Jack Tibbler Part 3 (Edited): The Bully, The Loss and The Rock

Part One: A Guy That Big, That's the Only Place You Hit 'Em

Part Two: New Years Eve 1995

One Jack Tibbler, thirteen, was quite a curious junior high student. Almost an enigma to his peers. The boy had made it through the trials and tribulations of his first year of middle school with a graceful veil of mystery wrapped around him. He'd made no real friends, only chatted up a few other boys his age in the cafeteria, maybe even out on the quad during lunch hour. He had joined a soccer team which surprised the hell out of his family, especially his older brother Andy who was now in his last year of high school. Things were going much better than Jack or anyone else in his family had expected. His grades were good, his social standing wasn't that of a celebrity, but somehow he managed to avoid ridicule.

Though in every bright sky, there was one dark cloud that threatened to pour rain down over ones spoils, to cast shadows wherever one had light. For Jack Tibbler, that dark cloud was Sean Zygers. A fourteen year old boy, lean, very much in shape for his age. Dark brown hair which was cut short and whipped up towards the front, as if he were some young super model. Sean came from a wealthy family who'd just moved into the city a little over a year and a half ago. His money alone lead to his initial popularity, his garish personality crowned him king of Dr. Barry Middle School. He was always found wearing tight faded jeans and small polo shorts with the stiff collars, always flipped up.

The boy was repeating the 8th grade, which gave him an air of rebellion and made the other students love him even more. No one thought that it might be because he was just a walking jumble of good looks and cash, no academic brains to speak of. Yup, he was one strikingly good looking dark cloud that liked to rain all over Jack's parade on any given day, at any given time. Hell, he once rode up on his bicycle and found Jack in the public park flying a kite over the summer. He then gave Jack a wedge, tore off his underwear, tied it to the kite and let the thing take Jack's briefs with it.

It was on a Friday, that the event leading to the final confrontation between Jack Tibbler and Sean Zygers took place. Right after the final class of the day had ended, and the students were spilling out of the school. It was behind the parking lot where the buses lined up to wait for the kids. Sean was standing around with a couple of his buddies, and two girls who were just dying to be his Valentine.

"Dude, Sean, what're we waiting for?" A blonde lackey would ask, tossing a basketball into the air and catching it, over and over again. Sean gave him a cocky grin, brows arching, the girls melted.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, Drake. We're just gonna kick it here for a little bit, see what happens."

Tracy, one of the girls, leaned against Sean and while he allowed it to happen, didn't let out that he had any interest in her whatsoever. Instead he reached down between his legs and began scratching at the lump that protruded from his usually tight jeans. It made the other girl curl her lips.

"Sean, don't do that." She gasped.

"If it does itch, you must scritch." He said with a smirk, before dumping both hands into his pockets.

Brady, a black kid, one of Sean's closer confidants, eventually spoke up. “Damn, man. I wait for eight hours all day long so I can get out of school, not hang around outside of it."

"Just wait, man. Patience... Oh. Here comes the little white rabbit now."

Sean said, a feral grin spreading across his smooth, lean, sculpted face. Jack was leaving through the back gates, his huge backpack strapped over each of his shoulders. The boy always wore dark clothing, stuff that seemed a little darker than most kids in 98 tended to wear. Drake groaned.

"Not that Tibbler queef again… He's such a loser, man. Let's go mess with someone else."

Brady nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Sean. It's getting a little old messing with him..."

Sean stepped back from them, scoffing at their comments. "Fine then, dick licks. You turds can stand around here and watch me do what I do. If you can't indulge in my pleasure, then watch from afar."

Jack came closer and closer, seemingly weighed down by his bag. His eyes had been cast down to the ground the entire time he'd been walking, but then he heard the voices. He spotted Sean and his crew, a nice, safe gap was between them. Jack stopped walking, and Sean noticed this. Jack then turned and began walking away, Sean pursued him. The sound of the older boys sneakers beating against the earth grew louder and louder in his ears. He then felt something grab onto his backpack, holding him in place.

"Where you headin' off to, Jacko?" Sean asked, a ravenous smirk worn.

"Home, Sean."

"Not right now. Take a seat." He then tugged hard on Jack's bag, moving out of the way as the boy came crashing down onto his back with a wince, before he struggled to sit back up. Sean put a foot against Jack's chest and held him there.

