A Father’s Loving Lesson written by Jimmy

 

A Father’s Loving Lesson

 

by Jimmy

 

Marco Gomez loves his sons.

Sometimes they drive him crazy.

One hot, summer day Marco decides to surprise his kids with a beach trip.

“Here, for the road...” Marco's wife gives him a peck on the cheek as she hands him a very full basket of sandwiches, snacks, and cut fruit.

“You are the best, mi amor.”

Her cheeks warm and she shoos him out the door, “Remember to enjoy the boy’s trip...and don’t let Gino and Jayden fight with each other too much!”

Jayden grabs his mom in a hug from behind and gives her a quick squeeze.

“Never! Besides, Gino’s afraid of my growing muscles. I can kick his butt now any time I want.” Jayden beams and rushes past his Dad bumping him with his hip and sticking out his tongue, when Marco looks up at the quick thump.

“Mijo!” Marco shouts, raising one fist at him as he jumps into his father’s truck. Like Gino’s truck, the inside is a mess but Jayden shoves empty wrappers to the floor as he takes the window seat.

“It’s all mine, Gino!” Jayden shouts as he rolls down the window. The handle twists slowly in his hand, the truck is older than both Gino and Jayden combined and has strange conveniences like window handles.

“He wishes” Gino is already shirtless, heading to the truck but tells his mother “I promise...we will all be good.”

The woman looks worried and looks up praying “Please let that be true!” She closes the door, and Marco looks over at his son.

“Help me with the chairs.”

“Sure thing!”

Gino slaps Marco’s ass playfully, but earning him a quick sharp yelp that he seems to enjoy. “You little...” Gino darts away and grabs his Dad in a head lock and gives the old man a noggie.

“Ha! Always too slow.” Gino jokes, tightening his grip a bit.

Marco fights him off, grumbling as they get the rest of the supplies packed for the beach trip without too much more rough housing. Marco swears that his boys have only gotten worse...and he thinks that this trip he can finally get the two in line.

Gino shoves Jayden into the middle, and takes the window. Jayden starts to protest, but Gino turns his ass towards him and farts loudly.

“Oh gross! You are going to stink up the truck the whole way!”

“I will if you don't behave” Gino grins and sticks a wet finger in Jayden's ear.

“Daaaaaaaaad!” Jayden complains loudly as Marco climbs up into the truck. “He’s being so gross…again.”

“You two better behave or else...” Marco does not finish the thought as he turns the key in the ignition. The truck comes to life with a series of bangs, and clangs. It’s not always a guarantee that the rust bucket will start, thankfully it did.

“This shit box is so old”  Gino laughs, still wrestling with Jayden as he forces his seat belt across his lap, and wraps the strap around one of his hands and then the other, tying him up in the process. Jayden starts to struggle but when Gino grabs the bulge in the front of his swim shorts he tenses and goes still. Jayden gulps, blinking as his long black lashes part his dark eyes meet Gino’s.

Gino smiles as his fingers search the contents of Jayden’s crotch until he finds exactly what he is looking for and relaxes as his fingers lock around Jayden’s nuts. The thin swim shorts offer Jayden zero protection and he gulps again, giving his older brother a pleading look.

“Gino, bro...not with Dad watching.” Jayden’s cheeks start to color and he looks over embarrassingly at his father.

Marco just notices the situation and grumbles “That's not behaving, boys.”

“Nope, it's not!” Gino agrees as he rolls Jayden’s nuts around in his hand, not squeezing...not yet, but showing his younger brother exactly who is boss as he forcefully restrains Jayden’s testicles one handedly. Jayden struggles to free himself from the seatbelt strap as Gino explores his groin. The older boy makes a "Tsk tsk" sound.

“Bad little brother. Trying to get free before I let you. Not the smartest plan.” Gino squeezes just a bit and Jayden stops moving completely.

“Gino! Stop! He’s going to get carsick if you work him over too much. Let him go.” Marco sounds tired, resigned. He’s not as oblivious as the brother’s think he is, he has known for quite some time about their…ballbusting tendencies.  

