Pride and Pity

EDIT: Title changed due to my lack of culture. Originally, "The Humbler". Any likeness is unintended , and purely accidental .

Hey guys! New story, while I put off finishing Camp Hardwood. I honestly shouldn't of even written this, but I did and I think I'm glad I did. Some of you might enjoy it. 

Chris knocked on the door to his mother’s room and saw her finishing up an e-mail she probably had to write to her clients. Chris didn’t pay it any mind as she closed her laptop and looked up at her oldest son before  heading to her youngest, and only daughter’s room for homework help.

“Mom, I need the car tonight.” Chris pleaded with his honey brown eyes.

Mom sighed as her eyes rolled in exaggeration. She didn't really want to consider if her oldest son should have the only car tonight, to do God knows what.

“I don’t know, Chris. It’s a school day and-”

“Mom please, it’s really important and-”

“It’s a school day Chris, and you aren’t doing great in your classes you know!” She said, remembering his last report card. Nothing was failing, but she knows he could do better.

“I know, but one night isn’t going to change anything and-”

“And nothing, you should start being responsible and put your classes first!”

Chris groaned and shook his short cut head in disappointment. He doesn’t understand why his Mother can be so unreasonable about things. Why can’t she just let things go? Trust him for once, he’s basically an adult. 

“Mom, I’m almost 18 you can’t treat me like a child! It’s just one night, and it’s really important.”

“What’s so important? Is it more important than school?”

Chris grimaced and wished he didn’t say it was important anymore. It is, but he knows his Mom wouldn’t understand. It’s not a real party or anything, but he’s really hitting it off with this guy at school and his friends all seem so cool to Chris. This might be a great opportunity to get more familiar with them.

Of course though, he’s mostly hoping he can get lucky tonight. He’s been really crushing on Sean, and he think’s he’s been picking up on some not so subtle signals. This was a perfect opportunity to see if those signals lead anywhere.

The only issue though, is that it just came up after Dinner and he doesn’t have much time to waste.

“Mom please, you won’t get it, I just need this and it’s really not a big deal. I’ll be back before midnight.”

“It’s a school night!”

“I don’t get to sleep until midnight most of the time, you know that. Come on, please!? What can I do, I really need this, Mom.”

“Your homework! Just, show me that you finished some homework for tomorrow, and I’ll give you the keys. But please, leave me alone, I need to get back to your sister to help her with her homework and then I need to help her get ready for her dance tomorrow, and I still have clients waiting on me. Okay?”

The single Mother sounded worn down and had started to look forward to a more quiet night with his oldest out for the rest of it. It’s not that he’s a bad kid, but he and his brother always seem to be at it for one reason or another. She’s learned to ignore it, even at it’s worst, but her headache is starting to really leave it’s mark. She was playing with the idea of just going to sleep early and leave her clients for tomorrow to handle.

“Okay… alright. I’ll show you my homework when I finish it!” Chris said, happy to find a resolution that ended with him getting the car for the night. He was even sort of glad that he was told to do some homework, as he’s fallen behind. He’s been meaning to sit down and work on somethings, anyways. 

“Thanks, Mom!” Chris cheered as he turned out of his Mom’s room and headed to the kitchen to get a snack to push him through his homework.

“Hey, don’t eat the last Strawberry Shortcake! It’s your sister’s!” The Mother yelled after him, as she promised Sabrina the last ice-cream bar if she finished her homework tonight.

She didn’t hear a response but was pretty sure her son heard her. She put her laptop away and then headed to Sabrina’s room to do her Motherly duties.

Chris wouldn’t have taken the Strawberry Shortcake, but there were no snacks left and he couldn’t be asked to heat something up when he was on a timer like he was. Plus, he didn’t think it was that big of a deal, they could always buy more.

But even with the snack, there was still another problem Chris had to deal with before he was able to finish his homework. His younger brother by 4 years, Alex.

The two brother’s share the same bedroom, the same color hair and eyes. A softer brown on both, and their faces didn’t hide that they were related. Chris’s was more mature though, having a 4 year head start. It’s structure held in a more focused, stern nature than his brother’s, which always seemed to be smiling over something. His cheeks were a tad on the chubby side, making him come off as a bit cuter, while Chris’s were more lean. But you could tell both were clean, European boys, their lineage probably from Western Europe. However, being attractive wasn't unique to either of them. Both are pretty lucky in that department. 

With the 4 year head start, Chris’s body was more developed and more fit through the track and swimming he dedicated himself to in High School. But he’s packed on some pounds recently though through some more weightlifting, so even though it’s all muscle, he’s been trying to lose it. The Strawberry Shortcake wasn’t helping, but he’d deal with that later.

