red, flailing, bruised balls came to a halt, Stevie let out another punch, this one softer. Cody cringed as he felt his dangling nads get punched, once again. Stevie kept it up and did several quick jabs to his older brother's oversized beanbag, like it were a speedbag, never letting Cody's huge plums stop swinging even for a moment. And even the slightest bit of pressure exerted on them created a nauseating wave of torment. So the perpetual stream of jabs his brother was throwing at him was utterly unbearable. Cody was hacking, squirming, trying to close his legs, crying out, tensing and wishing his brother wasn't a damn psychopath.
"Stevie stop! Oh my GOD STOP!" Cody screamed, kicking his legs out. Cody honestly felt like his balls couldn't take much more of this. They have been through so much recently, and this looked to of just started.
"Haha, come on bro! I'm just having fun." Stevie said, grabbing Cody's balls. Not with malicious intent, just curiosity. That didn't mean that the contact didn't creating a stinging sensation for Cody.
"FuN?!?! FUN!?!?!? Stevie please!! I'm your brother. Why do you hate me? Why... why are you hurting me so bad?" Cody pleaded with his younger brother.
Stevie was about to reply because it's fun, but then he really looked into his brother's eyes. They were red from crying, and looked sincerely terrorized. Which shouldn't be a surprise to anyone. But Stevie felt a snowflake of regret. This isn't the first time he's seen Cody like this. It isn't the first time Cody's asked him to stop hitting his balls. But this was the first time Stevie's felt bad. It was the first time Cody really got through to Stevie. That snowflake avalanched into a nasty flood know as realization.
His brother's shorts are hanging from his ankles, his nuts are swollen with red, not even acknowledging the black and blue that started to become obvious to Stevie. Cody's face was full of agony, he looks like he's going to be sick. Coughing, gagging. Breathing like he just regained the ability to breath.
Stevie began to understand why Paul didn't want to take part in this. Cody is being tortured. Stevie started to wonder why his parents do this to Cody. But more importantly, Stevie wonders why he does this to his brother? He begins to wonder how he never made the connection before.
Stevie shook his head slowly and let go of Cody's balls. Cody let out a sigh and hung his head.
"You're done Stevie?" Lauren asked.
"Yeah. I'm done." Stevie said lowly, as he watched his brother hang almost lifelessly. Stevie looked away from Cody, almost in shame. Paul started watching when Lauren asked and saw Stevie. He felt something was up.
Lauren dropped Cody without a care and the thud was loud as Cody's limp body collapsed. Cody could finally give up and do nothing.
Paul looked down at Cody, lying very uncomfortably on the hardwood floor. Paul felt Cody deserved better then this and moved up, bent over and lifted Cody to his bed carefully by his arms. Cody lied down without much effort on his end, unable to find the power to really move himself, now that he wasn't in direct danger. As Paul lied Cody's upper body on his bed, he bent over and carefully picked up his lower body too. Cody let out a whimper as the movement irritated his sensitive testicles.
"Sorry." Paul said sincerely, as he lied Cody's lower body onto the bed. Cody was lying flat on his back, his large dick and extra-over-sized nuts hanging freely. His eyes were closed and he looked to be out for the count.
"All right, I'll leave you boys to it. Stevie, come to me if something else happens, okay honey?" Lauren said, kissing her baby boy on his head before leaving and closing the door behind her.
Paul looked at his naked crush, sprawled flat on his back. Well, not naked, he still had a shirt on. But he was naked where it counts. Paul was finally able to see the bruise on Cody's sack, and cringed at the sight. Paul felt responsible for it. With some responsibility coming over himself, Paul felt like he had to do what he could to protect Cody, now that the danger seems to of passed. He pulled Cody's blanket over his friend's naked frame, covering his bruised shame. Paul hoped Cody would be okay.
Paul then remembered Stevie was there not too long ago. Paul turn turned to Stevie, but he was gone. He heard the door close as he looked up. Paul looked back to Cody who was probably passed out right now. Or if he wasn't, he was unable to do anything but lie there. Either way, Paul felt sticking around could lead to a morally questionable scenario and decided it would be best to be elsewhere.
"I'll be back, okay Cody?" Paul said before he left. Cody didn't respond, but Paul felt it was okay if he walked towards the door. He left Cody's room and saw a door close at the end of the hallway. He assumed it was Stevie's. He walked up and knocked.
"Stevie?"
"...Yeah." Stevie replied lowly.
"Can I come in?"
With the sound of melancholic indecision, "...Okay."
With that, Paul slowly opened the door. He looked inside and saw Stevie lying on his bed, staring at his phone screen. The room was a mess.
"This room is a mess." Paul said.
Stevie didn't say anything, and kept on staring at the little rectangular box in his hand.
Paul walked up to Stevie's bed and took a seat next to his feet. Stevie didn't act differently.
"You... ok?" Paul asked, unsure.
"I guess."
"You sure? You looked a bit... something, back there."
Stevie put his phone down and sighed. "I... feel bad. I think."
"Well... that wouldn't be too surprising, given the previous series of events."
"I never felt like this after... busting... Cody."
"How do you normally feel?"
"Happy. Excited. Just... feeling good, really."
"Not this time?"
"At first, yeah. It felt the same as always. But... Cody said... asked... why do I hate him? But I don't... I love him, he's my brother. Then he asked why am I hurting him so bad. And I wanted to to say because it feels good. But..." Stevie said, with a conflicted voice.
Paul waited for Stevie to continue.
"But... that sounds really baaad... he's my brother, I love him more than anything. He always helps me out. And looking at him like that. It didn't feel right this time."
"Well..." Paul started off. He stared at Stevie for a bit, not sure what to say. If he should even say anything. "...maybe you should cut back on busting Cody like that. Not saying you have to stop entirely... because busting some balls is fun. Everyone does it sometimes. And I can totally see why you'd want to bust Cody... but think about how it feels for him. Constantly getting his nuts turned to paste. Must hurt, right?"
"I guess..." Stevie said, uncomfortably.
"Have... you ever been hit in the nuts?" Paul asked.
Stevie turned to face Paul. He looked hesitant.
"Really?" Paul asked. "Never?"
