The Saint Bernard Boys - Cody in the Ring

Cody was in the shotgun seat of the car, sitting next to his Father who had a destination in mind. Cody was kept in the dark, as Jerry just told him to get dressed and get ready to go. When asked where they're going, Jerry told his son 

"Trust your father, and get dressed."

Now, the two were sitting in the car. Jerry's hands on the wheel in a 10 - 2 formation, and Cody's hands on his phone, passing the time until he has to pay attention. He had no idea where he was going, but he tried not to think about it too much. He just wanted to get it over with so he could go home and chill on his computer. Cody was browsing incognito mode, checking the content on his favorite websites before Jerry told him to get ready, and Cody felt it fitting that his father would decide to start some father/son bonding when he wanted some alone time. 

"So, Cody. How's the love life?" Jerry asked. 

Cody instantly stopped paying attention to his phone screen and found himself somewhat flustered. 

"Uhh... wh-what?"

"The love life. A girl, do you have a girlfriend?" Jerry asked, glaring at Cody. He saw that his son looked uncomfortable with the question, and seemed to have issues finding a suitable answer. Cody felt on the spot, and felt that being honest wasn't what his Father wanted to hear. 

"No girlfriend?" Jerry asked. 

Cody looked at his father, turned away and shook his head, letting out a meek "no."

Jerry sighed and nodded his head. Cody saw his father's knuckles grow white and saw the gears grind in his mind. 

"You know... I don't know why I'm disappointed to hear that, because I expected it too." 

Cody looked down and felt like there was something wrong with himself. Then, he grew upset and responded 

"I... you sent me to an all boys school-"

"So that means you don't like girls?"

"No!" 

"Then what does that have to do with anything!? Whatever, it doesn't matter." Jerry said with a grimace. Cody frowned and looked back at his phone, hoping to find something to shift his focus. 

"Well, this is a reason why we're going out. I'm going to help you."

"What?"

"I've asked a friend to help teach you to be a man."

Cody sat in his seat, thinking about what this means. He remembers a few times his father tried to teach him how to be a man, and realized how each time it was basically just him getting beat on. Cody shook his head and bent over, his hands on the dashboard. 

"Dad, please, you don't have to-"

"Yes, I do! I'm not gonna have a son of mine turn into some pansy-ass bitch who can't talk to a girl or stand up for themselves! You have to learn!" 

Cody thought about the hypocrisy that was being forced to learn how to stand up for himself when he doesn't want to. But he decided to do nothing but sit there and let it happen. He felt it would be easiest to just shut up and get it over with. Maybe it won't be so bad. 

Then, he realized that he just convinced himself to not stand up for himself when he was told he was to learn how to stand up for himself, and then felt like a coward. Cody focused on his phone and tried to pretend he didn't have a choice in the matter. 

The Saint Bernard Boys - Drowning in Agony

"Yeah man, I'm telling you. She has the biggest tits I've ever seen!"

"Cool."

"Dude, do you not believe me?" Sven asked sharply. 

"It's not that. I just don't care. I'm fucking gay dude, I don't give a shit about her tits." Jordan replied, turning his colorful head to his stud of a friend, who may be trying to overcompensate. 

"Whatever..." Sven said, looking back to the crowd. He then thought of something. 

"Jordan."

"Sven."

"You remember Greg, right?

"Uhhh... that poor freshman whose balls you've broken just because, right?"

"Right."

Sven thought about Greg a bit, still remembering his young and unrefined features, that are somewhat charming in a youthful way. He then remembered exactly how those small freshman balls felt in his hand, under his knee, and how that cute face contorted in terror. Sven wanted to see Greg again. 

"I haven't seen him in too long. Let's go reintroduce ourselves." 

Jordan sighed, moved off the lockers. He ran a hand through his hot pink hair and responded. 

"Yeah, let us. I'm sure he'll be jumping for joy when he sees you."

"He better. Most guys would feel blessed to have my attention like he does." Sven said, getting a silent eye roll outta Jordan. 

Sven thought a bit more. "He said he has Bio with Ms. Andersen, right?"

"I think so."

"Well... let's go wait for him in front." Sven said, moving off the locker. He walked in the direction of her class, and Jordan followed with a laugh. 

"All right. Let's pick on the freshman some more. Sounds like fun. He's pretty cute." Jordan said aloud. 