“Okay, okay...” Gino sighs, giving one last squeeze that makes Jayden’s whole body go rigid before letting go. The younger boy scrambles to unbuckle, moving to the far edge of the bench seat, closer to his father as his face turns to a mask of frustration and humiliation.

"See? He's fine." Gino says cheerfully, turning his attention out the window as they pull away from the house. The old truck rattles down the street, each pothole a fresh percussion in the brother’ ongoing rhythm of dominance and eventual submission.

***

The parking lot is already baking, shimmering waves of heat rising from the cracked asphalt. Salt hangs thick in the air, a promise of relief just beyond the dunes as the wave’s crash noisily against the surf. Before the engine’s even fully died, Gino’s out the door, his bare feet slapping on the hot ground as he sprints towards the beach only grabbing his own backpack, and rushing to the shore line.

“Gino wait...the bags!” Marco calls after his oldest, but the eighteen year old does not even look back.

“I’ll help” Jayden says taking his father’s backpack and his own.

Marco looks grateful, “You are a good boy.” Marco loads the rest on a small wagon that he takes from the back and the pair start to head towards the ocean.

Jayden points out Gino in the ocean, and the spot that he claimed with his towel already so carefully placed and laid out. Jayden makes sure to kick a lot of sand on it as he passes by and smirks at his dad.

“See, that's what I am talking about?” Marco sighs and shakes out Gino's towel. “You didn’t have to do that. I swear it’s like you and your brother are always trying to make me lose my patience.”

Jayden finishes setting up the chairs, and says “Well yeah, we are brothers.” Jayden shrugs, in a ‘What are you going to do’ kinda way. “It’s just...part of our make-up. Can't change it.” And he kicks some more sand on Gino's spread out towel, face beaming at his father.

“Jayden...” Marco almost growls at his youngest child. Jayden is all smiles and flashes him his pink tongue again.

Marco loses all sense and moves to grab his youngest, who darts out of range.

“Come get me!” Jayden runs towards the ocean, Marco quick on his heels.

“Just wait until I catch you!” Marco can’t help but laugh, as the wind is in his hair and the two crash into the refreshing cool water of the deep ocean waves. Gino is a bit further out, but he turns to watch them enter the ocean. Marco grabs Jayden around the middle and dunks him in the water. Jayden bursts out in a loud whinnying squeal.

“Daaaaaaaad! No....!” he begs but Marco dunks him again, under the water. Jayden is kicking and fighting to get freed and doesn’t notice where he is hitting his father until his fist collides with a small lump right between his father’s legs. Jayden’s knuckles smoosh Marco's groin, dick and all up against his crotch. The smaller balls squishing down to flattened spheres and the father and son stop fighting as they both look down.

Marco’s eyes widen, and he gasps.

“Oh shiiiiit...I'm sorry Dad,” Jayden starts to say as he covers up his smiling mouth and pulls his fist out from between Marco’s legs. They are deep enough in the ocean that they are up to Jayden’s waist, but Marco is only up to his thighs.

Marco blinks once and groans, bending over. He tries to silently take the low and unexpected blow from his fourteen year old son but he can’t help it as he cups his small bulge. The pain seems to blossoms and spread as he holds his small testicles in his wet hands. Jayden is right by his side, trying not to laugh, but Gino gets closer noticing exactly what has just occurred.

“Jayden, you are so dead” Gino grins as he comes closer.

“Get him for me!” Marco demands.

Jayden puts his hands up in surrender, “It was an accident! I promise! I didn't mean too!” The younger boy starts to move away, noticing the danger he is now in.

"Hold still" Gino says to his brother, and then moves to tackle his younger brother. The two go down, with a big splash and Jayden tries to escape but Gino is on top of him. Like he was in the car, and Gino grabs Jayden’s balls again. This time, however Gino squeezes Jayden’s groin hard.

