Supernatural: A Sam and Dean Winchester Ballbusting Story written by Jimmy

 

Supernatural: Ballbusting Demon Bitches

 

By Jimmy

 

Disclaimer:    This is a story of two brother’s ball busting each other.  Both brothers are in their twenties and starring in a CW show called Supernatural (You may have heard of it).  This is a fictional story; I hope that you enjoy.

 

 In the darkness of the dense forest Dean and Sam Winchester have exhausted a search for hidden traces on a lead on the latest supernatural occurrence. Tired and frustrated the Winchester brothers make their way back to their hotel room to regroup and hopefully come up with a new lead on their case in the morning.

 

 “Maybe we should go over what we have again, maybe there is something that we missed,” Sam Winchester’s says, his optimism seems to be infuriating his brother Dean’s rising temper.

 

“I told you already Sammy, we got nothing,” Dean repeats for the umpteenth time.

 

“I know that it looks that way, but if we just…”

           

“No!” Dean sighs interrupts his brother and kicking off his muddy brown leather boots onto the off-white carpet. “I’m done for tonight, Sammy, you stay awake if you want to, but I’m just going to crash for the night.” Dean starts to pull off his dried mud-caked shirt as he heads to the bathroom to take a shower.

 

“Fine!” Sam yells after his brother. “But if this… whatever supernatural spirit kills another helpless victim you’re only going to blame yourself.”

 

“I’ll live,” Dean retorts stepping inside the shower after he finished disrobing himself of the rest of his disgusting clothes. 

 

After the water started running Sam knows that getting his brother out of the shower now, is close to impossible. “I hate it when he calls me Sammy,” Sam mutters under his breath as he too changes out of his clothes. Sam puts his hands behind his head, laying down in his tight-fitting navy-blue boxer briefs and sleeveless white t-shirt and closes his eyes, hoping for better luck in the morning.

 

Dean returns to the bedroom after his shower with a warm towel around his waist. Dean smirked at his sleeping beauty of a brother and tosses a shampoo bottle to his sleeping brother, which just happened to slam into Sam’s unprotected brother’s package. Sam wakes up moaning as he pushes the shampoo off of his sore nuts. “What did you have to do that for?” Sam questions his brother rubbing his slightly sore nuts.

 

“Since we got stuck with the last room which only has a queen size bed, I decided that I was not gonna put up with your stink all night, go shower,” Dean smirks at the discomfort etching across his brother’s face.

 

“You can be such a…”

 

Dean takes off his towel and whipping it into Sam’s perfectly outlined nut bag for another cheap shot. Sam doubles over this time, coughing and cursing. “You got ‘em both again,” Sam complains as his eye's cross inwards.

 

“And if you want me to make it zero to three, you're on bro,” Dean laughs as he pulls of his brother's sleeves t-shirt and tight knit boxer shorts before he carries his younger brother into the bathroom and dropping him into the tub with a splash. “Get cleaned up Sammy,” Dean smiles as he reaches his hand under the water and between Sam Winchester’s legs, “Or your brother is going to make your family jewels very uncomfortable for the rest of the night.” Dean stares hard into his brother’s eyes while he tightens his grip on Sam’s balls.

 

“Ungh, ughh, my….oh fuck…..you bastard,” Sam grimaces as Dean grinds his balls roughly between his tightly closed fist. “Please stop…I’ll bathe you dirt bag.” Sam groans in real agony this time as Dean releases his younger brother’s aching sac. Sam fold ups into a tightly closed ball in the bathtub as the warm water rushes over his nicely formed body. Sam cradles his aching ball sack gently as Dean pats his brother on the head.

 

“Good boy,” Dean says warmly before he turns on the shower with cold water and leaves Sam alone in the bathroom cradling his beaten balls.

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The next day…

 

The Winchester brothers Dean and Sam leave the one-bedroom apartment in the morning to continue their search.  Sam made sure that this morning he took a shower and cleaned himself well, just in case. Dean just kept on smiling at his younger brother’s obvious discomfort. “Will be leaving this town in no time thanks to my latest gathering of evidence,” Dean announces.  “While you were playing with yourself in the bathtub with your rubber ducky and bubbles, I found us a lead on our next potential victim. He’s 21, like the others and an athlete.  You’ll do your good boy routine and get him to trust you that you’re interested in helping out during his self-defense training’s while I find our little poltergeist while you babysit.”

 

“You want me to approach…”

 

“His name is Danny, he’s a little feminine, much like yourself, he needs a dummy anyways to take some self-defense blows for his class today,” Dean says unable to stop smiling and handing his brother the newspaper clipping of a job add. “You go in looking for this job and bingo; guys protected while you watch him, while I do the hard part and kill our poltergeist.”