When Chris saw Alex in their room, he groaned a bit, wishing he would just get lucky for once. The two were often butting heads over something in their daily homelives, no matter what. Objectively, Chris wasn’t a bad big brother but he always thought he knew best and hated it when Alex argued with him. Since they still share a room, it’s sometimes hard for them to stay away from each other. Chris really wishes Alex could bring his game system to the living room.

“Get out Alex, I need to do homework.”

“So, do it. I’m not bothering you.” Alex said without looking up from the tv screen. He had his gamepad in his hand, and was shifting his body with the explosive multiplayer action moving at 60 frames per second.

“When you’re on your game,  you complain all the time. I can’t deal with it right now, I’m going out later.”

“I don’t care bro, just put on your air pods or something.”

Chris didn’t have the time to argue, and just hoped he could deal with it. He hates listening to music when he’s working, he get’s too distracted with the lyrics.

Chris sat on his bed and took a shirt off, leaving his flattering sleeveless wife beater on, and his well-fitting slim jeans which he was going to wear when he goes out later. He looks very appealing in these jeans as well, as they highlight his strong legs well and bunch up flatteringly around his crotch, which did not need much help to look flattering. 

Chris was always proud of his size downstairs, it’s why he got into swimming at first, even if he grew to appreciate the sport. He was even bummed out to know that him being so well-endowed put him at a disadvantage versus other swimmers, as the size of his package caused his body to work harder than others to fight against the friction. Even still, Chris would totally take it. Any man would.

Thankfully, Alex got mad enough at his game after a few minutes and left before Chris felt like he had to say something. Without knowing how long it would take before Alex changed his mind, he rushed through his homework, finding the flow and finishing enough of it to feel like he’s spent his time well.

He closed his book, smiled and threw the popsicle stick towards his brother’s messier side of the room. Alex wouldn’t notice one more piece of junk.

Chris looked through his shirts, and settled on wearing a nice fitting, tight grey shirt with some buttons that looked really good on him. It made his pecs stand out and Chris likes how he’s looked since he’s been lifting some more. He’s been debating dropping Swimming so he could put on more muscle, since he likes how he looks with it. He’ll have to think about it. Maybe he’ll ask Sean about it later.

Chris smiled and thought that could be a good conversation topic, so he stored it away, hoping to bring it up naturally later tonight.

Chris, with his tight grey shirt and jeans had the homework in his hand as he heard his name get yelled from the kitchen.

“Christopher! Get over here!” His Mother shrilled, as Chris’s spine and hair prickled as he ran over to see what his mother was screaming about.

“What, what!?”

“You ate the Strawberry Shortcake!?”

“What? I mean, yeah, maybe. I think so, why?”

“I told you not to eat it! What the fuck, Chris!?”

“I don’t know, I’m sorry! I needed to do the homework you told me to do, and I did it!”

“Chris!” His mother screamed as she turned away and tried to compose herself. Chris stood there, trying to stand true and get ready to fight for the car if she takes it away.

“Mom, I’m sorry, I can go buy her some more later. But, I did what you asked-”

“I asked you to not eat the last Shortcake, I promised it to your sister, and now she’s throwing a fit in the living room!”

“She’s 11, why are you letting her get away with it?”

“Why am I?!” Mom shrieked as a gasket blew loose in her head. “You, dare ask me why I’m letting her get away with it!? You ungrateful, little prick. And you asked me to do you a favor, I cannot believe you.”

Chris realized that he overstepped and waved his hands in hopes of erasing what was just said. “Mom, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that, I’m frustrated!”

“Me too! Now your sister won’t be ready for her dance tomorrow, and I’m going to have to hear about it and I’m done! I’m done!”

“Mom, please-”

A stern, reserved expression that chilled Chris also shut him up, seeing the sight of Mom's furrowed brows.

“No. You are going to fix what you’ve done. You’re going to make it up to your sister, however you can. And then after that, you can take the car and get out of my house. But only after, you fix the mess you’ve made. Got it?”

Chris nodded furiously and was very eager to accept this offer. He thought he’d have to beg to get the car tonight. He’ll take this, no matter how bratty Sabrina can get.

Chris put his homework on the table and walked to the living room, seeing Sabrina sitting on the couch with her patented, bratty face on tightly. Alex was standing not too far away, smiling at Chris as he came closer.

“Found him! Oh brother, you’ve messed up this time!”

