A Son’s Loving Lesson written by Jimmy

 

A Son’s Loving Lesson

 

by Jimmy

https://ballbustingboys.blogspot.com/2025/11/a-fathers-loving-lesson-written-by-jimmy.html (Previous story, part one)

In the car, Marco sat alone the phone pressed tightly to his ear.

“I did it, I showed my boys who is boss.” Marco whispers into the phone, his heart rate spiking as he looks over at Gino and Jayden.

The three of them finished setting up a set of tents for each of them, borrowed by Jayden’s ex-boyfriend Bill’s family. While Jayden did not stay friends with Bill after their break-up, Marco Gomez and Will Brady, Bill’s father did.

“Heh, sounds like you put your sons into place. I can’t wait to hear the full story at the next poker night,” Will Brady says, his voice full of mirth.

Marco smiles wider, “Full details.”

“Now remember what we discussed” Will Brady emphasizes, “You must, hit them both a few more times...really cement your place at the head of house.”

Marco’s eyes trail up Gino's torso as he pulls off his shirt, and heads into his tent. “Yes, yes I will.” Marco’s voice trails off a little bit as he makes a fist. Jayden seems to be tailing to him as Gino changes, coming out in a pair of short, and grinning. Marco is unable to hear their conversation but he will soon enough.

“Okay buddy, happy busting.” Will chuckles.

The phone goes dead, and Marco looks at the blank screen before charging the power button off and exits the vehicle, a spring in his step as he walks over to his sons. Ready to go ‘ball hunting.’

He approached the small clearing where the three nylon domes were pitched, a triangle of temporary homes. Gino was sitting on the ground outside his tent, meticulously sharpening a long stick with a pocketknife. The scrape of metal against wood was a steady, rhythmic sound in the quiet woods. Jayden was leaning against a tree nearby, nursing a can of soda, the condensation dripping down his fingers. He didn’t look up as Marco approached, but Gino did. His eyes held a new, calculating look.

“Alright, you two,” Marco announced, clapping his hands together, the sound sharp and artificial. “Chores. We need firewood. Plenty of it. Night’s gonna be cold.”

Gino set down the knife and the newly-sharpened spear. “Jayden’s still not feeling right, Dad. That last kick was… a lot.” He gestured vaguely towards Jayden’s midsection.

Jayden played along, shifting his weight and wincing. “Yeah, Dad. Feels like I’m walking around with a couple of bruised apricots down there.” Jayden blushes, and scrapes the ground with one shoe, not meeting his father’s thoughtful gaze.

Marco’s lips thinned into a hard line. Marco Gomez can already see something brewing between his sons, their performances are a little lacking...Jayden in particular has never been good at lying. Letting go his kid’s story, Marco shrugs one arm wrapping around his youngest shoulders. He can feel Jayden tense, as his arm falls and he pets Jayden’s belly, one finger slipping past his navel and pokes him just above his pubis. The heat Marco feels thrills him and he leaves his finger there saying “I can always check son, if you are worried.”

“I was not suggest—that…”

“Nonsense!” Marco cuts him off, as he splays his hand, fingers encircling his sons ample bulge “I am right here...might as well check if you are concerned.”

Jayden gulps, eyes shooting up like flares in the night’s sky aimed at Gino in fear. “Well I...” but he freezes as his Dad’s hand plunges into his sons crotch searching for the two big balls in Jayden’s shorts. His fingers search for them, not finding them at first but then his Dad squeezes hard once he locates the orbs. The pair of recently developing egg shaped orbs hang down much farther than his own. Jayden yelps and jumps away, but the grip is firm, and Jayden can’t get too far.

“There they are,” and Marco bounces them in the palm of his hands. His son’s balls are large, maybe not as large as Gino’s but they are full in his palm. For a moment Marco just enjoys the feeling of them, the weight and texture. He thinks about the conversation he had with Will, and the plan they concocted. Will had been very specific. ‘You have to establish a clear hierarchy. Not just with fear, but with control. Make them understand that every part of them is yours to command.’ He had meant their balls, a symbol of their burgeoning masculinity.

“Dad...please...not, not again...” Jayden whispers, voice soft.

But Marco doesn’t let go. He just squeezes again, a little harder this time, watching Jayden’s face contort in pain. “You see? You’re fine. A little tender, maybe. But fine.” He releases him, and Jayden stumbles back, rubbing himself. “Now, both of you. Firewood. And I mean a lot. We're building a bonfire.”

“Whatever you say, Dad,” Gino says, with a strange smirk.

Gino does not hide his growing excitement, but toys with his lengthening cock eyes on Jayden’s wounded large brown eyes as he cups his nuts protectively. Jayden breathes out, his fear evident when his shoulders seem to sag from not having his balls busted hard. Marco watches him intently, arm still around him and half-hugs Jayden and brings him to his chest kissing the top of his head.

"You’re a good boy."

“Dad!” Jayden tries to push him off but he is smiling now, all traces of fear gone and Marco can’t help but put that fear back for grabbing Jayden’s balls, pulling the scrotum up against his thigh feeling the orbs strain against him. Jayden looks up, eyes wide as his Dad cradles his precious boynuts.

“Ummm...wha—what are you doing?” He asks.

“Checking, son. Just checking.” He says back softly. He gives them a last, gentle squeeze, a reminder of who is in charge. Then he lets go. “Now, go on. Get the wood.”

Jayden scrambles away, eager to put some distance between himself and his father’s wandering hands. He joins Gino, and the two head off into the woods, their footsteps crunching on the dry leaves. Marco watches them go, a satisfied smile on his face. He can hear them whispering to each other as they disappear between the trees. He knows they’re plotting. He’s counting on it.

The forest floor is a carpet of fallen leaves and pine needles. The air is cool and smells of damp earth. Jayden and Gino walk in silence for a few minutes, the only sounds the snapping of twigs under their feet and the distant call of a bird.

”He’s enjoying this way too much,” Jayden says, breaking the silence. He keeps rubbing himself. “Did you see the look on his face? Like he was holding a trophy.”

“Trophies,” Gino corrects and scoffs, kicking at a loose stone. “His small one won’t measure up to ours. Don’t worry, he’ll get what's coming to him. We just have to be smart. He's expecting us to fight each other. He’s not expecting us to fight back together.”

Gino grins, and practices a kick. “His tiny nuts are no match for us!”

Jayden grins, unsure and bits his bottom lip. “I’ll follow your lead.”

“As you should, I am the older brother. And he...will regret that little display in the ocean.” Gino marches back to camp dropping the fire wood in a pile.

Marco already has six hotdogs cooked, Gino is rather impressed but then he spots that his Dad used a portable stove and that seems to explain it. But there is already a mountain of fries next to it and some fresh bottles of coke, sweat already dripping down the sides. Gino decides not to press the issue, and sits down next to Marco taking a huge both of a hotdog in a bun, covered in ketchup.

“It’s good” Gino mumbles, closing his eyes. Savoring each bite, as the juices fill his mouth as he chews. He did not realize how hungry he was.

“I’m going to wash-up in the lake” Jayden says, towel over one shoulder. “Save me one?”

“Maybe!” Gino teases and smacks Jayden on the ass, causing him to jump.

Jayden scolds his older brother with his eyes and tosses him his dirty shirt and shorts, and runs down to the water’s edge flopping into the lake like a fish to water and diving right under in just his underwear.

Gino thinks of going after him, but decides against it, loading up another hotdog and finishing that one in two bites as well.

Watching him pleased, Marco sits back in his camp chair, the blue fabric back creeping, and motions for his son to eat some more. Gino does until he yawns, and stretched coming up to sit next his Dad. Gino lets out a large burp, and says “That was good.”

Marco agrees, and takes a bit of one himself. “You always did have a ravenous hunger.”

Gino nods agreeing, and stands up saying. “Gotta take a piss.” Takes a few steps back and loosens his shorts and drops the down to his thighs. Marco watches as Gino’s lily white ass comes into view and a stream of yellow urine starts shooting out at the fallen leaves. Still holding the coke bottle by the neck, Gino takes a swig, burps again causing his stream to stop and start again.

Marco waits, slowly coming up behind his son staring wide at the large dangling nuts in Gino’s scrotum and reaches out for the hanging fruit. Gino twitches his dick, the nuts softly rolling in their full scrotum before Marco reaches out and grabs Gino’s exposed sack. Gino drops the bottle in surprise, and it rolls away leaking brown liquid as it softly glugs onto the damp Earth as Marco’s fingers sink into Gino's full scrotum.