The two got to Ms. Andersen's Bio classroom and stood out in front. Jordan leaned against the wall, and dropped his bag to the floor. He looked around the kids walking by. They all looked like freshman. He made a mental note of which ones were cute, and which weren't. He realized that this freshman class was pretty ugly. 

Sven looked inside Ms. Andersen's bio classroom to see if Greg was already inside. He wasn't. He looked back out, and waited against the wall. They were quiet as they scanned the hallway for Greg. 

Then they saw Greg coming. He was walking with a friend, having some sort of animated discussion. 

"There." Jordan said, pointing down the hall. Sven turned his head and saw Greg talking with his friend, looking just as cute, if not cuter since he last saw him. Sven smirked and turned his body towards Greg. Waiting for the unsuspecting freshmen to walk into them. 

Very soon, the other boy looked up and saw Sven and Jordan staring at them with a smile. Peter knows who Sven is, and remembers what Greg told him. He hurriedly turned around and picked up his glasses as they fell on the floor in an anxiety driven turn. Greg kept on talking, and walking closer and closer to Sven and Jordan as he was looking down the entire time. Soon, he realized Peter wasn't talking anymore and turned to see him. Greg was confused when he saw no one, then looked around. That's when he saw that monstrous senior and his colorful friend staring at him, no more than 10 feet away. His brown eyes went wide and he stood as still as he could as he felt his life crashing down right in front of him. His stomach even began to make room for the enormous amount of pain he knew he was about to experience, as it dropped down into a dark abyss, leaving Greg to feel momentarily devoid on the inside. Sven smiled as they made eye contact. He watched Greg start to tremble. 

"Hey honey. How's your day?" Sven asked sincerely, but very obviously laced with cruel intentions. 

Greg did not expect this, and did not want to be here anymore. He acted on instinct and turned around and ran as fast as he could. 

"SHIT!" Sven said as he started running. 

The Sabrina Effect: Jared and Seth

It’s been some days since Sabrina spent the day at the Brennan household, and she was feeling confident and proud. She learned a lot that day. She learned that her boyfriend's older brother is really hot, and that her boyfriend gets jealous pretty easily. She also learned that his mother is really cool and helpful. She also learned how a boys boy parts feel, but most importantly, she learned that there is no reason for her to feel powerless when faced with an annoying boy who doesn't know his place. All it takes is one moment, where the boy is incapable of protecting his boy parts, for that boy to fall down and lose control of his body. 

Sabrina's been practicing her kick every day, kicking thin air and sometimes pillows, hoping to make sure her kick is as perfect as possible. She imagined every boy she knew was on the receiving end of the kicks. Everyone from her cute boyfriend Stevie and his big brother Cody, to her annoying cousins. But most commonly, she thought about kicking Jared in his stupid little boy balls. She couldn't wait to make that mean bully cry. 

It was recces, and Sabrina was happily talking to Stevie. Since that day, Sabrina's been asking Stevie a lot of questions. About his brother, about the times they've busted him, his favorite ways to bust Cody, and even about Stevie's previous busts too. Stevie only got busted by Cody and Sabrina, so there wasn't much to share there, but he could talk a lot about Cody. At first, Stevie felt uncomfortable talking about his big brother's balls so much with his girlfriend, but realized that this is something they have both thought about, and enjoy entertaining. He warmed up to the topic, and now, is almost as happy to talk about it as Sabrina is to hear it. Sabrina's happily talked to Stevie about her thoughts regarding busting boys balls too, and Stevie's cautiously encouraging her. 

Sabrina hasn't busted Stevie since that day, but she's threatened it playfully a few times since then. She really enjoyed Stevie's instantaneous and predictable reaction. She loved the control she had, without even doing anything but moving her eyes down to a place she loves to think about. Stevie found it fun and playful too. He's worried for the day when she stops being playful, but for the moment, it was nothing to worry about. 

Levi's Bet Part 2 - Compromise

Part One 

 

Levi couldn't move from the floor for a couple hours. He radiated in indescribable agony the entire time, but thankfully it did eventually dull down. As it did, he just tried to move past it and cope. He couldn't believe how much agony was caused by just getting his nuts squeezed... and Ava said she wasn't even squeezing hard. And based on how the huge spike in pressure at times, Levi realized that she was right. She was barely trying and he was still helplessly enthralled by pain. 

