Jack Tibbler (Edited): New Year's Eve, 1995 [Reposted]

 

Hey Guys! I posted this story awhile ago but took it down for one reason or the other, and felt bad that I did and wanted to make sure it's posted! Because it's really one of the best bb stories I've ever read and anyone who likes my stories deserves to read this one. 

 

Furthermore, I did add a short scene at the end when I first published it, as a homage of appreciation for what this story gave us. So, that end part is mine, but the rest is not mine.  

 

Also, this is my 100th post, so it felt fitting. Inspiration is what drives me (as do most of us I'm sure), so this calls for a celebration of some sort. 

 

More original stories will be coming soon. Until then, re-enjoy this non-original story! And if you've not read it yet, then please give it a go! I hope it inspires you like it did me :)

 


Hello friends. How long has it been now? Well over a year. It's time again to share another tale in the life of an average boy, living in an average, American suburbia wonderland. 

His name was Jack Tibbler, now the ripe age of eleven and nowhere near as adored as his older brother Andy, now fifteen. Though the two still had their differences, Andy had never bullied Jack like he used to. Not after what happened almost three years ago. 

Andy did what everyone had expected him to since then. Start off his first two years of high school dominating the athletics department, and Jack was going to enter junior high next year, doing what everyone thought he might do-- waste space. 

The boy, shaggy brown hair, lanky build, hardly gaining any height even just as puberty approached, was an avid movie fan. His dream, a well kept secret, was to become a movie critic. Other people wanted to be producers, screen writers. But not him. 

He wasn't as quiet a boy as he use to be, now a small yet simmering flare could be seen just past those brown hues. Maybe, just maybe... despite his inability to stand out in the crowd, he was beginning to grow a backbone. It crept up his body, giving him sort of hidden courage-- Or was that just downright nastiness that lay hidden behind his meager appearance? 

News Year Eve, 1995...

A young man, one Samuel Davids, seventeen, was attempting to dry hump his girlfriend behind the curtains of the ballroom in the largest museum in the city. It was a New Years Eve charity ball which his parents, Martha and Roger Davids, were throwing. One of the wealthiest families in the city, due mostly to the fact that Roger was the mayor-- they commanded the utmost respect, but did it in a sweet, but sappy fashion. 

Sam was fairly tall for a boy his age, dark brown hair which was shaved close to his head, an award winning smile and a lean, toned body. He was a jock in every since of the word, and Andy's idol. 

Sam reached a hand up under his girlfriends skirt, attempting to pinch at the crotch of her panties.

"Sam, stop that. I told you I'm not ready.. " She protested, slapping his hands away. He backed off, his raging hard on aching him something horrible. 

"Come on, Andrea. It's been four months now... I'm dying over here. I promised you I wouldn't masturbate, and I haven't... you promised me some puss-- "

"You can forget it tonight. Maybe tomorrow, jerk. " She said, storming off from behind the curtains.

Sam groaned quietly, eyes shutting as he reached down to massage his ample young bulge. Those black dress slacks accented it nicely... and it was true. He hadn't masturbated in four months, and his balls were starting to bother him. Itching a lot more, becoming more sensitive.

When he pulled at his briefs, the material rubbed against his scrotum. The young man couldn't help but shiver at the touch. He was really looking forward to getting into Andrea's panties tonight. 

Was he a jerk? Was he a loathsome, seventeen year old pig who thought his family ran the town? Yes.

Which was why Andy idolized him.

Sam stepped out from behind the curtains, just as a twenty something blonde, his fathers secretary, brushed past him. Her thick ass bumped against his raging crotch. Sam grumbled his frustration, wishing he could spit on his young dick and pork her right in between those cheeks, right then and there. Just like he did 3 months ago.  He just couldn't resist her, and anyone would want to get with the mayor's, hot-shot son. 

But truthfully, anything would have done right now for Sam. Even the jello mold. He was growing aggravated and almost left to the Men's room to jerk it for the first time in three months. But, his father came out of the nowhere, clapped him on the back and pulled him in for some publicity photos.


Jack had been attached to his mothers hip for most of the evening, but the woman was growing antsy and needed to get a few drinks in her before the night was over. Thus, Jack had been slapped onto his older brother Andy. 

The two of them stood side by side near the buffet table and while Jack seemed rather tired of being here, he was just fine standing right here on this very spot until they had to leave.

Andy, on the other hand. 

"Man, I can't believe I got stuck with you all night... look at these babes."

The thick headed, fifteen year old sandy blonde adjusted the collar of his tuxedo, making sure he looked as good as he could.