Gino yips, and shudders “Fuck Dad, get off my balls!” but Marco squeezes harder and Gino’s face grows white, his stream stops immediately.

“You’ve left yourself open.” Marco says quietly, pulling the large scrotum back and up, making the teen tense. “That was a mistake.”

“Let...go.” Gino chokes out, but Marco is not listening. He squeezes again, harder this time and Gino makes a muffled whimpering sound, his legs shaking.

“Never...tell me...what to do.” Marco says with a grunt, and yanks Gino’s balls up and back.

Gino yells in agony, and falls onto his back. Marco doesn’t let go of the scrotum, using it to control his oldest son, the two large orbs rolling in his hand as he pulls Gino to him.

“I...I’m fuck...Dad...I’ll be good.” Gino tries, a small moan coming from him. But it’s too late for apologies. Marco has made up his mind. The sight of Jayden emerging from the lake, his body glistening in the fading light, only fuels Marco’s resolve. He needs to make an example of Gino, a lesson that will stick.

“Dad, stop it!” Jayden yells, running towards them. Jayden’s wet underwear clings to him like a second skin, and he tries to put himself between hid Dad and brother as he looks over his shoulder at Gino watching his Dad's hand gripping Gino’s groin, fingers locked into place in a classic nutclaw. “You okay” Jayden asks feeling silly for asking and not noticing as he crotches down to check on Gino that his Dad’s free hand slips between his legs and fumbles to grasp his balls as well.

Marco’s searching fingers lock on to his youngest set, like a homing missile on its target and seizes his opportunity to grab Jayden’s sack as well. Jayden looks up, eyes meeting his older brother’s as Marco's fingers slip into a firm hold on his balls.

“Oh shit!” Jayden whispers, as Marco slowly squeezes his youngest testicles. Marco has both boys now in nutclaws, and this could not be going any better for him.

“I told you both to listen,” Marco says, his voice a low growl. “But you didn’t. You thought you could outsmart me. Plot behind my back. Well, look at you now. Both of you. At my mercy.”

He tightens his grip, and both boys groan in unison. He can feel the difference between them, the size and shape of their testicles in his palms. Gino’s are larger, softer, more pliant. Jayden's are just a bit smaller, firmer, and maybe more resilient. But both are vulnerable, both sacks far out match his own.

“Please, Dad…” Gino whimpers, his face pale and slick with sweat as something stirs upwards, like a rising mast away from his father’s nutclaw that painfully has his trapped testicles. “My…my balls…”

“Shut up,” Marco says, and gives Gino’s balls a hard squeeze, making him yelp. He looks over at Jayden, who is staring at him with a mixture of fear and defiance. “And you. You thought you could team up against me? You thought you could take me down?”

Jayden doesn’t answer, just glares at him. But Marco can see the fear in his eyes, the way his body is trembling. He knows he has him.

“I’m going to make you an offer,” Marco says, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“What—what offer?” Jayden asks, voice hoarse.

Concentrating on his youngest for a moment, he focuses in on his testicles, thumb rubbing the tops of the curved orbs, as his four other fingers squish the sack from the bottom. Jayden fights back a moan trying to give his Dad his full attention and not his pulsing boyhood. “The offer is this...I will let one of you go. The other, will get what is coming to them.”

Gino’s eyes widen in panic. Jayden, however, sees an opportunity. He looks from his father’s face to Gino's, a flicker of something—calculation, maybe even greed—in his eyes.

“Let me go,” Jayden says, his voice steady. “I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll be your right-hand man. I'll help you keep Gino in line. Promise.”

Marco raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the shift in the power dynamic. He’s always known Jayden was the more cunning of the two, the more adaptable. He’s the survivor.

“And what about Gino?” Marco asks, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

“He gets what he deserves,” Jayden says, without hesitation.

Gino stares at his brother, his face a mask of disbelief and betrayal.
“You…you wouldn’t…”

Jayden just shrugs, a cold, hard glint in his eyes. “Sorry, bro. It’s every man for himself, now.”

Marco laughs, a harsh, grating sound. He likes this. He likes the way the tables have turned, the way the brothers are now turning on each other.

“I don’t believe you...” moans Gino, but Marco squeezes his nuts harder, pinning each orb against the twin and mashes the nuts until Gino squeaks out. “Fuck...fuck....Dad’s...got my bare balls....” he says to Jayden, trying to make him see reason.

“He does, doesn’t he” Jayden looks down with a smile. “He does. But...your nuts are safe for now, bro. Because I’m on Dad’s side.”

“Jayden...”

But it's too late. Marco has made his decision. He lets go of Jayden, who stumbles back, a look of relief on his face. He turns his full attention to Gino, who is now completely at his mercy.

“You should have been nicer to your brother, Gino,” Marco says, as he pulls him to his feet. “You should have learned to share from when you were a kid, of course he is going to side with me.”

He drags Gino over to a nearby tree, the one Jayden was leaning against earlier. He pushes him against it, his rough hands yanking at Gino’s shorts, forcing them to the floor of the forest.

“Ohhh shit…Dad, what…what are you going to do?” Gino groans, but Marco is not listening. He pulls Gino’s shorts down to his ankles, leaving him fully exposed and vulnerable. His large balls, the very thing he is so proud of, are now on full display.

Marco grabs them again, this time with both hands. He lifts them, feeling their weight in his palms. He can feel the tension in Gino's body, the way he’s trying to pull away, but there's no escape. Marco’s eyes brighten as Gino's chubby, starts to rise and he goes to mention it when Jayden grabs his father’s shoulders and lifts his own knee up and slams it up between Marco’s vulnerable thighs.

The dull thud echoes around the campfire, as a spark crackles in the small blaze and Marco's mouth falls open and he looks down at Jayden’s knee nestled painfully between his legs. Marco’s scrotum and small sausage link are smooshed against his pelvis, as his small raisins throb with painful hard pulses.

“Jayden...” Marco whines his hands loosening on Gino’s balls.

Gino pulls away, leaving Marco to hold his own junk as Jayden knees him again.

“I’m not on your side Dad, not after today.” Jayden says, as he knees his father again from behind. The hard whoosh of air tingles Marco’s leg hairs before the hard thud, and small clunk of his groin snap a painful gasp from his him.

Marco crumples to the ground, a silent scream trapped in his throat. He looks up at Jayden, his eyes wide with disbelief. But Jayden is not looking at him. He is looking at Gino, who is now pulling up his shorts, a look of pure fury on his face.

“That’s right Dad, he’s my best friend…of course we are against you.” Gino says as he stands over his father. “And we tricked you.”

Jayden just shrugs, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, sorry about that.” Jayden doesn’t look a bit sorry at all. “You had it coming for today.”

“You’re both going to regret this,” Marco manages to gasp out, his face a mask of pain. But they don’t hear him. They are already walking away, their backs to him, and their heads together, whispering.

 

Later that night, the brothers sit by the bonfire, its flames casting dancing shadows on their faces. Marco is in his tent, the zipper zipped tight, a thin wall of nylon separating him from the world. He can hear them talking, their voices a low murmur. He can hear them laughing, the sound sharp and cruel. He knows they are planning. He knows they are coming for him.

Marco lies on his sleeping bag, his body still aching from Jayden's attack. He tries to sleep, but sleep won't come. He is too wired, too alert. He is a cornered animal, waiting for the predators to strike.

Marco hears a rustling outside his tent, the sound of a zipper being slowly, carefully, opened. He holds his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He can feel the presence of someone outside, a shadow in the darkness. He can smell the wood smoke on their clothes, the faint, sweet scent of the night air.

The zipper stops, half open. A sliver of the outside world is visible, a patch of inky blackness pricked with the silver light of the stars. Marco waits, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. He knows what's coming. He knows it’s only a matter of time.

The silhouette of a head blocks the sliver of light. A whisper, barely audible.

“Dad?”

It’s Gino. The voice is different now. Not the taunting, arrogant tone from earlier. This is something else. Something sly.

“Got a minute?”

Marco doesn’t answer. He lies perfectly still, feigning sleep, his eyes slitted open, watching the dark shape. He can hear the soft rustle of fabric as Gino slips inside the tent, the nylon sighing as it settles around him. The air grows thick with the smell of teenage boy and the lingering scent of the bonfire.

Gino moves with a surprising grace, his bare feet making no sound on the groundsheet. He kneels beside Marco’s sleeping form, a looming presence in the close darkness. Marco can feel the heat radiating from him, can hear the soft, rhythmic sound of his breathing.

