Holden couldn't help but feel blessed. And who wouldn't in his shoes? All the stress and worry he built up, considering his relationship and feelings with new step-brother were all erased when that step-brother went out of their way to make sure everything was cool and alright between the two; even at the expense of his own balls. Holden wasn't as worried about overstepping because of how cool Dallas was with everything, which certainly made him feel better and more at home around Dallas.
Dallas on the other hand, although the pain was temporary, found himself somewhat worried after how Holden treated him the last time, especially after his Mother interrupted them. He was feeling great, then not so great. Given, that wasn't really Holden's fault. Then, he felt horrible and then totally abused, taken advantage of and sick to his stomach.
As he lied there, in easily the worst pain in his life, he wondered if he made a mistake by encouraging Holden like he did. He wasn't sure if he was ready, capable or willing to feel this badly again, even for his step-brother's sake. Given, Holden did try to make it up to him and finished the job he had to stop a day later after his balls were less sore, but he was still sore for a few days and didn't want to get up from Holden's bed because of it. Holden did act kinder towards Dallas, served him, brought him food and drink and was very gentle with him, but Dallas didn't forget how badly his balls got busted. He couldn't if he wanted to either.
So, after they stopped feeling so sore, Dallas was cautious and considering, despite Holden acting remarkably tender towards him. Dallas couldn't help but give back the good vibes that he was getting, but he was still careful to have a hand near his nuts at all times around Holden; at least while he felt unsure. After about a week, his guard dropped and things felt casual enough for Dallas.
Holden noticed Dallas protecting himself more during that time, and was careful to act kindly and courteous. He realized he might've overstepped the last time and made sure to act nicer and more friendly because of it. Not that he had to try very hard to act like this though. Naturally, Holden wanted to be playful and serve Dallas, the boy who was so cool, accepting and open to him. He offered Dallas the option for anything to help him feel better, and Holden meant anything. He made that clear, but Dallas didn't take him up on anything, only happily accepting anything that was given to him. And Holden did want to give Dallas almost everything, and flirted through both words and conspicuous motions and rubs, both of which warmed both boys on both ends. The motions were shared and it was really, honestly lovely.
The two would only be outwardly affectionate behind closed doors and shared an unspoken pact to act more appropriately in the living room and elsewhere, where their actions could potentially be observed, even though they were mostly on their own even when they were outside their own rooms.
When on the couch, the two weren't too worried about lying around on the other though. That felt natural and comfortable for both. Often, Holden found himself lying his feet on Dallas's thighs, resting sideways as Dallas sat down with a hand on his lap, as he sometimes focused on TV and other times on his phone.
However, this time, Dallas had both arms ontop of the couch as he sat back, leaving himself vulnerable for Holden intentionally. Dallas considered it a sort of test, and Holden was somewhat aware of it.
He gently rubbed his heels on Dallas's soft basketball shorts, feeling the mesh shift under his foot. He looked around just to make sure no one's nearby, then pushed his foot in and under a bit closer to Dallas's center. He felt Dallas's dick press against his foot, and pressed in on it earnestly. Dallas groaned and shifted, handling Holden's foot and pushing it off gently.
"Ah, come on..."
"Not here." Dallas said lowly, smiling amicably towards Holden.
"Coomme ooon..." Holden insisted, pulling his foot back. It pushed up against Dallas's soft dick, bending it and pressing against it softly. Dallas groaned, eyes fluttering and legs shifting slightly. He sighed and let Holden rub his foot against soft member, appreciating how good it feels.
"MMmm..." Holden let out, as he continued to rub Dallas's dick, which he felt growing under his foot.
"Mmmm!" Holden let out as he felt this, smiling tenderly towards Dallas with raised eyes.
Dallas moaned gently and closed his eyes, appreciating the foot job he was currently receiving. Holden was moving his foot as expertly as he could, lifting the erecting member through his shorts and pressing against it, moving up and down with the side of his foot.
"Move, Dallas. I can do better if you lie long ways."
Dallas pulled his head over to the edge of the couch, let one leg lean off the edge and the other sat on the couch as he lied back, stared at the ceiling and let Holden work on him.