 

“This sucks!” Sam hollers at his older brother, tossing the magazine to the floor.

 

“Oh yeah by-the-way, this 21-year-old athlete that you're going to be protecting is all into no padding so good luck with keeping your family jewels intact during your first day, which starts in fifteen minutes,” Dean smiles as he pretends to aim a kick between Sam’s legs.

 

Dean leads his now frighten Brother Sam into Danny’s Karate studio.  The class has already begun to assemble inside. “You must be Sammy Doe, your brother Dean has told me all about you, and I am so glad to have you here to be the test subject in front of my class today. These young men,” Danny nudges to Sam, “Are just waiting for the opportunity to learn defensive moves. It is so hard to get find good test subjects willing to help my students learn about defensive moves. Please come on in…” Sam looks back at his brother Dean who winks at him as he enters the studio.

 

The group of boys has a hunger in their eyes as the class of seventeen-year-old boys, getting prepared to enter college are all staring at Sam as he changes in front of them into his Karate uniform. Danny starts to explain today’s lesson of protecting one’s testicles as Sam groan’s not knowing what will become of his manhood after today’s spectacular event. All thirteen of these young men step up as Master Danny suggests practicing on Sam Winchester.

 

Sam Winchester winces as the first excited karate brown belt steps forward with a sneer grin on his face. “I’ll try to be gentle,” says the lean fighter as he drops to one knee delivering a quick uppercut between Sam’s thighs. Sam groans loudly putting his hands on his legs, trying to recuperate as the next brown belt trails his finger down Sam’s chest nodding his head as he open’s Sam’s shirt.

 

“My name is Avion,” the fighter smiles, “And you have stepped into the wrong room.” Avion grabs Sam firmly by his ball sac and starts to lift him off the ground.

 

Sam hollers trying to pry his nuts free from Avion’s tight gripping ball smashing grip. “Please…I did not sign up for this…you're crushing them…”

 

“You came to the right place to meet your doom,” Avion releases Sam’s nuts as he tumbles to the floor. Avion’s eyes blacken with darkness as he bends downward to Sam’s level. “How does it feel now hunter, to be the hunted?”

 

Sam cringes, his eyes crisscrossing, and all of the blood seems to have left his face leaving him pale “You’re a…”

 

“We all are…demons” says Mater Danny coming closer. “And you’re a long way from home, Winchester.” The demons begin to close in on Sam, as he starts to uncurl from the fetal position; his life seems to be coming to an end. ‘Damn Dean,’ thinks Sam, ‘All of this is his fault.’

 

Avion an obvious leader orders his fellow demons to hold him down. Avion smiles as he watches Sam struggle to free himself. “Your life is over, Sam Winchester; you will die now, after I have crushed your balls and destroy your soul.  You will belong to me.” Avion bends down and starts to unbuckle Sam’s pants and reaches inside, his hands gliding beneath Sam’s tight fitting white boxer briefs, until his slimy demon figures grip onto Sam’s nuts. “Now the pain can begin…”

 

Sam wretches under the extreme power of Avion’s grasp on his balls, as his poor balls threatening to burst. Sam bangs his head in pain and frustration as his manhood literally starts to be compressed in Avion’s hands. Avion laughs along with the rest of the demons holding onto Sam as he rolls around Sam’s nuts in his fist, enjoying the agonizing look on Sam’s face. Avion tightens his grasp causing Sam to struggle even more feeling the pain of his balls being crushed. “Oh God…my balls,” Sam finally cracks giving the Demon’s even more pleasure as his groaning gets louder. “Ugh, ugh, ugh, not my balls!  I can’t take any more!” Sam starts to resist more violently tossing his body this way and that, but Avion’s grip is relentless, and Sam’s thrashing is obviously futile. Sam’s balls are about to break.

 

“I can feel them my brothers, Sam Winchester’s family jewels are about to burst!” Avion screams in ecstasy as Sam closes his eyes praying that it will all be over soon. And then the laughing and cheering from the demons stops, as water pours through the ceiling drenches all of the demon’s and Sam. Sam’s nuts are finally released, and Sam almost vomits from the waves of pain radiating from his swollen ball sack. Sam doubles up in pure relentless agony finally gripping his own balls safely; and he dares to open his eyes. The sight of the demon’s falling down beside him brings Sam’s first smile to his face all day. “Holy water,” he mumbles trying to stagger to his feet but quickly doubling over again, his jean’s being pulled down by Avion yanking him back down to the gymnasium floor.  “If I have to die,” Avion grimaces, “I am taking your soul with me!”