"Don't leave yet, son. We've got some stuff to talk about."

Jack grumbled in protest, he hated Sean Zygers. In the back of his mind, he probably wanted the other kid dead.

"I don't have anything to talk about. Just leave me alone, all right."

"Take of your back pack. I wanna show you something." Sean demanded.

Jack shook his head. The older boy leaned in dangerously close, grabbed a handful of Jack's messy brown hair and spoke again.

"I said, take off your fuckin' back pack, boy. I wanna show you something."

Sean's friends had gathered around now, watching the spectacle. Despite their earlier protests, they seemed to have no qualms about standing around now and watching the scene unfold. Jack felt red hot with embarrassment and anger. He saw an opportunity to strike, and took it. A solid fist was lobbed at the lump in the front of Sean's jeans, and a loud smack rang through all of the ears.

Jack winced, teeth clenched. Sean had knocked the fist away in a brutal fashion, leaving a deep red welt on the top of his hand. Sean grinned in a cocky fashioned, pushing Jack back with a foot.

"Did your mommy teach you that? Don't be a pussy, Tibbler. Only queers hit guys in the nuts. Stand up and I'll teach you to fight like a man."

The others watched on, feeling the air growing quite tense, though it was all coming from Jack. Sean watched the younger boy, eyeing him with hunger in his predatorily eyes. Sean had always had it out for Jack, since the first day he'd come into this town. There was just something about the kid that both pissed him off and intrigued him.

Jack remained seated, unmoving, seething. That was when Sean reached down and backhanded him, right across the face.

"You wanna act like a little bitch, I'll hit you like one. Now get up so I can show you this."

Jack reeled from the hit, the sting left across his left cheek, reminding him of the situation he was in. The girls who were there thought it was too much, and gave Sean disgusted looks as they turned to leave. Sean barked after them.

"Leave, ladies. You can't handle what's going on here anyway. This is for dicks only. I said get up."

Sean then grabbed Jack by his shirt collar and hoisted him up, brushing him off a bit.

"All right, kid. The slaps were low of me, for that I apologize… Now just take off your back pack."

Jack's eyes welled up with tears. To his left, Drake. To his right, Brady. Sean was in front of him and an oak tree was behind him. He was surrounded. Sean gave Jack a disgusted look, shaking his head.

"Take off the back pack. I'm not fucking around with you, Tibbler. I promise I'm not trying to give you a hard time. I just wanna show you some stuff, and you pissed me off."

Jack sniffed, a bit of clear liquid came from his nose, and he wiped it on his sleeve. The burning chill running through his chest, cramping his stomach, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up on end. He worked his back pack from his shoulders slowly, letting it drop the floor behind him. He was confused, frightened and angry, mot sure of what Sean planned on doing.

"I'm gonna show you some self defense stuff, all right?" The older boy said. Brady and Drake grinned. Jack shook his head.

"I know self-defense..."

"No, no, no.. You don't know jack, Jack. Are you paying attention? " His brows arched, and the boy nodded. Sean extended his right arm, tightened it, and dashed forward quickly, letting his entire arm plow right into Jack's collarbone, slamming the boy down on the ground, only the back pack softened the blow for his head. He was caught off guard, pain and shock coursing through him. He gasped for air, and Sean hoisted him back up.

"That's called a clothesline. Got it?"

Jack was stunned, barely able to stand at that moment.

"Jack? You paying attention? This is called a Gut Rocket." He then balled up his fist and swung it. His bare white knuckles plowed into Jack's soft stomach, and forced all the air from his lungs.

Jack coughed, wheezed, eyes popping wide open as he clutched his stomach and dropped to his knees, sagging there. He could feel the pain and tension, throbbing through his abdomen and neck. Brady and Drake just laughed in the background, and Sean smirked all the while. He hoisted Jack back up.

"All right, now this--" Sean paused mid-sentence, because Jack had managed the strength to sink his fingers in between Sean's legs and grab his bulge, squeezing weakly. A small ache stung his nuts, and Sean even grimaced, but he knocked the hand away, cringing.

"Fuck, kid… I said not to go for the balls. That's queer shit. Now stand up." Sean gave him a minute, and Jack was able to stand a bit.