Stevie opened his mouth to say something, but it never came out. He just shook his head.
"Damn... that makes sense why you've shown no mercy then. Well, it hurts... a lot. And your brother doesn't take it as well as most do. Which isn't even that well in general. Have you busted other guys?"
"I started recently at school... my friend, Kenny, was getting bullied by this asswipe Austin. So I walked up to him and kicked him, because I know how Cody tends to stop doing things when we hit him. It worked, and he stopped bullying him."
It was very easy to see that the two are brothers. Cody looked just like Stevie does, when he was his age, and it's very likely that Stevie will look just like Cody does when he's 17.
"How old are you Stevie?" Paul asked sweetly.
"I'm twelve!" Stevie said with unconstrained excitement, happy to finally meet one of his big brothers friends.
Paul laughed. "Twelve? Damn, you're gonna be big and strong just like your brother soon!" Paul said.
Not only did Stevie smile and feel bubbly as he looked up at his big brother, but Cody also smiled at the comment. He looked down at his brother, proudly. Stevie has curly brown hair, and pretty hazel eyes that were looking up at Cody's eyes which look just the same. Stevie also has a great facial structure that he will no doubt grow into, just like Cody has. Cody rubbed Stevie's hair, which was just like his own, feeling something innate about his brother at the moment.
Stevie felt appreciated, while also happy to be compared to his idol, and found it easy to respond. "Cody's awesome! He's really cool and funny too." Stevie said, making Cody feel all warm.
"Really?" Paul asked.
"Yeah! Watch this!" Stevie said, as he reared his fist back and punched Cody between the legs, smashing the mound in his white shorts with a twack. In Stevie's eyes, he just complimented the moment like a campfire compliments the night.
It wasn't a direct hit, and it could've been a lot worse, but it's still a punch in the junk. Cody didn't expect an assault on his privates and groaned as he doubled over and stumbled backwards.
"Awww..." Cody let out weakly as fell to his knees, much to the enjoyment of Stevie. Cody was worried this would happen. He grit his teeth and tried to hope Paul wouldn't encourage this, and for once, Stevie would feel that he shouldn't hit his big brothers balls.
"See? He's so funny!" Stevie said, laughing. Stevie always really enjoyed busting Cody. Among other things, he found his brothers reaction to be quite the laugh.
Paul couldn't help but laugh with Stevie at Cody's downed state.
"Yeah, he's hilarious! Is Cody always this funny?" Cody heard Paul say. He groaned as he felt disappointment compliment his pain, as a salt compliments a wound.
"All the damn time!" Stevie said smiling.
"Stevie... how many times do I have to tell you... this isn't funny." Cody said painfully, standing back up on his feet with his hands on his knees. He really didn't want this behavior encouraged, especially in front of his friends.
"Come on Cody... it is funny! Let your brother have some fun!" Paul teased.
Cody glared at Paul with striking eyes. Paul felt the brunt of Cody's eyes, realizing that he probably shouldn't encourage agony upon his friend, who very kindly invited him over.
"Yeah CODY! Let me have some fun! Don't you love me?" Stevie asked sweetly. Cody looked at Stevie.
"Of course I do, but-" Cody got interrupted with a striking backhand to the family jewels, courtesy of his little shit of a little brother. Cody let out a cry as he fell to the floor, holding his balls. This attack was more direct, as Stevie could tell by the way his fingers sunk into his big brother.
Cody's reaction was swift, and contorting. Twisted noises and shifting body parts, expressed from Cody's flaming frame, with the only constant being at least one hand holding his seering and still swollen spuds. Both Stevie and Paul laughed at Cody's situation.
Paul quickly attempted to stifle his amusement, trying to be on Cody's side, in what already appeared to be an abusive relationship.
"Oh Cody! You make it so easy to have fun!!" Stevie said happily. Paul did find Stevie's enthusiasm enjoyable, and couldn't hold back his smile.
Stevie moved on quickly, remembering something his mom got him a couple days ago. "Paul! I just got some really cool action figures. Do you wanna see them?" Stevie asked.
"Yeah, but not right now. I'll stick with Cody for a bit. But before I go, you have to show me, okay?"
"Okay!" Stevie said as he ran off. Paul laughed and looked back down at Cody, who's face first holding his balls on his knees. He heard Cody whimpering and waited some moments before he spoke up.
"I love your brother." Paul said.
"Me too..." Cody croaked on the floor. He raised his body and his cute face was scrunched up, and red.
"Does this happen often?" Paul asked.
"Yes." Cody said quickly, flinching as he spoke and spreading a leg out, while the other kept him up.
"I should come over more often." Paul said, jokingly. Cody glared at Paul and saw that Paul was messing around. Paul offered his hand to help, and Cody took it.
"Shut up... you wanna play Titanfall 2?" Cody asked, cringing as he stood up.
"Of course! It looks so fucking awesome dude."
"I know..." Cody croaked, hands on his knees, taking a bit of time to gather himself. Paul gave Cody some time, and didn't rush Cody. Soon, Cody looked up at Paul and forced a smile. "I think it's the only First-Person Shooter I've played that pulls off the whole mech thing really well. And there's all the wall jumping and shit. Goddamn, I love the game."
"Well let's fucking go. Don't let me sic Stevie on you!" Paul teased.
"Oh please no. I don't want anymore nut shots if I could help it." Cody said playfully as he headed to his room with, what should be a patented limp and hand cupped crotch.
The two headed to Cody's room, and Paul was excited. It's the first time he's been in Cody's house and Paul's spent an exorbitantly massive amount of time thinking about Cody's room and how it would look and smell. He was very happy to see it met his expectations.
"Ahhhh... it smells just how I thought it would."
"...What?"
"Your room. It smells like I thought it would."
Cody stared at Paul with a worried expression as Paul looked around Cody's room. "You're weird."
"It smells like you." Paul said, investigating his room. Cody's bed was against the wall, long ways. The TV and Xbox was lying opposite of the bed, and to the right was a couple of windows and his desk. On his desk, stood a few pictures. All of them looked to be family pictures, somewhat recent. A few years old at most. But one was older and had some extra people on it. Paul picked it up and looked at it. It looked like they were on a boat.