Holden used both feet to his advantage, using one on both sides of Dallas's erect member, using the curvature of his feet to create the ideal shape for the footjob. Holden pushed himself closer to Dallas, pushing his legs up and down, stroking Dallas with his core strength. Everytime his feet went on the downstroke, he wondered what if he just pulls his feet all the way down and jam into Dallas's orbs? It would be fun for him, but hell for Dallas he's sure.
"Mmm... make sure... no one's coming." Dallas moaned lowly to Holden.
"You're the only one coming, don't worry."
Dallas continued to love and relish in the bliss his brother was giving him, shifting his pelvis and legs accordingly with the natural direction of his pleasures, as he tried his best to keep his noises to a minimum.
Holden on the other hand, found himself growing quite tired and exhausted from using his legs like this. He felt the power leaving his body and legs from the repetitive motions and struggled to not leave Dallas stranded after several minutes.
"I don't know how much longer I can go."
"More, more please." Dallas begged, moving a hand lower to caress Holden's ankle.
"I can't go much longer, I'm tired."
"Please, please. It's soo goooooooo... ooohhh..." Dallas fluttered and gasped as he felt his body clench. "There, there ahh..."
Holden rolled his eyes and pushed further to help Dallas finish, and felt a goo leak onto his foot as Dallas groaned and spasmed as he reached a climax. Dallas's eyes rolled back as he twisted his legs in, unable to hold back his loud moan of arousal. Holden saw and heard his brother's reaction, feeling his juice spurting out and into his shorts, seeing the wet spot forming at the top of the volcano, leaking down and wondered where it emptied out into. He put a little bit more into it for the road, squeezing what he could out of Dallas's dick from the base, squeezing and pushing up, pulling his foot up Dallas's cock like it were a tube of toothpaste, hoping to get the last bit of paste out.
Dallas fluttered and lied flat on his back, mouth open and mind swimming in ecstasy. For some reason, that orgasm might've been the best one he's ever had.
"Ooo... fuck. So good."
As Holden reached the top of Dallas's cock and felt it starting to soften, he gave up his legs and they collapsed beneath them. Unintentionally, doing so dug the ball of both of Holden's feet into both of Dallas's recently emptied and extra-sensitive testicles.
"Oohh! No, fuck!" Dallas moaned loudly, pulling his legs up and tensing. He squirmed and pushed Holden's feet off his tender orbs and then cried out out of breath, and painfully help his sack.
"Why... whhahahyyy..." Dallas cried out, tears forming in his eyes as he started to feel sick and overwhelmed by agony. He was just feeling so amazingly a few moments ago. Now his balls hurt so much, and it's so deep in his stomach too. He couldn't believe this was happening.
"Sorry." Holden smirked with a tired expression, leaving his legs where Dallas left them. He didn't have the energy to move them, but had the energy and wherewithal to watch Dallas writhe and curl over, going to the floor in agony.
"I told you I couldn't do it much longer, they just fell there. I can't move my legs bro, sorry." Holden replied, but he couldn't help but feel grateful and amused by this happenstance. It was very enjoyable to get Dallas off, and then bust his balls right afterwards. They felt funny under his heel and wondered if they really were smaller after getting juiced. He wasn't sure, but it sure sounded and looked like they were more sensitive, by the way he heard Dallas whimpering.
He tried not to feel bad after hearing Dallas cry on the floor, sniffling and whining clearly on the floor. He gave Dallas more than he thought he could, it's only right he gets something back. But even if he's right, Holden thought, that Dallas was feeling really bad right now. The whining started to really get to him.
"Okay baby, I'm sorry. Here, here." Holden said sweetly as he slowly moved his weak legs over Dallas on the floor, then leaned off, being careful not to fall or hurt Dallas on the floor. Holden's feet were basically lifeless at the moment so he had to be careful.
On the floor, Holden held Dallas' arms and stomach with his overreaching arm, was sitting up and leaning on his other forearm. It felt like the most comfortable placement for Dallas, he didn't want to put too much pressure on him at the moment.