He feels a hand on his shoulder, a light, tentative touch. “Dad?” Gino whispers again, his voice a puff of warm air against Marco's ear. “I know you’re awake.”

Marco’s body tenses. Trying to stay still, Marco does nothing.

Gino’s hand slides down from Marco’s shoulder, tracing a path down his chest, over his stomach, coming to rest just above the waistband of his shorts. Marco holds his breath, waiting for the inevitable assault. He’s braced for the pain, the sharp, sickening impact he knows is coming.

But it doesn’t come.

Instead, Gino’s fingers slip under the elastic of his shorts, a gentle, almost intimate touch. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against father’s ear. “You…thought we were done, Dad? Not by a long-shot.”

Marco’s blood runs cold. He feels a knot of ice form in his stomach. He opens his eyes, turning to look at Gino. In the dim light, he can see the glint of excitement in his son’s eyes, the cruel smirk twisting his lips.

“You see, Dad,” Gino continues, his fingers still resting tantalizingly close to Marco’s groin, as he watches him closely. Leaning back a bit Gino continues, a look of pure contempt on his face. “But you made a mistake. You picked on the wrong brothers. You thought we’d turn on each other. But we are a team…and no one, I repeat no one gets to bust Jayden’s nuts…but me.”

Marco’s mind is racing. He can’t seem to think a way out of this, everything is happening too fast.

“So,” Gino says, his voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper. “Here's the deal. We're going to play a little game. A game of our own. And you’re going to play by our rules, you won’t have any other choice.”

He finally makes his move, his fingers closing around Marco’s scrotum, a firm, unyielding grip. Marco flinches, a gasp escaping his lips. It’s not as hard as the squeeze he gave Jayden earlier, but it’s just as effective, a clear assertion of dominance.

“I'm going to give you a choice, Dad,” Marco says. “Either I get to steal a load from these...little balls. Or Jayden does?”

He tightens his grip slightly, and Marco groans, his body arching involuntarily.

“You...make me...what?” Marco asks, heart racing, as Gino rolls his marbles, and squeezes the small orbs between thumb and forefinger. The other free take a little break. Marco feels total embarrassment as Gino crushes his nuts flat. Marco bucks his hips, but Gino’s free hand grasps his penis and starts to stimulate little sucker.

“Does it get bigger when it's hard?” Gino asks, more to himself.

“Oh son...you can’t be...oooo, shit...serious? Not so hard...my balls.”

Gino leans in and whispers, “That’s the best part.”

Just then, the tent zipper is pulled all the way open, and Jayden slips inside, a mischievous grin on his face. He’s holding something in his hand. Marco squints, trying to make it out in the faint light.

“So, what’s the verdict?” Jayden asks, his eyes glinting with excitement. “Did he pick you?”

Gino lets go of Marco’s dick, but keeps a firm grip on his balls. He looks at Jayden, then at Marco, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across his face.

“Why choose?” he says. “We can both have a turn.”

He lets go of Marco’s balls, and Marco breathes a sigh of relief. But it’s short lived. Gino and Jayden are on him in a flash, their hands all over him, pulling at his shorts, and slipping them down his legs.

“No...stop...I’m going to get your balls instead” Marco protests, and launches a kick at Jayden who just dodges out of the way. Gino flips him onto his back.

“Stay still!” Marco fights on, legs flailing and lands a lucky punch in Gino's abdomen. He coughs, and folds as his Dad tries to get the upper hand but Jayden is back grabbing his legs, kneeling on the end of his sleeping bag between his legs, a look of fierce determination on his face.

“Wait...Jayden, let's talk...”

Jayden does not and fires a foot up and into Marco’s groin. His foot lands, and Marco groans out loud.

“You should have stayed out of my room,” Jayden says, and kicks him again. And again.

Gino recovers, and says “Nice bro” and grabs his Dad's dick again and starts to wiggle the little worm.

“We’ve got you now” Gino says, a cruel smile on his face. He turns to Jayden. “Get the duct tape.”

“I don’t think we need it.” Jayden says, keeping his foot firmly against Marco’s small bump in his underwear, Jayden rolls the small marbles underneath his bare foot. Marco can feel his balls pounding away in pain against Jayden’s forceful foot and throws his head back and groans.

“Alright, alright! I’m sorry.”

Jayden smiles at Gino and says, “Now we are getting somewhere.”

Gino takes and brushes Jayden aside, and uses his naked foot to press down firmly on the little bulge in Marco’s underwear. He looks down and watches the fabric give way under the pressure as he presses down more. “He’s not hard anymore” Gino says, and lifts his foot and stomps down again.

Marco groans, trying to hold back the tears, but he can feel them pricking at the corners of his eyes. He’s never felt so helpless, so humiliated in front of his kids. He’s the one who’s supposed to be in charge, the one who's supposed to be dishing out the punishment. But now the tables have turned, and he’s the one at their mercy.

Gino leans over him, his face inches from Marco's. “Now, about that choice,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Who gets to milk you? Me or Jayden?”

He takes Marco’s dick in his hand, stroking it gently, teasingly. “Or maybe,” he says, his eyes twinkling with mischief, “We could take turns. I could get you started, and Jayden could finish you off. Or maybe,” he says, his smile widening, “we could both do it at the same time. And you didn’t think I was good at sharing!”

Marco feels a small twinge in his cock, “Son...sons...you can’t to your old man.” Marco says, trying to reason with them.

“Can’t we?” Jayden asks, moving closer. He takes his Dad’s face in his hands, forcing him to look at him. “You didn’t have a problem when it was you hitting us in the balls. Right Dad? In fact, you seemed to enjoy it.”

Gino leans in closer, his lips coming off his teeth as he growls. “So, what’s it going to be, Dad? Are you going to be a good boy and do what we say? Or are we going to have to get rough?”

Gino stops stroking him and gives Marco's balls a light squeeze. “Just a reminder of what’s at stake,” he says, a cold, hard glint in his eyes.

Marco looks from Gino to Jayden, their faces a mask of defiance and determination. He knows he’s trapped. He knows he has no choice.

“Okay,” he says, his voice barely a whisper defeated. “Okay...I’ll be...good.”

“That’s what we like to hear,” Jayden says, a triumphant smile on his face. He lets go of Marco’s face and leans back, giving Gino a nod.

Gino resumes his stroking, this time with a little more pressure, a little more purpose. He can feel Marco's cock starting to harden in his hand, despite the pain, despite the humiliation.

“Oh man...you are good at that.” Marco admits.

Gino smiles at Jayden and winks, “I’ve had a bit of practice.” The older teen flexes one arm and grabs his own cock pulling it free and slaps it against Marco’s small cock and stares in disbelief. Gino’s cock covers his own, dwarfing his own and Marco's mouth runs dry.

“Damn bro...You are so much bigger than him!” Jayden can’t help but giggle. Marco feels hot under the collar and starts to struggle.

“Enough...I said I’d be good” Marco protests and tries to push Gino’s massive erection away. “You...oooo...don’t have to...show off.”

But Gino shoves him back down, and Jayden straddles Marco's chest, pinning his arms to his sides with his knees. “We’re not done yet, Dad,” Jayden says, his voice a low.

Gino adds “We’re just getting started.”

Gino continues to stroke him, his movements becoming more and more confident. Marco can feel the pleasure building inside him, a dangerous, treacherous thing. He tries to fight it, to push it away, but it's too strong. He's at their mercy, completely and utterly at their mercy.

“Oh...son...Gino...that feels so good.” Marco pants.

“I know it does,” Gino says, a smirk on his face. “I know exactly what you like. Like father like son, Dad. Your cock may be small....but it works just like ours.”

Gino leans around his brother, and comes in closer, his lips brushing against Marco’s ear “I know that you are going to make a small puddle. I bet that you can’t even shoot with that little water pistol. I’m amazed we were even born!”

He tightens his grip on Marco’s cock, stroking him faster and faster. Marco can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable.

And then he’s there, Marco’s body convulses, as a strangled groan escaping his lips. He can feel the hot, sticky fluid spilling out of him, pooling on his stomach.

Gino lets go of him, a look of total surprise on his face.

“Holy shit...he’s still going.” Gino watches as his father grips himself, arms tensing as he masturbates himself finishing his orgasm as the spurts flood between his abdomen and slip over pooling down both side.

Giving Marco's nuts a hard twist, Marco grunts shooting off some more.

“Fuck...that's how he made us with Mom” Gino’s smile is so wide. “He flooded her with his jizz.”

