Jack Tibbler (Edited): A Guy That Big, That's The Only Place You Hit Em'

Hey guys! So, originally, I planned on uploading a new, original story (I still plan on publishing one before another part of the Camp storyline...), but I recently found my way to rediscovering some of my favorite stories from 10+ years ago. 

For those of you who remember and devoured the content on Kramtoad, you might be familiar with the name "Jack Tibbler". This story in particular is the first of two official stories that I'm familiar with regarding these characters. (The second one is in a class above this one imo. But this is still great.)

I'm publishing these, because they're from a different time and some people might have missed them. And, even if you do remember them, I fixed them up, put in proper spacing and (better?) punctuation, as well as smoothing out some rough edges. My attempt at doing these stories some justice. I hope I did so. 

I'll be publishing the other story next week (Tuesday the 2nd). 

Jack was an average boy. He never bothered anyone, never got into trouble, he was actually rather docile for a boy of nine. He was of average build, had shaggy brown hair and adored movies more than anything else.

He came from a wealthy family, nothing involving champagne wishes and caviar dreams, though they were pretty well off. He had a mother who was a little more involved with herself than anything else, and a father who worked all the time.

Then there was Andy, the iconic older brother. He was thirteen, obsessed with sports and girls, as toned as he could be at that age with short dusted blonde hair. To everyone else he was a golden boy. To Jack, he was a nightmare.

Everyday it was something new. A wedgie, bucket of water above his bedroom door, pantsing him in front of the neighborhood kids, humiliating him in any form he could think of. Some of the things Andy did were fun little pranks, others were downright mean. Including one such occasion.

Jack sat before the television, watching an animated movie he had grown to love while drinking from a mug his deceased grandfather had given him, which he loved even more. He had friends, he was far from anti-social. He just really enjoyed watching movies. Maybe one day he would become an actor, or better yet, a producer!

Jack was sitting there, minding his own business and keeping to his simple self, when Andy strolled into the room. Andy was sweating like a pig and wearing his soccer uniform, two buddies with him.

"Hey, tool. Still watching cartoons? " Jack said nothing, he learned to let things slide, even at his age.

"Are you listening to me?" Still, Jack said nothing. He wasn't getting annoyed or angry, simply ignoring his older brother.

Andy stepped over to the VCR, hit stop, then eject. Jack felt his heart sink, looking up toward him and frowning. He wished his parents were around more often to reprimand Andy. His buddies just watched, elbowing one another and joking about what a little fag Jack was.

"So how about it? Come outside with us, we're gonna get some more practice in."

"No thanks. I was just gonna finish the movie."

Andy sneered, looking to his buddies, whom were watching.. The peer pressure was building, and in the end he decided to drop the tape to the floor. Raising a sneaker foot, he stomped on it. Once, twice, third times a charm, and the sound of plastic cracking rang through the living room.

Jack said nothing still, feeling his heart well with a fire, but he sat there, swallowing a lump in his throat and keeping still, not wanting to make things worse.

"Dude, that was kind of jacked up. " One of the friends said. Andy waved them off, before kicking the broken tape toward Jack and walking back outside. The friends followed, leaving Jack to sit there with shattered remains of his favorite movie scattered before him...

His hands were shaking and he tried to focus on sipping from the mug, as he fought back tears of anger. That was just one of the meaner things Andy did, and wasn't even physical. At least not toward Jack.

Another time was more disgusting. Jack and Andy were cleaning the kitchen, it was their responsibility to clean one room of the house every Saturday, for one month. Jack had been on his hands and knees cleaning out from behind the fridge, and every time he found a coin he would place it into his favorite mug, which he kept beside him.

Andy was cleaning the drain out, dinner from the night before and breakfast had gotten clogged up into it. 

"Are you boys almost done in there? We're meeting the Stevens at nine for dinner." Their mother shouted.

Andy grimaced as he dug out a fat, sagging lump of noodles from last night. They were cold and soggy, with bits of wet and bloated sausage stuck to them from breakfast. It felt like nothing he had touched before and smelled like barf. He glanced over toward the trash can, which he had just emptied. Not wanting to fill it with this, he walked over to Jack.

He had counted ten quarters so far, and was attempting to fish out a dime when Jack gently set a foot down upon his outstretched hand. 

"Hey, tool. I've got something for ya."

 The malicious grin made Jack nervous, but even though he was so horrible, he trusted his older brother would never really hurt him.

"... W-- What..?" He asked.

"Close your eyes and open your mouth."

Jack shook his head. Andy placed a foot over Jack's favorite mug.

"Do it, or I break your gay little sippy cup."

Jack felt his heart race, though the fear of losing his mug drove him to close his eyes, open his mouth, and wait...

Andy grinned like the devilish little bastard he was, and shoved the handful of sopping wet and raunchy smelling food waste into Jack's mouth, before dashing off.

