Ryan and Corbin Part Two: Power Relations

Hey Guys! Sorry I haven't posted more during these times. I've been pretty stressed out and had a lot to think about. I'm not sure how much I'll be posting here, but I really do want to. I hope you guys enjoy, and don't forget to share some love with those you care about :)

Part One: Learning and Kicking

It’s been a few days after the incident with Ryan and Corbin, and nothing really has changed between them on the surface. However, Corbin’s made it a point to stay out of Ryan’s way, out of fear of getting more hits below the belt. He wasn’t sure if he trusted Ryan to keep his end of the bargain. Plus, it’s actually kinda peaceful when he stays away from Ryan. He wasn't sure why he picked on him so much before.

Corbin thought about this in the shower, and also wondered why the hell his brother that hit him in the nuts like that? 

Each time Ryan kicked him there, it was with the intention to neuter him! His own brother! Does he not care about the family jewels!? 

Ryan legitimately held nothing back and didn't even hesitate, actively trying to only break his brother's balls. It was so sudden and excessive. He doesn't understand why Ryan did it either. Corbin knows he hasn't been the best brother ever, but Ryan totally crossed the line, and overlapped it 3 times over.


Thinking about it made Corbin's balls hurt, and he nursed them as he was under the warm drizzling of the misty shower. The pain wasn't as bad as it was before, but he would have killed himself if it was still feeling as bad as he felt that night. He could barely breath for such a long time afterwards, the pain spread throughout and somehow even past his body. The first kick was really bad, but the second set of abuses was something entirely different. It was the worst and most intense thing he ever felt, and he even after he talked to his brother and made it to the couch, the pain was still nauseating. Every time he shifted on the couch, a shock wave of pain pulsed from his sore testicles and convinced him that he's going to be sick soon. But, even after he fell asleep, waking up the next day wasn't all better. He couldn't walk properly for the rest of the day, and spent most of it in his bed.  

And now of course, Corbin doesn't want to feel anything like that ever again. Understandably, he doesn't trust Ryan to keep his end of the bargain. Ryan did not seem to get it at all. You just don't hit a dude in the balls like that, especially your own brother. But even still, Ryan had to be begged to not do it again. 

Not to mention, he doesn't understand why Ryan did it still! He just started kicking him in the balls, like a flip switched inside his young little head. 

And now, he told that immature, awful little kid that he can hang out with him and Jesse when he comes over. Corbin tried hard to stop thinking about all the ball pain and weird stuff that thinking about brother came with, and instead just tried to think about Jesse. Without, his brother around. Although most of his friends have drifted to different groups, Jesse always stood around him. And now that the two of them are spending more time together without the boys around, things have been feeling different. He always liked Jesse and thought well of him, but things have started to feel more serious recently. Jesse's been more physical, which has made Corbin feel very warm and excited. Although they've always hanged out, even here, things haven't really felt serious until the last week or so. 

Naturally, this led Corbin's hormone driven teenage body towards rubbing out a good one in the shower. He hasn't been able to rub one out in the past few days without hurting downstairs, but now thankfully, he can do it mostly comfortably. He was too pent up to go any longer, anyways. 

After Corbin worked his impressive member enough, it exploded and let loose the contents of his young and no longer bruised sack. Corbin finished washing up, rubbing his hands over himself and making sure everything was given attention to, and then turned the shower off. Corbin grabbed his towel and started to dry off before getting out of the shower, hearing the sound of a door slamming not too far from him. Corbin didn't cares, he was already looking forward to heading back to his room and take his ritualized rejuvenating nap after a mid-day shower. He always feels so much better after waking up. 

Corbin left the bathroom and quickly walked to his room, still quite wet and dripping with a towel wrapped around his legs. Without wasted movement, got to his room and closed the door. He ran the towel over himself, up to his hair and shook it around a bit. Then, he threw the towel to the wayside and pulled out a nice, tight and snug pair of briefs. He slid them over his wet legs, pulled them up and adjusted to accent his ample package, with his recently expunged balls clearly defined under his soft, healthy hose. He wasn't showing off for anyone under the covers, but he likes to feel good about himself. 

Corbin threw himself onto the bed, lied under the blanket, still a bit wet, and closed his eyes as he adjusted himself a little bit more downstairs. Corbin was soon ready to go into this nap, and felt his body sink in with the bed, and felt himself drift off. 