Jack's brows furrowed at the comment. "Then go hang around them... I'll be fine on my own. I don't need a babysitter like everyone else thinks I do..." 

Jack crossed his arms, trying to show how mature he was. Jack was only eleven, but still felt more mature than most boys his age. Andy was looking around, hoping to spot one of his angels, a girl that was far too old for him, when he saw Sam and his family doing publicity photos near the entrance. 

" ... Man, Sam Davids looks so cool. Remember that game last year? He was a sophomore, a freakin' sophomore on the JV team... he scored twelve touchdowns against the Wild Dogs. And they couldn't even wish to get a touchdown." 

Samuel Davids was what Andy was going to grow up to be, most likely. Tall, body lean and fit like a swimmer. Short hair, perfect smile, a real charmer... that was Sam. 

Jack didn't recall the events which Andy spoke of, most likely because he didn't really give a rats ass. Sam Davids was a jerk, just like a lot of other people. 

Just then, Jack felt Andy putting a hand around his neck, squeezing lightly.

"You're on your own, Dumbleturd. A couple people just waved me over to join them in the kiddie exhibits." 

Jack blinked, looking up at him. 

"...For what?"

Andy grinned, catching Jack's lips between his fingers. "For drinks, duh. Don't get kidnapped and sodomized." Was all his ever so responsible older brother said, before vanishing into the crowd and sneaking off with the other kids his age. 

Jack let Andy get away with enough stuff, because Andy had stopped being so vicious to him ever since he retaliated almost three years back. A mutual agreement, between the two.

He then heard his mother and fathers laughter over the crowd. His eyes scanned the room, finding them in popular company. They were chatting away with Sam Davids and his parents... though Sam Davids merely stood there, legs wide, hands folded in front of his crotch. Just smiling to everything they said. 

Jack meandered over to them, gliding effortlessly through the crowd and into their mix. It was surprisingly easy for an eleven year old boy to make his way through a room of drunken adults. 

So, he stood between his parents for a good five minutes, listening, knowing very well they hadn't noticed him yet. They mostly talked about the city, past and future fund raisers, Andy's ability to excel in athletics, etc. 

Jack never came up in the conversation, which might have saddened him had he cared. 

Just then, Sam looked down at him, and gave him a smile. Jack only stared blankly in return, which made way for a disturbed expression to sweep across the handsome young jocks visage. It was then that everyone noticed him, and Jack's mother exclaimed. 

"Oh, my little baby boy... where's your brother at?"

"He left." Jack said, in a monotone voice. 

"He left? Heh, heh... where to, son?" His father asked.

"I dunno. He left with some kids.. " Jack said again, in the same bland voice.

"Well, he was supposed to be babysitting you... the mayor and his wife had invited us to go to their home. We were about to leave..." 

Jack thought that was odd, since this was their shindig and all.

"Yes, son, we forgot the New Years ball that my wife made. It's gonna drop at midnight, so we were going to get it." The mayor said as his wife kneeled down, taking Jack's chin in her hand as she smiled at him.

"What an adorable little boy, Alice. Are you excited about tonight? " She asked Jack with an enthusiastic tone, to which he simply stared at her blankly, and responded.

" ... No."

The woman's smile faded, as if she didn't know what to say. Slowly she stood and did her best to smile. 

"A charming little boy, Alice..."

"Thank you, but now... we have to find Andrew before we leave."

"No need! " The mayor said, grabbing Sam by the shoulders and guiding his son to Jack. 

Sam felt his body go rigid. Fuck, was he going to... "Sam here will take care of little Jack. We'll be back in no time, boys."

...Yup. He's been foisted.

And as if on cue, their parents moved, heading to the doors which would lead out to the exit. Jack looked up to Sam, who smiled down at him, then Jack turned and began walking away.

"Huh? Hey, kid. Wait a minute, hold on." 

It was much harder for Sam to move through the crowd, than it was for Jack, who was heading for Andy by the children's exhibit. 

Eventually he was able to get through the double doors, which took him out of the party and into the long, empty hall. Jack was halfway down it, but Sam caught up to him in no time, grabbed his shoulders and spun him around. 

Sam squatted down to be at eye level with Jack. 

"Don't take off like that again, all right, kid? "

"I'm looking for my brother."

"Well, I gotta watch you right now, so you just stay with me."

"Then take me to find my brother."

"No... you just come with me, we'll hang for about twenty minutes, your folks will come back and--"

"I don't want to wait..."

"Well you're gonna wait you little prick." 