"This is a nice photo! You were still a cutie back in the day." Paul said sincerely. Cody shook his head, and turned his Xbox One on. Paul then asked. "Who are these other people?"
Cody walked over and smiled. "Oh, that was taken on the cruise we took some years ago, before Julie was born. Me, my brother and parents. And those 2 other people are my mom's sister and her kid."
"You guys took a cruise?"
"Yeah. It was really great, went to Disney and... Bermuda I think?"
"That's so awesome, what the fuck."
"Haha, I know! We don't normally go on vacations, so that was really awesome."
"If you guys go on a cruise again, bring me please. I always wanted to feel rich."
"Shut up. We aren't rich, it was a one time thing."
"Whatever moneybags." Paul said turning around, eyeing his closet. "Is there anything fun in that closet?"
"If by fun, you mean clothes and more clothes that don't fit me anymore, then yeah. Really fucking fun."
"If you can try on the clothes that are too small, that'd be fun."
"I'm sure you think so."
The boys eventually got around to playing Titanfall 2. It was an exhilarating experience.
"Holy shit dude, I feel so fucking powerful!" Paul said, blasting shitters away with ease.
"Yeah dude! You're carrying us. Teach me your ways, master." Cody playfully replied.
"Haha. YO WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!" Paul screamed.
"That was you getting FUCKING DESTROYED!" Cody replied, unsure what happened, but knowing it was prime time to talk shit.
"That was so fucking STUPID. THAT SH- oh, we won anyways. Whatever." Paul said putting the controller down.
"You did good dude. That was one of your first games too, you catch on really well." Cody friendly said.
"I caught on because they did a damn fine job with the mechanics! Everything feels so fucking smooth." Paul said, moving his interlocked hands together in a smooth motion.
"I know! It's so much better than the first one. The campaign was pretty fun too."
"Who plays these games for the campaign?" Asked Paul.
"I don't buy pizza for the crust, but I prefer it to be fun to chew on." Cody pointed out.
"Haha... good point."
At this point, Cody's door opened. Cody's parents don't let him put a lock on his door because they don't want Cody to close himself away from his family. Noble idea, but perhaps a bit misguided.
The door opened and a child no younger than 4 waddled in. She had hazel eyes, just like Cody. She had a cute smile just like Cody. Her hair wasn't a curly brown however, it was a lovely blonde that made her seem that much more precious.
"And who is this little munchkin?" Paul asked in a wholesome tone.
"That is my little sister, Julie." Cody said.
"That's a lovely name. Hell-oh Julie!" Paul said as Julie stopped in front of them biting her hair.
"Hi." She said smiling at Paul.
"Hey darling. How are we doing?"
"I'm ok. What is your name?" Julie asked shyly.
"My name is Paul."
Julie twirled slightly as she let out a sweet "Hi Paul."
Paul laughed. "You're adorable Julie! Has anyone ever told you that before?"
Julie smiled as she shook her head slowly.
Just then, some heavy steps were heard barreling down the hall. Paul and Cody turned to look at the doorway and saw Stevie running into Cody's open room with youthful vigor and innocent intentions. Despite Stevie's good nature, he sounded like a can of beans in a drying machine, and Paul feared for the delicate 4 year old's well being as the young hurricane kept on it's path. Paul jumped in to sweep Julie up before the juvenile terror claimed it's next victim.
"ARRRRGGGHHHH!" Stevie screamed as he jumped into Cody's room.
"Argh to you too." Paul said laughing with Julie in his arms. He turned to face her and made a funny face. Julie laughed at Paul's funny face.
"Stevie... what is up?" Cody asked his younger brother who probably has something on his mind.
"Cody! Can I play with you and Paul?"
"Uhhh..." Cody thought about it. He loved his brother, but he didn't really want him to stick around with him and Paul. He just wanted to chill with his friend Paul, and Stevie can be... exhausting, as well as nauseating. He remembered the last time he and Stevie played a game together. Cody felt ill at the thought, and held his nuts through his whiter than skin shorts.
"I don't think that'd be a good idea..."
"I'd be okay with Stevie joining us..." Paul said with friendly intentions. Cody instantly turned his glare to Paul, letting him know that he really wishes he didn't say that. Paul's mouth opened in an O, as he realized.
"Please Cody! Listen to Paul!"
Cody sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Uhhh okay, but ple-"
"YES! Paul, you have to see the castle I made! It-"
"No Stevie, we aren't going to play Minecraft!" Cody said
"But I want to show Paul my-"
"I don't really want to play Minecraft. I'm really feeling Titanfall still."
"That's fun too. The other day, I had the most kills on my team and we won!"
"Is that so?" Paul said, putting Julie on the bed as he and Stevie played the next round. Cody sat out this round, sitting between Paul and Stevie. Julie hung onto Cody's neck and watched the screen as the boys played. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she enjoyed watching still.
"FUCK! I just got fucking schooled." Paul said shaking his head.
"Yeah, you fucking suck." Stevie said.
Paul pushed him playfully, pushing his hand past Cody who was between the two, lying and leaning back.
"Fuck off! You suck too, you're only..." Paul said as he clicked the button that showed the leaderboard, looking for Stevie so he can call him out on his terrible Kill Death Ratio.
"... What the fuck, how are you first on our team!?" Paul yelled at the TV."
"I told you Paul. I'm fricking sick!" Stevie replied.
Paul shook his head, not able to hide a smirk.
"It's true Paul, Stevie's actually really solid at these games. He puts me to shame." Cody said.
"That's because you fricking suck." Paul said. Stevie laughed at Paul's blunt insult.
"I do not. I'm just streaky!"
"Nah, you suck Cody." Stevie said, getting Paul to laugh.
"Am I getting bullied? Stop picking on me guys, I'm sensitive..." Cody said with light heart.
"No, you're not getting bullied yet." Stevie said slyly.
"Yet? What do yoUUUGGGHH" Cody said as he got interrupted by Stevie's fist spiraling straight between Cody's legs, like a mallet on an watermelon. Cody's dick was hanging on the side, so it was a direct, nauseating hit. Cody's balls were sore from two punches earlier today, and still would've been sore from everything that's happened recently. At the mall, the accident at school, and even still from that experience with Stevie and Jerry. His balls were an uncomplimentary color, like red in urine.