The boy was out of strength. Jack didn't have stamina, he was fairly frail. His shoulders slumped, and he waited, afraid, for what was to come next. Sean stood there, watching, waiting, then grinned.

"I know. You'll love this. Need speed to do it, though. Think you got the speed, Jack?"

"F-Fuck you..." Jack muttered.

"All right. This is called The Log Splitter."

Sean moved with lightning speed. He snapped one foot out that was used to knock Jack's scrawny legs apart, then whipped it up right into Jack's own balls. It was over. He'd always dished out the low blows, and now he was a victim of one.

The pain was immense. He felt an initial throbbing, an ache, then the churning in his gut followed shortly after. His legs went rubbery and he groaned out, eyes shutting, tears welling. His hands went between his thighs and he cupped his own balls, which were racked with pain in their fleshy sac. He sunk to his knees and leaned forward, coughing and crying. The pain was unbearable.

"My balls... "

Jack found himself crying, those words crumbled from his open mouth. It was a pain that paralyzed him. Drake and Brady looked a little sick, and stood awkwardly.

"... Dude, Sean... He's just a kid... You didn't have to kick him in the balls… "

"Just a kid?? He's the same age as you pricks! Damn. Jack, stand up." Sean said, before reaching down to pick the trembling boy up.

He stood him as best as he could.

"You'd better not tell anyone about this…"

Jack just sobbed. Sean rushed him backwards, until he was pressed up against the old oak tree. A fear of Sean’s own now surfacing. How did someone like Sean Zygers handle his fear?

An uppercut was slung into Jack's stomach again, followed by a throttle against the tree. Jack cried out and coughed, experiencing his first real loss, his first real victimization. Sean then drove a knee right between Jack's legs, nailing his little egg crate for a second time. The pain exploded, and any little bit that was left inside Jack was now gone as the sickening pain burned and tore within him. He was absolutely done.

It was then that Drake and Brady turned and left, they'd seen enough. Not Sean, however. He pounded away on Jack for another three minutes. Then left him there to slump against a tree. It was an hour before his mother came to pick him up, wondering what had taken him so long. She found him slumped, clutching his stomach, battered and bruised. He was too ashamed to mention names. She was outraged, and Sean was nowhere to be found.


The red 98 Ford Taurus entered the parking lot of the local Walgreens. Jack sat in the passenger seat, both eyes blackened, his bottom lip busted, the bit of blood which was there had been cleaned up. He ached all over and felt like a train wreck. Sean Zygers had really torn into him. The part that hurt the most, however, were his balls. He refused to tell his mother about that part of his beating. It was far too embarrassing and far too painful. He walked with a little limp, it lessened the movement of his currently tender nuts, and told his mother it was because of a pain in his foot.

Alice, his mother, scolded him the entire time they drove to the drug store. He'd keep on lying and told her he'd fallen, when it was quite obvious he'd had his ass handed to him by another boy. They both stepped out of the car, and she slung her purse over her shoulder, waiting for him to circle the car, and when he did, she'd take his arm and begin leading him inside. A few people gave looks to the two, not quite sure what to say about the boy who looked beaten. Boys will be boys, right? Right.

"Jack, I just wish you would tell me who it was so we could take care of this." She said, and he shook his head, pulling his arm from her and tucking his hands into his pockets.

"No, mom… There's nothing to tell. It's over now, I don't wanna mess with it anymore."

"Well I am calling that school of yours and letting them know there's some bully going around picking fights with innocent little kids." She huffed, leading him inside.

"I'm not a little kid, and no you're not. You can't. That will just make it worse, mom. Believe me. It happened and now it's over, it won't happen again. I swear. Just leave it alone. Can we go home now?"

She didn't seem to want to hear any of it. Would she respect his wishes? It was hard to decide. Her husband was away on a business trip for a month, and she was left to handle her eighteen year old Andy and thirteen year old Jack. Maybe the boy would have opened up more to his father.

The Walgreens smelled like some non-abrasive cleaner, it was all white and totally sterile. Behind the counter sat a dark haired young man with glasses, dressed in casual clothing, though he wore a white lab coat. Behind him a television played some sort of college football game the manager had been watching. Jack and his mother approached the counter.