Ryan was walking by, and heard his big brother taking a shower. He stopped to remember how his big brother looked when he saw him drying off after a shower earlier and remembered how big he looked then. They're way bigger than Ryan's was now, and way bigger than he remembers Corbin being when he last saw them. Ryan thought about how Corbin must be in there right now, his dick and balls swinging around freely and wet between his legs. How does it feel to have such them be so big? Is it harder to walk and move? Does it being wet make them heavier? Ryan didn’t understand why, but wanted to see his brother like that again. Especially wet. It was weird to see his big brother look like such an adult, and him being in a shower made it more appealing. 

Ryan then thought about when he kicked Corbin in the balls, and realized that doing that felt really cool to him! Even when he was mad at Corbin, kicking him in the nuts made him feel better. 

Not only was Corbin's reaction really funny and memorable, but there was something more to it that Ryan didn't understand. Like, how it makes him feel to think about how Corbin's nuts felt over his foot. It was all Ryan could think about, they felt like the best, warm play-doh with a solid, firm prize in the middle! And Ryan always used to love play-doh when he was younger, was always molding it and feeling it under his skin. The feeling of his brother's sack reminded him of that, with even more cool things going on and he wanted to have more fun with it! 

Plus, Ryan realized that when Corbin gets hit in the nuts, it makes him weaker and not fight with Ryan anymore. He even got told he could hang out with Jesse, just to stop hitting him in the nuts! All he had to do, was not hit Corbin. He came a long way from begging Corbin to stop being mean to him.

Then, Ryan realized that he told Corbin that he won’t hit him there again. Corbin seemed pretty serious about it too. And, Ryan does really want to hang out with Jesse when he comes over... he thought Jesse was always super cool! His other friends were bigger jerks, like Corbin. But Jesse was always nice and fun!

Ryan knows he said he wasn't going to hit his big brother there anymore, but couldn't help but think about how Corbin reacted when he hits him there. Corbin was totally floored! He made really weird noises and his face looked so weird and easy to laugh at! Not only is it funny, but it felt like that if you just hit Corbin down there, he'd give you anything you wanted. Ryan thought that it had to be really painful for Corbin to do that, but Ryan just couldn’t make the full connection. Ryan hasn’t experienced it yet, he can’t possibly understand it, no matter how much he thinks about it.

So, although Ryan did know he made a promise to his big brother, Ryan knew that he didn’t have to follow through with it. Ryan has this over his big brother, and every time it’s happened, Corbin was totally helpless to anything Ryan wanted. So, why not do it again?

Ryan stood in front of the bathroom, as the shower was running and put his hands on the door. He rest his ear on the door next, hearing the muffled sound of the shower head on full, hot blast, and thought about how he wanted to do this. The warm sounds fueled Ryan’s dreams, helping his imagination run wild and make up the next steps. He could just sit outside the door and wait for Corbin to come out, then WHAM! smack him right between his legs.

Or, he could hide in Corbin’s room and wait to strike.

Then, Ryan wondered how he should get his brother. Should he kick him again? Or should he use his hand this time. Or, maybe it would be funnier to throw something! The idea made Ryan laugh, but he knows that he’s a bad throw. He’d miss, and it would make his brother angry.

Ryan knew that he had to make sure he got his brother dead on or Corbin would get really mad at him. He knows it's the nuts that hurt. Ryan has to make sure that he makes direct contact with his big brother's nuts directly. Ryan's pretty sure those orbs in the middle are what hurt the most. 

The shower turned off and Ryan gasped in panic. It felt like his brother would be able to hear his thoughts now that the shower’s turned off. Ryan ran to his room, and slammed the door. Ryan decided to give it more thought.

Ryan wasn’t sure how to do this, but it was exciting to think about! Ryan thought about all the movies and shows he saw a good nut shot in, and wondered if he could pull any of them off. But, Ryan knows he wouldn’t be able to. Corbin would be too suspecting, as they all need him to be in a certain situation, and Corbin’s been on defense around him recently. There’s no way he’ll get a clear shot like they get in the movies.

That’s when Ryan realized, that he’ll need to get Corbin when he’s not expecting it. That means that Corbin will need to be doing something else. Ryan thought that the best time to do this, is when Corbin takes a nap. Corbin normally takes naps after he gets out of the shower! Ryan also knows that Corbin is a really heavy sleeper, which is why he's so late to school sometimes. Ryan shook and laughed in excitement, as he realized that he figured it out!