Whoa, his tone changed so suddenly. Sam stood to his full height, latched on to Jack's hand and started walking back towards the doors leading to the party, when Andrea came bursting through them. Face red with fury. Sam slowed to a stop, head canting to the side.

"Babe...?" 

She reeled back and slapped the shit out of him. His face stung, and he growled.

"What the hell was that for?!"

"I just ran into someone. Mrs. Ortega, a married woman, your fathers secretary. I overheard her talking about how she got fucked by Mr Davids 'young stud of a son' three months ago? We've been dating for four months! I guess our virginity pact wasn't that important to you, you pig! "

Sam let Jack's hand go, but the boy didn't run, he stood right there to watch this little bit of teenage drama. Sam put his arms out, moving in to hug her. 

"Baby, ya gotta hear me out. I--"

He was cut short as Andrea took her hand bag and swung it into his crotch. He bent a little, butt snapping out as he groaned. Hands moved to his bending knees, a deep inhale and exhale began.

".... Andrea... mmm, listen."

The blow had hurt, but not too much, his balls were just a bit sensitive these days. She screamed, slapping him hard one more time, before storming out through those doors. 

Jack felt like it was over, and turned, beginning to walk down the hall. 

Sam turned, slowly standing upright again, a hand crept down between his thighs to rub as he followed. 

"Hey, kid... come back here."

"Gotta find my brother."

Sam's brows furrowed, and he began walking after Jack a bit faster. 

"Well I gotta go after Andrea. So come on, let's go... hey, come back here! You little bastard..."

Jack had started running, and Sam was now jogging after him. The two had raced down far enough, and ended up in the children's exhibit. Jack couldn't see Andy and his friends though, they were all hidden away behind large styrofoam models of different vegetables. 

Jack was looking for where his brother might be, so he didn't notice that Sam had caught up with him. Sam kicked out at Jack, tripping the boy up. Jack went flying onto his stomach, sliding across the linoleum floor just a foot or so. 

"When I say stop, you stop."

"Owww..." Jack sniffled. That had hurt. He'd almost busted his chin... he looked up to find Andy and his friends. They were hidden away, but watching.

Would Andy help? No, probably not. 

Sam came up and wrapped his hands around Jack's waist, turning him and lifting him up. 

"Let's go you little prick. No wonder nobody hears about you. Your parents are probably too embarrassed... Owww..? From what? You fell and slid a little. When I was eleven, I was getting tackled and rolled down hills. Owww? Man. Grow some balls, kid."

Jack slapped at Sam's face in protest. 

"Let me go!" Cried the kid.

Jack knew he was on his own here. Andy won't help him against Sam Davids.

Sam laughed at the slaps, and pushed Jack down the floor. Jack turned, crawling on his hands and knees towards where he thought Andy might be. Just then, a foot stomped down on his backside, pressing him against the floor. 

"You need to toughen up, kid. I go to school with a guy like you, have all my life... his name is Joshua... hair, demeanor, everything like you. That fag got his ass handed to him every day, starting in junior high. You goin' into junior high next year? Oh man... they're gonna own you there, boy. Let me give you a taste. "

Sam tucked back his upper lip, grinning viciously as he reached down and hook his hands under the waist band of Jack's dress slacks and briefs, hoisting him up in the air and giving him quite the ungodly wedgie. 

For the first time in his life, Jack felt a little streak of pain surge through his little balls, and he cried out. 

"Why're you doing this?!"

"Bullies never need a reason, kid! You need to toughen up." He lifted him up and down, up and down. Like a human yo-yo, until he was clawing at the floor like an enraged kitten. He was sure he caught glimpses of Andy staring from the shadows. He wished that his big brother would come out and do something. 

Maybe he was afraid of Sam. Jack thought his older bully of brother was tougher than anyone, but now that whole ideal was shattered. Just like the sanctity of never being bullied outside of the home. 

He was finally dropped, and wriggled there a bit. His crack was sore from the briefs being rubbed through it like a cheese grader. Jack could even hear some voices murmuring, as he lied flat on the floor. Sam circled Jack, crouching down in front of him, grabbing a hand full of his hair.

"Gonna stop crying now? Gonna listen to what I say?"

Jack only laid there, moving to his hands and knees slowly, face red and eyes watery. Sam scoffed.

"Your pathetic, kid. Look at you... what're you gonna do when someone on the playground wants to really waste your ass? Huh?"

Jack clamped his little hands together, before lifting them up full force into Sam's crotch. The double fisted blow managed to blast both the seventeen years old's balls from the bottom, rocking them in their sack. Sam died. His eyes rolled around in his head a bit, and he groaned... his balls were sensitive enough as is, from the months of build up and blue balls. 