Jayden’s scream is high and sharp, making a few heads on the beach turn. The older boy holds him under the water, his arm hooked around his younger brother’s chest while his hand continues to crush his younger brother’s testicles.

“Let him go, Gino! Let him go now! That’s not what I meant” Marco is up, the pain in his own crotch forgotten as he wades deeper into pull his boys apart.

“Sorry Dad,” Gino doesn’t seem sorry at all. He lets Jayden up, who surfaces sputtering and gasping. “But...he deserved that. I mean...he got you in your little balls.”

“That… stings, fuck!” Jayden chokes, coming up eyes crisscrossing. Marco, half holds him up as he grimaces. “I'm...really sorry Dad. I didn't mean to...get you there.”

“It’s alright son...you missed. Only hit my leg.” Marco says brightly, trying to mask his own nut pain from showing.

“Did not look that way to me, looks like your grapes got crushed.” Gino says, his smile so wide that he shows all of his bright white teeth.

“My...I...I'm not THAT small, and he absolutely did not get me...understand?”

Gino laughs "Sure. I mean. I guess. My big ones nuts absolutely would fee that. Maybe yours don’t cause...they are so tiny.” Gino grabs his bulge and the large meat and potatoes in his hands is showcased as he presses his wet bathing suit around his bulge rather obscenely.

Jayden starts to laugh as he stands up again, but realizes who he is laughing at and quickly stops. “They didn't feel that small, honest!” says Jayden trying to come to his father’s defense.

“Yeah...sure. Be a kiss ass, Jayden.” Gino grins, and pulls Jayden into the surf.

“Noooo, stop you dick!” Jayden says as he comes up for air, he almost loses his trunks and the root of his cock is exposed for a moment along with his growing small bush of black pubes. He yanks his bathing suit back up and says, “Be careful! You almost exposed me!” and laughs.

“Boy’s...” Marco says coming between them, sensing exactly where this might be going.

“Exposing like this?” Gino grabs his Dad’s trunks and yanks them down, fully showing his younger brother his Dad’s groin.

Marco tries to grabs his bathing suit shouting “Hey!” but Gino is already under the water and has yanked the swimming suit all the way off leaving Marco naked as the day he was born. Marco quickly sinks halfway under so that he does not expose himself to everyone on the beach, “You...little bastard, give me those!” Marco reaches for his bathing suit, but Gino keeps it high up as the two start to swim out.

“Have to catch me” Gino laughs as he kicks up a mean foot right between his father's widely stretched out legs hitting the center of Marco's groin with a hard, wet smack. Gino’s bare foot slams into his Dad's groin and he loses focus for a moment, as Gino's toes rearrange his small balls and nail his cock too in the process.

“Bullseye! It’s hard to miss such a small target...which is why I got your tiny worm and fish eggs. Hah!” Gino laughs as Marco cups himself, his whole body seems to sag, “I should tell you that this is not my first time busting such a smaller set of balls.”

Marco makes an O shape with his mouth, his eyes widened and unseeing. He says nothing as his whole body tenses for a second before he doubles over, his face a mask of pure agony. He is fully under water, holding his junk but Gino isn’t letting up. He keeps kicking his father’s groin over and over under water, while his Dad desperately tries to keep his nuts safe. The blows don’t seem to register, Marco is able to block out further pain but his son nailed him with that first kick.

“I told you my balls are bigger balls can take pain…smaller balls, like yours cannot.” Gino holds Marco’s bathing suit up like a prize, but it’s Jayden who makes a desperate dash for it, retrieving it from his brother’s grasp with a quick swipe as he jumps out of the water grabbing the material and ripping it from Gino’s grasp. Jayden lands with a splash and swims over to his father’s side.

“Stop it, Gino! That’s enough!” Jayden says, “You never know when to quit.”

“Or what?” Gino sneers, turning his attention to his younger brother. He lunges, a flash of white teeth, his wild eyes shining in the bright sun. “You gonna try and protect your old man’s little family jewels?”