Ryan had to do his best and wait until he knows Corbin would be sleeping for his nap. Ryan couldn't wait to go see if the time was right. 

After a few minutes of excitement, trying his best to be all sneaky like, the young explorer tiptoed to his brother’s room and slowly pushed on the door. Ryan clenched when the door creaked. He didn’t move, and waited to see if his brother would say something. But, there was no further sound, and Ryan pushed his head over the edge of the door and looked inside.

Corbin was lying in his bed, the blanket half on him, the other half sprawled on the bed. The wet towel that was used was sprawled on the floor, and Ryan could see small puddles of water leading to the bed.  

Ryan followed the trail of puddles, and saw that his brother’s eyes were closed, and he looked to be comfortably napping. The bed and his brother looked wet, including his hair, which was glistening with water, his curls still taking shape. His left arm was above his head, flexing his muscles naturally, and his left leg was partially out of the blanket, bent at the knee. Ryan knew that this was perfect. His big brother was all spread out, and all he had to do was move the blanket, and he would be able to make out the targets perfectly.

Ryan walked over slowly, making sure not to make any noises that might wake up Corbin. He knows that Corbin's a heavy sleeper, but if Corbin wakes up here, all will be lost.

Ryan got to his brother’s bed and carefully climbed on. He knows this was dangerous, but he knew he could do it if he was super careful. The bed and blanket was wet, but Ryan didn't care. He didn’t take his eyes off his brother and made every movement as minimal and silent as possible. Slowly, he pulled up on the blanket. He peeled it off his brother, and Ryan almost couldn’t contain himself. He was trying to be so stiff, make sure he made no accidental movements that could ruin this. Then, he looked down at his brother, and something came over him.

His brother was in just his briefs. Ryan’s seen Corbin around without a shirt on, and even his underwear a couple times, but this was different. Not only was Corbin still wet from the shower, which made everything stand out a bit more, but Corbin was so mindless as he lied there. His brother’s abs and chest were lean, but looked so strong as they slowly rose and sunk as he drew each breath. The hair growing down his abs was wet, flat against his washboard abs, leading towards the large pouch between his legs. 

With Corbin being wet, it accentuated the outline of the two eggs he had lying against his leg. Ryan swears they look even bigger now than they did before!  Even his dick looked bigger, pushing against the fabric of the soft cotton. It looked so complete and mature. Ryan couldn’t believe that his brother looked like this. His own brother. An adult.

Ryan looked back up at his brother’s face, and saw him softly shifting, his face a blank expression of unawareness, but a soft, closed smile was clear on his face. Ryan remembered when he and Corbin shared the same room, and how often he saw Corbin sleeping like this. Although it’s been years, Ryan could still see the youth from all the way back then, in Corbin’s face right now. It was strange and comforting. 

Ryan was undergoing a large amount of conflicting emotions as he stared down at his growing brother’s, vulnerable, sleeping frame.

Then, Corbin made a noise, and shifted his legs and body. Ryan felt his brother’s leg effortlessly push against his, and Ryan felt his stomach drop. He saw his brother’s eyes pull open.

Drearily, Corbin rubbed his eye and his mouth began to shift. “Ryan? What the fuck-”

Once Ryan heard Corbin say his name, he was snapped out of his fixation, and quickly responded in the most natural way he could. Ryan looked down and dropped himself knee first, aiming for the two oval's that were snug in his brother' underwear, hoping that they would break his fall with the bed beneath.

The next thing Corbin knew, he felt something in his way. He opened his eyes as he was on his back, and saw two wide, acorn eyes staring right at him. He recognized his brother's short hair and strangely intense face within moments and had no idea what was going on. 

"Ryan? What the fuck-"

Corbin was barely awake when he spoke and even as he saw his brother drop down in front of him. But when he felt something simultaneously slam and pierce into the soft, recently emptied sack that held his testicles, he suddenly sprung frighteningly awake. 

Corbin’s blue eyes shot from dreary to wide and tight to heavy in an instant. Corbin's body contracted, mouth shutting and mind collapsing in response to the developing situation on his testicles. Corbin's legs pulled up, his body lurched and his hands desperately tried to push in close as a helpless, weak guttural gush of breath escaped his vibrating mouth. 

