Follow the Lessons written by Jimmy

 

Follow the Lessons

 

by Jimmy

 

Marco feels like a million bucks.

Coming back from his weekend away with Will Brady, and everything that has transpired with Sam Hell and Bill Brady has helped to ease Marco thoughts throughout his week at home.

Everyone notices his chipper mood, and it’s not until Marco springs another surprise vacation for his sons that Gino and Jayden start question what has gotten into their father. Two weekends ago they put him in place and now...Marco seems ready to put everything on the line again.

“I don’t like it” Jayden says, zipping up his duffle bag. “He’s up to something.”

“We get a weekend away, using the Brady’s beach house...and you are complaining?” Gino rubs his brother’s styled curls, messing them up. Jayden tries to dart away, but Gino pulls him into a head lock easily and Jayden squeaks when Gino kneads his head, knuckles first.

“Ease up, if Dad tries anything or gets fresh...I’ll fix it.”

Jayden laughs and tries to pull away, Gino does not give him an inch and chokes him a bit. The youngster starts to cough.

“Faker.” Gino goes for him tummy and tickles him, this gets Jayden all riled up and he starts to protest when Marco enters the room. The boys freeze.

“That does not sound like packing...we leave in five.”

Jayden squirms, and finally Gino releases him.

“Meet you at the car.”

 

An hour later, Jayden is sitting on Bill’s bed he presumes, looking out at the crystal sea. The endless water through the glass seems to sparkle in the late summer sun dancing off the waves. Jayden sighs, half hugging himself and Gino comes into the room wearing his underwear only, not an uncommon occurrence. Jayden barely looks up, he’s also in his undies and his brother nudges him.

“The hot tub awaits.”

Jayden bites his bottom lip in thought, “You sure?” his dark thoughtful eyes are on the eighteen year old looking concerned.

“Yes, I’m sure that Dad won’t pull anything. Now, let’s go.” Gino starts to pull his arm, and Jayden grins as he is yanked off the bed.

“Careful!”

Gino already has him over one shoulder, marching down the hall carrying his younger fourteen year old brother fireman style.

Jayden complains loudly, and slaps Gino’s ass. The hard crack against his cheeks, causes the boy to squirm in Gino’s arms.

“You little stinker!”

Jayden giggles but starts to protest as Gino swings him around and drops him into the hot tub. Jayden comes up coughing, and Gino climbs into the hot water beside him. Punching him on the arm, Jayden glares at him “Don’t make me go for your balls! I’ll put you in your place.” The warning and hard look that Jayden gives him with his dark eyes, seems excite his older brother.

“I dare you” Gino challenges back, wiggling his eyebrows and pushes himself right up against Jayden so that their bodies are fully touching. Jayden can feel Gino’s groin against his thigh and his hands lower under the water, searching for Gino’s hidden treasure.

“Sure about that?” Jayden warns, his fingers finding Gino’s testicles, grasping the full pouch with both hands.

Gino nods “Yeah.” A pleasant, almost dreamy look comes over his face.

Jayden clicks his tongue, the flash of pink in his mouth as he concentrates on rolling the orbs slowly in Gino’s underwear. The wet material, easily giving Jayden full access to the feel of Gino’s scrotum. Gino’s nuts are heavy, even in the water. The dense man sized nuts feel good in his hands and Jayden doesn’t realize that he has a hardon until Gino notices it.

“Boiiiiing” Gino jokes, and slides one finger along his length. Jayden shudders at the touch.

“Bro!” Jayden laughs, and gives Gino’s nuts a playful squeeze. “I’ve got your balls, you better be nice to me...or else.”

“Or else, you will what?” Gino asks, trying hard not to smile. His own hardness is pressed right up between the boys, and starts to ache.

The heat of the hot tub, forces Gino’s top half out of the water, but he still straddles his younger brother and he loves the way his nuts look in his fists. Gino’s heartbeat quickens, as Jayden dips his thumbs into his orbs, pressing a little harder.

“Oooo...are you going to...squeeze them?”

Jayden smiles “Maybe.” His voice is light as he digs in a bit, the tender fleshy pouch distorting as his fingers encircling his older brother’s testicles find the key pressure points and sink in deeper into Gino’s confined balls. The orbs shift, making little bulges in the flesh of his scrotum, tangling with his fingers. Jayden continues to play with them.