“Gross” Jayden says, but anyone can see that he is rather impressed by his father’s showing.

Marco moans as his balls are harshly squeezed harder. Gino busies himself separating Marco’s drained gonads and presses his thumb directly into the center of both orbs. Immediately Marco's nuts warp around the pressure, and as Marco's cock gives off the last drop the old man hollers out as Gino bares down on his empty family jewels. Jayden stands to the side mostly grimacing as Gino finishes his father off.

“We done now, bro?” Jayden asks.

“Almost...” Gino gets a smile in before he grabs Jayden's shorts and yanks them done.

“Wait...I thought we were going to be a team!” Jayden’s voice starts to rise, but Gino does not go for his balls, but his dick. Gino starts to masturbate Jayden, with slow steady strokes and Jayden’s tense face relaxes and he goes “Oh...Oh...Gino...” he can feel his long tube start to plump up in his older brother’s grasp.

“We have to show the old man...just how big his sons really are.”

Jayden’s eyes start to widen, and Gino comes in close, bringing his cock up to his brother's crossing the swords, and Jayden giggles once. Then moans, hands reaching up and grabbing the back of his neck as he flexes.

“Oh man, I’m...shit. That is starting to feel good.”

Helpless below his sons, Marco watches as his two teens sons show off in a display of brotherly affection.

Marco’s mind struggles to process the scene. He’d imagined a hundred different ways this weekend could go, but this… this was a horrifying, devastating evening that he couldn’t have conceived of in his darkest moments. He tries to move, to speak, to assert some semblance of paternal authority, but he’s pinned, a spectator in his own defeat by his sons.

“Gino… Jayden…” His voice is a hoarse rasp, swallowed by the sounds of their breathing and the slick rhythm of Gino’s hand.

Jayden looks down at him, a dazed, blissed-out expression on his face. “Don’t interfere, Dad,” he pants. “You’re gonna see something...ugh...soon.” Jayden shakes, and his forehead smooths as he coos, heat rising between his spread thighs.

And what a show it is. Gino, with the confidence of a seasoned performer, is orchestrating the entire affair. His other hand, the one not occupied with Jayden, snakes down and starts working his own formidable cock again, keeping it at a proud, jutting angle. He looks from Jayden’s face to Marco’s, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.

“See this, Dad?” he says, tapping the engorged head of his own cock against Jayden’s. “This is what a real man looks like. Something you’ve never been.”

Marco’s face falls, and Gino purposely gets down on his knees, pulling Jayden beside him with Marco in the middle as quick fap, fap, fap, echoes in the clearing. The sounds of grinding meat, and the tender flopping of his sons balls against their thighs echoes his own small short cumming. And with his cock wilted, and shrunken Marco looks even smaller than before.

“We are going to make a mess all over you Dad” Gino says, his breathing starting to grow ragged.

“We...are?” Jayden pants, his arms rubbing his thighs in anticipation, the growing need in him stopping his usual

“Bro...” Gino says “We splatter right on him.” he whispers.

Jayden gulps “Are you—sure?” his breath is coming fast, and Gino slows down his hand, moving slower from tip to base, and squeezes the engorged head causing Jayden to close his eyes on contact.

“Yes bro, right on top of his little worm.”

Marco blinks “You...wouldn’t...son...” His pleas go on deaf ears.

Gino leans in close to Jayden, their foreheads almost touching. “Together,” he whispers, the command more potent than any shout.

It’s a strange, synchronized dance of self-pleasure. Both boys’ hands move faster, their breathing becoming shallow and erratic. Marco can only watch, a living canvas for their impending masterpiece of conquest. He closes his eyes, a final, futile attempt to preserve some shred of dignity, but a sharp tug on his ear from Gino forces them open again.

“No,” Gino grunts. “Watch.”

Marco can’t stand the idea of this, of his sons overpowering him this badly and with the last of his strength he notices Jayden’s boynuts tucked, and cradled against his cock and Gino’s his own nads starting to tighten and he reaches up and grabs his boy’s low hanging fruit. Jayden’s eyes open in alarm as his father’s finger find their way again to his sensitive boys and he tenses as Marco squeezes the contents of his sack. Gino spots Jayden’s obvious discomfort just as his father crushes his own slightly bigger balls than Jayden, he figured it was Jayden’s wondering hands rolling his big fat nuts...but no such luck. With a sharp yelp, Gino looks down and sees his father's hand clutching his brother's balls. With the element of surprise on Marco's side he crushes his kids balls, his arm muscles bulging as he uses all his strength to squeezes his boy’s boyhoods in his fists and end this once and for all.

Gino grunts but keeps masturbating his young brother and himself, the need to finsh overwhelming despite his younger brother’s eyes crossing as his Dad’s hand squishes his nuts.

The pain is immense for Jayden, a searing, white-hot agony that threatens to eclipse the pleasure building in his groin. He looks down at his father’s hand, the knuckles white with the effort, and then back up at Gino's face, a silent plea in his eyes.

Gino meets his gaze, and for a moment, Marco thinks he’s won. He thinks he’s broken them, that the pain will make them falter. But then Gino’s expression hardens, a look of fierce determination replacing the brief flicker of doubt.

He shifts his weight, freeing one hand, and brings it down, not on Marco, but on Jayden’s chest, a reassuring, grounding touch. “Don’t… let him win,” he grunts, his voice strained with effort. “Don’t you dare.”

And with that, he redoubles his efforts, his hand flying up and down Jayden’s cock, the movements almost a blur. The pleasure and the pain become a confusing, overwhelming maelstrom, a sensory overload that threatens to tear him apart.

Marco can feel the struggle in Jayden’s body through his groin, the way he’s torn between the two conflicting sensations. He squeezes harder, trying to tip the scales, to force a surrender.

“My balls....Dad...shit...Gino he has them....my balls!!!” Jayden’s erection stays strained, but Marco has him fiercely in hand, and Gino is handling his own nuts pain better and maybe it’s because his love of ballbusting pushes him further that he feels the pulse continuing to build.

“He won’t stop me from...having ...a...cum...I’m going to cum, Dad.”

“No...you won’t!” Marco twists Gino's balls, and his face shows the strain but his cock jerks, a bead of sweat rolling down his pec, stopping at the nipple and quivers just like he does. Marco can tell how close he really is. Jayden whines, as another twist on his nuts sends a shiver through him that seems to be just what he needed as well, his nuts bouncing in his sac as Marco’s fingers roll them around.

“He’s t—twisting them... I can’t….uuuugh take it.” Jayden moans.

“I know bro, just hold on.” Gino’s face is contorted in pain and pleasure, a mix that Marco finds both fascinating and terrifying. He can see the struggle in his son's eyes, the way he's fighting to maintain control, to push through the pain and claim his victory.

And then, it happens.

Gino lets out a strangled cry, a sound that’s part pain, part triumph. His body convulses, a series of violent shudders that wrack him from head to toe. Marco feels a surge of hot, sticky fluid hit his chest, a direct, undeniable statement of dominance.

Gino's knees go weak, and he collapses onto Marco, a dead weight of sweat and satisfaction. Marco can feel the hot breath of his son on his neck, the rapid, frantic beat of his heart against his chest.

“I...win...” Gino gasps, his voice a hoarse whisper.

But the victory is short lived. As Gino collapses, Jayden, fueled by a mix of pain and a desperate, primal need to not be outdone, finds a surge of adrenaline. Jayden thrusts his cock, in and out of his brother’s grip. Even after coming down from his high, Gino maintains his steady jerking away at Jayden's throbbing erection. Jayden groans, but at the sound his father's slams his thumb into his ball crushing nut claw powering his thumb in and out, in quick succession right into Jayden’s bloated right testicle. Jayden’s mouth falls open, bottom lip quivering as he is silenced from his father's latest attempt to crush his boynuts.

“Dad...let up on Jayden balls” Gino groans, one hand now protectively shielding his own aching nuggets as he pumps Jayden’s cock further, but Jayden seems to be paralyzed in the grip of his Dad’s ball grab. As Marco increases the pressure, Jayden’s face begins to flush, a deep, mottled red. His eyes, wide with panic, dart from Marco’s face to Gino's, a silent, desperate plea for help.

“OHHH….oh Ohhh..nnng...Dad...” he whimpers, his voice a thin, reedy thing. “My balls...god...Fu…my balls...”