Ryan couldn't help but laugh at the funny noise and face Corbin made as he felt his knee crush his big brother's balls. It was so perfect, again! Keeping his knee down, he dragged his knee away from the center of Corbin's sack, flattening, pressing and pulling the orbs as his bony knee retreated. Ryan loved the feeling under his knee and thought it was really cool to feel his brother's orbs roll underneath his knee like that.  

Thankfully, this gave the shocked sixteen year old the opportunity to curl and protect the family jewels from anymore abuse. But the damage was done. Corbin was only in his briefs, as his fit, growingly agonized and strained body began gracelessly writhing and groaning as his swelling eggs screamed in the palms of his hand.

More than just screaming, it felt his balls were emitting this intense, nauseating, metallic substance that continued to ripple from his nuts with each growing moment. It grew higher and faster by the moment, and continued to grow as it overwhelmed Corbin's poor body, which was peacefully asleep just moments ago.

Ryan watched with spectacular curiosity, as Corbin curled up and made what sounded like animal noises as he frantically clutched his balls. It was so cool watching his big brother shift and push into the bed, like he was doing some stupid dance! In his underwear no less! How hilarious! It was made even better with the choked, weird noises he was making. It was all too much, Ryan couldn't help but laugh and love.

As Corbin curled on his knees and pulled his head in, Ryan's attention fell on his brother’s bulge between his legs. Even as Corbin covered it with a hand, Ryan's eyes kept on it and investigated as Corbin shifted and moaned, clutching his package desperately. But, Ryan saw that Corbin wasn’t completely protecting the goods! There was some space sticking some peeking through the side, as Corbin hand was pressing firmly against his nuts. His hand was leaning to one side and there was something pressing out between his brother's fingers and his thigh. Ryan couldn’t help himself, knowing exactly what he was looking at, and didn't want to lose the chance. Quickly, like it were a knife, Ryan stuck out his index finger and jabbed it into the soft, yielding vulnerability that Corbin wasn't protecting. 

Ryan felt his finger dig in, his finger stabbing into the fleshy sack until it met resistance from a solid orb in his brother's sack. 

Corbin reacted immediately, as if Ryan just slammed a button that Corbin was built to react to. The young, helpless teenager shrieked out and fell forward, curling further and painfully covering his manhood completely. His eyebrows were furrowed and wide, mouth open with fear of a pain that he can't control. The pain rose and rolled his eyes as he looked sick, choking on something that squeaked in his throat.

“Ha! What’s that noise, bro!?” Ryan laughed, as he got off of his brother’s bed, giving his brother some space.

Corbin didn’t respond, only able to think about the trauma he's undergoing. Shifting and writhing on his bed, face a mask of scared and scarred agony. 

Ryan wondered if Corbin even heard him. Not that it mattered all that much, it was still amusing to Ryan for a few more moments. It wasn’t as funny as the first time, but it somehow felt better this time.

“That was so dope, Corbin!” Ryan said, not sure what else to say. He was boredly twisting around, watching his brother, who was now flat on the bed. The pained, tortured young man moved only when he let out a dry, wheeze, which caused him to lurch like he was going to hurl, or in reaction to a sharp moan he let out occasionally, which shifted his strong but helpless frame.  

“Corbin?” Ryan asked again.

“Get. Out.” Corbin seethed out, just loud enough for Ryan to hear.

“Why? It’s funny!” Ryan laughed lightly, somewhat uncertain anymore.

Ryan heard nothing back, and realized he should probably get out. But, he still had more to say.

“If you don’t let me hang out with you and Jessie, I’m just going to hit your balls even harder!” Ryan said, as he left the room. He slammed the door, and went to his room and locked the door. He felt that made his point.

Ryan was mad at his brother. Corbin didn’t react the way he wanted him to at the end, and Ryan could feel that his brother was annoyed. He thought he might not let him hang out with Jesse, and that would be really uncool. He really likes Jesse, and Jesse is always friendly with him. Way more friendly than Corbin, that’s for sure!

Ryan thought about this some more, but realized that Corbin can’t actually not let him hang out with them if they’re at the house. Plus, he was sure he’d be able to make Corbin let him stay, even if Corbin was going to be a jerk about it. He'd just have to hit him in the balls again!