"Bro... fuck, why..."
"I told you, I didn't mean to, honest... I wouldn't ruin good times like this intentionally."
"Mmm..." Dallas groaned, shifting and pushing back into Holden softly.
"I'm sorry baby, really." Holden said, leaning his head in and lying it on Dallas' shoulder. He tightly held his body and rubbed, using his other hand to gently caress Dallas' hair, going down softly with each stroke.
"Your boys are tough, you'll be okay." Holden kissed Dallas's shoulder loudly then did it again. He rubbed his forehead playfully then moved in a bit more and wrapped his leg over Dallas's, engulfing him as completely as he could.
"Here, I'm protecting you. Nothing gets through my embrace of love."
Dallas laughed and shifted in growing spirits.
Holden continued to embrace and rub Dallas with love, his hand shifting from his stomach to lower, making contact with Dallas's nursing hand. Holden put his own hand over Dallas's with care, rubbing his hand softly.
The two lied together without moving for a few comfortable minutes, shifting slightly. The first big shift came with Dallas turning around and putting his head into Holden's chest and holding around him with an arm. The pain in his nuts was basically gone but he was still more than welcoming of the warmth and care his step-brother was offering.
They lied there for a bit more, Holden looking up for the remote and finding it. He turned on something interesting and lied with Dallas on the floor. Holden went onto his back and let Dallas lie on him, legs straddling the other's, heads towards the TV. The TV wasn't sure great, but they were just there for each other anyways.
The rest of their day was warm and comforting. The two sometimes struggled to leave each other's presence, mainly because neither wanted to. They lounged around together, and eventually retreated to Holden's room together.
They were watching random stuff on Holden's phone, Dallas's head on Holden's chest, the phone resting on Holden's thigh. Holden stripped down to just his underwear and no shirt. Dallas appreciated and admired Holden's more developed body, and felt safe when he felt it on his own. It reminded me that although he is taller, Holden is bigger and stronger. It made him feel safe and confident, knowing that that strength and maturity gives Dallas so much tenderness.
While lying on Holden, staring at the phone, his leg and feet, Dallas grew somewhat bored if not content. He liked having his head scratched softly, the view and feelings of course. But, he thought to maybe have a bit of fun. Especially well deserved fun.
Dallas looked a bit past the phone, shifting his head slightly. Holden's hand adjusted as he scratched Dallas's hair, not thinking much. But as Dallas moved his hand in and from the back, scooping up Holden's phone, gently grazing his bush of hair over his crotch, Holden paid attention to see if he could help with something.
Dallas moved the phone up slightly, shifting his body up and taking his arm out from under Holden to hold the phone before Holden took a hold of the phone himself. He still shifted to make Dallas's transition easier.
"You ok? Wanna move?" Holden said, lowering his leg, now both being flat on the bed.
"No, no." Dallas said, reaching over and lifting Holden's leg back up manually. He pulled from the underside of his thigh and placed it back where it was, then pulling his hand down softly, grazing over Holden again, this time making direct content with the meat of his package before he pulled his hand back.
"Stay like this for one second." Dallas said looking forward and rubbing Holden's flat belly for a few moments. Holden lied there unsure but diligent and receptive. He liked the belly rub but wasn't sure what to make of this for a moment.
Then, Dallas stopped rubbing and his hand stood still. A couple silent moments before he scratched his belly with his thumb for just a moment, before another few empty ones.
Out of the silence and candidness, Dallas lifted his hand with a sudden direction and snap, pulling his open hand back down fingers first into Holden's meaty package, eliciting a loud, wet smack to echo. Holden's underwear was tight and snug, his parts clear as day and made aiming remarkably easy for Dallas.
"OooooOooOoo..." Holden groaned, pulling his lifted leg up and curling in softly, his eyes scrunched and mouth puckered. "Uhhh... fuck..." He let out, smiling and laughing gently before letting out a sick moan and pulling his hands in.