Jack gagged, feeling the disgusting stuff fill his mouth and coat his taste buds. He wretched into the mug, and shook all over from doing so..

His mother punished Andy, sent him to his room for an hour.

He deserved more, yeah?

Jack was sitting before the television again, Andy had went through most of his tape collection, and he was forced to watch a movie on paper-view. Cop And A 1/2.

He was about through with it, when Andy came stomping into the room like a total prince who ran the house when mom and dad were away.

"What're you doing, turd?" Jack said nothing, watching the movie. Andy moved over to the VCR, hit stop, then eject. Nothing happened.

He sneered, before turning on Jack and staring him down. "You know what, puke? I'm going skeet shooting with John and his dad, and I need a target I can really practice with... I think..." He began a mock peer around the room. Jack said nothing, as usual, only watched the screen.

"This works. " Andy kneeled down, and snatched the mug up.

Jack felt his stomach twist. Not the mug...

That was his grandfather's. He wanted to get up and go after Andy, but sat there, stricken by fear. He didn't know how he could bring down his tyrant of a brother.

"Nah, never mind." Andy said as he tossed the mug casually over his shoulder. It hit the fireplace mantle, shattering.

Andy put a hand to his mouth, feigning shock.

"Oops.. "

With an impish grin and cackle, Andy grabbed his duffel bag and strolled outside.

Jack felt the tears welling up in his eyes, fists balling until his knuckles turned white.

He wanted to make Andy pay, pay for everything...pay for the mug.

A loud sound got his attention. It was the movie. A bar fight was taking place.

He watched as a man stood atop a pool table, and the cop slammed an uppercut right into his balls, bringing him down. The next words rang in his ears and stayed with him for the rest of his life.

"You can hit a guy there?!" Asked a boy on the movie.

"A guy that big? That's the only place you hit em'." Replied the cop.

The family was returning from church one Sunday, a week later. Andy had not messed with Jack all week, surprisingly. They got inside the house and the parents headed upstairs to change out of their church clothing. Jack moved over to the coffee table where he had some glue and the pieces of the mug set up, he had been working on it all week. Then Andy came up behind him. 

"Yanno, turd. I'm sorry about the mug..." He sighed, sounding sincere. Jack couldn't believe it... then he heard crunching noises. Andy kept a few crackers from the salad bar, where they had eaten after church. He was smashing them in his hands, and rubbing them into Jack's hair. 

"Sorry I didn't do it sooner.." With that, Andy turned and jogged to his room to change as well.

Fire. Blazing hot and enough to brand cattle, it raged inside of Jack. Bad To The Bone might as well have been playing, for his calm visage melted away and was replaced by one with malice, nothing but rock hard intent of brutal revenge. The nine year old child-like aura he had was now gone, and in its place stood a hellraiser, fed up with bullshit and demanding revenge.

He turned and began stomping toward Andy's room. Only one thing on his mind. The door was never locked, and he shoved it opened, anger and ruthless fire dragging him into the room. Andy turned, now clad only in his briefs, firm body shown, bulge outlined nicely in his white butt huggers. He growled, glaring at Jack. 

" What are you doing in here, fag??" 

Andy began stomping toward him like a wild animal, and Jack began to think he had acted to harshly... but then the movie came back to him. The scene in the bar. 

Andy had gotten no less and three feet away from him, and Jack screamed. 

"AAHH!" 

A primal shout, and all the strength he had guided his foot up. 

SLAM! 

The rock hard tips of his dress shoes. Damn, they might have even been steel toed boots. The steel tips were jammed up and between Andy's thighs, connected with his directly right ball, and sending gobs of shocking pain through the older brother's guts and lower abdomen. 

He croaked, bending slightly. "Ugh..!" 

Jack lowered his foot, but felt the vengeance well up again. 

"YOU'RE THE TOOL!" He screamed again, and swung once more. 

This time the steel hard sole of the dress shoe caught both balls, crushing them against Andy's pelvic bone and sending a fresh wave of pain that racked the boys balls and rocked his stomach, nausea overcoming him. 

This time, Jack lowered his foot and was about to go for another blow, when he saw Andy about to collapse like a house of cards. His knees locked together, hands moving to clutch at his aching nuts, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he staggered, fighting with all his might, before giving in to the pain and dropping to his knees. Lurching forward and falling onto his side. 

"Oooohh... ugh! Ugh... ah! Ah! My balls!" Andy laid there, moaning in agony. Jack stood there, amazed. He didn't remember much else, save for his parents running into the room after hearing all the noise. 

"Andy?! Are you okay?!" 

"Jack!! What did you do?!" 

Yeah... he... he felt satisfied. Seeing Andy on the floor, holding onto his balls like they were grenades that had exploded in his briefs... it felt good. He wanted to do it again, and again, and again. Not now, though. But it certainly wouldn't be the last time.