As Corbin continued to lie on his bed, his emotions changed. At first, he was terrified of the doom he was experiencing and was in total distress. Then, that fear morphed into this fire, lit by seething in ball pain. A fire that fucking hated that Ryan did this to him again. He didn't even ask himself why Ryan did this to him, it didn't matter. Waking him up from his nap just to break his fucking balls again. Corbin couldn't even remember how good it was to not be in pain before. He was just able to jack off again, and now this happened. 

Corbin was feeling an overwhelming amount of agony and anger, and suddenly pushed himself up and made his way to his brother's room. Still in just his briefs, Corbin banged on the closed door, and then banged again

When Ryan opened, Corbin didn't see his brother standing there in a pair of shorts and an innocently fun graphic tee. He saw an annoying, asshole of a kid who needs to learn to stop hitting people in their fucking balls. 

Corbin jumped in and grabbed Ryan by his throat, pulling him into the door he just opened until it slammed against the wall behind it. Corbin pushed in harder and choked his brother, causing Ryan to gag under his bigger brother’s clench. The young, happy-go-lucky, thin face of his little brother was suddenly frantic and terrified. 

“I told you not to hit me in the balls again!” Corbin yelled, tightening his grip and clutching his other fist. Ryan was squirming under Corbin's hand and was in too much shock to try and do anything else but stare at his brother helplessly, wide and shaking.

“You think it’s funny!? Huh!? You think it’s funny when you hit me in the nuts!?”

Corbin reared back low, and sent a screaming power-uppercut, aimed at his brother’s shorts. The punch hit flush, and Corbin felt his fist slam between Ryan's legs, banging into his beady nuts and introducing his brother to a uniquely male experience, for the first time.

Ryan didn't even mean to react, his legs just curled up automatically. He was only being held by his throat, before a leg found the floor again. The leg stammered and danced as Ryan grew more and more terrified at not being able to breathe or find his footing. And within a moment, the pain started to erupt from inside Ryan's body and it crossed his eyes and caused his heart to race. 

Even as Ryan stammered, not able to push out a coherent sound through his closing windpipe, Corbin reared his fist back and slammed it into Ryan's groin again, hitting just as squarely and with just as much anger. The pain multiplied inside Ryan and his eyes rolled back. Before he could pull his hands in, Corbin got one more direct punch in. 

Even after his hands mercifully curled over his screaming nuts, Corbin kept on punching Ryan's balls. Corbin was in a fury and only wanted to punch Ryan in his fucking balls until he threw up and realized how badly it hurts to get hit in the balls.

After some more punches, Corbin's hand started to hurt, and some of his anger had dissipated. He started to think that Ryan had enough too, so he let go of Ryan's throat and let his little brother drop to the floor. 

Ryan instantly curled up and gasped harshly, finally not having something blocking his throat. Ryan’s eyes were filled by the tears that were flowing because of the pain that was pushing out everywhere, ripping through his midsection and reaching up and choking him from the inside. On top of his skinny throat still being so sore from being literally choked, Ryan was having horrible trouble breathing, which made the pain feel so much more crippling.

Corbin watched his brother gag and flop on the floor, and Corbin thought it was justified. But even still, he felt sick looking at his brother and understood how bad it feels. Maybe now, Ryan will also understand how terrible this pain is.

“Not so funny now is it, you fucking bitch! Stop touching my fucking balls!” Corbin roared out in his briefs, rushing out his emotions as he stood tall over his writhing little brother. 

Corbin rushed away and bee-lined to his door, and slammed it shut. Leaving a terribly incapacitated young Ryan, writhing in his own doorway. Corbin started to hear some strained cries before he put in his air pods and closed his eyes as he sat back flat on the bed. Then, he grunted out, curled over and lied sideways on his bed. His arms were crossed and low, and his mouth was in steady breaths.

Ryan was much less controlled, as he experienced this trauma for the first time. Not only was this an incredibly overwhelming experience, getting punched there constantly, but it was so sudden, and he was being choked so hard before those fists even slammed into his young spuds. He never really expected to have to protect them like he had to. That’s because he never, ever expected it to feel the way it does. It was absolutely disgusting and undeniable. Brutal is less than an understatement, it wasn’t even a thought. Ryan did not find this funny at all.

After at least 5 minutes, Ryan was able to consider more in his world than his tender nuts. He shook as he looked around, but was able to crawl out of the doorway and push the door in slowly. Ryan locked it, then curled up and cried against the door.