 

It really didn't hurt when he got hit the first time, it must've been a bad hit. Or a lucky one, maybe. But maybe not so lucky, since it gave him the confidence to bet with his sister to let her squeeze his balls. 

Then he remembered the bet itself and how since he lost... he has to get 4 hits to the balls. Ava already got one out of the way, so only 3 actually. Levi wasn't sure if he was thankful for that or not, because now he has less to fear... but the sheer amount of agony that exploded within him after that punch was incomprehensible. His already ample balls swelled to a new heights as a consequence, most especially his left nut, which took the brunt of the punch from his sister. It was clearly bigger than the right one and it had a nasty bruise on it. Just gently touching the black and blue splotch reimmersed the younger brother in crippling agony. Just moving was a challenge and demanding.

Levi quickly realized that he couldn't stomach taking 3 more hits. There was just no way, especially in the state his balls are in. 

 

After Levi got up and rested in bed for the rest of the day, he continued to hide away from his sister. He did not want to remind her what they had bet and didn't know how he could get out of it. He always thought his sister was weird and annoying, but he never felt scared of her. But now, just thinking about his sister made him shake. He shook especially when he snuck around the house when he knew his sister was outside. He saw her practicing her soccer kicks with shocking enthusiasm. Levi couldn't help but imagine the impact a kick like that might cause his tender testicles. He had to comfort himself, saying how there's no way his own, big sister would go so far as to use her beautifully sculpted, powerful legs to crack his eggs. It was too much to believe for the traumatized young man.

Ava on the other hand was very excited. She loved what happened with her younger brother and relieved it almost constantly afterwards. She constantly smiled at the photo she took with her phone, relishing in the fantastic moment that led to Levi curled up in terrible pain on the floor. She would constantly zoom in on his sick and terrible, yet handsome and familiar face, as well as the ample, meaty bulge that he was desperately cradling in his hands. It was all so fantastic and she felt so lucky that she was able to capture it forever. The sight of her brother in such absurd pain, the source of it being held in his hands, which were easily the most impressive pair of testicles she's ever came into contact with. And the reality, that all of this great stuff was attacked to her own brother, the boy that she shares a living space with, and has been around him for what is basically her entire life. She can think of so many reasons why he should get some payback, and she has access to him all the time.

 

Lea and Her Two Big Brothers

“Oh Ethan! Mom said you’re here already, you’re so lucky!”

“No Lea, I already told you. Ethan isn’t feeling well, that’s why he’s home.”

Lea's young, and long blond hair was undone, as she walked into the living room, noticing how her oldest brother looked as she approached him. Her oldest brother Ethan, was lying on his side with an icepack over his groin. He was wearing the sleeveless tee he always wears under his clothes, and the sweats he went to school with. His 15 year old face was red, his brown eyes were closed and his unkempt wavy brown hair was like a wet mop on his head. The TV was on, but Ethan wasn’t watching.

“Ethan! Did some-”

“Sweetie, leave Ethan alone, he needs rest. Go play with Jonas.”

“Mom, no! I don't want to-"

“Jonas, she’s your sister! Don’t be like that. Your brother needs to rest, both of you go upstairs.”

“Ugh, whatever, fine. But, what’s wrong with Ethan?”

“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine! Just a prank some boys played on him at school.”

Jonas leaned in and peaked into the living room with his green eyes. Jonas saw his big brother on the couch, noticed the way Ethan was lying on the couch, and saw the ice pack placed over his crotch. Jonas shuddered at the sight. He can tell that his big brother got hit in the balls. It must be really bad, if he’s like this.

“Ouch, bro. That looks like it hurts...”

“No shit!” Ethan grumbled on the couch. He shifted and let out a grunt as he moved.

"How'd it happen?"

"Jonas, please." Ethan groaned. Jonas understood, and went upstairs without being spoken to again. But, Lea stuck around, and kept her green eyes on her biggest brother, as he lied painfully on the couch. 

Lea's always been interested in her big brother's. She always liked to watch TV with them, play sports and mess around with them. Even now that she's started school, she always tries to hang out with the boys rather than the girls. She's been called names because of it, and the boys sometimes even try to push her away. But it doesn't bother her. She knows how to handle boys. She has two big brother's after all. 