Cody's balls were very vulnerable with his legs spread wide and he wasn't even wearing any underwear beneath his shorts, as he had none that were clean. Stevie's small fist crushed Cody's large balls like a hammer, flattening them against the sexy older brother's soft mattress. Cody instinctively brought his legs together and doubled over in agony due to his younger brother's unexpected harassment.
However, Julie was still on Cody's neck as he lurched over. She did not expect her caring brother to jolt in the manner he did, which was why she wasn't holding on too tight. This led to Julie falling over her brother, scalp first, towards the floor.
However, Paul has dad reflexes. He dropped the controller and grabbed Julie by an ankle before her head bopped against the floor, which no doubt would have led to a nasty bump and a potential for a very minor case of severe brain damage. Somewhat unlikely, considering the scientifically proven fact that children are made of rubber, but the possibility is there.
Cody quickly realized the situation and picked Julie up and flipped her over, trying his best to ignore the terrible agony between his legs. Her face looked confused and she started crying.
"No, it's okay Julie. You're okay." Cody said painfully holding himself and trying to comfort his scared little sister on his knee. It was not working.
Cody moved Julie's head to his shoulder, moving the hand from his throbbing testicles, and held her softly. He turned his head to his brother with a stink face.
"Well done Stevie! Julie's crying now."
"It's not my fault."
"Yes it is!" Cody said, but the pain was getting to him. He couldn't hide the sickness from his voice anymore, as his face frowned in pain. "You punched me in the balls... which caused Julie to fall off me."
"So. You always over-react, it's your fault."
"I'm not overreacting Stevie! They're fucking sensitive!" Cody said raising his voice, starting to get heated. Cody then felt another uncomfortable wave hit his body, as he doubled over slightly, with a more obvious ache on his face. This didn't improve Julie's mood.
Cody shook his head as he painfully stood up and limped out of the room. He wanted to calm Julie down before he dealt with Stevie. But before he could leave the room, he had to lean against the door frame to recollect his energy. Cody breathed in and out as he tried to calm Julie a bit, who was still unhappy. Cody them limped away, leaving Stevie and Paul in his room.
As Cody left the room, Paul looked at Stevie. He was playing the game like nothing happened. Paul picked the controller back up and played the game before he decided to talk.
"Does that happen often?" Paul asked.
"Does what happen?"
"Cody getting all pissy." Paul realized Cody has a right to be pissy. It hasn't been an hour yet and he's already gotten punched in the balls three times. But Paul's still curious.
"Yeah. He's a little bitch."
Paul laughed. "You bust him often?"
Stevie looked at Paul. "Bust?"
"Yeah, busting hiWHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT BULLSHIT! Uh, yeah. Busting his balls. Nut shots, you know?"
"Oh. Yeah, his reactions are so funny! I also really like the feeling I get. It always makes me feel better!"
Paul smiled. Cody's brother is a natural ballbuster.
The game ended soon and both put the controller down. Then Cody came back in, a hand holding the large bulge in his shorts.
"Okay Stevie, I want you out." Cody said firmly.
"What? Why?"
"Because you punched me in the balls and you made Julie cry."
"So?"
"Why is that not enough!?"
"Because that's unfair!"
"It's unfair how you punched me in the balls for no reason!"
"There was a reason!" Stevie pouted, standing up.
"What was that reason?"
Stevie glared at his brother. Cody looked expressive in his own cute way. It was obvious Cody was annoyed, but it was hard to take him seriously despite it. He had his arms crossed, trying to look in control as he waited for Stevie's reply.
Stevie walked up with determination and lashed out with an angry kick between Cody's open legs, once again catching his good looking older brother off guard. At this point, one has to ask if Cody's even tried protecting himself.
Stevie's foot crashed into Cody's plump and full testicles, flattening them as Stevie's bare toes pushed themselves up to Cody's pelvis.
Cody yelped as he collapsed to the floor, both hands cradling his throbbing testicles. Despite evidence for the contrary, Cody did not anticipate nor prefer this tormenting outcome.
Cody writhed on the floor and found breathing to be difficult. Cody felt like he's going to be sick, as his sore spuds got assaulted once again, reigniting a flame that hasn't even died yet. Stevie gave his brother a Bronx cheer and stomped out of the room. Paul watched as Stevie slammed the door, which bounced right back, ajar. Paul looked back down at Cody, who was kicking the floor and making sad noises.
"Come on Cody. Stop over-reacting." Paul said, teasing Cody.
Cody moaned. He coughed into the floor as he lifted his lower body off the floor. He fell back down on his side before he moaned again, holding back tears.
"Dude, no... this hurts so bad..."
Paul laughed and picked up a controller. "I bet. 4th hit so far? I'm surprised you aren't crying."
Cody laughed lightly, then began hacking horribly in automatic response. He grunted and inhaled sharply. Paul thought Cody looked pretty cute in pain like that, but he neglected to mention it.
Cody continued to be cute for some time. Eventually he stopped writhing, but continued to be cute. Cody managed to pick himself up thanks to his bed after Paul played a couple matches.
"This game is starting to piss me off." Paul said, putting the controller on the bed.
Cody's eyes were closed as his face was pained. His hand was holding his crotch in his white shorts as he was bent over, facing the bed. The hand closer to Paul was resting on the bed. Paul looked at Cody's crotch, and could make out a good outline. He wondered if Cody was wearing any underwear. He then wondered if Cody was actually okay. He knows Cody's balls has been under a lot of assault recently.
"You okay?" Paul asked sincerely.
"I should be okay..." Cody moaned, tilting his head at Paul. He forced a weak smile then faced the bed again.
Paul nodded, and smirked. He held his hand onto Cody's shoulder, trying to comfort his friend, who probably needs it right now. Just then he heard the door swing open.
"CODY?!"
Paul looked up and saw Cody's mother. Cody's mother's hair was blonde, and looked more than fine for a woman of her age. Her eyes were that of Cody's, and they were focused on an inheritor of said eyes.
"CODY!" She screamed again. Cody turned around and stood up straight with pain.