“Okay...that’s good” Gino says, a strained look crosses his face as Jayden applies more pressure. The water sloshes gently around them as Jayden starts to get more aggressive, squeezing them in short little pulses, like a heartbeat. Little pulses that send shockwaves into Gino’s core. He winces as Jayden squeezes again.

“Okay, seriously. Bro, ease up.”

Jayden gives one more squeeze, a good one that leaves Gino gasping, and then finally let’s go.

Gino clutches himself, “What the hell, bro?” Gino laughs a bit, his fingers probing his now smarting nutsack and his pulsing nuts within.

Jayden splashes him “You told me to.” he pokes Gino in the chest, “Now, you owe me.”

Gino looks up, “I owe you?” he rubs his nuts, “You seriously, just tried to crush my nuts.”

Jayden’s grin is wicked, “Yeah...now you have to do whatever I say.” He climbs out of the tub, and shakes out his wet underwear. He looks over the railing at the setting sun, feeling the steam rise off of his own skin.

Gino stays in the water for a bit, watching Jayden. The way the last of the sunlight catches on the drops of water running down Jayden’s lean frame is almost magical.

A few minutes later, just as Jayden is about to get back into the hot tub, Marco turns the corner a towel around his waist.

“Should have known that I would find you both here.” Marco climbs the tub, and hangs up his towel and slowly lowers himself into the steaming water sighing. “This feels good” he starts to spread his legs, leaving himself purposefully open for a nut shot if either of his sons should take it. Neither do, and his swim trunks float around his upper thighs as Jayden shivers and comes to join them the air finally cooling enough for him to notice.

“Make some room” Jayden says, pushing Gino. Gino pushes him back, and Marco feels his youngest losing his balance and sinking under the water.

“Boys!” Marco warns, as he feels Jayden against him, and his hands grab his hips, pulling him back against his body.

“My hero, Dad” Jayden jokes, as he settles against his father eye lids lowering. Jayden’s black lashes extend, and Marco holds him steady, one hand on his lower belly just above his underwear.

Gino smirks “I could get used to this.”

Marco nods, as his fingers dart around Jayden’s balls wondering when to grab them. Jayden's underwear flutters and he feels the nuts bump his fingers as the water slides around the hovering eggs in Jayden’s sack from the jets. The doors are open to the patio and the sounds of the waves crashing comes in, along with the smell of salt and barbeque from somewhere nearby. Marco closes his eyes, soaking in the moment.

 

Later that night, Marco finds himself alone with Gino in the living room while Jayden is already passed out in Bill’s bedroom. The beach house is quiet, save for the distant murmur of waves and the gentle hum of the refrigerator. Marco pours two glasses of whiskey, handing one to Gino who sits on the plush sofa, the fabric of his sweatpants leaving an imprint on the cushions.

“To a good weekend,” Marco says, clinking their glasses together.

Gino takes a sip, the amber liquid burning a trail down his throat. “Dad,” he starts, setting his glass on the coffee table. “What’s this all about?”

Marco takes a long swallow before answering. “Can’t a father want to spend some quality time with his sons?”

“It’s more than that, and you know it” Gino presses, leaning forward. “First the trip to Will’s, now this. You’re... different. Softer, somehow.”

A ghost of a smile touches Marco’s lips. “Maybe I’m just getting older. Wiser.” He moves to sit beside Gino, close enough that their knees nearly touch. The scent of Marco’s cologne mingles with the sea air drifting through the open patio doors.

Gino does not sense the danger, and his eldest son leans back yawning.

“Sure, whatever you say Dad.” Gino stretches, and gives up.

Marco nods.

 

The next morning, the aroma of bacon and eggs wafts through the beach house. Jayden stumbles into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from his eyes, to find Marco flipping pancakes with a focused expression.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Marco says without looking up. “Hungry?”

Jayden nods, pulling out a barstool at the kitchen island. He’s still in his pajama bottoms, and he shivers slightly in the morning chill coming through the open window above the sink.

Gino appears a moment later, already dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. “Smells good in here.”

“I try,” Marco says, sliding a plate of pancakes toward each of them. “Eat up. Big day ahead.”

Jayden pours syrup over his stack, the sticky sweetness making his fingers tacky. “Big day? What are we doing?”

“I was thinking we could take the boat out,” Marco suggests, grabbing a piece of bacon from the plate on the counter. “Maybe do some fishing. Just the three of us.”