Avatar The Last Airbender: Critical Hit 2 - Lessons and Fun

Hello, everyone! I meant to post this earlier, but I have a few stories waiting to get posted, so I gotta get them out there. There's one more story coming after this, so stay tuned!

 

ATLA: Critcal Hit 1 - Redux

 

 

Ever since Aang saved the world and defeated Fire Lord Ozai, he hasn’t been the same. And not in a good way; after Fire Lord Ozai forcibly relinquished his bending, he made sure to get his kicks in. Literally.

While Aang’s back was turned, the Fire Lord crushed the young Avatar’s balls with two devastating kicks, exerting all of his adult, fiery fury. Aang did not expect this and was completely helpless and writhing in pain on the border of consciousness as Sokka found him and brought him back. Then as Katara healed him and brought him back, he relieved his trauma and unearthed some memories as an air nomad, which caused Aang to question things; what’s the point of being good when people laugh at this terrible pain, good or bad? And when this can hurt so, so much… Aang didn’t know the point of fighting. Does respect and honor even matter?

 

It was a traumatic couple of days for Aang, and Katara was soft and delicate with him as a result. She already had tender feelings for Aang, and after his story and seeing the pain he was in, she’s been softer and treated him more delicately. Which on one hand, was kind and done to benefit Aang but it also emasculated him even more. Even more emasculating than attacking his manhood made him feel, to some extent.

Aang wasn’t made to feel any better when after a day, Toph and Sokka started to make light of his condition.

“112 years old, and never got hit in the balls before!”

“Oh, how I wish I could really see Twinkletoes right now!”

“Ha! You’re not missing much. He’s just curled up and grumpy!”

“Sounds like a baby nephew after they wake up from their nap! Come on twinkletoes, you’ve been resting all day, why are you still grumpy!?”

“Guys!” Zuko interrupted them. “It’s not funny, drop it.”

“Come on Sparky, relax. Or are we hitting too close to home?” Toph asked, tilting her head.

Zuko grimaced and huffed. He turned and walked away, not wanting to engage with this right now.

“Oh, it definitely hits too close to home. All guys get hit close to home sometimes! Especially with a sister like Azula.” Sokka shivered and moved a hand low to his thighs when he did so. “Poor Zuko…” Sokka’s face lowered, shaking his head in remembrance of a fallen brother, despite the brother frowning across from him.

“I’m right here, you know!”

“And I bet a brother like you Snoozles, got a bunch of stories that you deserved. Right, Sweetness?” Toph asked, smiling and turning towards Katara, who was busy trying to message Aang with her water.

“Yes, he does. Which is why I don’t understand!” Sokka said, dropping the water and turning around. Aang groaned and turned his back on his loud friends. “Why are you picking on Aang like this! He’s been through a lot!”

“Not more than you put me through.” Sokka pouted.

“And not more than I’m about to if you don’t shut up!” Katara threatened. Sokka shrieked and put some distance between himself and his angry sister.

Genshin Impact: Bennett and Razor - Mushed Berries

Another Genshin Impact story guys! Hope those who read, enjoy it :) The characters are below, to those of you who want to get to know them a bit better if you're unfamiliar.

(So sorry about any formatting issues. Putting it here was such a struggle for some reason.)

                                                                             Razor    

                                            

                                                                              Bennett

                                                                        

                                                                            Rosaria                       

                                              

“I’m hungry!”

“You’re always hungry!”

Razor grunted and rubbed his growling belly. He sniffed the gentle breeze as it contacted him, guiding him in the direction of something to satisfy his belly.

“Over there! Let’s hunt!” Razor insisted, heading off in the direction of the subtle smells he’s been trained to catch as a member of a wolfpack. But, Bennett grabbed onto his arm before he ran off, keeping his friend and guide in place.

“Wait, wait! We can eat later, Razor! But right now, we have to focus on the commission like I told you!”

“But… I’m hungry!” Razor added up his limited vocabulary as best he could to express himself in the moment. He was successful.

“I know, I know! Look, here’s an apple, okay!? But I need you to help me with the commission! And now I need you to find me more apples too.” Bennett said after giving his young friend the last apple from his bag. Bennett couldn’t help but smile and gleam at how quickly his wild friend devoured the apple. Bennett giggled as Razor finished the apple, core and all.

“Thank you.” Razor said after finishing the apple and dropping the stem. Then he started to rub his bare belly as he looked up sadly at Bennett. “But… still hungry.”