"Yes mother?" Cody groaned as he doubled over due to the heavy ache in his lower body. He crossed his arms over his belly.
"What is wrong with you?"
"What?"
"You made Julie cry, then kicked your brother out of your room?"
"Mom, that is not fair. Yo-"
Cody was interrupted by his mother's decision to interrupt her son. She shot her hand out and grabbed Cody's crotch with authority. The teen did not expect his mother to grab his privates with such aggression.
Cody jumped and shrieked in place. Cody's mother pulled Cody back by the balls as he squirmed. This caused Cody to shriek again but refrain from further sudden movements. Instead, Cody just stared at his mother with wide fearful hazel eyes, crippled with pain and terror. His hands over his mother's wrist.
"Cody. I will not hear your back talk!" Cody's mother spoke firmly, as Cody's mind started to overwhelm.
Cody nodded his head furiously, hoping it would get his dear mother's hands off his sensitive balls. It didn't appear to work, as Cody's mother just increased the pressure. Cody whimpered as he closed his eyes and shook his legs.
Meanwhile, Paul was just watching in awe. He could not believe this was happening. Cody's mother turned her head at the black haired and green eyed handsome lad in her sons room. Cody's mother smiled at Paul.
"Hello there! What's your name?"
"Uhhh... P-paul. It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Brennan."
"Please, call me Lauren." Lauren said with a smile.
"Uh, okay. Lauren. Hello Lauren." Paul said, still unable to take his eyes off the scene.
"Having an enjoyable day so far? I hope Cody's been a hospitable host." Lauren asked nonchalantly.
Paul smiled as he nodded his head. "Yeah, great day. Cody's... uh, awesome! Uh, how about you? H-how's your day?"
"I'm doing okay. Cody can be a real model son sometimes. But, I did just had to console two of my youngest children because my oldest was ACTING OUT!" Lauren said, twisting her hand with emphasis on the final two words. Cody let out a painful high pitched yelp which lasted longer than a normal yelp does, as Cody's eyes began to water. "But I'm doing okay otherwise. I just caught up with Silicon Valley. I loved it!"
"Oh really? I actually haven't watched it yet. I need to get with the times haha..."
"Yes, you do! You have to get it when you get the chance. You wo- CODY STOP SQUIRMING" Lauren spoke as she jerked her hand and added even more pressure momentarily as she felt Cody resist. Cody yelped out and held onto mother for support. The pain that was already crippling, began incapacitating. "Like I was saying, you have start. It starts off like a comedy, and it is. But it's such a clever show with a story that really gets you invested, you know? Maybe repetitive, but the characters are great! You totally have to watch it!"
"Okay... I'll watch it when I can..." Paul said with a smile, still baffled by Lauren acting like Cody isn't slowly approaching weeping mess status.
"Good. Tell me when you do!" Lauren smiled at Paul. Her expression changed as she looked down at Cody, who was holding tightly onto his mother.
There was a moment of silence. Lauren broke it.
"Now Cody, you have to apologize to your brother and sister."
Cody responded with a moan.
"I SAID" Lauren angrily said as she twisted her son's nuts in her hand. Cody whimpered and tried to pry his mother's hands off. This just infuriated his mother. She focused her pressure solely on Cody's right nut and wrapped her small feminine hand around her oldest son's large masculine nut. She could tell that it was swollen, she's confident Cody's nuts weren't that large. Cody gagged and realized he's not in a position to fight her.
"Don't you dare try that shit with me, mister. I know that it's not normally this big, so I bet you've been put in your place recently... your father told me why you skipped school!" Lauren said with annoyance as Cody nodded his head, tears starting to form. Paul found that comment most curious.
"I was saying... I want you to apologize to Stevie and Julie. Do you understand?" Lauren asserted.
Cody was in torturous agony, and it was only rivaled by the embarrassment that he felt knowing Paul, his friend, was watching his mother squeeze his testicles and completely take away any freedom he once had. Cody wanted nothing more in the moment, but to curl up and be left alone. This was exactly the sort of situation he was scared might happen.
Cody leaned his hunched head on his mother, and weakly and defeatedly moaned "Yes Mother. I will apologize..."
"Good... STEVIE! JULIE! COME IN HERE."
The 3 stood in Cody's room with varying level of comfort. Stevie galloped like a horse into the room with Julie on his back, giving her a piggy back ride. Julie seemed to be having fun, laughing on her brother's back. And Stevie had a big ol' smile on his face too, which only grew when he saw his brother' situation. Cody's face was a mask of pain, and you could make out Cody's nut in his mother's hand. Stevie remembers how awesome that feels.
"Cody wants to say something. Isn't that right, son?" Lauren said with a smile, turning down to Cody after directing herself to her younger children.
Cody nodded, and as he was about to open his mouth, his mother closed her small hand around Cody's sensitive testicle. Cody let out a high pitched yelp as he squirmed in place, wishing he could just fall down.
"Cody... say what it is you want to say."
"Okok. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for kicking you out of my room Stevie. And I-I'm sORry Julie... for making you cry..." Cody said, as he himself started crying, once more. Paul still wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not. He'd pinch himself, but if he was dreaming, he wasn't sure if he wanted to wake up.
"Thank you Cody." Lauren said with a smile, releasing her grip on her son, who instantly let out a sigh of relief as he fell back, and leaned onto his bed before he weakly, somehow managed to crawl on. He curled into a fetal position and held his aching nads, fighting through tears. Cody hasn't felt this horrible since they went shopping, only two days ago. And he knew his balls haven't recovered from that yet.
"Mom, I still don't feel any better." Stevie said with a forced frown.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I think I need something to help me feel better." Stevie said, looking forward to having more fun. Paul saw through his guise, and began to wonder if this is starting to become too much.
"Oh, well I know exactly what to do!" Lauren said with a smile, wagging her finger. Stevie lowered himself to the floor, letting Julie jump off from a safe height. Julie jumped off then ran out of the room. Her dolls needed to be attended to.
Lauren turned herself to her son and grabbed his arms that were cradling the sore spuds. She pulled them away from the bed, catching Cody off guard once again. He made a noise as he felt his body get pulled off the bed. Luckily for Cody he moved his feet to the floor before he crashed down, but just barely. But he couldn't stand up, so he just sank to his knees, looking up at his Mother with a questioning expression.