Jayden, holding the stolen swimsuit, braces himself. But Gino feints, instead diving deep. A moment later, Jayden yelps, his legs kicking uselessly as he’s yanked beneath the water. A wave crashes over the Gomez family but Gino is first up one hand holding his father’s groin and the other snuck sneakily underneath Jayden’s bathing suit and holding his brother's nuts.

“I got the whole Gomez line right here!” jokes Gino and begins to squeeze both hands, feeling the orbs in his fists squish as Gino bares down hard on the testicles locked in his fists. Marco’s are smaller, older and hang lower. Jayden’s are bigger still, firm, and tucked up tighter against the base of his dick, the water of the ocean clearly causing some shrinkage but Gino is not gentle and he makes both of them wince in unison as his fingers lock into the dreaded nutclaws. Gino enjoys the feeling of power over both family members as he locks in.

“Gino! GINO...STOP!” Jayden groans, the pitch of his voice cracking as he smacks at Gino’s arm. “You’re hurting… my boynuts!”

Marco grits his teeth, his face contorted in a grimace of pain and fury. He can’t speak, the pressure is immense, stealing his breath. He just thrashes, trying to break the hold. His son’s fingers feel like iron talons digging into the most delicate part of him. For a wild, terrifying second, he feels something give inside as his left ball tries to sneak away, but Gino snags the wily nut and traps it against his palm and thumb.

“Let him go,” Marco finally manages to gasp out, the words raw and ragged. “You want to hurt someone? You've got me. Just let your brother go.”

“Oh, you want me to focus on you? You sure? Your little grapes feel like they’re about to pop,” Gino says teasingly with a grin, his eyes glinting with malice. He releases Jayden’s testicles, only to wrap his other arm around the boy’s neck in a chokehold. “How about you watch, squirt? Watch me see if Dad’s got any real fight left in him.”

He tightens his grip on Marco. The world narrows to a pinpoint of searing white-hot agony. Marco feels a cold sweat break out on his skin, mingling with the salty seawater. He can see Gino’s face, triumphant and cruel, and beyond him, the sun-bleached shore, a distant, irrelevant world. He hears Jayden’s choked gasps.

Then, something inside him snaps.

It isn’t a thought. It’s a primal, desperate explosion of self-preservation. Marco’s free hand shoots out, not to push away, but to grab. His fingers, rough from years of manual labor, find their target: Gino’s own prized package. He doesn't squeeze, not at first. He just closes his hand around the impressive bulge, his thumb pressing hard into the base of the shaft. The magnitude of his eldest son’s groin does not fail to impress him, he’s bigger than he will ever be. Potentially Gino might not even be done growing down there.

Gino’s smug confidence evaporates and he feels the smugness drain away as his own Dad grips him beneath the cool see water. His eyes widen in shock and disbelief. He lets out a choked gasp, his own hold loosening.

“Now,” Marco says, his voice a low, dangerous growl that vibrates through Gino's body. “You sure…you want to continue?”

Gino gulps, and Jayden manages to slip free and goes underneath the next wave coming up with a sharp breath of air. “Balls…you jerk.” That’s when Jayden spots his Dad’s grip and he can’t help but be impressed. “WOW…he’s got your nuts now, Gino. Hah!”

Jayden backs away some more not wanting to get caught in the crossfire as Marcos grips tightens an inch, and he steps up right next to his son, sand swirling around them beneath the raging sea. Gino looks on at his Dad, and is not sure that he recognizes the old stallion as he postures now with his sons balls in hand.

“I promised myself that I was going to teach you two runts a lesson this weekend, looks like it’s going to start with you, Gino.” Marcos fingers pull Gino’s balls towards him and Gino’s mouth falls open a slow groan coming from him.

“Dad? Maybe…we should just…stop.” Gino starts to suggest and tries to move away, but Marco keeps him locked in place. Already Gino has released his grip on his father’s groin, hoping that this gesture will end this disagreement and get his old man off his balls.