Gino exchanges a look with Jayden across the island. There’s that phrase again.  ‘Just the three of us.’ It feels heavy, weighted with unspoken meaning.

“Ummm you know how to use a boat” Gino asks.

“Yup! I learned last Saturday. Will’s boat is easy.”

Gino shrugs, “Cool,” he says, cutting into his pancakes and means it, and he is rather impressed. “That sounds fun.”

Jayden nods too. “Sure.”

Marco smiles, a genuine crinkling around his eyes. “Great. Let’s finish up here, then head down to the dock.”

After breakfast, they gather their things and make their way down to the private dock behind the Brady’s beach house. The boat bobs gently in the water, a sleek white vessel with blue accents. Marco seems to know what he’s doing, untying the ropes with practiced ease and starting the engine with a smooth turn of the key.

As they pull away from the dock, the wind picks up, whipping through Jayden's hair. He stands at the front of the boat, leaning against the railing as the coastline recedes in the distance. Gino sits beside Marco, watching him navigate the waters with a confidence that feels both impressive and unsettling. Gino watches him, trying to learn himself as his father navigates.

“You’re good at this,” Gino remarks, raising his voice over the engine’s roar and the splashing of the waters as the boat seems to fly on top of the water. Gino hold’s on tight to the metal bar above him and Jayden screams in delight as a wave crashes over him and he looks back soaked, but his eyes dance with merriment.

Marco glances over, a small smile playing on his lips. “I told you. I’m a man of many talents.”

They spend the morning out on the water, fishing lines cast into the sparkling blue. The sun warms their skin, and for a while, it feels like any other family outing. Marco has been lulling his sons into a false sense of security all day, not taking any opportunities to bust their balls. But when Jayden goes to grab a water from the cooler, Marco can’t help but place his foot perfectly in his son’s path.

Jayden stumbles, uneasy on the boat and slips into Gino landing on top of him, one of his knees landing right in between his legs...on top of his balls. Gino’s been sweating for hours, and his nuggets hang super low in his sack. Gino was half dozing in the sun when his younger brother smashes his nuts with an accidental knee.

“Oh...Jayden!” Gino groans, as Jayden’s full weight presses down in his knee, sinking even further into Gino’s droopy nutsack.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to...are you...hurt bad?” Jayden asks, as he starts to stand up, his slicked body slips again and his knee falls right back between Gino’s legs, the sunscreen and sweat causing him to slide right into a second low blow. This one gets a better reaction from Gino, he yelps and grabs himself, clutching at the growing pain in his nuts.

“Whoa...easy there.” Marco says as he reaches over and helps Jayden to his feet. “Gino’s alright.”

Gino isn’t alright. He is breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. The pain is sharp and radiating, and he can’t help but curl up into a ball, holding himself protectively.

“Sorry, Gino,” Jayden says, looking genuinely concerned.

Gino waves him off, not able to speak. He just wants the pain to stop, and he feels like he might throw up.

Marco watches them, a thoughtful expression on his face. He doesn’t intervene further, letting Gino work through the pain on his own. After a few minutes, Gino straightens up, still looking a bit pale but clearly better.

“You okay?” Marco asks, his tone casual.

Gino nods, not trusting himself to speak. He takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering ache.

“Good,” Marco says, turning back to the water. “Let’s try our luck over there.” He points to a spot a few hundred yards away, and as they approach, Jayden’s line goes taut.

That’s when Marco gets another good idea, to target Gino yet again.

“Quick son, grab the line. Stand up and give a good yank!”

Jayden does, spreading his legs a little for balance. Jayden’s speedo’s slip down a bit, and Marco notices and points it out to Gino as the crack of his brother’s ass pokes out.

“You don’t him to lose his speedos, someone might see...well, everything!” Marco warns Gino.

Jayden is in the zone, pulling hard on the rod as Gino comes up behind him and lifts his rod up again. But Marco, slips a small knife out and cuts the line with a quick flick of his wrist, and neither brother catch it. Jayden immediately loses his balance and falls forward, catching the rail but his foot lifts up and slams hard right into Gino’s groin again.

Gino freezes as Jayden’s heel hits him, taking his nuts and smashing them right against his pelvis. Gino’s mouth falls open, and Jayden looks backwards, and winces. “Oh no...I got you, again!”