“Shut up, Alex! Go to the room.”

“But you told me to leave? Now you want me to go back? Chris, you-”

“Seriously bro, fuck off! You’re so annoying, God.”

“Shut, up, Chris!” Sabrina yelled out, not happy with the cause of her unhappiness yelling not too far from her.

Chris sighed and walked up to his little sister in her soft pajamas and long, not so straight brown hair. He tried to assess this, and figure how out he can best get through his spoiled little sister. Whenever she gets like this, it’s ridiculously difficult to control her. Mom always caved when Sabby gets in a mood like this, but she never gave in when he or Alex acts up. He hates that and knows that it can’t be good for her to always get away with it. But, he had more important things to deal with. Sean and his friends were waiting, and Chris was itching to having some fun tonight. He’s been wanting to feel up Sean for a long time.

Chris felt that he had to make an attempt to connect with Sabrina here. He’s her older brother, and he should be able to get through to her. She’s just a kid, after all.

Chris got down on a knee and his jeans bunched up over the healthy, firm manhood, clear for anyone who’d look. The large lump was distinct but Chris didn’t pay it any notice, as he had other things on his mind than the evident, heavy globes in his jeans. 

Chris had to talk to his little sister and getting onto eye level with her as she was sitting on the couch, pouting and trying her very best to show her big brother that she’s serious about her little fit. 

Chris looked up at his sister with his buzz-short brown hair and young, handsome face with a warm, easy smile. Chris hoped that seeing him like this would soothe Sabrina, knowing that he cares and is trying. He feels like she’s nicer to him than everyone else, sometimes.

“Sabby come on. I’ll go buy you another one, I didn’t know you wanted the last one.”

“Mom said she told you it was mine!”

“I forgot Sabby, I’m sorry.”

Sabrina buried her little body deeper into the couch and huffed out through her nose. The only reason Sabrina did her homework was because Mom promised her the last Strawberry Shortcake in the freezer. Now, she doesn’t have that and has nothing to cool her temper. She was looking forward to that since she started her homework a couple hours ago.

Chris saw that Sabby wasn’t giving him anything to work with, and time was still moving forward no matter what. He began to feel desperate. 

“Sabby please, what can I do-”

“Go back in time, and not eat my Strawberry Shortcake!”

Chris breathed out and very patiently responded to his little sister. “I can’t do that, but we can go buy some at the store if you forgive me. We can get whole a new box of them! That way you can have one for the rest of the week too.”

“You’re only saying that so Mom will give you the car!”

Chris grimaced and tightened his knuckles as he looked away and tried to recompose. His muscles tensed in his tight, grey shirt and he started to think that his Mom knew that this was going to be impossible, which is why she told him to do it.

He knows that he shouldn’t have eaten that Shortcake, but there was nothing else convenient to munch on and he really needed the boost of energy.  The real problem here, is that he accepted his Mom’s conditions. Why did he think he’d be able to fix things with Sabrina so quickly? That was stupid of me, he thought to himself.

He also thought about how his Mother was probably communicating with her clients upstairs or just taking an early sleep. Chris wondered how she might get through to Sabby, if she weren’t too lazy to do her job as a Mom down here.

Chris turned back to his sister and tried to smile at her, but Sabrina was looking away. She had her arms crossed with eleven years of young experience and her long brown hair draped of justice. Sabrina was impervious.

Chris was getting impatient took a hold of Sabrina’s hands and tried to force her attention. He needed to get this over with.

“Sabrina, please, I need you-”

Sabrina acted in response to the cause of all the bad things in her world taking a hold of her hands and kicked out, slamming her foot at her big brother’s tight jeans, right between his conveniently spread legs. Her young foot drilled in deeply and directly pushed up into Chris’s well-endowed 17-year old bulge. More accurately, her foot slammed into Chris’s left nut and only his left nut, flattening it without any mercy, care or any real thought process.  

Chris's eyes instantly shot out and his mouth gasped in shocked terror as he fell to both knees. Even as he protected his manhood from his little sister, he trembled at the feeling of an oncoming, terrible and unstoppable rush of pain that he can feel sprouting inside him.

Then his face fluttered and the fit 17-year old whimpered as he fell to the floor, next to his 11-year old sister looking overhead. Unsatisfied and bratty, Sabrina’s arms were back to crossed, undeterred by the outward signs of agony by her oldest brother.

Even Alex reflexively covered his balls as he saw and heard the kick, but couldn’t help but laugh in shock and stare with the utmost amusement at this scene taking such an amazing turn.