“You have been a real dick this weekend, Gino. I think your balls have just gotten too big for your britches. I’m going to make sure that is not an issue anymore.” Marco starts to squeeze and Gino’s mouth stays open. His eyes start to get bigger. He does not make a sound as he looks down into the water at his father’s hand.

“Jayden,” Marcos says in a calm voice.

“Yeah?” his younger son asks watching his Dad finally deliver the long awaited comeuppance.

“Come here.”

Jayden does not hesitate, and wades over to the pair as Gino starts to plead with his Dad to let him go, but his father is no longer listening.

“Hold his arms, son.”

Jayden grins and does as he's told, locking Gino’s arms behind his back. The ocean seems to calm, the waves gentling as if the world itself is holding its breath. Gino is trapped, his face a mask of pleading and dawning horror.

“I…don’t… fuck, Dad…I don’t like this.” Gino tries to say, but his voice is a small reedy thing.

“Payback is a bitch, son.” Marco says as he squeezes down hard, doubling his efforts to make an even bigger impact.

Gino’s hollering scream is swallowed by the sea. His body goes rigid, his back arching as the pain explodes through him. It’s a clean, white-hot agony, a fire that consumes everything else. Gino thrashes wildly, but with Jayden holding his arms, he’s utterly helpless.

Marco doesn’t let up. He holds the pressure, feeling the orbs in his palm squish down. He looks his son straight in the eye, his own expression unreadable. Marco gives his son a hard, blank slate of discipline as his fingers hold on tight. He is not his father’s son, not in this moment. Marco is something older, something primal.

“Fuck, Dad…my balls” Gino whimpers, the word barely audible over the turbulent water. “Stop…stop…”

And Marco does. He releases his grip, and Gino collapses, a heap of shuddering flesh in the water against his younger brother that still holds him. Gino tucks one thigh up trying to clutch at himself with his leg, moaning, his face pale and slick with seawater. But between his legs, is something rigged and hard. Gino has an erection that he tries to hide with his leg, but it’s failing as the head fully outlined points straight out. Not daring to meet his father’s gaze, Gino keeps his eyes firmly down. Marco watches him for a long moment, his chest heaving, his own body trembling with a mix of adrenaline and a dark, unfamiliar satisfaction. He has crossed a line, and he knows it. But he also knows that something has been set right.

Jayden lets go of Gino’s arms, his own face a mixture of awe and apprehension. He looks at his father, a new respect, and a new fear, dawning in his eyes.

“Go on, Gino. Get out of here,” Marco says, his voice flat. “And don’t you ever lay a hand on your brother again. You got that?”

Gino just nods, a pathetic, jerky motion. He struggles to his feet, his legs shaking, and stumbles towards the shore, as he now holds his privates.

Marco and Jayden are left alone in the water. The silence between them is heavy, thick with unspoken words. Marco finally turns to his younger son.

“Are you okay, Jayden?”

“Yeah,” Jayden says, his voice a little shaky. “I… yeah. I’m okay.” He looks down, at the water, at his hands, then back up at his father. “That was… intense.”

Marco just nods. He wades towards the shore, the stolen swimsuit still clutched in his hand. He pulls it on, the cold, wet fabric clinging to his skin. He feels a strange sense of finality, as he bested his oldest son but then he thinks he might as well finish the lesson and turns back to Jayden his eyes cold as he surveys his son.

Jayden blinks at the sun, as he shields his eyes watching Gino mopping back to the beach and finding his towel covered in sand. Jayden smirks and says quietly, “Serves him right, right Dad? Maybe I can wreck his tan too later…switch out the sun screen with…” Jayden’s voice falters as his Dad reaches for his groin, a slight movement in the water stops him and Jayden realizes that the danger might not be over.

“Dad…Gino already, got my…boynuts.”

“I know son, this pains me to do…but you have to learn too and this is the only way forward that I see.” Marco’s fingers encircle his scrotum and Jayden gulps as a wave crashes against them. Jayden splutters hoping that the sea might deter his father…but nothing seems further than the truth. The hand only tightens it’s hold on his precious testicles and Jayden’s eyes start to bug out.