“Oooof” Gino coughs, as he tries not to double over. The pain is a dull, throbbing ache now, but it’s still there, a reminder of the two nut shots he’s taken in quick succession earlier.

Marco can’t help but smile. The day is going exactly as planned.

“Oh man....my balls!” Gino gasps, as Jayden pulls his foot free accidently, feeling everything between Gino’s legs and he winces as Gino’s nuts plop down and he kicks them with his toes as he tries to dislodge his foot.

Jayden manages to stand back-up holding his fishing pole and looking absolutely dreadful with concern, as Gino drops down to his knees grabbing his nuts with both hands.

“Bro...you… got...oh fuck...my balls!” Gino’s eyes comically cross, and he folds down cradling his pulsing testicles, hands slipping below his bathing suit to hold his bare equipment. He starts to make gagging sounds as he rubs them.

Marco turns the boat around. “Alright, that’s enough fishing for today.” He helps Gino to his feet. The boy’s face is pale and beaded with sweat. “Let’s get you back to shore.”

Gino leans on the railing, still cupping himself. He looks at Marco, his eyes wide with pain. “Dad...”

Marco puts a hand on his shoulder. “I know, son. I know.”

As they dock the boat, Jayden helps Gino onto the pier, his arm around his brother’s waist. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know,” Gino grits out, leaning on him heavily. “Just... help me to the house.”

Back at the beach house, Marco guides Gino to the sofa, placing an ice pack wrapped in a towel on his lap. “Here, this should help.”

Gino takes it gratefully, pressing it against his throbbing groin. He closes his eyes, trying to breathe through the pain.

Jayden hovers nearby, looking miserable. “Is there anything I can do?”

“No,” Gino says, his voice strained. “Just... give me a minute.”

“Maybe I should...well, maybe you should hit me a few times. That way we will be even.”

Marco seizes on that option by agreeing, “You are such a good brother. I think that if you did that, that would repair things from today. He doesn’t have to kick your balls too hard either.”

“A kick?” Jayden asks gulping.

“Yeah, that should be best.” Marco nods. “Don’t you think, Gino?”

Gino, still in a daze from the pain, looks up. He’s not processing fully. The idea of revenge, of evening the score, is too tempting to pass up. “Yeah,” he manages. “Yeah, a kick.”

Jayden’s face is a mask of dread. “Okay,” he says, swallowing hard. “Okay, I’ll do it. Especially if it will make Gino feel better about…what I have done.”

Marco’s heart pounds in his chest. This is it. This is what he’s been waiting for.

“Stand up, Jayden,” Marco says, his voice calm and steady. “Spread your legs a little, easier for Gino to hit you.”

Jayden does as he’s told, his body trembling slightly. He’s wearing just a pair of loose board shorts, and his vulnerability is palpable.

Gino slowly gets to his feet, the ice pack forgotten on the sofa. He approaches Jayden, his movements still a bit stiff. He looks at Marco, who gives him a small, encouraging nod.

Gino takes a deep breath and aims. His foot connects with Jayden’s groin, a solid, meaty thud that echoes in the quiet room. Jayden gasps, his eyes widening in shock as the pain hits him. He stumbles back, clutching himself, a choked cry escaping his lips.

“Ooooh you got...lefty...ow....ughhh!”

“I only got one...dang.” Gino smirks, already feeling a bit better.

“Doesn’t count unless it’s both balls, son. Right Gino?” Marco says, grabbing his shoulder affectionately.

“Yeah, that’s true. Spread them again Jayden. I’ll feel them up. That way I will know how your balls are hanging before I hit them,” Gino is already hard, and his cock leaks at the idea of getting Jayden again. Marco rubs his son shoulder noticing the swelling occurring in his son’s groin.

“Makes sense,” Marco nods knowing fully that Gino won’t be thinking with his brain from now on.

Jayden groans. He is half bent over, clutching his groin and feeling the stinging in his left testicle. It’s not as bad as when he gets both hit, but it still smarts. After another minute, he is back in front of Gino and as he takes his hands away he tells him, “Okay, you can feel my balls...that way you won’t miss half off my sack the next time.”

“I'm sure that I won’t” says Gino, face alight like a kid on Christmas morning as his hands dip into his brothers shorts and past his underwear to really feel them.