Seeing his big, bossy brother by 4 years getting completely defeated by their little sister was so perfect. And as he stated to moan and writhe next to her, his big legs kicking and shifting at nothing... it was just so perfect!

"Oh my God. What the fuck, Sabby!?" Chris begged.

"I don't want to hear it, Chris! You knew not to eat my Shortcake!"

"You go, Sabby!" Alex cheered.

Chris whined on the floor as he rolled around, not understanding why his little sister would do this to him. This pain was so much worse than any nutshot he’s taken at school or sports. Her kick hit his left nut dead on, and the pain it gave him felt beyond comprehension. How could she kick this hard? Chris woefully thought to himself.

He shoved a hand down his pants and assessed the damages, worried for his well being. It felt like it was still intact, but touching the skin of his left nut felt made another explosion go off inside him. Chris writhed and twitched at the contact, settling on his stomach with his legs pushing and mouth whining out in frustration.

“My fucking balls! Sabrina, you fucking bitch.”

Sabrina sneered down at Chris and thought he had some nerve to say that to her. She saw his hand covering his “balls” in his jeans, and knew to kick there again. She reared back and slammed her little foot into Chris’s hand, angrily pushing it deeper into his jeans. The kick slammed his covering hand into his super sensitive left testicle, and an even worse roar of agony inside his ripped body.

Instantly, Chris cried out, clapped his strong thighs together and tightened up as Sabrina stepped on his tight but soft butt, after he closed his legs and blocked her preferred targets.

“Stupid jerk! I’m telling mom and you’re never going to get the car again!”

Sabrina ran and moodily stomped her feet on the way as Chris continued to struggle on the floor. Alex stood off to the side, trying to wrap his head around what he just saw.

“Holy shit, you just got dropped by Sabby!”

Chris couldn’t even respond as he tried to dissolve into the wooden floor beneath him. His shirt and jeans wore tight on his fit body normally, but all the writhing and shifting caused them to really bunch up on him. Some skin was showing off his side, and his pants were really riding up on him as he lied face first with his handsome face shoved helplessly into the floor. Both hands were deep in his crotch, cupping his jewels with desperation and regret.

After a minute or two, Chris realized that things aren’t looking great with that party tonight. It felt far-fetched on the floor, but maybe he could still go. If this pain could die down soon, he could maybe and convince his Mother that he deserves to go still. He ate a kick in the balls from Sabby because of her. She owes him.

Also, maybe if he tells Sean that he got kicked there, he’d get pity points. Sean has balls too, he knows how this feels. 

But that was a distant thought. His biggest wish was for things to feel better. This pain is unbearable. 

“Oh my god, I wish I got that recorded. Chris, you got-”

“Shut the fuck up, Alex! I’m not in the mood!” Chris yelled out, not bothering to look up.

Alex laughed and got a bit closer to his brother as he held his own balls in his sweats. He’s so glad to he came downstairs after his game finished. This was so much more entertaining.

“What are you going to do about it from down there, huh?” Alex taunted as he leaned over, really taking advantage of the momentary advantage he has over his older by 4 years.

“I’ll beat you when I get up, douchebag!”

“I’ll just sic Sabby on you again!” Alex jeered as he pushed on Chris’s  short-shaved head, really enjoying the power discrepancy in the moment.

Chris pushed his hand up and slapped at Alex, but the younger brother pulled away in time and laughed at his older brother’s failed response. He looked like a fish flopping on the floor, with one hand latched onto his jeans and the other pushed out and trying to find Alex, who couldn’t help but find it hilarious.

“Go away!” Chris spat out, hearing his brother laugh over him, as he flailed in screaming pain.

“Oh, shut up bro. You aren’t going to do anything but lie there, because little Sabby just drop-”

Chris had enough and put his pain on the backburner as he jumped out and pulled on Alex’s leg and tried to drag him to the ground. Alex hollered in protest but was ready to fight off his big brother.

Chris was stronger, even after getting kicked in the balls a couple minutes ago, and Alex could feel it. He couldn’t push Chris off, but he knew he had an advantage over him. Chris wouldn’t go for his balls, but Alex knows that Chris’s are weak. He wasn’t going to think twice about taking advantage of that.

Alex had his legs pulled up, so Chris had to reach over and spread his legs to get access to Alex’s head and body. Alex kept his eyes on Chris’s lean, detailed body, even as he rained down heavy hands. A couple hits slammed down on his face pretty well though, and they angered Alex each time they connected.

After the last one hit, Alex didn’t wait around for a more perfect moment and twisted his body, shooting up and slamming his palm straight into his brother’s groin with intended consequences.