But Marco is beyond listening. He’s caught up in the moment, the thrill of the fight, the desperate need to reclaim some semblance of this night. He can feel Jayden’s right plump nut pulsing under his thumb, a frantic, trapped thing, and he knows he has him. He knows he can’t cum…not whin his grip is so tight. Marco holds on, he has perfected this particular nut claw from when he was young...it seems to do the trick just fine.

Gino looks from Jayden’s pained face to Marco’s determined one, and a slow, cold smile spreads across his lips. He sees an opportunity, a way to turn the tables once and for all. He lets go of Jayden’s cock, much to Jayden’s dismay, and lunges for Marco’s free hand.

“Let go of him, you old bastard,” Gino growls, his fingers closing around Marco’s wrist. He pulls with all his might, trying to break Marco’s grip on Jayden’s balls.

But Marco is stronger than he looks, fueled by a lifetime of pent up frustration and a desperate need to assert his authority. He holds on, his knuckles white, his face a mask of grim determination.

“Never” he grunts, his eyes locked on Jayden’s. “You’re going to learn a lesson you'll never forget.”

“Let my brother go!” Gino yells, his voice raw with fury. He puts all his weight into it, his muscles straining, and his face contorted with effort. He can feel Marco’s grip starting to loosen, the pressure on Jayden’s balls starting to ease.

But Marco is not ready to give up. He tightens his grip, a final, desperate attempt to crush Jayden's testicles in adolescence, and just when his nuts have started to droop. He can feel the delicate membrane start to give smoosh between his fingers.

Jayden lets out a strangled groan, its quiet and his body droops as he falls to his knees.

“My nuts...” Jayden’s dark eyes cross and bites his lip. Then his cock wiggles in air, slowly pulsing by itself. The spasms causing heat to come back to his loins and Jayden can feel the upcoming orgasm building. He can’t hold back, a strangled cry as hot, thick streams of cum arc through the air, landing on Marco’s chest and stomach. It’s a painful, forced release, a betrayal of his own body, a final, humiliating act of surrender. But it also gives him back some power, and as Marco watches his son’s cum pool on his own chest he is so distracted by the sheer volume of it that he loosens his hold and Jayden’s nuts slip free.

Jayden doubles over, his hands clutching his aching balls, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips. He can feel the throbbing pain, a deep, bone-rattling ache that seems to radiate through his entire body. But he also feels a strange sense of relief, a release of tension that’s been building for days. Gino carefully holding Jayden’s nuts feeling the small spasms, as his body jerks out three more powerful blasts of semen, and Jayden feels safe with his balls in Gino’s grasp at last.

Gino looks down at Jayden, a mix of concern and triumph in his eyes. “You okay, little bro?” he asks, his voice softening slightly.

Jayden nods, unable to speak, his face a mask of pain and exhaustion as his hips slide in and out of Gino’s hand, a rough pained grunt bursts between Jayden’s lips. His older brother pumps him some more, his pace quickens over Jayden’s straining erection, the curved rod poised and ready. The completion of Jayden's orgasm is overwhelming to the younger brother and he grunts as few more tiny drops spill forth, his body wracked with tremors. Jayden gasps, his body stilling and he twitches once before a final shot of white fluid is squeezed out his cock.

The younger brother’s warm dark eyes soften, as his rigidity in his cock starts to wane. Gino still jerks him a few more long strokes, causing Jayden to shudder.

“Bro” croaks Jayden, his sensitive tip causing him to shake as Gino squeezes it.

“Impressive…quite the stud, Jayden.”

Panting, Jayden grabs onto his brother’s shoulder as he sighs looking down at himself and Gino’s fist slowly still sliding along his pole.

“Fuck…Gino that…that was, really good.” Jayden’s voice hitches, goes up an octave that he can’t help and Gino chuckles. Gino slips Jayden’s nuts around in their skin flap, easily sliding the big nuts between his fingers. They are Gino’s favorite pair, and being so close to Jayden and holding his privates like this…gives him ideas. He refuses to do more, as his father is still watching but Gino can’t help as he slides Jayden’s boynuts around that he wishes to do more to the impressive family fruit that he holds in his hands. He thinks about just squeezing them again to feel Jayden’s testicles squish in his grasp.

“Hey…get off of me!” Marco pushes Gino, and Jayden away, a surge of adrenaline propelling him. He’s on his feet in a flash, a cornered, wounded animal lashing out in a final, desperate bid for freedom. He stumbles towards the tent flap, his movements clumsy, uncoordinated. He can feel the sticky residue of his sons' conquests cooling on his skin, a humiliating, visceral reminder of his defeat.

He’s almost there, almost out, when a foot shoots out, plowing deep into the small mound at the ring of his pants. The toes hit him hard, nuts squished against his pelvis and his last minute rush to escape is broken as he falls to his knees. A shadow falls over him, as Gino gets closer putting one hand on his shoulder.

“Where do you think you’re going, Dad?” Gino’s voice is a low growl, a predator’s purr. He’s standing over him, a menacing silhouette against the flickering bonfire light.

Marco looks up, his heart pounding in his chest. He can see Jayden behind Gino, slowly getting to his feet, a pained but determined look on his face. Jayden’s knees wobble, and falls back to his knees, his hands slowly grabbing his bare nuts, his brows crease and he fights a moan that comes out regardless of his efforts. Marco feels his own fingers wrapping around his scrotum, and he can’t help but notice the similarities between him and his youngest, but Jayden’s hands cupping his privates seem fuller, and he can’t help but feel another flicker of jealousy over what he has…and what he wishes he didn’t.

Gino’s foot comes up quick and he strikes Marco on the chest leaving him to fall as he releases his Dads shoulder. Marco lands on his back winded, and Gino mounts him, dragging down his pants and underwear and one hard pull.

“One more thing before this night ends” Gino takes out his own thick tube and lays his still firm erection against his father’s rather unimpressive penis.

Marcos eyes widen, and he goes to protest but Gino calls over his shoulder “Jayden come here. It’s time for a family portrait.” Gino half grins, as Marco connects where this is going.

“You…son, that’s…no…”

Jayden fights his pain, to slowly stand. He grunts, bends over groaning. “My boynuts…they still…ache, a lot…but I’ll get there.”

Marco tries to move, but Gino captures Marco’s nuts, thumbs poised and he raises one dark eyebrow eyes staring deep into his father’s. “Sure you want to do that?” Gino’s thumb twitch and Marco tenses for things to get worse.

Swallowing hard, he says “Just…get it over with.”

Stepping up, Jayden spots his brother’s idea and he snickers. “You really want me to put my…you know, next to Dads?”

“Yeah, that way we can show him how small he really is.”

Jayden shakes his head, and bites his lip a little embarrassed by this very idea. Things have gone nowhere near where Jayden thought that this weekend away would go.

“Well…maybe just for a second.”

Jayden slowly goes to his knees, wincing as his nuts bang against his thighs. He sucks in a breath, and Gino rubs his back.

“Almost there bro. Put your cock here…right on Dad’s pelvis…so he can really see for himself how big we are.”

Jayden swallows hard again, and follows his brother’s instructions and holds his plumped up rod and lowers it down gently next his Dads. The heat between the three Gomez’s is intense in the little tent, and Jayden closes his eyes for a moment before he lines himself up so they can all see.

Gino lets go of Marco’s nuts and leans over and grabs Marco’s phone.

“Say cheese!”

“Don’t you dare!” Marco squirms, and Jayden goes to pull away.

“No! None of that!” Gino pushes both of them down, and holds them firmly with one hand and aims with the other.

FLASH!

The bright light illuminates the three penises. A father, with his severally below average sized limp penis lying next to the massive erection of Gino’s and Jayden’s still impressive half-mast cock.

FLASH!

Gino takes another photo.

“I’ve always wanted one of these pictures. This will come in handy I think” Gino says, with a smile that is both cruel and satisfied. He looks at the photo, the contrast a stark, undeniable truth. He zooms in, focusing on the three shafts, a visual hierarchy of masculinity that leaves Marco at the bottom.

“I think this one is going to be my new wallpaper,” he says, a smug look on his face. “Or maybe I'll just set it as the lock screen. That way, every time I look at my phone, I'll be reminded of this little family bonding moment between us three.”

He looks down at Marco, a look of pure victory in his eyes.

Jayden can’t help it as his cock grows a bit more, and he stiffens up against his Dad’s belly. He’s not as big as Gino…but he’s getting closer. Gino nods, looking impressed.

“Almost as big as me…maybe someday soon little bro, you will be even bigger” Gino says.