“You…are the younger brother. You are smaller, and more nimble than Gino, and maybe in some ways more dangerous. I saw how you purposefully kicked sand on his towel. I saw how you tried to cover your laughter when he was exposing your old man.” Marcos fingers begin to explore his son’s testicles.

“I…am sorry.” Jayden says in a small voice. “I didn’t mean…to laugh.” A small smile creeps up on his lips, and he tries to hide it away and clenches his jaw tightly.

“I’m going to do something now, Jayden. It’s going to hurt. A lot. But you need to understand something. You two, you’re a pack. You fight, you scrap, and you try to tear each other down. But when it comes down to it, you’re all you’ve got. You understand me?”

Jayden just nods, his eyes wide with a growing fear. He can feel his father’s fingers begin to tighten, the pressure building, a familiar, terrifying ache starting to bloom in his groin.

“Now,” Marco says, his voice low and calm. “This is for me. For all the grey hairs you and your brother have given me. And this is for Gino, for all the times you’ve two fought. The walls in the house aren’t as thick as you two think. I’ve heard something’s…and so has your mother.”

Jayden nods, his balls throbbing in Marco’s hands. He’s separated the pair so that they are on their own as he doubles handedly bares down on the captured family jewels. A thin layer of sweat blossoms above Jayden’s top lip and he shudders as his Dads finger dig in further, smooshing his testicles.

“Oh…Dad…you…my nuts, oh my nuts!” Jayden breathes, as he takes in deep gulps of salty sea air. The water breaks over them again and Marco pulls his youngest in close putting his head on top of his son’s jet black wet hair plastered to his skull.

Marco breathes in the smell of his damp wet son and says “This is really for your own good.” He pulls his hand back and Jayden thinks it’s over. He almost smiles in relief.

“Don’t you fucking say a word.” Marco’s voice is a low rumble, a threat.

His free hand comes up, fast and hard, and slaps the exposed testicles in his other hand.

The sound is a wet, sickening thud. Jayden’s world explodes in a starburst of pain. He groans, his body shuddering at the impact. Jayden tries to double over, to protect himself, but Marco holds him up, his grip like a vise. The pain is a living thing, a fire that spreads from his groin up into his stomach, down into his thighs. He can feel his testicles, hot and swollen, throbbing in time with his frantic heartbeat.

“Not so funny now, is it?” Marco says, his voice cold. He does it again, a sharp, stinging slap that makes Jayden’s vision go white. As his balls bounce against his bony pelvis. The small thunk of each testicle are still heard over the rush of the sea pulling back for another wave.

Jayden’s legs give out. He sags, a dead weight in his father’s arms, his body wracked with jolts of spasming pulses beneath his swim trunks. The pain is overwhelming, a tidal wave that threatens to pull him under that has nothing to do with the ocean waves.

“Remember this, son,” Marco says as his hand pulls back and Jayden squeezes his eyes shut just as the hard crack of Marco’s palm decimates his balls with another hard blow.

Jayden shudders and groans “No…more…my balls…uh, ooooo….uuuugh!”

Marco grips the cups scrotum rubbing his son’s testicles, smooshing the crunched up eggs as his boy sweats and finally he nods.

“You’ve learned the lesson…good.”

Marco holds his son’s privates a moment more giving Jayden the sense of overwhelming humility of his own sack being held against his will. Jayden’s nuts blaze with throbs of painful intense spasms that grip him firmly in the moment. Looking out at sea he spits into it, the salvia poised on the end of his lip as his own father gives his boyhood another squeeze. Jayden groans as his eyes look to the sky.

“Don’t get any funny ideas now, son. The day is still young.” Marco lets him go, and the ocean rushes in, a cold shock against his bruised and battered flesh. He stumbles back, his legs shaking, and collapses onto the wet sand, the water lapping at his ankles. He curls into a ball, his arms wrapped around his middle, his face buried in the sand. Not knowingly, his father has dragged him by his balls back to the shore.