Chris yelped out and buckled, trying to pull in and protect himself. But Alex kept his palm pressing up against his brother’s reproductive parts and clawed his hands in, closing his hand around Chris’s healthy, heavy but sore spuds with nowhere to go.

“Fuck, my balls! Let go, let go!” Chris whined as he slapped his younger brother’s arm in desperation. But, once Alex felt that his big brother’s balls were totally trapped in his grasp, he just pulled his hands down and forced his brother onto the ground. Chris had no choice but to topple over and whimper as his sore balls were in the hands of his juvenile brother.

“Nah, I’ll hold onto them! What are you gonna do about it anyways?” Alex asked as he shook his hand and continued to pressure on and mess with Chris’s eggs, like they were a sponge and his pelvis was a dirty dish.

Chris was helpless on the floor, his face scrunched and turning beat red as eyes were watering. His toned body was full of pain and defeat. He’s never been in a situation like this before, where someone literally had his balls tied up in their cruel hand. He couldn’t even breathe through the intensity. It was everywhere in him, and he felt it mounting up inside with each moment that passed. All this, radiating from the two meaty orbs in the central of his body. They took away all the power Chris had in him. It was so bad, he thought he might soil himself. Chris knew he had to stop this somehow, but he has nothing to give. He could only beg his brother to let go of his balls.

“Alex, please let go.” Chris let our hoarsely. 

Alex could tell that Chris wasn’t fighting back anymore and has totally given up. Alex was somewhat disappointed, because he knows  he had no reason to hold on anymore.

Alex twisted his hand around, eliciting a sharp whine and weak body twist out of Chris, which he found amusing. “Ha! What if I don’t? Why should-”

“Please! Let go, it hurts… so bad. I’m gonna pass out and… crap, bro, please.” Chris’s begged as he pulled on Alex, praying for mercy. His legs were static, painfully tense as Alex’s hand pressured down on the bulge in between his thighs, digging in deeply without reservation. 

Alex didn't want to let go. The scene felt so perfect, and he's never been in control of Chris like this before. But with how sad and serious his brother sounded, he knew he had to stop. He didn’t want to risk getting in trouble, anyways.

With a dejected sigh, he let go of Chris’s sack and instantly, Chris closed his hands over his crotch and curled up, letting out a pained sigh of leaking relief, as his balls were finally let go. 

Alex sat back and looked around, thinking about what to do next. He got up without saying anything else and went upstairs, leaving Chris alone on the floor. 

Once he realized that his brother left, Chris let out a loud exhale and thrashed on the floor as he rolled and opened his eyes widely. He strained and spread, groaned, rolling over and eventually settling on his side. There, he firmly placed his hands between his legs and stayed as still as he could on the floor in front of the couch. The only sounds he made were weak whines, inhales and exhales that felt like they were dragging a sword through his midsection with each contraction.

After a few minutes, Chris realized that there is no way he’s going to make it to the party tonight. Even if he could somehow make it there, there’s no way he can have fun tonight. He couldn’t even think of an excuse to give Sean either. He can’t tell him that he got totally destroyed by both his little siblings within a few minutes of each other. 

Anyways, excuses didn’t matter to him on the floor. Nothing really mattered to Chris on the floor, except for comforting his abused, seventeen-year old nads, tears and all. 

Mom didn’t come by and see him in that state, which Chris thought was a small victory. Once he recovered enough, he slowly made it to his and Alex’s room. Alex was playing his game when Chris walked in.

Alex looked up from his game and gave his brother his eyes. Chris kept his head down and carefully walked to his bed and gently lied down without saying anything. Alex took the silence with stride and continued playing his game.

Chris was facing away from his brother at first, but he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about what his brother did to him, and how uncool that was. He knows he wanted to just sleep it off and deal with it later, but with him playing his game right there, acting like nothing happened. Chris felt like he had to say something.

In a raspy voice, Chris broke the silence. “You know I’m going to get you back, right?”

“Oh, I’m so scared. You hit my balls, I’ll hit yours too bro.”

Chris groaned and flipped over, turning to face Alex in the middle of the room.

“You don’t hit your brother in the balls, asshole.”

“You had it coming, Chris. Fucking drop it.”

“I had it coming!?” Chris spat out as he lifted his head and projected towards his brother. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Alex?”

“Dude, you’re always telling people what to do and acting like you know it all. Get humbled dude, sit down and take it.” Alex spat at without thinking much, as he continued to play his game. He cursed then slammed his hand on the floor. “I died because of you, asshole. Fuck. Whatever.”