 

Sam Winchester feels Avion’s hands gripping the all too familiar move of squeezing Sam’s nuts. “Not again,” Sam surrenders suddenly falling on top of Avion’s body, all of his strength leaving his body once more. Avion smiles, as his skin bubbles from the dripping holy water, Avion’s power continuing to hold while the rest of the demons around him cringe in pain. “Augh,” Sam moan’s as Avion rolls his balls between his hands. “Come on…just stop….” Sam whimpers his nuts getting closer to rupturing, his balls lost in Avion’s tight grasp.

 

“How many times do I gotta save your ass,” Dean chuckles shooting four rounds into Avion’s back. Dean yanks Sam to safety over his shoulder, carrying his grunting brother over to an empty blue mat. “Sam the next time you get yourself in trouble, at least remember to bring a weapon or something,” Dean states laying his brother on the mat. “I’ll be right back after I finish the job and bust those Ball Busting Demons,” Dean says taking out the exorcism book and begins the incantation to incinerate the Demon’s and free the helpless people that the Demons have been possessing.

 

 

 Sam hobbles out of the gymnasium under Dean’s arm a few minutes later and is still holding onto his nuts with one hand, even after a few hours after the Demon attack.   Sam is mumbling under his breath after Dean closes the door to their hotel room. Dean starts to pack up their bags and equipment, getting ready to load the car and move onto their next job of demon exorcism. “Yeah, know the one thing that I can’t get my head around is why you had me volunteer at the gymnasium Dean, you must have guessed that Master Danny, Avion, and the other students were Demons,” Sam utters still rolling his balls around after his shower, beneath his towel.

 

“Yeah, I figured one of them might be a Demon, but I figured that the host was one of their family members, so that’s what I was investigating.  I had already given eight exorcisms before I came to get you, you left your cell phone in the car by the way; I was calling you for back up. You did not come, obviously,” Dean says taking his shirt off, stretching, and starting to work on his belt buckle.

“What I mean to say is you knew that those Demons would be Ball Busters…right?” Sam questions.

 

Dean smiles slyly, “No…but that part sucked, they got mine too little brother, although I managed to hold my own.”

 

“You were not up against thirteen of them!” Sam hollers yanking his towels down revealing his extremely swollen nuts. “Do your balls look like this?”

 

“Actually, mine are bigger,” Dean laughs. “They always have been.” Dean struggles to pull his belt out as his grin gets wider, “Your nuts are sure red their pal.” Dean chuckles.

 

“Shut up,” Sam says, unable to keep the laughter from his voice, as he peers in dismay at his reddened family jewels. “Just show me yours; I want to see if yours are as bad as mine.”

 

“If it will make you feel better,” Dean says pulling down his blue jeans and plaid red boxer shorts. Dean’s large eight-inch flaccid penis sticks out towards his brother Sam, and his great bulky balls hang plump and full underneath. Dean’s package is so much more impressive than his younger brother Sam’s.  However, Dean’s testicles seemed to be untouched and not swollen or redden by excessive force like Sam’s. “I’m gonna take a shower now,” Dean says pulling the wet towel from his brother. “You can admire my equipment after I have showered.”

 

Sam’s face reddens as Dean passes his brother giving a fake punch to Sam’s redden targets. Sam quickly covers his balls; hearing Dean laugh hard before closing the bathroom door. The shower water falls on Dean’s well-formed muscled chest and arms. The water dribbles down between his abs and onto his impressive cock and balls. Sam listens to his older brother Dean showering as he gets dressed. ‘I have to get even with Dean,’ thinks Sam, ‘I doubt he has even got hit in the nuts at all. And for nailing me last night…it’s time for a little revenge.  It’s really for his own good,’ Sam thinks as he prepares for Dean when he gets out of the shower to nail him.

 

After a few more minutes Dean emerges from the shower, steam pouring forth into the one room hotel suite. The minute Dean crosses the threshold Sam launches himself onto Dean’s back, wrapping his arms around Dean’s neck and shoulders.  “Oh, fuck Sam, what the hell?” Dean hollers angrily, his soaking wet towel after two repetitive showers falls off of his body onto the floor in a soaking wet pile. Dean loses his balance and falls quickly after onto all fours. Sam reaches his hand around Dean’s neck into a very tight chock hold, his well-muscled arm strangling the breath from his brother. “Alright Sammy, what do you want, man?  What’s this all about?”

 

 “It’s about getting even!” Sam growls reaching beneath Dean’s well-formed abs, past his patch of brown pubes, and grasping his hand onto Dean’s nut sack. Dean’s body tightens beneath Sam, and Dean exhales, with a shiver running all the down to his nuts, now grasped in Sam’s fist. “Tell me the truth; you wanted those Karate Ball Busting Freaks to fuck me up, right?” Sam whispers in his brother ear, while escalating his strangled hold on Dean’s neck and rolling Dean’s balls beneath his fingers gently. “Tell me or I’m going to make you really unhappy, real fast!”