"Cody stand up."
"Ma, I can't... my ba-"
"Son! Stand up now! Don't make me get your father..." Lauren said, knowing full well that Jerry would not be happy to be dragged from the news right now. Things were just starting to get good.
Cody looked up at his Mother with hurt hazel eyes. He knew she was serious, and he knew that he wanted to keep his father out of this. He looked down and pushed himself up with weak arms and legs.
"Thank you Cody. Stevie?"
Stevie didn't need anything else to know what to do. Cody was still looking down, eyes closed. Legs conveniently spread, as he knew something was going to come soon and he wanted to prepare for it. Stevie decided Cody needed no time to prepare, and ran at his brother with frightening speed, skyrocketing his short prepubescent leg into his much more developed brother's aching spermbags with his instep.
A wet sickening splat echoed as Cody cried out and fell straight down to the floor. Cody's hands surrounded his sore package as he writhed and tried to breath like a normal person. Just figure out how to pull air in then push it out. But his body couldn't do so, thanks to the ravaging his nuts just received. They've been through so much recently, and the pain did not get any easier for Cody. He continued to flop and writhe, arch and un-arch his body. Stevie loved watching his brother move like this.
"I still think I need a bit more lightening up!" Stevie said with a smile.
"Of course son. Paul, would you help us?" Lauren said, turning to Paul, who still was unable to believe this, or formulate a moral theory regarding this situation.
"Oh, I-I don't know Mrs.-"
"Please, call me Lauren."
"...Lauren." Paul said, corrected. "I... don't know..." Paul added apprehensively. He wasn't even too sure if he should be okay with watching, but actively engaging in this...
"It's fine, don't worry. Plus this is my house, and I insist."
Paul shook his head. He looked down at his friend, who's flopping around like a dying fish, making dying animal noises. Tears streaming down.
One part of him said that Cody really needs someone on his side. Paul also remembered a couple of days ago when they went shopping. He felt terrible, and told himself he'd never do that again. And by helping Lauren... he kinda would be doing that again.
Paul then told himself that it'll happen with or without him. And he is a guest in the Brennan household. Saying no to the woman of the house would be... disrespectful.
Paul didn't feel like there was a real right answer so he begrudgingly gave in and put his conscious on hold, hoping Cody wouldn't hold this against him. He bent over and grabbed Cody's arms and lifted him, putting him in a full nelson. Cody, finding similarities between this and his the situation with his father, where he had no control, he shook his head saying "nonononononononono..."
"Sorry man, I don't have a choice really. I'll make it up to you after this, I swear." Paul said in Cody's ear.
"Paul please..." Cody pleaded.
"...Sorry." Paul replied. He just stood there, doing what was asked of him by Cody's mother. He tried not to think too much, because he knew he wasn't feeling very well about this. Cody whimpered as he looked forward, knowing he wasn't going to start feeling better anytime soon, and saw his brother standing in front of him.
"Stevie please..."
"You know, I wonder if your balls always feel the same way?." Stevie asked with curiosity. He shot his hand out and grabbed his big brother's big balls with an open palm and absolutely no empathy. Cody intook some air, hopefully filling himself with something that wasn't agony and shook in Paul's arms. But, Paul kept a strong grip, not letting Cody go.
Cody screamed out as he felt his fragile eggs compress thanks to his brother's fierce grasp. His brother's small hands crushed Cody's oversized testicles with sick curiosity. Although he couldn't hold both of them fully, he held them both as best he could.
"Damn bro. They're still so big... Ma, are my balls gonna be this big?"
"I'm not sure Stevie. Probably!"
"Awesome!" He said innocently as he continued the pressure on his big brother's big balls. Stevie was feeling awesome. He loved the feeling of his brothers meaty orbs in his hands, the feeling of them compress. Like a fun lump of dough. This felt just as awesome as the last time he had Cody's balls in his hand, if not more mushy.
Cody kept on thrashing around, face growing red.
"I'm gonna lower your shorts, so I can see them!" Stevie said, letting go for a moment, giving Cody a much needed respite. Stevie lowered his brother's shorts, and when Cody realized this, he started thrashing again. But there was nothing Cody could do. Stevie lowered his brother's shorts, revealing that Cody was free-balling. This embarrassed Cody very much.
Stevie was in awe at the sheer size of his big brother's unit. His shaved cock was so much bigger than Stevie's own, and his balls were even more so. Cody's balls were the size of two lemons, if those were extra large lemons. Stevie was very curious as to why Cody's nuts were the color they were; red and a somewhat unnerving purple filled some of Cody's testicles, obviously due to trauma. Cody was worried about the color, but I can assure you they got better once this scenario came to a close.
Stevie assumed that the color was just the way it's supposed to be; just like how some boys are black and others tan. An innocent misunderstanding. Stevie was infatuated with his brother's manhood and hoped his would look the same one day. We know that it would be in young Stevie's interest to have a healthier shade of testicles, come his post-puberty years. Again, Stevie wasn't as aware.
"Wow Cody... they're so cool!" Stevie said as awe and hope filled his young body.
Paul's eyes opened as he peaked over Cody's shoulder to get a view of what sounded like his dreams. He could see Cody's bare cock hanging low. He couldn't see Cody's swollen and bruised balls fully, however, but what he did see was a huge, hefty, if not a bit red sack that told Paul that it was equally worthy of the term mouthwatering. Especially given how he remembers they felt a couple days ago. Paul's mouth was wide open, and his eyes were glimmering; like a little boy in an ice cream store. He's never seen Cody's bare cock before, and it was just as glorious as he dreamed, even from his skewed perspective. Paul imagined the rest of Cody's sack was as he saw it from above, and was enjoying it very much. So much so, that a lot of the blood in his body rushed to his pleasure stick. Cody felt something hard poke his back, and he squirmed as he felt it.
"PAUL!" Cody cried out. Paul didn't even realize at first.
"What?" Paul asked not paying much attention.
"Are you fucking hARD!!??!" Cody asked, trying to squirm around, and not feel even more uncomfortable than he already was.