It was awhile before the 12 year old boy was able to get up and get to his bed and try to sleep on his bed. But, it was incredibly difficult to live in the state he was in. Ryan hated how it felt. But it also made him realize, that this really hurts. Really badly. And he understood why Corbin acted like he did after he hit him there. 

But, even with that, Ryan hated how this pain can hit him too. He loved that he had this over his older brother, but that’s gone now. He knows that Corbin can get Ryan whenever, and he can’t be safe.

That really made Ryan angry. Ryan slammed his fist on the bed and screamed into his closed mouth with intensity, and curled back up, huffing and puffing in a curled up ball. The pain and frustration was whirling around inside him, and it made Ryan feel dizzy.

Ryan hated being younger and not being able to fight back against Corbin. Ryan remembered how Corbin looked when he took off the blanket, and how adult he looked. Ryan wasn’t as big yet, and he felt so much smaller. Weaker, and always incapable of really out powering him.

But maybe, Ryan thought.

Ryan remembered how much bigger Corbin’s balls were. That could maybe give him an advantage? Maybe because they’re so much bigger, they’ll be easier to hit and they might even hurt more.

Plus, as long as Ryan always goes for Corbin’s balls first, Ryan will never get his balls bashed in. Ryan just has to be quicker.

But, Ryan couldn't be quick right now, and didn't want to think about getting hit in the balls right now. They made him sick, and he felt like he really had to rest. Ryan wanted to stay in bed for the rest of the day, and only get up when necessary. Like, when painstakingly having to use the bathroom, or get food to bring upstairs.

When Ryan was gathering some food that he knows can sit well in his stomach, he heard footsteps approaching from upstairs. He thought it was mom or dad, and he was worried that they’d figure out something was wrong with him. It would’ve been embarrassing, and annoying. No one wants to get their parents involved.

But, it was just Corbin. Ryan grimaced but looked away in humiliation.

“What? Don’t like your own medicine, dickwad?”

Ryan said nothing, but tried to get his food and so he can get out. Corbin laughed and pushed Ryan, causing him to stumble to a knee and wince as he curled over lightly. Ryan whined weakly, and Corbin enjoyed the power.  

“Ha! You’re right, it is pretty funny. Also, there’s no way in hell you’re going to be around when Jesse comes over. You broke the pact, asswipe.”

Ryan just glared, but still just wanting to get food and leave, once he can get up off his knee. 

“D'ya heard me, di-”

“Leave me alone, Corbin.”

“Or what? What are you gonna do?”

Ryan glared up from his knee at his brother, his head at crotch height. Corbin now has on a soft pair of basketball shorts, and Ryan could just see the mound where Corbin’s manhood lied, before Corbin grabbed onto it and rubbed it, because it mattered.

“You’re not going to touch these anymore either, fucker! You know I’ll get you way fucking worse. I always have, so be a good little shitstain, and fuck. Off!” Corbin spat as he pushed the hand that held his bulging manhood, into Ryan’s face, pushing him towards the floor. Ryan fell back, and kicked out but Corbin already had a hand low, and grabbed onto Ryan’s leg. Corbin held onto it, and stood dominant over Ryan, and Ryan knew it. Ryan didn’t try to fight anymore, and just lied helplessly as his bigger brother held onto his leg. Corbin looked down and laughed, knowing that Ryan wasn’t going to fight back, despite his face of pure rage.

“What? You’re bitching out on me, bitch?” Corbin taunted as he pulled on Ryan’s leg, which aggravated the younger teenager’s tenders. He tried to not move his hand over to his sore developing spuds, not wanting to actually hold his nuts in front of Corbin, thinking it might make him look weak. Maybe if he made Corbin think that he didn't care, he wouldn't use it against him. So, biting his tongue and holding himself tight, Ryan stared defiantly but noticeably weakly at Corbin.

“Come on, it shouldn’t hurt that bad. You still haven’t gone through puberty yet, bro. You don't have balls like me! And that’s why, if you touch my balls again, I’ll make sure you never go through puberty!” Corbin spat as he pulled on the leg again and kicked his foot out and slammed it into Ryan’s crotch and hit home once again. Ryan cried out and instantly felt his body explode as he tried to contract himself in defense.