A hush had fallen over the group of hidden teens behind the styrofoam veggies. 

Jack attempted to get away, but even through the sickening pain, Sam tightened his grip on Jack's hair. So the boy gave another solid blast to Sam's sensitive nuts, causing the older boy to release him for good as he sagged, dropping to his hands and knees, a coughing fit overcoming him. A white hot pain was crashing through his balls as he dry heaved a bit against the linoleum and remained still. 

Jack shot a look to where he thought Andy was, sniffing a bit. He knew Andy was watching.

He circled Sam as he was beginning to stand. Once the tall jock had managed to get to his feet, he leaned over a bit, mouth hanging open as his eyes were closing and opening. His facial expression had him looking like he'd downed a mug of whiskey with a horse piss chaser. 

He then stood up straight and groaned, leaning over once again as he held his stomach and balls, coughing. No one could believe what they were seeing. 

Sam kept a hand on his stomach, bringing the other one up to Jack, as if telling him it was over. 

"... All right, kid.. .ugh... *cough* You got me... it's done... fuck... goddamn... "

Jack flinched when the hand came near him, not caring for this peace treaty at all. Jackson Rodolpho Tibbler was a timid, peaceful creature. But years of bullying had forged a little warrior inside of him that came out when feeling savage. 

Passionately, he hopped forward, snapping a whip-like kick right into Sam's unguarded ballsack, hitting dead-on. The sound was plain and sick. 

Sam looked confused and hurt, eyes widening at the ferocity of the new blow, smashing his tender, aching nuts, that were the size of lemons by now. 

Slowly his firm form crumpled back to the floor, mouth hanging open as a bit of saliva collected at the corners of his mouth. Both hands were now clutching his pain racked egg basket. The poor guy hadn't gotten off in three months, blue balls had set in, and now tonight his eggs were getting cracked. 

He let out a groggy cry, eyes watering as he looked up at Jack, shocked and full of pain. He'd never been done this way by anyone before, and little did he know. There was an audience to bare witness to his shame and humiliation. 

"Ugh... stop hitting me in the balls...! "

He managed to croak out, forehead dipping down and touching the linoleum floor, legs crossing at the ankles as he cupped his crotch.

"Were you gonna stop messing with me? Why should I stop?" Jack asked, looking much like a little nazi now, eyeing the downed jock boy who was owning him up until a moment ago. 

He moved behind Sam, seeing a lump poking through the back of his thighs. He knew damn well what it was, and balled up his fist, bopping it like a testicular whack-a-mole. 

Sam whined like a wounded lion, folding onto his side, hands now completely tucked up and under his bruised apple bag. Eyes shut tightly as he moaned against the ground, breathe hot and ragged as he felt his stomach spasming. The punch had blasted the lump flat, smashing it right back through his clenched thighs, as if those pain racked balls were passing through a fleshy vice.

" .... stop it... fuck... m'gonna... gonna puke... "

Jack kneeled down, and was about to pry his hands away and start tearing into his balls like a badger, when he stopped, seeing the glazed over look on Sam's face. The guy was wasted... he was too weak to put up any kind of fight. Jack just stared at Sam... silence filled the exhibit hall. The only sounds came from Sam, helplessly groaning. But eventually the silence was broken as Jack began pulling Sam's hands off his cracked jewels. Sam protested. 

"No, no, no... shit. No, stop it you little fuck."

He began swinging sloppily at Jack, but the kid hooked a small hand under the sore, aching lump in those dress slacks. Feeling the swollen orb-shaped lumps in his palm, Jack curled his little fingers, squeezing them tight. 

Sam howled like a canine, hands moving to pull Jack's off, though his strength was sapped and all he could do to lock his thighs around the kids hand as it crushed the life out of his tender sack.

Jack didn't let up as Sam cried on his side. Jack continued to pressure down on Sam's warm, tender eggs, trying to crack them. Despite the pain, Sam's cock involuntarily stiffened to the point of being painfully hard, and Jack could feel it. That was when he let go, and wiped his hand off on his own slacks. 

"That's gross... " Jack said with a disgusted face on.

Sam was useless now. The other kids kept watching, and Jack was feeling a little scared now. He felt too afraid to go on. He was scared someone might tell on him, or do something to him, so he dashed down the hall and back to the party, leaving the other kids to sneak off without being seen by Sam, who was left destroyed on the floor. 

An hour later, Sam was being walked out of the museum by his father, whom was taking him to the hospital. 