On the sand, Jayden feels ashamed, humiliated, and from between his legs his balls throb with every intake of breath. He looks up, his vision blurry, and sees his father standing over him, a dark silhouette against the bright sun.

“Get up,” Marco says, his voice devoid of any emotion. “We’re not done.”

Jayden wants to refuse, to stay right where he is, to let the waves wash him away. But he knows he can’t. He knows that this is not a request. He pushes himself up, his body screaming in protest, and stands, swaying slightly. He looks at his father, his eyes filled with a new, deeper dread.

“Now then…I think this will cement my point.”

Marco rears back his leg and Jayden knowing what’s coming submits putting his hands behind his head and jutting out his pelvis. The inviting target, and Jayden’s surrender come as a surprise but Jayden meets his father’s eyes, clearly ready for what is about to come.

“Just…do it Dad” Jayden says.

“Gladly.”

Marco’s foot launches up, the skin tight bathing suit, damp from the ocean clings to every curve of Jayden’s anatomy and Marco can plainly spot his son’s nestled scrotum. The outlined balls, are the obvious target as his foot swoops up between Jayden’s thighs. Jayden just has time to clench his teeth as his father’s foot impacts his scrotum with a powerful forward kicking snap nailing his balls and his flaccid cock right up against his undercarriage. Jayden’s eyes widen as pain blossoms from his twin nuts as he nails Jayden with deadly accuracy.

The younger boy doesn’t even have enough breath in him to scream. He just folds, a silent, gasping puppet with its strings cut. He crumples to the sand in a heap of limbs and a face that is screwed up in a silent and agonized expression as he goes fetal. His small hands find his scrotum, and he rubs them trying to sooth them away from the deep ache that is now starting to hit him.

“I told you,” Marco says, looking down at him, no trace of remorse in his face. “I told you I was going to teach you two a lesson.” He turns away, leaving Jayden to suffer in the sand, and walks back into the sea. Marco dives into the surf, his body graceful as he dives under washing away the sweat and the hard lessons that he had to give his sons. Marco feels a new strength within him, and as he surfaces eyes opening up to the endless sea before him he smiles in triumph. This weekend has started with a bang, and he has his son’s right where he needs them to be. They can't escape the hard lessons that he is going to grill into them. He lays on top of the water, floating and thinking about what he is going to do next.

Jayden watches him, his body still trembling with aftershocks of pain. He sees Gino, a short distance away, lying on his towel, his face turned to the sun. His older brother looks, from this distance, almost peaceful. But Jayden knows him better than that. He knows that beneath that calm exterior, Gino is a mess of pain and humiliation, just like he is.

A wave crashes over Jayden, and he spits out some seawater that manages to find his way past his lips and sits up, frowning at his father and makes a plan in his mind.

After a few minutes Jayden stands up, heading in and plops in his beach chair carefully, trying hard not to knock his balls together.

“Gino...can we, have a truce? At least for a little while?” Jayden asks.

His older brother gives no acknowledgment to this request, but he does slightly turn his head in Jayden’s direction. Taking that gesture as a maybe he goes on to say. “Gino, we have all weekend with Dad and...if he is going to act like this...then I think we should work together. I think we should take him down.”

The idea hangs in the air, and Jayden does not take his gaze away from his older brother as he waits.

A small smile comes over Gino's face and he says, “He will never know what hit him.”

“Exactly.” Jayden grins back and he reaches out his hand and Gino spotting it grabs his younger brother's hand with vigor and shakes it. “Let’s make him wish that he never had this idea. We don’t have to worry about getting any more brother's from him. We can leave our mark.”

Gino pulls Jayden close and says “Fuck yeah, bro. His small sack will never be the same after this weekend. You have yourself an alliance.”

The pair lay back, stretching out in the sun plotting how best to ruin their father’s carefully laid out plans, and bust their father’s balls...together instead.

To be continued...