Corbin let go of Ryan’s leg and heard it fall to the floor as Ryan lied on the floor with rapidly swelling eyes. Ryan tried hard not to cry, but the young brother was hurting way too much. He let out a defeated whimper and whined as he jolted weakly, letting his tears come out. 

“That was for earlier, bitch! Take that as a reminder. Don’t touch my balls, again! I mean it.” Corbin said clearly, making sure that Ryan heard him. Even though he was sniffling and coughing on the floor, with his hand pressed firmly against his soft shorts between his skinny young legs, Ryan heard his older brother’s threat and would’ve agreed to anything to stop the pain from doing this to his body.

The next thing Ryan knew, he was by himself in the kitchen and the floor was wet with his tears. Ryan slammed his hand against the floor and thought about how much he wanted to get Corbin back for this. He needed to make Corbin feel this terrible pain, and make sure he knows that he's not scared of the evil, terrible big brother Corbin. 

The next few days had this air of combat readiness. Corbin and Ryan stayed quiet and clear of each other, but with sideward glances and glib comments. They’d normally be more aggressive and confrontational, but both knew that the other was willing to drop a bomb at the first opportunity. Corbin felt that he might’ve went overboard with that last kick, and wanted to apologize but didn’t want to give Ryan anything more. He knows that Ryan needed to be taught a lesson and Corbin had to hold true right now. But, Corbin knows that the end of it hasn't passed, and he has to be ready at a moments notice. Corbin knows that he’s bigger and stronger, but that doesn’t mean that Ryan is small and weak. Plus, no matter how strong he is, Corbin knows that his balls are a weak point. He can’t push his luck. He’s still the reigning alpha, but he’s very much defeatable.

Ryan knew that this was true, and still dreamed about busting his big brother again all the time. Every time Ryan heard or saw his brother, he imagined a way that he could get revenge, and kick his brother in his junk and drop him like a heavy sack. But, Ryan knew that he can’t just do it without a thought out plan. Corbin always has a hand low, and his mean looking blue eyes were always following Ryan when they were near. If Ryan didn’t get the jump on Corbin, it would be a slaughter. Ryan is nowhere near as strong as his big brother yet. But, Ryan knows he just needs to attack at the right time.

Ryan thought about this all the time, both at home and at school. During lunch, Ryan mentioned to a friend how he and his brother have this war going on, and his friend found it amusing and strange.

“Me and my brother would never do something like that.”

“Really? You guys don’t fight, or anything?”

“No, we do. But, we both know that the nuts are off limits haha. If one of us gets it, the other knows that we’re going to get it back, and no one wants that. That shit hurts!”

Ryan laughed, and understood that point. It really hurt when Corbin did that to him. But, Ryan knows that he can’t just let it go. Ryan finally had something to use over Corbin, and he really enjoyed it. Ryan is not going to let Corbin take it away from him, just like he always does.

This conflicted with Ryan wanting to chill with Jesse when he comes over soon. He doesn't know when he's coming, but he knows he's coming soon. Jesse is really cool, and the only of Corbin’s friends that he actually likes. But, Corbin doesn’t want Ryan around at all when Jesse’s over. And Corbin really won’t want Ryan around when Jesse comes over if Ryan busts Corbin again before he comes over. Ryan thought maybe he should just sit there, and hope that Corbin won’t be such a jerk when the time comes. 

But, Ryan knows better. Corbin won't let him hang out with Jesse, he takes every opportunity to be a total jerk! Ryan has to get his kicks in before he gets kicked himself. He believes that if he kicks Corbin hard enough, Corbin won’t try to fight him anymore.

Soon, Ryan realized a plan when he heard his brother talking to Jesse on the phone. He heard that Jesse is coming over tomorrow! Ryan knew that the time to act is soon. He doesn’t know when Jesse is coming over after this. This has to be when he acts. 

Ryan quietly bided his time, waiting for a perfect moment to come for him to enact his plan. The later in the day it got, the more worried he got that he might lose the opportunity. It was night, and Ryan realized he might’ve waited too long. 

But, Ryan heard his opportunity at the last possible minute. He heard his brother’s door open in the night, and groggily make it down the stairs. Ryan carefully and quietly opened his door, and made his way downstairs hoping that this would be it. Their parents are home, and Ryan knows Corbin can’t be a total jerk with them being there. Especially with Jesse coming over tomorrow.