“Th—thanks Gino.” Jayden mumbles embarrassed. Marco’s face burns with shame. He’s never felt so small, so insignificant, so utterly outdone. He’s a joke, a pathetic, washed-up version of a man, and now, thanks to Gino’s phone, he has a permanent, digital record of his inadequacy.

“Son...” his voice light. The voice nothing but a hoarse, broken whisper. “Delete it. Gino, you have to.”

Gino just laughs, a harsh, grating sound that echoes in the close confines of the tent. “No way, Dad. This is too good. This is leverage. This is insurance.”

Jayden looks at Gino, a flicker of unease in his eyes. He’s enjoyed the power shift, the thrill of turning the tables on their father, but this... this feels different. This feels cruel.

“Gino,” he says, his voice hesitant. “Maybe that’s enough. We made our point.”

Gino looks at him, a cold, hard glint in his eyes. “No, Jayden. We haven’t. Not yet. He needs to learn. He needs to understand that he can’t just mess with us, that there are consequences if he tries.”

He turns back to Marco, a predatory smile on his face. “And this,” he says, holding up the phone, “Is exactly what we need. Or next time you get fresh…this will go to your little friend group. The ones you play cards with.”

Gino grins wider, all his teeth visible and then he grabs Marco’s nutsack fingers gripping the small acorns in hand and bares down. Marco’s eyes give him one pleasing look, before the pain hits him.

Jayden watches the pained expression on his father’s face, and a strange mix of emotions washes over him. There's satisfaction, a sense of justice served, but there's also a flicker of something else, something that feels a lot like pity.

But the pity is fleeting, replaced by a surge of resentment. He remembers the fear, the humiliation, and the searing pain of his ‘father’s lessons.’ He remembers the way Marco used to look at him, a mix of contempt and excitement in his eyes, as he squeezed and twisted, as he pushed him to the brink of passing out.

And he realizes, with a sudden, startling clarity, that he’s not done yet either. He’s not ready to forgive, or forget. He wants more.

“Gino” he says, Jayden’s voice a low growl. “Let me have one of those.”

Gino looks at him, a look of surprise on his face, but then he sees the look in Jayden's eyes, the dark, simmering rage, and he understands. He smiles, a slow, knowing smile, and let’s go of Marco’s right ball.

“Be my guest,” he says, and gestures for Jayden to join.

Jayden doesn’t hesitate. He moves with a newfound confidence, a sense of purpose that's both terrifying and exhilarating. Jayden snatches up Marco’s right testicle and locks it tight in his grip.

“Got it.”

“Yeah, you do bro” Gino says. “Who do you think can crush Dads nut better. Me or you?”

Jayden smiles, “I guess…we find out!” and Jayden squeezes.

The world narrows to a single, excruciating point of pressure. Marco’s vision tunnels, the flickering orange of the bonfire outside and the dim blue of the phone screen blurring into a single, nauseating medley. He tries to scream, but only a strangled, wet gasp escapes his lips. The pain is a white hot fire, a searing agony that threatens to consume him whole.

Marco can feel their hands on him, two separate points of pressure, two different kinds of pain. Gino’s grip is strong, confident, a steady, crushing force that seems to be trying to grind his testicle into dust. Jayden’s, on the other hand, is more tentative, a hesitant, exploratory pressure that's almost worse in its unpredictability. He can feel the younger boy’s fingers trembling, the uncertainty of his grip a strange, unsettling counterpoint to the overwhelming pain.

“Who’s winning, Dad?” Gino's voice is a low growl, a predator’s purr in his ear. “Is it me? Or is it my little brother you always underestimate?”

Jayden doesn’t say anything. He just squeezes, a little harder this time, a little more bounce in his fingers. He can feel the delicate membrane of his father's testicle starting to give, the small, firm orb starting to warp and deform under the pressure. He can feel the power, the absolute, undeniable hold he has over the man who tormented him in the ocean earlier.

“He’s getting soft, Gino,” Jayden says, his voice a hoarse whisper. “I can feel his…. His testicle…it’s like... a grape.”

Marco’s body convulses, a series of violent, uncontrolled shudders. He can feel the bile rising in his throat, a sour, acidic burn that mixes with the taste of his own blood. He’s going to be sick. He’s going to pass out at the hands of his own sons.

“Gino…” he manages to gasp out, the name a desperate, broken plea. “Gino, I’m…your Dad…please”

Gino leans in closer, his breath hot against Marco’s ear. “Please what, Dad? Please stop? Please make it hurt more? Please... what?”

Marco can’t answer. He’s trapped, a prisoner in his own body, a spectator to his own torture. He can only endure, can only hope for a mercy he knows he doesn’t deserve.

And then, as suddenly as it began, it's over.

Gino lets go, his fingers uncurling from around Marco’s testicle. Jayden follows suit, a look of surprise and disappointment on his face. Marco collapses, a limp, lifeless heap on the groundsheet. He can feel the blood rushing back into his groin, a tingling, agonizing sensation that's almost as bad as the initial pain.

“So?” Jayden asks, his voice eager, a little too eager. “Who won?”

Gino looks down at Marco, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I don't know,” he says, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across his lips. “I think it was a tie. What do you think, Dad?”

Marco can only groan, a low, guttural sound of pure, unadulterated agony.

“I think he agrees,” Gino says, a triumphant glint in his eyes. He looks at Jayden, a new respect in his gaze. “You're a natural, little bro. You’ve got the touch.”

Jayden flushes, a mix of pride and embarrassment coloring his cheeks. “I just did what you did,” he mumbles, his gaze fixed on the ground. “I mean…you taught me how, you know?”

“Yeah, but you got me good when we first started experimenting. That Christmas man…fuck. Your fingerprints are still all over my balls” Gino says rubbing his sack.

“Yours too” Jayden admits remembering his first orgasm…by his older brother.

Gino reaches over grabbing Jayden’s cock and fingers the mushroom head, his eyes like dark pools as he says “Let’s…give Dad some space. We can, finish off before we hit the sack…heh, see what I did there.”

Jayden moans, as Gino’s touch deepens and he leaks a drop of clear pre-cum on his Dads belly.

“Ok…sure.”

Gino smiles and squeezes Jayden’s erection a little, loving it as Jayden whimpers. “Follow me” Gino says gently tugging on Jayden’s dick.

Jayden, with a final, conflicted glance at Marco, allows himself to be led from the tent. The night air is cool against his skin, a welcome relief from the suffocating heat of their earlier exertions. The bonfire has died down to a bed of glowing embers, casting long, dancing shadows across the clearing.

Gino leads him to a fallen log, its surface worn smooth by time and the elements. He sits down, patting the space beside him. “Here,” he says, his voice soft, a stark contrast to the harsh, commanding tone he used with Marco.

Jayden sits, his body tense, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He's still riding the high of his victory, the thrill of the power shift, but he’s also reeling from the intensity of it all, the raw, primal nature of their revenge.

Gino can sense his turmoil. He puts an arm around him, a gesture of comfort, of reassurance. “It’s okay, you know,” he says, his voice a low murmur. “To feel... confused. It was a lot. For all of us.”

Jayden leans into him, the solid warmth of his brother's body a grounding presence in the chaos of his own mind. “Yeah…it was Bro. Shit, it was.”

Gino’s hand lowers and Jayden feels a drop of fear slowly drip down his spine as Gino’s large hand shadow falls over his groin just below his nutsack. Jayden looks up with wide worried eyes. “Your not gonna…hurt my boynuts, right?”

“Heh. Only a little.”

Jayden twitches the instinct to run coming over him, but Gino’s other hand is already sliding up and down his length and his eyes half-close accepting what is about to happen.

“Just…be gentle…to my nuts, okay? They are so sore.” Jayden asks, as he sighs, the need taking over his teenage hormones raging in his body.

Gino touches Jayden’s cheek gingerly with his thumb, a surprisingly tender gesture. “I will, little bro,” he says, his voice barely a whisper. “I’ll be gentle.”

And with that, he leans in and kisses him, a soft, tentative press of lips on his forehead. Jayden tenses, a jolt of electricity shooting through him, thinking that he was going to knee him in the groin…but then he relaxes, a wave of warmth washing over him.

Gino’s hand, the one that was threatening to inflict more pain, now rests on Jayden’s thigh, a warm, reassuring weight. He’s not squeezing, not crushing. He’s just... there. A presence. A promise.

Jayden can feel himself getting hard again, a slow, steady swelling that’s both exciting and a little embarrassing. He’s never been this sensitive, this responsive. Especially with his father only a few feet away in his tent.