Chris couldn’t believe what his brother said, but sewed his mouth shut and boiled in his animosity. He was angry with Alex before this but tried to keep himself together and not start anything. He only spoke up because he felt he had to; he couldn’t focus on anything else. But now, after hearing what Alex said. Chris really had to buckle in and hold it tight, or else he might start something. And he’s nowhere near capable of starting something in the shape he’s in.

“I’m warning you though, bro.” Alex said as he turned his game off. He took off his shirt, and started to get ready to lie down. His young body was nowhere near as ripped as his brother’s, but as far as people his age go, he’s more than competitive. “Just take it and move on. I know your lying there, plotting your revenge. But-”

“I’m not plotting anything Alex! You’re just a fucking asshole, you don’t just grab your brother by the balls like that!”

“And you don’t just get to control everything, either! Live with it and move on.”

“You’re just scared that I’m going to make you cry again, like when you were younger.”

Alex sneered and stung as Chris reminded him of when they were younger. Chris would always scold Alex or force him to stop doing something. When they were younger, Alex would cry about it, especially when Chris was being cruel. Chris got better as they grew, and Alex doesn’t cry anymore, but those memories still struck Alex deep.

“I’m not a fucking kid anymore, asshole. You won’t make me cry.” Alex said staring into Chris’s eyes.

“Oh, you wanna bet!?” Chris asked. The two were staring at each other like two gladiators ready to duel to the death.

“You’re the one who cried today, you know that, right?”

“Fuck you. You’re just scared of crying in front of Mommy again.”

“I’m not, and you won’t make me. Not anymore.”

“Oh?” Chris said as he began to sit up. But, he instantly grunted and eased himself back down. One hand hasn’t left his jeans the entire time, and now the other was now comforting his stomach.

“Ha! Keep on trying to play big, bro. See where it gets you.”

“Screw you! If you didn’t go low, I’d beat you like I always do.”

“I’ll go even lower, if it means putting you in your fucking place, asshole!”

“Lower than grabbing my balls!?” Chris said as he rolled onto the edge of the bed, and sat up, facing his defiant brother. Alex was just a few feet away and inched closer as he returned his comment.

“As low as I can, if you make me. Just leave it, bro.”

“Fuck you, Alex! I’m your older brother, and you should respect me!” Chris commanded, gripping his fist over the edge of the bed.

The two were fuming, far worse than they normally do. Chris was in heated agony, hating every second of it but knowing that he can’t let Alex get away with this. He deserves respect and Alex needs to understand that.

Alex laughed and shook his head.

“Respect this, bitch.”

And Alex threw his open palm out, and slapped Chris across his face. The slap was loud and utterly disrespectful. Chris’s cheek was burning with resentment and he used it to fuel him, as he jumped out towards his younger brother once again.

Alex knew that Chris wouldn’t be able to control himself once he slapped him, so he was ready to step back once Chris jumped off the bed. What Alex didn’t expect, was for Chris to fall as he jumped forward.

Chris hit the floor with a thud and grunt, his legs not ready to support his unbridled rage in his current state. He groaned and pushed to stand up, feeling embarrassed that Alex, who’s arrogantly trying to upstage him, saw him fall down under his own accord.

Without even looking up or hearing anything, Chris spat out, “Shut the fuck up,” as he shook under his own weight. He was able to set a foot down and hold his forearm right over his crotch, with the other holding him up. Alex sighed and shook his head.

“Just get back on the bed, bro. Drop it.”

“Fuck you!” Chris spat as he looked up at Alex. He saw his younger brother looking at him with a remarkable sense of pity. He couldn’t stand it. It infuriated him to no end, and his face wasn’t hiding it either.

Alex could see that his brother wasn’t going to give in and almost felt resigned to his job of humbler. Unlike before, he genuinely wanted his brother to stay down.

“Come on, it’s not worth it. Don’t make me do a-”

“Shut up! You’re so disrespectful!” Chris spat as he faced the floor and grit his teeth. He was gathering his strength and was not going to let this go anymore.

Alex waited for Chris to say something more, but he didn’t say anything else. Chris wobbled as he tried to erect himself, but not being able to get past hunching over. This was taking a lot out of him, and Alex could see the strain on Chris’s face. He looked down and saw his brother’s strong body tensing, and the bulge in his jeans being left unattended, with only his arm over, pressing down gently, making it look even bigger than it already is. His manhood was obvious, but Alex looked up before Chris could tell he was staring.