 

 “No man…honest,” Dean’s voice stutters to a dull gasp. “I would not put you in danger like that, you know me. Now let me go, bro!” Dean pleads.

 

Sam, the soft-hearted of the two starts to feel bad and releases his holds on his older brother Dean. Dean quickly takes some deep breaths, coughing, and holding his balls. “I’m sorry, I doubted you man, I know that we fool around but you wouldn’t do that to me.” Sam stands up his damp gym sweatpants glued to his thighs, his cock and balls clearly outlined from all the water that dripped off of Dean onto his body. Sam extends a hand to Dean to help him off of the floor. Dean grips his younger brother’s hand tightly as he begins to rise from the floor; it was not until Dean fist slammed into Sam clearly outlined balls that Sam realized that this was far from over.

 

Sam lands onto his knees next to Dean on the floor, the pain spreading out from his balls to deep within his belly. “Dean…ugh…” Sam mutters his mouth slightly ajar. Dean, however, is not done and lands a second sucker punch directly into Sam’s left nut, followed in quick succession with another to Sam’s right nut. “Dean, ugh….ughhh…stop…” Sam gasps between blows. Dean stands straight up pushing his younger brother onto his back in the process. Dean uses his right foot to spread Sam’s legs and kicks Sam’s hands away from protecting his now agonizing balls.

 

“I’m not stopping yet little Sammy. I’m going to teach you a lesson of respecting your big brother. And never putting your hands on my nuts again!” Dean lifts up his big dripping wet foot between Sam’s legs and to Sam’s horror drops his foot down into his crotch. Sam tries and fails to stop Dean from continuously grinding his balls into the floor.

 

“Ughh man! My balls!” Sam’s voice rises and he attempts to toss pull Dean’s devastating foot off of his aching balls. With one final stomp Dean let’s go of Sam’s legs and yanks his foot away. Sam quickly grabs onto his balls, finally able to give them some relief. “You suck…fuck you…damn my aching nads…” Sam turns to his side curling into the fetal position and wishes that he could finally get even.

 

“Here man let me help you up,” Dean smiles pulling his brother unwilling to his feet. “I have one final blow for you,” and Sam is shaking his head trying to hold onto his balls as his hands are pulled away from his balls, leaving them unprotected once more. Dean’s impressive strength was able to hold Sam’s hands as he pleaded, “Not again…” before Dean delivered a powerful kick between Sam’s legs. Sam would have fallen to the ground, but Dean caught him, nailing him again with a quick in-step knee to his brother’s exposed balls. “Oh God! Fuck! Ahhhh!” Sam groans as he slumps down Dean’s naked body until his knee’s land on the wooden floor, straight across from Dean’s exposed crotch. With all Sam had left in him he reached up and grasped onto Dean’s large nuts, with his right hand tightening his hold onto Dean’s nut sack.

 

Dean for the first time, in a long time feels the air rush out of his lungs as his younger brother holds onto his nuts firmly, crushing them between his fingers. “Fuck…not bad bro,” Dean moans as he launches another kick that hit Sam so hard that Dean’s toes poked out from between Sam’s butt cheeks.

 

Sam’s fingers loosen and his right hand hits the floor with a dull thud as he sits moaning, not even being able to move from all fours upon the floor. Dean quickly moves around behind Sam and launches his final kick from behind, nailing both of Sam’s balls so hard that they smack his under belly. Sam’s eyes roll into the back of his head a he collapses onto the floor groaning in utter agony. “Ugh, ugh, ugh,” Sam gasps moaning untellable syllables unable to get up and fight back again. “I give…” Sam sighs in defeat, “you win.”

 

“That’s what I thought,” Dean smiles cupping his nuts, they ache dully, but what he is feeling is nothing compared to what his younger conquered little brother must be experiencing. “I’m getting dressed Sammy, and then were out of here.  I’m glad we worked this out,” Dean laughs pushing his big toe under Sam’s thighs into Sam’s balls wiggling it uncomfortably. “Because I can always prove to you again, who is the bigger man,” and with that Dean lifted Sam’s body up off of the ground with his big toes crushing Sam’s balls against his belly. Sam gags in utter throbbing pain as his sandwiched balls are crushed between Dean’s toes and his own tight abdomen.

 

Dean removes his foot letting Sam’s body drop back to hard wooden floor, his balls bouncing off the hardwood as Dean walks away to get dressed laughing that, “I always knew that I was really the biggest, badest, brother of the Winchesters line, Sammy.”

 

“I hate it when he calls me Sammy,” Sam whispers moaning as his balls throb painfully in his hands.

 

 

The End