"Excuse me?" She asked.

The manager turned to face them, smiling. He was an older man.

"How can I help you? "

"I need to find some iodine, and ice packs. I haven't been to this store since it opened and I'd be totally lost if I tried to find it myself." She said, with a smile.

The man gave his football game one more glance, before motioning down an aisle. "Everything you'll need will be down there. Come with me and I'll show you."

Alice tried to take Jack with her, but he broke away and began looking at the candy which was on display at the counter. The young man behind it, dark haired, round glasses, was watching him. His mother left with the manager to go find the things she was looking for and he sighed. He ached all over, and planned on taking whatever sort of pill for the pain his mother would give him. Just as he reached out to touch a Snickers, the young man behind the counter spoke to him.

"Got into a fight, huh."

Jack looked up, examining the guy, reading his name tag. Joshua. He nodded his response.

"Does the other guy look worse?" Josh asked, and Jack sighed, eyes drifting to the floor as he shook his head. It was embarrassing. He'd never been beaten up before, he always had that ace up his sleeve but it seemed this time it wasn't enough. That didn't merit him this win.

"I know where you're coming from. I use to get picked on and beat up too, all throughout school. They say it affects you, into adulthood… but I don't really think about it anymore. It doesn't do you any good to dwell on the past…" He sounded somewhat saddened as he spoke.

Just then, the sportscaster on the television spoke.

“Touch down! Another perfect interception, played off masterfully by Sam Davids. It's amazing, Frank. This kid is in his sophomore year. He made varsity, and came out of the shadows to dominate the field all season long. And the---”

Josh turned around, switching the television set off. Seeing that seemed to unsettle him. Jack gave Josh a long look, then the name on the television, Sam Davids. It seemed almost like fate, but was it really the same guy? He said nothing about it, and took the Snickers in his hand, toying with it. The guy watched him for a long while, and in their silence, the air conditioning unit came on. It seemed like it was taking forever for Jack's mom to return. Josh spoke once more.

"Don't let him, or them, keep doing it. Take a karate class, bully them back... No one deserves to be harassed… Just because you're smaller than the other guys, doesn't mean they can crack your skull whenever they want to."

Jack looked up at him, and nodded. It was true, all of it. What had Jack Tibbler ever done to anyone? He was like an independent creature of nature, never bothering anyone, and only pulling out his claws when he was threatened. Though Sean had declawed him.

Some part of him felt sorry for Josh, for the sorrowful look in his eyes, and he knew he didn't want to be like that someday.

"Can I ask you something...?” Jack asked and Josh nodded.

"Sure, man."

"How did you stop it...?"

He wanted a little hope. Josh looked surprised, and sat back on his stool, appearing to be in contemplation.

"...I didn't have to. For some reason, it stopped about two years ago.. it was odd. It was just after winter break, and S-- .. Uhmm. My bully came back to school, and just left me alone. I don't know what happened, but I thank whatever it was."

Jack thought to himself, and gave Josh a silent welcome. Jack's mom returned, with the manager, who turned the television back on. She purchased her items, which Josh rung up, and thank the manager for helping her. Just as they turned to leave, she noticed the Snickers in Jack's hand.

"Honey, did you pay for that?"

"This? Oh, no..." He said, and turned to put it back. Josh just shook his head.

"Go ahead and take it, man. From one to another… we gotta stick together."

"Thank you, sir." His mother said to Josh, and Jack gave him a weak smile.

The two of them left and climbed back into the Taurus, turning out of the parking lot and heading back home. Jack thought of Josh the entire time. Had he really been the reason Sam stopped bullying Josh? Maybe he was just being full of himself. But it made him feel good inside, to think he helped the guy, even though he'd never met him until now. And all of his sore bruises, pains and even the ache in his balls, began to melt away.


The beating had occurred on Friday, so Jack hadn't had to face anyone for two whole days. The rain pattered against his bedroom window, and he laid in bed, dressed in his pajamas, reading a book. Something by Stephen King, something that kept him out of the real world. His shiners had faded, now only making look like he was suffering from a lack of sleep. His swollen lip had went down, and his bruises were almost gone. Though the pain of the event was fresh in his mind. Only the reassurance he'd gotten in the form of his mysterious bullied brother, Joshua, gave him any sort of peace.