Dallas had on a playful smile too as he kept his hand on Holden's package, feeling it settle and jiggle under his fingers. Even as Holden gently pulled his body back, Dallas tried to keep his fingers there, curling them in but not trying to squeeze them or anything. He knows how delicate nuts are after all.
"Fuck, that stings so much..." Holden whimpered lying his phone down so he could comfort himself properly.
"I know bro... I don't get why you like it so much."
"Fuck... who told you I like this? I'll kill them." Holden said, twisting, which got Dallas's hand off his delicates, giving him the opportunity to push his hand between his thighs and close them.
"You did! You keep on smacking my nuts bro."
"Dude... that's different."
"What do you mean? Fuck you, only fun when I'm the one hurting?" Dallas said playfully, holding and kissing Holden's head as he writhed gently. Dallas felt bad, especially as he could see the pain morphing on Holden's strong face.
"Mmm... something like that... ahhh... oohhhhoo... you got them both too."
"Haha, I know. It was a direct hit, so perfect."
"So perfect..." Holden said with a smile as he looked up, shifting and adjusting. Dallas smiled back and rested his head back on Holden's stomach and holding his thigh with a hand.
Holden eased back into comfort, but the sting in his balls was real and wouldn't go away. He thought about it for a bit, and realized that although he really didn't like the pain, he liked the idea of Dallas going for his balls in a weird way. It got him excited. He hoped Dallas liked doing it.
"Ok, don't go smacking my balls again kid. I'm trusting you."
"Ah, fuck that... they're right there for me." Dallas said, suddenly tensing his hand and jumping it towards Holden's vulnerability, like a predator about to strike a prey. Holden panicked and threw his hand in, but Dallas already suspended his laugh and laughed hard yet quietly on Holden's stomach.
"Little fucker..."
"You deserve it... after those dive bombs on my nuts earlier..."
"I told you, it was an accident!"
"Yeah, yeah... says the same guy who broke my balls a few weeks ago after he already broke my balls."
Holden laughed, remembering that day he opened up to Dallas. He was pretty brutal then.
"I mean... you were asking for it..."
"I was not!" Dallas said, lifting his head and looking at Holden with a tight yet fun expression.
"I mean... it was just sticking out there... and you were wide open."
"So are you!" Dallas said, feigning a strike again, but not with as much enthusiasm. Holden defended himself, but also half-heartedly.
"Yeah... whatever, whatever. But if you break my balls, I'll break yours."
"Pfft... whatever, asshole. You'll break my balls anyways, I might as well break yours before you get mine."
Holden laughed and pondered the thought for a few moments. He held onto Dallas tighter, trying to pull him closer and up.
"Come on, I want to be the little spoon for a bit."
"Ok, ok."
Holden thought about what Dallas said for quite a bit. It sounds like to him, balls are pretty fair play, but it also seemed that Dallas was a bit salty. He gets it, but it also seemed like it was good natured so Holden didn't think much about that part. What he really got from this, was how Dallas seems more willing to return the favor now. It feels like Holden's balls are really in play now. It made him worried and excited. It made Holden want to strike first, but not too hard either. He's been dreaming about really racking Dallas, but if it means his own balls being in danger too, then he has to be careful. That shit hurts, and he has to be willing to take whatever he dishes out.
Holden kept his eyes out as they continued to hang out, but he didn't notice if Dallas had any of those eyes himself. If he did, he was doing a good job at hiding it Holden thought.
The two were in Holden's room again, this time both in their underwear. They weren't cuddling this time though, just hanging out on the bed together. On their own phones, doing their own stuff. They've grown more and more comfortable together, both being okay with doing their own stuff next to the other and not really caring. If either of them wanted the other, they knew they had it.
Holden got up off his bed and strecthed, shaking his head and pulling at his underwear. Dallas looked over for a moment to inspect, then back to his phone. He had earbuds in and was watching Tik Tok trends, a smirk on his face.
Holden looked around then back at Dallas, who was focused on his phone when he looked back. Holden looked forward and around again, then turned back and called to Dallas.
"Yo, Dallas!" He said loud enough to sound intended. He even waved his hand around. Dallas looked up and took an earbud out.
"Come here for a second, I need to see something."