“I want you to apologize to me, Alex.” Chris said, breathing heavily and furrowing his brows as he started to look up.

Alex had sympathy for his brother, but he wasn’t going to stand there and take it anymore. Not when he could stand up and take control when it matters.

“Bro, I’m gonna give you one last chance to sit back down. Just let this go.”

Chris twitched as he felt his brother’s disrespect smack him across the face for a second time. This time, metaphorical, and feeling far more inescapable and unrelenting. He felt that disrespect dig in deep inside his being and he couldn’t look past it. It made him take a step back and exhale with quenching authority. He was too angry to say or do anything.

Alex waited for Chris to respond. He didn’t want to have to do this, but judging from Chris’s expression and body language, he wasn’t ready to sit down. Even after these warnings and trying to be better.

Alex shook his head and started to feel that Chris really deserved this. He began to lose his pity, and Chris could read the see in his brother’s face. How dare he look at me like that? How can he be smiling now?

“You’re going to fucking get it now.” Chris seethed through his teeth, as he clenched his fists and progressed towards Alex. Alex, with lucky-going arrogance, happy to feel comfortable humbling his big, arrogant and deserving brother. 

Alex took a step towards Chris as he got closer and reared his fist back, causing Chris to throw his hands up and react to that. But, Alex did not intend to punch his brother. As he stepped forward, he prepped his other leg and after he pulled his fist in, he swung it up and used it as extra force to catapult his leg up with all it could muster. It became clear that Alex’s focus was Chris’s bulge all along as his bare foot was destined to slam between Chris’s legs.

Chris noticed it too late, and his heart sunk as he saw his brother’s foot sailing upwards. He knew he should’ve expected it, but he was blinded by anger and pride. Time moved slow enough for the confident, healthy high-school senior to regret every decision he’s made as he watched Alex’s foot get closer and closer to its destination. But even still, Chris couldn’t block it or get out of the way. He was frozen in place, achingly awaiting for his time to come.

Alex’s foot lifted Chris’s heavy, suspended manhood and slammed it all up into his strong body. Chris’s tight jeans did not let his balls escape the impact, and held them in place as the foot burrowed its way up, like it were trying to send Chris’s hefty, swollen eggs up to where they once descended from. But, they were far too large to fit back inside Chris. Instead, they just compressed between his younger brother’s authoritative foot and his own terror-stricken body.

When Chris felt his brother’s foot make contact with the bottom of his sack, he felt that this was going to be worse than anything he’s ever known before. That moment of pure realization was so clear that the only thing he thought when he felt the contact was I’m never going to forget this. 

After that split-second of impact, when he felt Alex’s foot push further in, the shock and sheer intensity became more than he could handle. It completely rendered Chris useless and his legs instantly fell out from underneath him, unable to hold it all together anymore.

Alex couldn’t even pull his foot back before his brother collapsed to the floor, in a heap of aimless muscles and intentions. As he looked down at Chris, his mouth open in sheer shock and his eyes rolled back, eyelashes fluttering erratically. His hands were underneath his jeans, but they weren’t even holding anything. They were just there, open and twitching between his somewhat spread legs. Chris looked like he’s seen a ghost, and all the color left his face. He gasped in and then gurgled as his head leaned in and he looked like he would be sick as his lips puckered in reaching nausea. 

Chris then, wheezed and painfully dry-heaved as he lied on the floor, motionless outside of his vibrating lips and occasionally contracting body. Alex watched, but still felt like there was just one more thing to be done. His brother was finished, but he needed to stamp himself in for good. He needed to make sure Chris wouldn’t forget this and would learn something important.

Alex bent over and rolled Chris onto his back. Chris didn’t contest, but Alex could tell that Chris was distressed by this through his facial expression and low groan.

“Sorry bro, but I gotta do it to you. I told you, but you didn’t listen. You never listen.”

Alex zippered down Chris’s jeans, and pulled them lower. He saw his big brother’s package outlined in his briefs and was in awe at what he saw. Alex has seen Chris in his underwear a bunch of times, but sometimes he really feels impressed with how well-endowed he is. But, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Chris like this.

Chris’s balls were outlined, and genuinely looked like solid eggs pressed in tightly into his briefs, and but his dick was straight up, hard and even a bit soaked at the tip. It almost slapped Alex’s chin as he pulled his brother’s jeans off.

“Holy shit, bro. How are you hard…” Alex asked aloud. Not only was he in awe that he was hard, but he was in awe at how big and thick he actually was. Alex doesn’t think he’s ever actually seen his brother fully erect like this, and he couldn’t help but stare at the large, thick piece of meat that’s pointing up at something that Alex couldn’t understand.