He could feel someone standing in his doorway, watching him, and as he glanced up, he saw Andy.

The boy had filled out. He was now tall, lean and fit, hair still cut short in the same style he'd worn since the age of thirteen. It was hard to imagine that Jack was now that age. His brooding bully of a brother snorted at him.

"Still not gonna fess up? Is it really that bad? Was it actually a girl who kicked your ass?"

Jack's brows furrowed, and he looked up from his book, trying to find that place that he use to go to, the place that made Jack, Jack. A silent boy with no qualms.

"... No."

"I still can't believe you got your ass kicked. I remember that time you creamed Sam Davids at the New Year's Eve party… That's how I know it was a girl who whooped you."

"How would you know that?" Jack asked.

"Because whoever did it couldn't have had any balls, otherwise you woulda won." He smirked.

Jack groaned. "... Andy, leave me alone…"

"Hey." Andy snapped, stepping into the room and knocking the book out of Jack's hands.

Jack blinked, brows furrowing again. He looked up at his big brother and clenched his teeth.

"... When you finally feel like telling someone who did this to you… come tell me."

"Why…?" Jack asked.

"Because I'll beat the shit out of them.” He said, smirking again.

That was the first time Andy had ever said anything like that, and Jack was stunned. It was as if everything he'd known was coming undone. Andy then picked up the book and put it back in Jack's hands and gave him a soft punch in the shoulder before turning to exit the room, digging around in his nuts as he did so. Good ole' Andy.

The book was set down, and he flopped back onto his bed, wondering what the hell to do now. He had a feeling it was all over. Sean had gone too far this time, and didn't want the heat to be on, so he'd back off of Jack from now on.

Then the phone rang, and his mother called up to his room, diminishing that thought.

"Jack, honey! It's for you! A friend of yours from school named Sean!"

Jack's eyes widened, and his head spun. What did Sean want? How did he get this number? Jack reached over and picked up his cordless, and called down to his mother to hang up. After she did, he spoke.

“...Hello?"

"Hey, Tibbler. You haven't told anyone have you?"

"N… No… I don't plan on it... It's over, right?"

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you gotta tell yourself…"

Then, the dial tone set in. Jack froze. He felt like running downstairs and screaming, telling anyone that would listen. Andy would go and hand Sean's ass to him right away if he'd squeal. But he didn't want to do that. He was sure it would blow over. Sean was just afraid of getting in trouble. He was probably just as scared as Jack was.

But by the next day, nothing happened. Jack passed Sean up in the halls every day that week, and only received glares and mumbled warnings. He thought it was over, all over.

Until one day when he was riding home on his bike, he decided to take a detour which ran right through an old corn field. It happened.

He was speeding through the neighborhoods, feeling the wind in his hair, generally unassuming. That was the way Jack had always been though, completely unassuming, always a face in the crowd, and he'd almost lost that image recently. The sun was out on that day, and there was a cool breeze. He turned down the streets were the houses started to look even better than the one he lived in. It was a neighborhood that even the wealthy families couldn't afford to live in.

It was then, he saw him. Sean was out front in a pair of khaki shorts, pink and blue striped polo with the collar ridiculously flipped up as usual, chatting with his hot neighbor girl. He wished he had picked any other street to go down, but fate intervened with his life as usual, and Sean spotted him. He stared at Jack the entire time, even as the hottie kept talking, and then he was out sight.

Jack felt an overwhelming relief. Or at least he did, until he heard someone calling after him.

"Hey, Tibbler!"Jack glanced over his shoulder, to see Sean pedalling after him. Jack felt panic take control of his body, and he became blind to all that was in front of him. The wise turn would have taken him into the other neighborhoods, but he turned down an alley that was at least a mile long, and led out to the old corn fields on the outskirts of their town. He kept looking back, seeing Sean get closer and closer.

He began pumping his legs faster and faster, standing up even, feeling the burn coursing through his calves. He was sailing down that alley at an alarming rate. Every bump felt like he would jack knife on his own bike. Dogs barked, and gravel crunched beneath. Finally he burst out of the alley and reduced his speed, now coasting along the outside of the fields. It was then he heard Sean.

"Can't run forever, Jack! I just wanna show you some new moves!"