“I didn’t say...touch my...bare balls. And now my dick is...” Jayden frowns as his cock is now exposed, as Gino lowers his shorts a bit. Gino wants to really get at his brother’s privates.

“Only way bro” Gino whispers, rolling Jayden’s balls softly in his smooth ballsack.

“Get a good feel for them, son. So you know what to do.” Marco suggests, but Gino barely hears him as his fingers explore. Jayden’s nuts are smaller than Gino’s, but just barely. The youngest Gomez’s testicles are firm and healthy. The skin of the sac is soft and loose. Gino gives them a gentle squeeze and Jayden flinches.

“Easy...”

“Sorry” Gino says, not sounding sorry at all. He can feel how Jayden’s balls are moving in their sac, the distinct shape of each testicle. He feels the cords that attach them to Jayden’s body, the way they tighten when he squeezes a little harder. He is completely mesmerized.

“Alright, that’s enough” Marco says, and Gino reluctantly pulls his hands away. “You have a kick that you need to get right.” Marco reminds him.

Jayden quickly pulls up his shorts, his face flushed with embarrassment and a little something else. He looks at Gino, who has a look of pure satisfaction on his face, as he notices that his brother has started to chub up a bit. His dick is no longer soft as it once was, and now points out just above his testicles.

“Now, for the kick,” Gino says, cracking his knuckles.

Jayden braces himself. He can feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, a mix of fear and anticipation. He’s been in this position before, on both sides of the kick. He knows what’s coming.

Gino takes a step back, then launches himself forward. His foot connects with Jayden’s groin again, this time with more force. Jayden’s feet lift off the ground for a split second as the full impact lands squarely on both of his testicles, smashing them flat against his pubic bone. There is no denying it this time, Gino hit both nuts fully along with his chubby dick, squashing everything under the fast paced snap kick.

Jayden opens his mouth to say something but his words are stolen from him, as his fingers stretch out fully, and his toes dig into the floor. The pouch in his shorts is flattened by Gino's kick and he leaves his foot there in Jayden’s groin, feeling the steady pulse from the kick as Jayden’s orbs absorb the hard blow.

“There is my first kick” Gino says.

Then he kicks him again.

And again.

And again.

Jayden doesn’t even realize he is on the floor until the fourth kick, as he slowly fades in and out of consciousness. The kicks are not full strength anymore, more like taps, but they are still enough to keep the pain fresh. He can feel Gino’s foot pressing against his balls, the pressure a constant reminder of his vulnerability.

Gino finally stops. He stands over Jayden, breathing heavily. He looks down at his brother, who is curled up in a fetal position on the floor, clutching his groin. He can’t help but feel a sense of pride, of accomplishment. He got him back. He got him good.

“I think we’re even now,” Gino says, a smirk on his face.

Jayden doesn’t respond. He’s too busy trying to breathe through the pain.

“Good job, son,” Marco says, clapping Gino on the back. “You’ve learned a valuable lesson today.”

Gino beams. “Thanks, Dad.”

“Now, why don’t you help your brother to the couch?” Marco suggests. “He’s had a rough day.”

Gino nods, and carefully helps Jayden to his feet. Jayden leans on him heavily, his face still pale and beaded with sweat. “We both have Dad.”

“Yes, but I think Jayden needs that ice pack now more than you...wouldn’t you say so?” Marco asks.

“YES! Also, I should check Jayden’s balls...just in case. I did get a little too excited with my four kicks there.” Once he gets Jayden settled down, he pulls off Jayden’s underwear and board shorts, ignoring his brother’s please and finds Jayden’s swollen balls.

“I should… you know” Gino looks up at Jayden, “Feel these, make sure that everything is in working order.” He doesn’t wait for permission as he takes Jayden's nuts in hand.

Marco smiles as Jayden tries to shake his head no, and Gino does what he wants anyways. The swollen orbs in Jayden’s ballsack are red and angry, and Gino can’t resist the urge to squeeze them.

“Ow...no...bro!” Jayden begs as he flinches away.

“You should see how they look” Gino comments, ignoring Jayden’s pleas. He continues to manipulate the tender flesh, feeling the heat coming off of Jayden’s balls. He can feel the way they are swollen, the way they are throbbing with pain. He can’t help but be fascinated…and the desire to inflict more pain.

“Is your brother’s balls…okay?” Marco asks.

“I …I think so,” Gino says, a thoughtful expression on his face. “They are just a little swollen.”