"What... oh! I'm sorry!" Paul said looking down and realizing. He then started to feel really embarrassed. He started thinking that he shouldn't be doing this to his friend.
"I-I... I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore." Paul said undoing his hands and letting Cody's weakened body drop to the floor. Paul quickly moved his hands to his crotch, in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry Lauren, I don't feel comfortable doing this. I'm sorry" Paul said, sitting back on the bed. He looked away, closed his eyes and tried to ignore the uncomfortable situation.
Stevie wondered why Paul wouldn't feel comfortable doing this. It's just so much fun, why wouldn't Paul be okay with doing this?
Cody was curled in a ball and in tremendous pain, but managed to peak an eye out to see Paul. He saw him on his bed, not wanting to be a part of this. He wanted to thank him. But before he could, he felt his arm get pulled away and his mother stand where Paul one stood.
"If Paul won't hold you up, I will. Stevie needs this, and you need to learn!" Lauren spat out.
"No, Mom please! Stop, please, I'm sorry!"
"Too late mister." Lauren said as she held her son up surprisingly well. She held Cody up in a full nelson and Cody knew what was coming.
"Jesus..." Cody said defeated. "Please guys, just stop this pleAWWW!" Cody screamed out as his brother punched his dangling bare balls with a hard straight. Cody's balls flopped back and swung like pendulums, and looked almost hypnotizing as they did so. As Cody's large, red, flailing, bruised balls came to a halt, Stevie let out another punch, this one softer. Cody cringed as he felt his dangling nads get punched, once again. Stevie kept it up and did several quick jabs to his older brother's oversized beanbag, like it were a speedbag, never letting Cody's huge plums stop swinging even for a moment. And even the slightest bit of pressure exerted on them created a nauseating wave of torment. So the perpetual stream of jabs his brother was throwing at him was utterly unbearable. Cody was hacking, squirming, trying to close his legs, crying out, tensing and wishing his brother wasn't a damn psychopath.
"Stevie stop! Oh my GOD STOP!" Cody screamed, kicking his legs out. Cody honestly felt like his balls couldn't take much more of this. They have been through so much recently, and this looked to of just started.
"Haha, come on bro! I'm just having fun." Stevie said, grabbing Cody's balls. Not with malicious intent, just curiosity. That didn't mean that the contact didn't creating a stinging sensation for Cody.
"FuN?!?! FUN!?!?!? Stevie please!! I'm your brother. Why do you hate me? Why... why are you hurting me so bad?" Cody pleaded with his younger brother.
Stevie was about to reply because it's fun, but then he really looked into his brother's eyes. They were red from crying, and looked sincerely terrorized. Which shouldn't be a surprise to anyone. But Stevie felt a snowflake of regret. This isn't the first time he's seen Cody like this. It isn't the first time Cody's asked him to stop hitting his balls. But this was the first time Stevie's felt bad. It was the first time Cody really got through to Stevie. That snowflake avalanched into a nasty flood know as realization.
His brother's shorts are hanging from his ankles, his nuts are swollen with red, not even acknowledging the black and blue that started to become obvious to Stevie. Cody's face was full of agony, he looks like he's going to be sick. Coughing, gagging. Breathing like he just regained the ability to breath.
Stevie began to understand why Paul didn't want to take part in this. Cody is being tortured. Stevie started to wonder why his parents do this to Cody. But more importantly, Stevie wonders why he does this to his brother? He begins to wonder how he never made the connection before.
Stevie shook his head slowly and let go of Cody's balls. Cody let out a sigh and hung his head.
"You're done Stevie?" Lauren asked.
"Yeah. I'm done." Stevie said lowly, as he watched his brother hang almost lifelessly. Stevie looked away from Cody, almost in shame. Paul started watching when Lauren asked and saw Stevie. He felt something was up.
Lauren dropped Cody without a care and the thud was loud as Cody's limp body collapsed. Cody could finally give up and do nothing.
Paul looked down at Cody, lying very uncomfortably on the hardwood floor. Paul felt Cody deserved better then this and moved up, bent over and lifted Cody to his bed carefully by his arms. Cody lied down without much effort on his end, unable to find the power to really move himself, now that he wasn't in direct danger. As Paul lied Cody's upper body on his bed, he bent over and carefully picked up his lower body too. Cody let out a whimper as the movement irritated his sensitive testicles.
"Sorry." Paul said sincerely, as he lied Cody's lower body onto the bed. Cody was lying flat on his back, his large dick and extra-over-sized nuts hanging freely. His eyes were closed and he looked to be out for the count.
"All right, I'll leave you boys to it. Stevie, come to me if something else happens, okay honey?" Lauren said, kissing her baby boy on his head before leaving and closing the door behind her.
Paul looked at his naked crush, sprawled flat on his back. Well, not naked, he still had a shirt on. But he was naked where it counts. Paul was finally able to see the bruise on Cody's sack, and cringed at the sight. Paul felt responsible for it. With some responsibility coming over himself, Paul felt like he had to do what he could to protect Cody, now that the danger seems to of passed. He pulled Cody's blanket over his friend's naked frame, covering his bruised shame. Paul hoped Cody would be okay.
Paul then remembered Stevie was there not too long ago. Paul turn turned to Stevie, but he was gone. He heard the door close as he looked up. Paul looked back to Cody who was probably passed out right now. Or if he wasn't, he was unable to do anything but lie there. Either way, Paul felt sticking around could lead to a morally questionable scenario and decided it would be best to be elsewhere.
"I'll be back, okay Cody?" Paul said before he left. Cody didn't respond, but Paul felt it was okay if he walked towards the door. He left Cody's room and saw a door close at the end of the hallway. He assumed it was Stevie's. He walked up and knocked.
"Stevie?"
"...Yeah." Stevie replied lowly.
"Can I come in?"
With the sound of melancholic indecision, "...Okay."
With that, Paul slowly opened the door. He looked inside and saw Stevie lying on his bed, staring at his phone screen. The room was a mess.
"This room is a mess." Paul said.
Stevie didn't say anything, and kept on staring at the little rectangular box in his hand.
Paul walked up to Stevie's bed and took a seat next to his feet. Stevie didn't act differently.
"You... ok?" Paul asked, unsure.