The Curse

Another new story! This one was a bit of an experiment and likely won't be revisited. Decided to share because I like how it turned out and such and such. 

 

 

A boy was walking around his hometown, wandering like a bored child would from a different time, who has no school or job to attend to. He was wearing ragged clothes, his shirt riddled with half-sown rips and trousers that were held up by polite and disciplined suspenders that helped pull and keep the rather small boy all together. He had a smooth and young boyish face, long socks that ended below his knee, pale skin showing above his socks and beneath where his short trousers ended, and rough, worn down shoes that were starting to get too tight. His family, like most around the town, barely had enough to get by and were grateful, pious and careful. A product of the times perhaps, but it was the truth of the culture as they knew it. Superstitious and God-fearing, but honest and hard-working. Like most boys and girls his age, he only knew what he was told and didn't have anything else to go on. 

Now, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something catch his attention in one of the empty buildings. It used to be a store, but that was before he was born. Now no one has any use for it. 

The boy got closer to the abounded building and saw two women talking quietly, sharing something together. He couldn't hear or see what they were saying, but he continued to approach. He didn't recognize those women, and it's weird for anyone to be in there. This was more excitement then the boy was used to in his small, honest and poor town. He had to investigate. 

Before he got close enough to hear them, one of the women bowed respectfully, then turned and walked out of one of the openings in the abandoned hide building. The boy stopped moving and curled close behind an empty barrel, his eyes just over the brim. The other woman watched and stuck around for another moment, straightening herself out and then backing up and turning around. She had on a long, extraordinary green dress with a luscious white apron lying over it, sturdy leather boots on her feet and a pure white bonnet, which helped her emerald eyes shine on her humble expression.

Those sparkling, green eyes met the boy's dark, haunting eyes as he was hiding behind the protective barrel. The woman looked shocked but fought to remain comfortable and confident. The boy noticed that the woman looked a little bit older than mother, but was taller and slimmer. She looked richer than the other women around here, and her breasts looked more plump. There was something striking about her, the young and honest boy thought. Something... something that the boy settled on, was corrupt. Something that called him towards unholiness. She began to speak down to the boy. 

"What are you doing here? Where are your parents, child?"

The boy looked up at the woman with furrowed, accusatory brows. The woman huffed and stood up straighter. 

"I asked you a question boy! Wh-"

"Are you a Witch?"

Levi's Bet - Part 1

Bit of a writing spree maybe? Not connected to the last story. This one wasn't meant to be very much, but it kept on coming so... here it is! I imagine they'll be a part two soon.

 

Levi and Ava were brother and sister, only a year separating them. Although technically the older sister, Ava was no longer bigger than Levi and they went through puberty around the same age. 

 

On this particularly hot summer day, the two were hanging out in the living room together and alone. They were watching TV , one of those shows where the bad guys try to do something bad and the good guys, in this case good girls, fight them off and save the day.

 

In this particular scene, one of the thugs snuck up on one of the girls and grabbed her close, engulfing her in his huge, hulking frame. However, she twisted her hand and grabbed onto the front of his jeans, and squeezed with a zoom in shot on her hand. Then, a zoom in on the thug's scream and he let her go, then proceeded to get beat up by the girl who just grabbed his balls.

 

"Haha! You go girl!" Ava cheered. 

 

"Pfft, whatever. He shouldn't have let her go, what did he do that for!?" Levi jeered.

 

"Because he got his balls grabbed? What do you mean!?" Ava asked in shock. Was he not watching?

"I know that, but that doesn't mean he should just let go. He should at least try to fight her still."

"Uhh, ok. Have you gotten grabbed by the balls before?" Ava asked, smirking at her brother and eyeing his crotch in his shorts. Levi scoffed and sat back in the couch, pushing out his equipment towards his sister, perhaps unintentionally. Ava noticed it though, her light blue eyes focused and amused.

"No, but I got hit there a couple times. It hurt but it wasn't that bad." Levi said, focusing on the TV. It's true that he's been hit there before, but it was just once and a grazing shot. He thought it was going to hurt a lot more but his cock took most of the impact.

"Yeah, ok little bro."

 

Camp Hardwood Day 14: This Is It

This Day 3 years ago, I posted the first part of this story. And FINALLY, here is the last day. Enjoy! 