"What's up?" Dallas said as he rolled out. He was wearing just underwear too, his a tight, light grey pair. Holden's was red. He adjusted himself as he watched Dallas approach him. Holden then looked up at the corner of his room and pointed as Dallas got closer.
"See that?"
Dallas squinted. "No... what am I supposed to see?"
"It looked like a huge fly?"
"Mmm... no..." Looked around the rest of the room if he saw it, but there was nothing fly-like buzzing around.
"Hmm... ah, nevermind." And with that, Holden swung his fist in and slammed it into Dallas's package. Not harshly, but with some force and dedication behind it. Holden grunted and doubled over, stumbling with his knees crossed for a moment before he readjusted and tried to get on his feet right. His eyes were wide and blinking, mouth wide and drawing air in.
"Hahaha!" Holden laughed, protecting his nuts carefully with a hand as he leaned in to hold Dallas's hair. "Thought I saw the fly bro, I swear!"
"Ooo you fucker... oh, you got me good." Dallas groaned, falling to a knee and lowering his head. Holden let him lean lower and went down with him for a moment, one hand still on defense. He smacked Dallas's ass gently as he was recovered, amusing himself.
"Right in the Dallass." Holden said proudly. Dallas let out a low laugh then shook his head, groaning again.
"Ahhh... fuck, I can't believe I fell for that... you asshole."
"I told you, it was a fly..." Holden insisted, convincing no one.
"Then why are you so defensive, huh!?" Dallas asked, exploding out as he jumped into Holden and tried to get a hand in to his berries, but with both hands now on defense, entry was difficult. Dallas playfully Holden all over, trying to get him to uncover while just having fun, but Holden was sternly on defense and did not give an opening.
Finally, Dallas sighed and resigned, moaning in pain as he leaned over Holden and letting his thin, slightly aching body lie over Holden.
"You're such a dick..."
"No, that was what I just smacked."
"No, that was my balls... fuck, you got killer aim." Dallas rolled over and lied on his back, nursing his eggs and adjusting himself comfortably. It wasn't a super bad hit, but it wasn't gentle.
"I'm a pro, what can I say?" Holden said, sitting up in his bed now.
Dallas looked over and up Holden, saw him sitting peacefully with a smile. Holden couldn't help but smile himself. He raised his hand up, longingly towards Holden.
"Help... I've fallen and can't get up."
"Oh dear!"
Holden reached out and pulled Dallas up, helping Dallas get up. As Dallas was transitioning up, he threw his hand out to Holden's sitting and helpless bulge, smacking it in from his sitting position, displacing and squashing the meat in his pouch. It wasn't a really terrible hit, Dallas definitely held back, but he had retribution on the mind and it was pretty vulnerable position to catch Holden in, with his legs spread and dick out of the way.
Holden groaned out and bent over, pulling Dallas in towards him and clenching. His eyes squinted and he let out a low "ahhh..." for a few seconds as he boiled in the nut attack that he can't believe he let get in. His head lowered slowly, and Dallas held his neck as it went lower.
"Got you back, dickhead. You were asking for it!"
Holden slowly curled over onto his side and curled up, groaning and writhing in silent anguish, until he broke to let out a strained grunt.
"Ohhhh... no, no, not good..."
"No, very good! I felt them really good, don't worry."
"Nooo... Dallas, oww...mmm..."
"Oh, you want me to hit you again!?"
"No, no!" Holden whined, shaking his head. He was shifting and nursing himself helplessly. He shifted and breathed out, before wincing sadly. He then laughed a bit but it turned into a very helpless, pained noise.
"Fuck man," Dallas let out, putting his head against Holden's for a moment. "Everytime I smack your nuts, I feel so bad."
"You should, I'm in pain..."
"You smack me too! And I take it way better than you do, man."
"Fuck off... it hurts."
"I'm not saying it doesn't." Dallas said, leaning over to kiss Holden's head again. "But, everytime I get you, you act like you're dying."
"You do too..."
"Nah, I take it like a man!" Dallas said, letting it fly as he caressed Holden's head for a few moments as he continued. "When I get you, it's like your a baby that needs to be held and comforted."