Incident? Some... guys... big, muscular guys, jumped him in the hall because they were from a rival school. That was the bullshit he fed his father. Didn't want to tell him he had his balls kicked up into his throat by an eleven year old.

The ball dropped at midnight, and everyone was having a good time, except Sam's mother, who worried by the punch bowl. Jack was standing near the entrance hall outside of the restrooms, when Andy approached him. 

"...I saw what you did."

"... I know." Jack said. " ...I saw what you didn't do."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Andy said, brows furrowing. Still remembering the sight of Sam Davids getting devastated. Andy cringed, feeling his own balls sneaking up into his pelvis. 

Jack just looked at him. Andy knew what he meant, he wasn't dumb. 

The older brother turned away, walking back into the crowd, always wondering now when his little brother might strike again. He passed a kid, eleven year old Justin Waters, spikey red hair, mild freckles, he was a classmate of Jack's. 

Justin was on his way to the restrooms, and bumped into Jack on the way down the hall, sneering at him. 

"Hey, watch where you're going, Tibbler. Next time I might not be so nice." Justin said, as he continued down the hall, slipping into the boys room. 

Jack stood there, looking around, seeing everyone drinking, laughing, having a good time. A businessmen walked out of the restroom. He knew it was empty now, except for Justin. Jack loosened his bow tie, turned, and headed into the boys bathroom, shutting the door and locking it behind him.




Jack walked into the bathroom, and saw Justin walking away from the urinal. Justin noticed how Jack was staring at him. 

"What do you want, Tibbler?"

"I think you should be nicer to me, Justin." 

Justin scoffed and widened his eyes. What a twerp.

"Really? What are you gonna do about it, Tibbler!?" Justin pushed on Jack with his dirty hands, and Jack almost fell flat to the ground. 

Jack sneered and looked over Justin. He was wearing well fitting slacks that didn't leave much extra room. Jack stood up and knew that Justin was nowhere near as strong as Sam was. This was going to be easy. 

Jack walked up and pushed onto Justin, forcing Justin to hit back first into the stall wall. Then, Jack swung his leg back and kicked Justin in between his legs as hard as he could. Jack could feel that he hit Justin's balls dead-on.

Justin grunted out and went cold with shock. His body tightened, his eyes froze and his mouth was open in a shocked state. Jack didn't let up, and punched his classmate in the slacks, smashing his knuckles up between the red head's slim legs. Jack could feel that Justin was a lot smaller than Sam, but Justin reaction was just as devastated. 

The punch to Justin's nuts sent a sharp flash through his body, and he collapsed to the floor, instantly on his knees. His face hit the cold floor without any thought. His mouth was still open, and his lips were kissing the dirty bathroom floor, but he couldn't even think about that. The pain in his groin was far too sudden and intense. 

"Ugh... uhhh... oo-oo-ooo" 

Justin croaked on the floor, with his ass up and desperately clutching his balls, kicking his legs helplessly. His eyes were watering and the pain in his young tenders was excruciating. His freckled face was turning redder by the moment. 

"How about that, Waters?" Jack asked, cold-blooded. 

Jack could've left Justin alone and left the bathroom as Justin began to roll on the bathroom floor. But, Jack wasn't finished yet. 

Jack watched as Justin writhed in front of him. Justin moved his hands from his crotch, held them over his stomach and tightened, sick and strained from the pain. Then, without wasting any time, Jack bent over and held onto Justin's ankles. Justin weakly groaned, but was too weak to fight any more. 

"Please stop... no more..." Justin groaned, shaking his head. 

Jack looked down between his classmates legs, saw the inviting pouch and slamming his dress shoes down, crushing Justin's lump with no mercy.

Justin's eyes shot out and he let out a cold, breathless exhale. He grabbed onto Jack's foot as it was planted over his throbbing nads, and rolled his eyes in total agony. 

Jack threw Justin's legs to the floor, and left him writhing on the floor, gasping in pain. 

"Ah... my balls, shit...! I'm... dying, oh... gawd..." 

Jack knew that Justin wasn't going to hit him with any more attitude, anymore. Jack kicked Justin's cupped hands once more, as was curled on his side. Justin yelped and begged for Jack to stop. 

"Please stop... mmm gunna puke..." Justin's tears were falling on the bathroom floor, never expecting anyone, yet alone Jack Tibbler ,to do this to him

Jack felt he did enough, and unlocked the bathroom, walking out. He let his classmate lie there. Jack decided not to tell an adult that Justin needed help. Instead, he went to find his parents, and hoped he could finally go home.