Day Zero

Day One
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Day Seven
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Day Nine
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Day Thirteen

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We woke up and it was the last day of camp. I was holding onto Cameron, he was the little spoon. I pushed my head onto his, and felt him rub into me a little bit more. It was very comfortable, and I suddenly felt worried that I wasn't going to be able to wake up with Cameron in my arms again. I held him tighter, and he let me hold him. No made us get out of bed after awhile. 

Cameron was the one who pushed us out of bed. 

"Everything alright, Cevin?" He asked softly, after turning around and putting his hand on my cheek. 

"Yeah..."

"You sure?"

"It's just... today's the last day."

"Yeah. It is."

Camp Hardwood Day 13: Capture the Destiny

Oh yeah. It's all coming together. 

-- Last part coming soon! Stay tuned ;)

Day Zero
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"Cameron. What is that I feel on my back?"

“What?” Cameron asked groggily.

"I feel something... narrow and hard digging into my spine."

"...Oh... yeah, that's me."

I laughed. "Good... I was worried it was a bear at first."

Cameron laughed, obviously tired though. "Don't worry... I won't let a bear anywhere near you. I gothu." He said, bringing me closer.

I moved my hand to my back and moved his tool. "Sorry, but I felt like I was getting stabbed."

"It's saying hello."

"I don't care if it's cooking me breakfast... I don't want it digging into my spine."

"That's not very nice..."

I turned around in Cameron's arms, and put my head in his chest. My head curled into him and I took in his early morning smell to help bring me into this new, wonderful day. 

Camp Hardwood Day 11: Two Headed Boy

READ THIS DAY FIRST! DAY TWELVE FOLLOWS AFTER THIS ONE!

Day Zero
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Day 11 of 14. I woke up, and things felt different, but the same. The first thing I did was look over at Aaron, and saw him stirring. He saw me at around the same time, and a tired smile grew on his face as he stretched. It was really cute. It made me get up and waddle my way over to him. I was tired, but not in much pain. It didn't matter much at the time. 

"Hello, handsome." Aaron said in a tired voice. 

"Hey, hey... " I groaned and yawned, as I sat on his bed. Aaron was sat up, his knees pushing up through the blanket. I looked and put my hand on his leg, rubbing and pulling on it. Aaron let the leg I held go, letting it lie down on the bed, and I naturally let myself lie down on it and I rested my head a bit below his thigh. I was careful not to be too close to his crotch, I know it was probably a bit of a sore spot. 

I closed my eyes, rested and felt his hand rubbing my head. I really had no intentions to get up anymore. His legs a bit bony, but I felt comfortable there. I wanted to lie there forever. 

Pride and Pity

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Camp Hardwood Day 10: What Goes Around Comes Around

Hey guys! New part, and this one's a bit different. But stick with me. Next few parts should make up for it, whenever they come around. The rest is falling in place, but the ending is still a mess, so I still need to sort that out. 

But, for my Northern Hemisphere friends, it's Summer! Back in the Camp spirit haha. I hope you guys are feeling it :)

I'm considering putting out a part of a different story soon, just for those who aren't too attached to this storyline. And it would be completely different, not a part of any of the established universes on this blog to this point. I've been working on some different ideas recently, and really digging them. But, we'll see how the wind blows. 

Enjoy, guys! :)

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I woke up feeling… good. I felt good. Was still hurting downstairs, but I could walk at a somewhat brisk pace. So that was great. It wasn't too awkward when I looked at Cameron either. I still wasn't sure about making prolonged eye contact, but I felt fine with him around. And that's enough, right?

"Wait, don't we get to pick today's activity?" Tim asked as we were all getting ready. I entirely forgot until he mentioned it.

"Yeah... I think we do. Got any ideas?" Cameron asked.

"Something that doesn't involve me doing anything but sit there, please." I asked. I really wanted to stay safe and lazy. 

"That can be arranged. How about-" Aaron started off.

"Wait, this is a special occasion! The girls always picked something that focused on us being guys, so now, we need to pick something that focuses on them being girls! Something sexy, you know?" Tim said. Tim had me at first, but then kinda drifted away at the end there. I don't think he realized we were like 70% gay as a group. Or something like that.

"Uhhh... like what, lap dances?" Cameron asked.

"Perfect! Today's activity will be lap dances!" Tim said excitedly.