By the time he looked back it was too late. Sean had rode up on his back, and rammed his front tire against the side of Jack's rear. Jack's bike went out of control, and threw him from it like a bucking bronco. He was like a rag doll, sailing through the air, before hitting the dirt and rolling. He felt a sharp pain in his forehead, and touched. There was blood. A small cut from a big rock he'd landed beside, it was jagged and foreboding in appearance. Dirt covered him, and he proceeded to stand.

Sean stepped half off his bike, gliding along it until he hopped off, letting it coast until it crashed against a sapling. He approached Jack and clapped his fists together.

"C'mon, Jacko. I was unfair last time. This time we'll fight for real. I won't catch
you off gaurd."

"Why? I don't want to fight you! Just leave me the hell alone!" Jack snarled through his teeth.

Sean rolled his eyes, stepping forward. He put both hands in the pockets of his shorts.

"Come on, Jacko. I'll even let you have the first swing." His brows
perked. "C'mon, Jack."

Jack stood there, seething, trembling with fear. He felt an anger brimming, and stepped forward, sending a sharp kick towards Sean's shorts bulge. Sean moved aside, producing his hands which were used to grab Jack's foot, and shove him off balance to the ground. Jack winced, and Sean shook his head.

"Remember what I told you about that? No low blows?"

"You hit me in the balls! Twice!" Jack spat as he scrambled to his feet. Sean put his fists up, bouncing around on the balls of his feet.

"Yeah, but it was funny when I did it." He smirked. Jack growled, and came at him swinging.

Sean side stepped the first punch, sent an elbow into Jack's face, then a knee to his side. The younger boy staggered back, almost losing his balance. The blows left him dazed, and he held his side. He thought to attack Sean's other side, since he seemed to be doing most of his moving on his right. So he ascended on him once again, and was met with that much more pain. One, two, three jabs to the face, a solid fist to the stomach, a kick to the hip which almost buckled him, and then Sean hooked his arms under Jack's, and sent a devastating knee into his soft guts.

Jack cried out in pain, and sunk to his knees, holding his stomach, tears pouring down his face.

Sean had worked up a bit of a sweat, and turned to look down at his victim. He licked his lips, and spit right on top of Jack's head.

"Pussy. I gave you a chance, Jacko. You're nothing but a pair of sopping wet pussy lips... If I see you around campus again, you're lunch meat."

Sean then proceeded to turn, and as he did, Jack made on last futile effort to keep him in the fight. He reached up and grabbed onto the back of Sean's shorts, about to plead with him, when he accidentally pantsed the older boy.

The khaki shorts came down, bunching up around Sean's ankles, revealing his bright red briefs. It all happened so fast, but it was as if it were in a slow moving frame.

Sean began to turn around to kick Jack in the face, calling him a queer as he began to pivot. Jack seen the foot being raised and knew it was headed straight for his face.

The rage, the animalistic instinct that possessed him before, took over. The things Josh had told him flooded into his head, and without thinking he grabbed that large, jagged rock. As soon as Sean had turned completely around, he was met with a terrible fate. Jack had swung the rock upwards and slammed it full force into the bottom of Sean's snuggly held balls, crushing them against his pelvis, the jagged parts of the rock scratching his inner thighs along the way.

The look on the older boys face was priceless. At first the idea hadn't set in, but then the pain did. His eyes were wide, almost dilated, and his mouth hung open wide. His brows curled in towards one another, and he looked puzzled, as if he didn't know how to react.

Jack took the rock to the ground, grabbed it with both hands this time, and brought it up again. The impact of the jagged rock sent Sean about an inch into the air, at which point the pain really sat in. His balls felt like a million needles had pierced them, like a truck had run them over, like nothing else in life mattered, besides the pain he was feeling in his slowly swelling nuts.

Once his feet hit the ground, he buckled, collapsing onto his back with his legs swung up high in the air, those hands scrambling to cover his swollen gonads.

Jack lunged on top of the older boy, and began pounding into his face with his small fists. Slapping him like he was a bitch, Sean’s front hair twirling with the slaps, his handsome face going red, beads of sweat dotting his forehead, eyes dancing all over as he groaned and moaned and cried about his precious balls.

