Men of the House XI
by Jimmy
All weekend long Dylan and Corey have been locked in an epic
battle and their story all comes down to this…
Corey’s recently drained testicle are softer, and squishier in
Dylan’s fist and Corey can feel that he is losing the fight and very quickly.
However with one arm pinned if he can just….
But his balls…
“Oh…oh no!”
Corey’s body shudders and he moans, Dylan’s got him and got him good.
Men of the House X
by Jimmy
As night time approaches Dylan’s friends start coming over, all
bros.
“Now listen” Dylans says coming over to Corey, his little brother and staring
down at him. “My friends and I are gonna play video games tonight and play some
drinking games, make some bets and what not. You’re gonna be fully dressed but
I’m not taking that collar off of you. If you do anything to fuck this up I’ll
shock you at a ten. I want you to be a good butler to my friends and take care
of their needs. You got it?”
Dylan turns the shock collar up to 2 as a threat.
The doorbell rings cutting off Dylan from possibly abusing Corey some more.
“You gonna get or are you gonna make my friends wait?” Dylan asks,
laced with the unspeakable threat as the shock collar around Corey’s balls
stops sending volts into his tightly packed scrotum. “And make sure to ask if they
want a drink. Mom has a ton of beers in the garage refrigerator and she won’t
notice they’re gone as long as we replace them later.”
All day Corey has been forced to do manual labor and chores around
the house. He’s sore and a little hot and sweaty. Dylan didn’t let him take a
shower and he smells a little ripe. When Dylan turns the dial he is already on
edge and freezes not that it helps as his body vibrates.
Corey looks at his brother with hatred and grimaces.
He takes a full breath before gritting his teeth and heading towards the door
to open it.
Men of the House IX
by Jimmy
Ball Busting Tales: Men of the House (Even before my stories is Alex's)
Warning: Includes ballbusting. Contains traces of forced semen. You have been warned.
Dylan picked off the sausage and ate some pizza. He went back up
to his room and jerked off one more time before going to bed. He kept feeling a
twinge of pain of balls all night that kept him up, but made him want to jerk
off again. He felt confident he had reclaimed his place as top dog
Corey waits until late in the evening, before he comes to his
brother’s bedroom door.
Listening carefully Corey waits until he hears the steady breathing from his
brother for a good half hour before he stands up. Corey’s wearing a dark tank
top and black trunks before for his stealth mission.
Slowly Corey opens the door and slips into Dylan’s bedroom, the room is dark
with only moonlight flooding through the open window left ajar. The air from
the night is cool, and his skin bristles goosebumps flaring on his arms.
Stealthfully Corey creeps into the room and towards his sleeping brother. A
glint of metal cuffs reflecting flecks of moonlight in hand.
Dylan is sleeping on his back, his chest rising and falling slowly. He’s
shirtless and Corey can’t help but to admire his older brother, Dylan’s chest
is large and his pecs are so well developed, and the planes of his abdomen
curve in a rigidly well-defined six pack.
Corey touches his own gently, feeling the beginnings of what he hopes will
someday look like his big brother Dylan’s.
Corey snaps one cuff in place, locking Dylan’s right hand to the
bed post and moves over to do the same with his left.
Corey’s heart hammers in his chest, as Dylan snores on, but this time it
involves him actually moving an arm he clicks the lock on the bed post and
slowly lifts the left arm across the mattress. To do this, Corey had to move to
the other side of the bed and as he locks the other hand in place he grins down
at his achievement. He has Dylan now.
Men of the House Part VIII
The Biggest Bully in School
by Jimmy
One of Corey’s favorite things to do is bust his older brother’s
balls. He has gotten so good at it, that Dylan sometimes walks funny after
encounters with his younger sibling.
After his latest session of beating his brother’s balls black and blue, Corey
decided to try his hand at going after some other…more challenging guys. Corey
decided to target the biggest bully at school. If he could beat him, then Corey
knew he would rule the school and all would fall before him.
One day, after gym class Corey hung around his locker in his t-shirt and gym
shorts waiting around until the bully finished picking on one of his classmates
ready to take him on.
Corey could hear the toilet flushing and the laughter of the bullies while the
torture the poor kid. Corey knows him too, and the kid does not deserve the
swirly porcelain bowl.
Frowning, Corey crosses his arms watching the bathroom entrance
as the bully dunks his classmate over and over. Water sloshes and runs down the
sides of the bowl and seeps out covering their shoes.
“Gross,” Corey mumbles and the bullies seem to hear him and freeze thinking
that he might be their gym teacher.