Gino’s hand rises up his thigh, tickling Jayden’s blonde hairs as he goes along his leg and grabs onto Jayden’s orbs. Gino’s hand is demanding, and his fingers tighten. Jayden moans, low in the back of his throat as Gino’s handhold deepens, Jayden’s nuts deforming in his grasp. “Oh…Gino…they ache!” he moans out loud.

“Let me make them feel better then.”

Gino slides his lips down and takes the tip of Jayden’s cock into his mouth, the heat, the wetness, the overwhelming pleasure of it all is almost too much to bear. Jayden’s hips buck, a reflexive, instinctual movement, and he can feel the head of his cock hit the back of Gino’s throat.

Jayden’s mind goes blank for a moment, and then he imagines that it’s Chase’s mouth on him. Jayden moans, his chest rising and falling as his arms spread out as he gives himself completely to the feelings in him.

Jayden can feel Gino’s tongue swirling around the head, tracing the sensitive ridge, teasing the slit. He can feel the gentle suction, the rhythmic pulsing that seems to be pulling him apart, cell by cell.

And all the while, Gino’s other hand is on his balls, not squeezing, not crushing, but just... holding. A possessive, protective grip that's both thrilling and terrifying.

“Gino,” Jayden pants, legs spreading wider as one of his hands tangles in his brother’s hair.

However as Gino’s own erection firms up again, he can’t help it. Gino squeezes Jayden’s balls, and Jayden’s abdomen clenches at the stark change. He tries to pull away but Gino sinks his head down sucking all of Jayden into him and moans as his thumb juts into Jayden’s right ball. He thinks of his father, and how Jayden’s unreliable fingers squeezed the ball in varying degrees and he tries to copy his younger brother’s technique.

Jayden gasps, his hips betrays him as the rise up, slowly of the stump meeting Gino’s suction and his tongue sliding up and along his cock.

“My…balls! You…said, you…promised! Uuuugh, fuck….not, my boynuts. Gino!” Jayden begs.

Gino doesn’t answer, he just squeezes harder, a deliberate, calculated pressure that sends a jolt of pain mixed with a confusing surge of pleasure through Jayden’s body. He can feel the testicle warping, the firm orb flattening under the relentless assault. It's a familiar pain, a searing, molten agony that’s always been a part of their relationship. But this is different. This is... meticulous.

And then, just as suddenly as it began, the pressure eases. Gino’s fingers loosen their grip, and the blood rushes back, a tingling, agonizing sensation that leaves Jayden gasping for breath.

Gino lifts his head, a string of saliva connecting his lips to Jayden's cock. He looks up at him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Just a little reminder,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips. “To expect the unexpected from me.”

Jayden can only nod, his body still trembling from the intensity of it all. He’s at Gino's mercy, completely and utterly, and a part of him, a dark, forbidden part, wouldn't have it any other way.

He watches as Gino shifts his position, his movements fluid and confident.

And as Gino eyes his younger brother he shifts his grip on his balls and latches onto the left testicle, and Jayden shakes his head just as Gino digs in.

“Noooo!” Jayden gaps throwing his head back, his brother laughing before he covers Jayden’s head with his lips and sucks. Jayden’s taste is mesmerizing and Gino groans as he lowers his head back down nestling his nose against Jayden’s sparse pubic hairs and laughs as he suckles Jayden’s penis and breathes in his scent.

Jayden’s fingers curl into the stump, as Gino’s fingers curl into his scrotum. “Ahhh…ahhh…aaaaahhhh!” Jayden expels after each long never ending squeeze on his testicles. He’s never been so full, or so hard, and the feeling is too much for him. He can’t hold on, the world is a blurry, chaotic mess of pleasure and pain, and he can feel the pressure building, the familiar, insistent tug of an impending orgasm.

“God... Gino...” he gasps, his hips bucking, a frantic, desperate rhythm. “I’m... I’m gonna...”

He can’t finish the sentence. He can’t even form the words. He can only arch his back, a silent, strangled cry escaping his lips as he spills himself into Gino’s waiting mouth. It's a violent, convulsive release, a series of shuddering spurts that seem to drain him of everything he has, everything he has left. He just barely orgasmed ten minutes ago, and already he does so again. Already his loins are expelling another load that must have just barely been put together.

He collapses, a limp, sweaty heap on the log, his body still trembling with the aftershocks. He can feel the cool night air on his sweaty skin, the rough bark of the log against his back, the solid warmth of Gino’s body beside him.

Gino swallows, a slow, deliberate act that seems to both acknowledge and possess. He lifts his head, a look of profound satisfaction on his face.

"Good?" he asks, his voice a low murmur.

Jayden can only nod, his throat too tight to speak. He’s never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so completely and utterly... bare.

Gino leans in and kisses his cock, and Jayden coos.

“I knew you’d like it,” Gino says, a smug look on his face. “I’m just getting started with you.”

Jayden just looks at him, a mix of awe and terror in his eyes. He’s not sure what’s coming next, but he knows, with a certainty that both excites and scares him, that it's going to be a wild, unforgettable ride.

He reaches out and touches Gino’s face, a hesitant, exploratory gesture. He can feel the rough stubble on his chin, the slight curve of his jaw, the warmth of his skin.

Gino squeezes his nuts again and Jayden tense a deep ache already forming in his groin. “Squeezing your balls, feeling them twist in my hand. There is nothing like it, Jayden.”

“I know that you, but…Gino. But they are already sore and empty,” Jayden whines.

“I know. That’s the point.”

Gino’s other hand finds Jayden’s penis, still slick with saliva and semen. He wraps his fingers around it, a firm, possessive grip that sends another jolt of electricity through Jayden’s body. He’s never stopped being hard, a testament to his youth, his resilience, his utter and complete surrender to his brother’s will.

“And you,” Gino says, his voice a low growl, “are going to take it. Your tuff, bro.”

Jayden doesn’t answer. He doesn’t have to. His body does all the talking, a silent, willing submission that's both a gift and a curse.

And as Gino leans in for another kiss, along his shaft, Jayden groans feeling himself grow harder once again.

 

Back inside the tent, the world is a throbbing, muffled haze. Marco lies on his side, curled into a fetal position, one hand clamped protectively over his groin. The initial, blinding agony has receded into a deep, bone-rattling ache that seems to radiate through his entire body. He feels hollowed out, a shell of a man, the echoes of his sons' victory reverberating in the hollow chambers of his chest.

He can hear them outside, a low murmur of voices punctuated by the occasional soft gasp or muffled cry. He knows what they’re doing. He can picture it with a clarity that’s both frustrating and strangely compelling. He can see Gino’s hands, strong and confident, exploring, claiming. He can see Jayden’s body, eager and willing, arching in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

He feels a surge of something hot and bitter, a toxic cocktail of jealousy and resentment and a deep, aching sense of loss. This was supposed to be his kingdom, his domain. He was the king, the ruler, the one who dispensed pleasure and pain with a casual, indifferent cruelty. And now... now he’s just a casualty, a dethroned monarch left to rot in the ruins of his own shattered ego.

He can’t stand it. He can’t stand the silence, the darkness, the suffocating proximity of their shared, intimate space.

He grabs his phone sending a fast and furious text to Bill’s father.

Marco: “I failed. Can you…would you be willing to show me how. Maybe a test run…on Bill and Sam?”

Marco stares at the dots willing them to formulate into words.

Jayden cries out again, and Marco can see the shape of him in the tent. The shadow of his youngest in the throes of yet, another orgasm. Jayden collapses against the log.

“Fuck…Gino. I’m spent…I can’t. Three times…it’s…enough.”

 

Bill: “You fucked up the plan. Shit, Marco…okay. Next weekend Sam is not working at the gas station, and I’m taking the kids to the beach house. Come along. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Marco feels like he could scream but he holds it back and asks:

Marco: “Should I bring my boys?”

Bill: “No. absolutely not. You already screwed everything up with them. I’ll show you how it’s done. Be at me house on Friday night, pack light most of the day we will be in the ocean most of the time.”

Marco: “Thanks.”

Marco feels the cool liquid drying on his chest and he grabs an old T-shirt rubbing the fluid off of him as Jayden whimpers and his shadow of his top half comes up again, and he can hear Jayden moan as he approaches his fourth orgasm.

 

Jayden’s out of this world in pleasure, and mostly pain. Gino’s hammering on his balls with slowly steady punches. His legs are spread wide and his cock is in Gino’s mouth as the older teen hovers his crown, teeth covered by his lips as he sucks at his overly sensitive tip.