Jack then flipped around, sitting on his stomach and prying Sean's hands away. Sean screamed and cried in protest, but Jack was deaf to the pleas of the once merciless. He reached for that rock, and lifted it high-- Then stopped.

What was he doing? He breathed hard and heavy, chest rising and falling, making postpubescent grunts, like an animal cub. Sean was crying softly, coughing and choking on his own naesuea, the stomach which Jack sat upon was swirling, threatening to send chunks up through his throat. Sean’s red tight underwear, holding his swelling bulge in front, the heavy rock overhead would crush those delicates without remorse, like a hammer to a tomato. Sean’s inner thigh was bleeding already from the scratch earlier, and Jack lowered his arms softly. Jack tossed the rock aside, trembling. He was already the victor. He always had been. But this wasn't just his victory, it was Josh's too.

He growled, shoving both hands down Sean's red briefs, finding his swollen balls and taking one in each hand. He pulled them out and stretched them to the end of their sack. The skin was peach hued, with sprinkles of dark hair sprouting.

Sean croaked in protest, and Jack yanked on them hard. Sean's legs twitched and the heels of his sneakers dug into the dirt as he tried to lift his hips to ease the pressure.

"My balls, my balls! Let go of my balls, let go of my balls... ! Please let go of my balls..!"

The raw power Jack felt when he did this was unmeasurable, he felt four feet taller and it was as if he held something precious in his hands. Which he did, Sean Zygers balls, the only family jewels in the Zyger family chest. He felt Sean's hands pressing against his back, and he twisted the swollen balls, flicking them with his other hand. Sean moaned out in a high pitched tone, almost screaming.

"This is the end of it, Sean. No more fucking with me. It ends right now. Got it?"

"Yes, yes. Oh god yes, just let go of my balls.. Just let go--Aaahh!"

He screamed out again, as Jack tugged them upwards once more. The older boy was a disheveled mess, sobbing, his pressed and clean polo shirt now dirty. His balls felt like they were breaking in half, and he was feeling the most horrible pain he'd never imagined feeling in all his life. He couldn’t breathe or believe, but there was no denying what he was undergoing.

"All right. This bullying ends here. I don't want anything to do with you from now… But before I let you go. You have to do one thing." Jack said, looking over his shoulder and drinking in the look on Sean's face.

Sean trembled in excruciating agony, face beet red as he managed out a rasped.

"... Anything. "

"... Kiss my ass, Zygers." Jack said, and scooted back closer towards Sean's face.

Sean sprung up, shaking and shivering and feeling weak as a newborn, his lips puckered and strained, and warped and twisted. His face was contorted with pain, and he managed to press his lips against the dirt stained back end of Jack's jeans, where a kiss was planted. Jack then neatly tucked the older boys balls back inside his briefs, and climbed off of him.

Sean was gasping for air, moaning and groaning on the floor. One hand was clamped down over his swollen balls, the other covered his face. Jack felt different on that day. It was different from the first time he'd kicked Andy in the balls, or bashed Sam David's balls in with his bare hands. It was new. It was like overcoming something.

He picked up his bike and climbed onto it, watching Sean. A part of him started to feel sorry for the older boy... But then he remembered all the nasty shit he'd done to him. Sean never once felt sorry for him.

Jack began to peddle away, then turned once he was a good ways away from Sean. The kid was still lying on his back, spread eagle and massaging his bulge. Jack began peddling quickly, getting closer and closer, until he lined himself up between Sean's legs, running his hand covered balls over with his front and back tires. He felt the satisfying crunch and lumps and bumps of everything beneath him, and as Jack turned around, in the distance he saw and heard Sean puking up his lunch. It served him right.

When Jack got home, his mother saw him, and demanded they go to the police. Jack calmly told her it was fine, it was finally over, and things were settled.

They went for another trip to Walgreens, where Jack found Josh stocking some children's cough syrup near the back. He thanked him, and when Josh asked what for, Jack told him it was for giving him what he needed. That it was finally over, and he managed to detour his bully. When Josh asked how he managed to do that, Jack walked halfway down the alley, then returned, placing a small snack sized bag of diced walnuts in Josh's hand. Josh didn't get it, but Jack did, and all the while he had the sickest, most animalistic smile upon his pale, unassuming face.