"I guess."
"You sure? You looked a bit... something, back there."
Stevie put his phone down and sighed. "I... feel bad. I think."
"Well... that wouldn't be too surprising, given the previous series of events."
"I never felt like this after... busting... Cody."
"How do you normally feel?"
"Happy. Excited. Just... feeling good, really."
"Not this time?"
"At first, yeah. It felt the same as always. But... Cody said... asked... why do I hate him? But I don't... I love him, he's my brother. Then he asked why am I hurting him so bad. And I wanted to to say because it feels good. But..." Stevie said, with a conflicted voice.
Paul waited for Stevie to continue.
"But... that sounds really baaad... he's my brother, I love him more than anything. He always helps me out. And looking at him like that. It didn't feel right this time."
"Well..." Paul started off. He stared at Stevie for a bit, not sure what to say. If he should even say anything. "...maybe you should cut back on busting Cody like that. Not saying you have to stop entirely... because busting some balls is fun. Everyone does it sometimes. And I can totally see why you'd want to bust Cody... but think about how it feels for him. Constantly getting his nuts turned to paste. Must hurt, right?"
"I guess..." Stevie said, uncomfortably.
"Have... you ever been hit in the nuts?" Paul asked.
Stevie turned to face Paul. He looked hesitant.
"Really?" Paul asked. "Never?"
Stevie opened his mouth to say something, but it never came out. He just shook his head.
"Damn... that makes sense why you've shown no mercy then. Well, it hurts... a lot. And your brother doesn't take it as well as most do. Which isn't even that well in general. Have you busted other guys?"
"That's good, bullies are assholes."
"Yeah... and then I started doing it to friends too, because I thought it was fun. I never realized I could do it at school... I don't know if I will anymore." Stevie said shyly.
"Well, you don't have to stop... just hold back a bit, and play along. And get ready to get tapped back, okay?" Paul laughed as he finished. Stevie smirked, but didn't say much else.
Paul sat and thought for a few moments. Then, he started up again.
"I've been wondering about something. Does your mom always bust Cody?"
"Yeah. We all do, even Dad too. Cody and Dad even had played... I think he called it roechamblow, some time ago."
"Roshambo. They played Roshambo?"
"Yeah, that. Roshambo. It was for Man of the House, or something. Cody wanted Dad to respect him, but Cody couldn't keep up."
"I see."
"We..." Stevie started off, thinking about last week, when he and his dad busted Cody. Stevie felt really uncomfortable thinking about that. Paul seemed to read his mind.
"Was you... busting Cody, why he didn't go to school last week?"
Stevie nodded. "Yeah... I didn't get why he got to stay home... Dad said Cody was just being a 'little bitch' or something.." Stevie trailed off as he finished the sentence. He had a lot of conflicting emotions at the moment. Paul realized this, and really felt for Stevie.
Stevie let out a sigh, and rubbed his face a bit. Then, Paul remembered something else.
"Stevie, you said you have some action figures?"
"Oh yeah!" Stevie said, feeling excitement at the thought.
"I'd love to see them!"
Stevie's face lit up as he nodded. Stevie got off his bed, walking over and found them. He grabbed them, and brought them to his bed. Stevie showed Paul his action figures, and Paul looked at them with excitement. They were Godzilla figurines.
"Woah, I love these! I used to watch Godzilla all the time!" Paul said as he saw the action figures.
"Really!?" Stevie asked excitedly.
"Yeah! I love King Ghidorah, he always kicked so much ass. Oh my god, you even have Gigan too!" Paul said picking up the green and yellow alien monster.
"I love Gigan!"
"He has the coolest design! Hooks for hands, razorblade belly! Red Cyclops eye! Damn, I wish he was in more movies." Paul said smiling, handing it back to Stevie.
"Yeah me too!" Stevie replied.
"Who's your favorite?" Paul asked.
"Hmmm... I think MechaGodzilla!" Stevie said, showing Paul the figure.
"Oh my god it's the original design too! This is so cool!!"
"Original design?" Stevie asked.
"Yeah, this was the original. Not the newer ones, where he looks super edgy or like a bulky ass duck." Paul said with a laugh.
"I didn't know they made a new one..." Stevie replied.
"What? You never watched any of the new movies?!?!" Paul asked, wide eyed.
"There are NEW MOVIES?!?!" Stevie proclaimed, unable to believe it.
"Oh my God Stevie, you have so much to learn." Paul said, getting Stevie to laugh. "I'm gonna have to come over just to show you some of the new movies! We have to start with Godzilla 85!" Paul said smiling at Stevie.
"That sounds awesome!" Stevie said.
Paul smiled and looked forward to the idea. Both Paul and Stevie had a good time and bonded in Stevie's mess of a room. Even though the reason Paul came over was lying sprawled, incapable in the other room, Paul was happy to enjoy his time in Stevie's messy room. Paul hoped he could come over more often.
Great story! It's about time someone gets to see Cody's junk;)
ReplyDeleteHey friend! And yeah, I think this is the first time we've experienced naked Cody, right? Certainly not a sight we'll be tired of anytime soon ;)
DeleteThanks for the comment!
The story with Cody and his brother is further developing and always a good amusement. But in short time Stevie will reach his 13th birthday and as well his balls will drop. So maybe he has a girl-mate in his school which come over for doing some homework with him and his mom will join later to instruct and show her more about boys of her class and age? ....as idea? ;-)
ReplyDeleteHey Jasmin!
DeleteReally cool idea there! I've something sort of similar on the drawing board, but not exactly what you mention. I really like your idea though, and I may change my plans up a bit as consequence. Thanks a bunch ;)
I really enjoy these stories about cody, i hope they dont stop!
ReplyDeleteI have some ideas what i would like to read about happening to Cody, i dont think his brother will hurt him more but maybe he is lend out to some of his fathers friends that want to see what his balls can endure if they really keep working them?
Hmmm... maybe, maybe. Maybe Dad can try and 'test' Cody with some of his friends, or something along those lines. It's a fun avenue, I'll consider it. Thanks!
DeleteAnd don't worry too much about Cody's stories. He'll be involved in a bunch of stories still, and some of them will not be very pleasant for him, I assure you ;)