Alex has been kinda jealous of Chris for his size, but he would never admit it. And now staring at his package in its full, peak form. Alex felt that jealousy again, but also knew that it’s exactly why Chris is in such a bad place. Alex began to feel grateful for much in the moment. 

Chris was too disoriented to understand what was happening. He made thoughtless mumbles, muttering words that floated aimless in his mind like “balls…” and “my sack…”, “no…”, “please”, and “stop…”, but his body was still working without him. He had his body looking forward to hanging out later tonight and hoped that he would get lucky. He’s been looking forward to getting lucky for a while and was sure this would be his night. He hoped it would be Sean that did him in, however.

Alex continued to pull down Chris’s tight jeans, and did so without much struggle, but with some trouble. The jeans were quite tight, but thankfully the sweat on Chris’s legs were able to make lube it up a bit, making the pull off a bit easier.

Alex threw the jeans to the side, then stood up and stared down at his brother. The pain Chris was experiencing was unmistakable, but there was still one more thing to be done. Alex bent over to pick up Chris’s leg by the ankles and stared down at the jewels.

Chris was wet with sweat, glistening and his strong body looked like everything it’s supposed to be. Alex didn’t remember the last time he appreciated how well made his brother is, but he did in that moment. Looking over his bordering unconscious frame, totally vulnerable and unable to fend for itself, Alex knew that his brother was a prize. He just wished he didn’t have to do this to him.

Alex looked down at Chris’s bulge, seeing his cock standing straight up, and even a bit of wet at the tip. He knows what that is but tried not to think about it. Instead, he focused on where that wetness came from. The two round lumps that sat beneath that hose, which sat delicately and sorely on the floor. Alex pushed on Chris’s legs a bit more, tightening the hold his briefs have on those orbs, and then breathed out.

“Sorry, bro. I hope you hear me. I love you, but this is for your own good.”

And with that, Alex raised his foot and threw it down, with the ball of his foot going down first, intentionally steering clear of Chris’s fully erect and leaking member. Alex’s foot slammed into his brother’s two globes hard, and they compressed helplessly under the pressure. The orbs tried to roll away in their sack but had nowhere to go.

Alex noticed how this time, he could feel Chris’s balls far more distinctly, and the fleshiness of them made his skin crawl with the contact. But even still, he knew he had to continue to push down, for Chris’s own good.

Chris had no concept of the word good as he felt his balls get smashed one more time tonight. He screamed out a breathless scream, his eyes shut but bulging as the pain skyrocketed past whatever undefinable mountain it was last seen on. He felt his entire body scream, and he could hear nothing outside of the pulsing agony his insides were crying about.

But even through this, his erect member twitched and exploded out, drenching his underwear and leaking down onto his brother’s toes as they were stuck in, planted over Chris’s firm, swollen balls. Alex shrieked out and pulled his foot back as he felt it and sensed himself grow sick at the contact and realization.

“Oh my God, bro. You’re fucking disgusting, holy shit…” Alex gagged as he looked away and curled over on his feet. He shook and tried to displace all that nastiness that he just felt.

He turned back hesitantly and saw that his brother was no longer frozen in agony. His hands were covering his balls, his neck was pulled and straining, veins popping out, and his legs were gracelessly paddling. He watched his brother react, roll back and forth, breath heavily and thoughtlessly under the painful control of a fierce humbling.

Chris’s body settled on it’s side as his eyes opened and mouth gagged out, retching like he would throw up everything that was just stomped in. But, instead he just lied his body down with his mouth wide open. Alex saw drool leaking out of his mouth and soon realized that that was it. After all of that, Chris’s body finally gave in and let the poor senior pass out.

Alex sighed and shook his head. He knew he couldn’t leave him there on the floor like that. Especially not after doing that to him. It’s the least he could do.

Carefully, he walked over and pulled Chris’s arm over his neck and tried to lift him up. But, Chris was a lot heavier than Alex thought, and could barely lift him up at all. Instead, Alex pulled Chris’s pillow off the bed, and put it under his head. Then, he took his blanket and draped it over him. He felt that was alright. Not perfect, but he definitely tried.  

Alex turned back to his bed and realized how tired he felt. He sat down on his bed, then put his head down and let out a long yawn before curling under his covers and closing his eyes, in anticipation of a peaceful, rewarding sleep that he feels he very much deserves. He thought about how Chris would probably be a lot nicer after this. And if he’s not, then Alex knows exactly how to try to get through to him again.