Ryan sneaked around the kitchen, and saw Corbin looking through the shelves for something. He was just wearing a skimpy pair of underwear and a white tee, as was busy yawning and rubbing his eyes. Ryan licked his lips and knew he had to make this work.

Ryan snuck around and entered the kitchen, inching closer to Corbin as he stood there with his hairy legs just a bit spread, looking at the cabinets with his tired eyes. Ryan was a few feet behind Corbin when he made a sudden movement that frightened Ryan! Ryan thought it was all over until he realized that Corbin was just moving his arm around to scratch his ass. A wave of relief ran over Ryan, glad that Corbin didn't turn around to see him crouching down some feet behind him. Ryan's plan isn't ruined yet.

Then suddenly, Corbin just raised his leg up and tried to climb up a bit, to see if there was anything in the higher cabinet’s for him to eat. This was as perfect as it could possible get for Ryan! His big brother’s legs were spread, Ryan could see Corbin’s balls pushing out in his tight underwear. It was perfect, and Ryan waited no longer. He walked up, tightened his fist and stood right behind Corbin as his back was turned.

Ryan put his tightened knuckle up under Corbin, and quickly slammed it up into his brother’s pouch with deadly force. Ryan felt his brother’s balloons morph under his little fist, feeling a dense orb as he pushed his fist in deeper. Ryan knew he hit where he wanted to. How could he not, with them outlined so clearly?

Corbin instantly shook, spat and reacted on contact, but once again, Ryan did not let up. Before Corbin fell back and pull his hands in to protect himself, Ryan pushed his fist through from the other side and slammed it into his brother’s bulge once again, but from the front. This time, his punch connected with Corbin’s left nut, and the tip of his dick.

Corbin yelped out this time, as the frightening shock turned into abrupt, undeniable agony. Corbin’s helpless frame collapsed, falling off the cabinet he was partially on and plopping to the floor with a loud thud. Ryan pulled back and held his hands over his mouth to stop his laughing. He saw Corbin flip and roll around in agony. Ryan saw Corbin's eyes find him, and Ryan reacted by jumping back as Corbin tried to attack him. But, Ryan was too fast and Corbin's attack was half-hearted. After the initial pull to attack his younger brother, the pain hit Corbin hard and exhausted the young man, resigning him to the floor. Corbin began groaning with a red face and both hands rubbing his young, once again sore manhood, as he rolled around on the cold floor uncomfortably.

“You fucking asshole! I’m so going to get you back…” Corbin whined with growing pain and weakness.

That’s when Ryan heard steps coming down the stairs. Ryan stepped back and thought quickly on the spot.

“Corbin, you’re so clumsy! How’d you manage to fall like that from the cabinet!?”

Ryan said just before his parent entered the room. His father saw Corbin on the floor, clutching his manhood, and hearing what Ryan just said, assumed that Corbin did this to himself. The father laughed lightly, but was too tired to care. He told Corbin to keep it quiet, everyone’s trying to sleep and be careful, then walked back upstairs.

“Yeah, Corbin. Be quiet and careful! Wouldn’t want any more accidents like this, huh?”

“I’m so getting you back for this, you bitch!” Corbin whined on the floor. Ryan laughed and held his crotch, a good distance away, knowing that Corbin is still dangerous. Corbin made a sudden movement towards Ryan, and Ryan knew he had to flee. He ran upstairs, not wanting to risk retaliation. It would ruin his plan.

Corbin lied back on the floor when he heard Ryan bolt up the stairs. Nauseous and exhausted, Corbin groaned and rolled around, gently massaging his boys. He can’t believe how obnoxious Ryan is. Why can’t he just leave Corbin alone? He’s always shoving his hand, foot and nose where it doesn’t belong, no matter how hard he pushes him away. And what’s with his obsession with his fucking balls? Why is it always his balls... it hurts so damn bad, it makes Corbin want to cry and die each time. Why does it hurt so bad to get hit in the balls? What a stupid thing, Corbin thought to himself. 

And of all days, it's the day before Jesse comes over. Corbin was really hoping he'd feel ready to go downstairs tomorrow. But if he's going to be hurting down there, he wasn't sure if he would happen. 

Corbin didn’t care to think about this at this anymore. He just wanted to crawl to his bed, curl up and let the next day come quicker, and that his balls will feel better.