Camp Hardwood Day 9: Karma Payment Plan

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I woke up. Gingerly got out of bed. Neither me nor Cameron made eye contact. I'm not sure what would have happened if we did. 

When I was sure no one was paying me any attention, I took a look at my balls, and they were pretty swollen and a strange color that I didn't like to look at. It made me feel even worse. I put them away before anyone saw anything. I didn't want to have to talk to anyone.

Breakfast ended, and none of us boys said anything. That was when I remembered that the girls are going to get to pick the activity after breakfast was over. It was a very sudden realization, and it made my vision and insides go all screwy. It made me push away the plate and nearly faint. I was feeling so terrible already, and then I just remembered that it's very likely going to get so much worse. God knows what the girls were going to have in store, and I was in no shape to bend to their abuse. I was sick, sad, and already defeated. I wanted to vomit.  

Soon, time ran out and we were asked to gather got the activity. It felt like a death march for us boys, and I was sweating as we walked to wherever we were supposed to be. 

"So... we talked about it..." A twin spoke.

"...And we decided... to have a contest..." The other twin continued.

Camp Hardwood Day 7: Cherry Tree

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So I woke up without a headache, which was good. I didn't need to wake up with a headache to feel like shit. I was doing that all by myself.

Cameron didn’t say anything to me. Not that I blame him, but I’m pretty sure I would’ve talked to him if he tried again. I didn't want to impose on him, so I didn't make the first step. But when he left the room without talking to me, it did bother me. It's weird, because I didn't expect him to try and talk to me anyways. But, it still hurt when I realized he wasn't going to.

Breakfast happened, I guess. Don't remember anything concrete, was tired and caught up in my thoughts. Again, I was hoping Cameron would say something to wake me up, but he never did. But what happened next woke me up.

"Cevin..." Diego said. There was something extra in his voice when he called my name. I guess he was holding onto something. 

 ...and the twins... you guys are with me today." 

Oh boy, oh boy. I knew then that Day 7 was going to be something. The ballbusting twins and the homophobe, who sounded like he was holding a hard, throbbing dispute against me. Which I felt was unpleasant, and bordering on abuse to be honest.  

It might sound like I took this lightly, but I did not. Diego has only looked at me to look nasty, and the twins had no reason to be gentle with me. I did not expect to be treated kindly. 

To Become One of the Family

Thanks to Cody, Stevie’s been able to tackle the annoying and unwelcomed abomination commonly referred to as puberty with tact. Well, as much tact as one can expect from a 13 year old boy.Cody helped him understand what was happening, and gave him a good base to learn from. Cody later told Stevie that Google was his friend and to not be scared to use it. 

With that, Stevie began to understand and feel more comfortable with what was going on. He wasn't in as poor of a mood, was as happy and smiley as a boy undergoing all the changes and shifts in hormones can be. Stevie was feeling confident with himself growing into a man, and was looking forward to being more like his big brother.

Stevie's interaction with Cody gave him the confidence he needed to feel proud of himself. Watching his big brother jerk off in front of him and show him the way, the weight Cody lifted off his shoulders and finally feeling how it is to be a man, in more ways than one, helped Stevie a lot. It helped him feel confident, willing and even excited. More complete. This lead to him having his first girlfriend. Her name was Sabrina. 

Camp Hardwood Day 6: Why Can't We Get Along?

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I don't have any idea how much sleep I got, if I got any sleep. All I know is I closed my eyes, and the next thing I knew

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I opened my eyes as I was looking down at the darkness of my bed. I knew right then and there, that I was in no shape to get up and interact with anything other than my bed. But, I felt that I didn't have much of a choice, so I closed my eyes and rolled out of bed. 

And I mean that too, I actually rolled out of bed. I fell on the floor and lied there, hoping I could stay there for the rest of the day. 

"Cevin, are you okay?" I heard over me. I opened my eyes, grimaced at the sharp light coming through the window and saw the outline of a boy, whose shape slowly morphed into Cameron's. 

"Cevin, are you okay?" He asked again. I groaned and rolled onto my side and slowly pushed up. I felt Cameron hold onto me, helping me to my feet. If I was more aware, I would've pushed him away, but I was taking all the help I could get. 

"Cevin." I heard again. I was turned to face him and looked at him, tiredly and completely disconnected. 

"Are you okay? Did you sleep at all?"