“Please…my balls, balls…uuugh!” Jayden’s body jerks as Gino’s hammer blow smashes his testicles against his asscheeks. Gino’s already winding up again, just as Jayden gets his breath back.

“Aghhhhh balls!”

Gino’s fist hits him, the hard slap of his nuts crashing haunts him causes Jayden to stop breathing for a second, as his nuts warp and flatten to crushed pulpy mounds of dough. Jayden’s body goes still and he feels his orbs pulse from the blow and Jayden grabs his brother’s shoulders as he bobs up and down on his erection, never surrendering his dick. Gino’s fist hits him again, and again. Jayden’s head falls backwards and he lets out a sound that is a deep cry and a high pitched squeal at the same. He can’t stand it and he knows he’s going to pass out.

“Gino please…” Jayden’s eyes roll back in his head and he can feel a strange, detached sense of calm wash over him. He’s floating, adrift in a sea of pain and pleasure, a strange, serene acceptance of his fate.

“Just…one…more.” Gino’s fist tightens, and he can feel the tension in Jayden’s body, the way he’s bracing himself for the impact.

But then, just as Gino's fist is about to make contact, a new sound breaks the night. A low, guttural growl, a sound as Gino plunges his head, brow damp with sweat into the cavern between Jayden’s legs and sucks him all the way down again.

Jayden tenses, his body jerking in pleasure as his cock hits the back of Gino’s overly willing throat. Jayden can’t make anything but a gurgling groan, as Gino’s fists swings up right between Jayden’s bloated testicles smashing against the orbs again, the nestled testes poised and ready to unleash another blast of seed as Gino silences them with his hard and unyielding fist.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggghhhhhhhhh!” Jayden manages to gasp out, his tingling body, covered in sweat from the burning embers of the dying fire and his constant suckling brother trapping his cock in his mouth.

Gino just looks up at Jayden’s face, seeing that he’s in pure agony. But he doesn’t stop. He squeezes Jayden’s nuts, one more good, hard squeeze for the road.

Jayden’s whole body goes rigid, a penetrating sound tearing from his throat that’s somewhere between a scream and a sob. His back arches off the log, a perfect, agonized bow, and then he collapses, a limp, boneless heap. He’s out cold, a puppet with its strings cut, finally succumbing to the overwhelming sensory overload.

Gino lifts his head, a string of saliva and semen connecting his lips to Jayden’s now—flaccid cock. He looks down at his brother, a mix of pride and a grudging respect in his eyes. He’s pushed Jayden to the absolute limit, and then he pushed past that line some more. Gino’s erection throbs at Jayden’s completion itching for some attention.

Gino stands up, stretching his arms over his head, a long, satisfying groan escaping his lips. Gino feels powerful, invincible, and ready to conquer someone else. Jayden deserves this break, his eyes twinkling at his now sleeping brother.

Then Gino glances at the tent, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. He wonders what Marco is doing, what he's thinking. He wonders if he's listening, if he can hear the sounds of his sons’ conquest, the sounds of their new, shared reality. He shrugs, a dismissive, indifferent gesture. It doesn’t matter. Whatever Marco is thinking, whatever he’s feeling, it’s too late, he lost tonight. Gino made sure of that. He bends down and scoops Jayden up, a dead weight in his arms. He’s surprisingly light, a testament to his youth and his wiry, athletic build. Gino carries him back to the tent, Jayden’s head resting on his shoulder, he barely shifts as Gino walks him to the tent like a conqueror returning with his spoils.

Gino pushes through the flap, the tent is a little warmer than the cool night air from the outside, and Gino’s skin just starts to adjust as he reaches Jayden’s sleeping spot. He lays Jayden down on his sleeping bag, arranging his limbs with a surprising tenderness. He pulls a blanket over him, a gesture of care as he smiles at his brother sleeping form. Gino rubs his hardness slowly, he waited to finish Jayden completely. The forth orgasm Jayden barely gave him any source of liquid...it was like he sucked him dry. The idea pleas him, and Gino grins wickedly when he sucked on Jayden’s tip and the steady pulses throughout offered him nothing.

“I sucked his well dry” Gino whispers.

A moan escapes from him, and he looks through the flap of their tent, left open and can just spot his father’s in his and he swears that he can see his father...watching him. Maybe Marco can’t sleep after everything, Gino wonders if he should humiliate him a bit more...or force him to watch as he pleasures himself. Gino’s indecision almost ends in him cumming. But Gino stops breathing hard, slowly loosening his grip. He steps out of the tent, cock and balls swinging as he heads to his father's tent. Heart quickening as he reaches the entrance and slips inside.

“Gino” Marco croaks as his son stands before him. Marco reaches down to protect his family jewels, causing a deep rumbling laugh from his oldest son as he steps on the little pea shaped orbs and trapping them underfoot.

Reaching for his own throbbing hardness, Gino moans just as Marco groans as he fully steps on Marco’s sensitive nutsack. Marco was not quick enough, his body too tired from the day to stop his son. The swollen scrotum pulses once with under his heel and Gino sighs in pleasure as the orbs squish and spread like crushed grapes.

“Fuck Dad...heh, I need to cum one more time. Listening to you moan, reminds me of him...of Jayden. You kinda sound like he does. Hell yeah, Dad...take it.”

Gino strokes himself hard, with long, even strokes. He can feel the pressure building, a familiar, insistent tug in the pit of his stomach. He can feel the pre-cum beading at the tip, a slick, glistening promise of the release to come.

“Look at me, Dad,” he commands, his voice a low growl. “I want you to see what you’re missing. I want you to see what you could’ve had, if you were built like me.”

He steps down a little harder. Marco’s body convulses, a strangled cry tearing from his lips. His back arches, a perfect, agonized bow, and then he collapses, a limp, boneless heap on the groundsheet.

Gino can feel the orgasm approaching, a wave of pleasure so intense it's almost painful. He can feel the muscles in his thighs tightening, the blood rushing to his groin, the world narrowing to a single, pulsing point of light.

“Fuck... Dad... I'm there...I’m…” he gasps, his hips bucking, while he keeps up a frantic, desperate rhythm.

And then, he’s there. A blinding, deafening explosion of sensation, a universe-shattering release that seems to go on forever. Gino covers his Dad in semen, his sleeping bag is drenched in the hot white cum raining down from his son.

“Yessssss!” Gino groans and he grabs his own testicles, squeezing the orbs in hand and he smiles as the pain hits and his eyes widen as another more powerful orgasm threatens to come. Gino beats his cock faster, his Dad complaining below him about his balls, but Gino barely listens locked in place as his hand quickens his body readying for another release. “Shut...up...Dad. Gonna...gonna...cum...again...!”

His second orgasm is not as strong as the first, but it’s just as satisfying. The ropes of cum covering his father's sleeping bag and face are thicker now, as Gino empties what little load he has left in him.

Gino looks down at the mess he’s made, at Marco's stunned, humiliated face, a deep, primal satisfaction settling in his chest. In Gino's final orgasm he has made sure that his Dad will never forget this night.

He leans in, his breath hot against Marco's ear and laughs as he says “Nighty night, pops.”

Gino stands up, his body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. He grabs a corner of Marco’s sleeping bag, wiping himself clean with a casual, indifferent disregard.

Then, he turns and walks away bare ass naked, and leaves Marco in a pool of his own making, a broken, defeated old man in a tent that smells full of his son’ and his semen mixed with his deep regret.

 

Jayden wakes up slowly, a strange, heavy lethargy clinging to him like a shroud. The tent is quiet, a pre-dawn stillness that feels both peaceful and unnerving. He can feel a dull, persistent ache in his groin, a ghost of the intense, overwhelming sensations of the night before.

He sits up, a groan escaping his lips. Every muscle in his body seems to protest the movement, a symphony of aches and pains that reminds him of the night's events. Slowly he lays back down, and closes his eyes. ‘Maybe if I sleep a little longer...it will be like the night never happened,’ he thinks.  Jayden’s breath slows and he feels himself just falling back to sleep, just as a shadow falls over him and Gino hand, warm and familiar is on his the center of his bare chest.

“Jayden, you awake?”

Jayden in and out falling back to sleep barely murmurs, and Gino lays down next to him pulling him in close.

“Bro last night...fuck, that was wild.” Gino speaks directly into Jayden’s ear. He comes back a moment hearing his older brother before he starts to fade out again, Gino slips his hand down his chest and Jayden can just feel him cupping his groin as falls fully back to sleep. “Sleep, little bro...rest up. Today is going to be just as fun if it was anything last night was.”

 

 

~End