Holden grimaced as he heard that, his pride stinging along with his balls then. As he lied on his side, he opened his eyes and looked up at Dallas, who was sitting on his heels and rubbing Holden's head. Holden tried to convince himself he shouldn't take a swing at that wide open sack in front of him.
Dallas continued to continue to caress Holden's head as he waited for Holden to respond, but instead he stayed silent. Dallas started to wonder if maybe he had a little bit too much fun at Holden's extent.
"Come on though, baby. It's cool, love you all the same." Dallas pushed up on his knees and stood up straight. He looked down and saw Holden eying his package. He considered for a moment if he should let him get some revenge to smooth over any hurt he may have just pushed out.
As he considered it and tried to help Holden up, Holden took the chance and let out sudden, undeveloped frustrations out with a quick, sharp and laced rising punch to Dallas's testicles. The impact was hard and clearly intentional, and some of the good naturedness was loudly missing from the punch.
Dallas, although somewhat expecting this, found himself still shocked and overwhelmed by the strike. His legs closed around Holden's fist and sunk forward, ass in the air as he reeled from the strike.
Holden kept his fist deep in Dallas's groin, feeling the meat under his knuckles indenting in deep. Holden didn't want to take his fist out; instead, he grinded his fist and pushed it in deeper, getting Dallas to pull back and try to get free, but Holden just shoved his fist in deeper, feeling Dallas try to get away. This was basically a second punch, and Dallas rolled off after it connected, his eyes widening and feeling himself go into full-protect mode.
Dallas didn't expect Holden to strike him so angrily or try to keep it up after the first strike, but he didn't have time to really consider this shift. He rolled away and cradled his nuts, groaning and writhing as he reeled from the strike.
Holden pulled his fist in and held it in his crotch, breathing and recovering himself. He didn't think much after Dallas helped him up after getting to his knees, and just acted out naturally. He didn't think to hold back and followed his natural, sadistic intuition. Being called a baby by his little step-brother felt like a line that was crossed, and Holden felt the need to put Dallas in his place. He didn't know what to say or how to act, so he stayed silent and stewed for a bit. His eyes were on Dallas' writhing frame, trying to determine how much pain and distress he just caused his Dallas. He was trying to assess where the line really was.
And as he watched Dallas's long limbs stretch and then curl up as he groaned and coughed on the ground, he focused on the long limb behind his knee connect his upper calf and lower thigh. It connected Dallas's body as he rolled onto his knees and put his head into the ground and his brother groaned loudly as he twisted his feet together, toes curling up and skin wrinkling as he leaned back onto his heels. He groaned and dug his ass into his heels and stretched out his neck as his eyes and mouth opened. Dallas's eyes rolled back as he experienced a sudden wave of pain his mouth opened in silent pain.
Holden watched, cradling his balls and feeling his dick shift as he watched and Dallas writhe and experience unnecessary and cruel pain. His conflictions only grew as he enjoyed watching and held his hand on Dallas' shorts as he got closer to his brother.
"Ahhh... that... nnn, that was soo hard..." Dallas whined, shifting his forehead forward clutching his balls, both hands between his legs.
"It was... and can you take anymore?"
Dallas choked as he pulled a hand to his head and tensed, breathing rough and holding the position silently. He was curled over his knees, feet now limp as he held his balls with one hand and leaned into his forearm with the other. Holden watched, held Dallas and waited, unwilling to fill the silence.
Dallas stayed on his knees, bent over as Holden continued to wait and felt his tension grow, both in excitement deep in his loins and somewhere higher as he watched in anticipation, unsure where the fence is being built. He waited, doing nothing before rubbing Dallas's shorts slightly, careful and hoping not to disrupt.
Dallas stretched out onto his stomach, one hand still clutching his balls and rolling onto his back. He looked up at Holden, as the two recognized a pool of potential in one another and Dallas caressed his sore testicles in his shorts knowingly before pulling them up and putting his hand to the floor, letting his jewels rest on the pedestal between his thighs.
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