“Gino...stop...it hurts...”

“I’m just checking,” Gino says, giving Jayden’s balls another squeeze. He can feel Jayden’s body tense up, and he can see the pain on his face. He knows he should stop, but he can’t. He’s caught up in the moment, in the power he holds over his brother.

“Gino...” Marco warns, his tone light. “Should you check to see if they still work? If you understand my meaning.” Marco asks.

“You mean...?” Gino looks up, and mimes a jacking of gesture of masturbation.

“Yes, just in case.”

Jayden’s eyes widen. “You...I don’t need that.” Jayden catches on to his father’s crude suggestion instantly. “Everything works just fine.”

“I think I have to bro!” Gino says and reaches for Jayden’s cock, which is almost fully hard from all the probing from Gino.

“No...” Jayden’s weak protest is cut off by a sharp intake of breath as Gino’s fingers wrap around his shaft.

“Just a few strokes,” Gino says, his voice low and conspiratorial. “To make sure everything is still in working order.” In a softer voice, Gino moves over to his ear and he whispers into it “I know just how you like it.”

Jayden can’t help but arch his back as Gino starts to move his hand. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that is almost too much to bear. He can feel his body responding, can feel the pleasure building despite the throbbing in his balls.

Gino is relentless. He can feel Jayden’s cock getting harder in his hand, can feel the way Jayden’s body is trembling. Watching Jayden closely, Gino focuses on the flush spreading across Jayden’s chest, and the way his nipples are pebbling. He knows he's getting to him.

“Gino...bro, you’ve got to stop...” Jayden begs, his voice a strained whisper.

“Almost there,” Gino says, increasing the speed of his strokes. He can feel Jayden hardening in his grasp, and can feel the tension coiling in his younger brother’s body.

Jayden’s hips start to buck, his movements involuntary. He’s lost in the sensation, lost in the moment. He can feel the pleasure cresting, and can feel the orgasm building.

“Come on, Jayden,” Gino whispers, his lips close to Jayden’s ear. “You are going to make a little mess for me, right bro?”

Jayden groans. “Oh…oh, oooo! Bro…my…” Gino snatches his brother’s scrotum just as his nuts nestle at the base, the two quivering orbs in Jayden’s smooth sack were too hard to resist.

A gasp comes from Jayden, and Gino growls in response as Jayden blinks twice and dry swallows. “Oooh you’ve got…oh my boynuts! Oh god, uuuughhh!”

Jayden spasms on the couch, and Marco comes in choosing this moment to slither up next Gino and drops his hand in his oldest lap.

“That’s what I figured, son. You are hard as a rock!” Marco jokes, holding Gino’s erection steady fingers wrapping around his shaft.

Gino’s mouth open a bit in surprise “Whaaat, what are you…? Dad?” he asks as he feels his father’s fingers tighten around him.

Jayden tries to steady his breathing, but Gino’s hands are still on him, one slowly working over his cock the other, fingers curled around his low hangers, squeezing his orbs. He can’t even focus on what’s happening now with Gino, as his older brother has not released him.

“Don’t stop now, Gino…he needs to finish. You said you wanted to check him, see if they still work,” Marco says as he moves his own hands faster. “Your turn son.”

Gino’s mind is a mess of emotions, but he feels his father’s hand working him, the pleasure is undeniable. He looks at Jayden, who is still writhing on the couch, and he can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He has this power over his brother, this control. And now, his father is giving him pleasure too.

“Ooooh...Dad,” Gino moans, as he feels his own orgasm building.

He can feel Jayden’s cock throbbing in his hand, can feel the way Jayden’s body is tensing. He knows Jayden is close, and he knows he is close too.

“Cum on bro, cum for me, Jayden,” Gino whispers, and with a final, decisive squeeze of Jayden’s balls, he pushes him over the edge.

Jayden stays locked on the edge of orgasm, his body taut and tingling. Gritting his teeth, Jayden grips the sofa cushion hard trying to hold back his growing need, slightly helped but Gino as he crushes his balls in a mean nut claw. Gino shakes his balls, like he plans to roll the dice…but instead of letting the cubes go he clings on, not wanting this to end.

“Nnnnnnng” Jayden moans, his hardness aching for release, but he tries to close his legs. Anything from giving in, not while his brother and his father are watching.

Jayden moans out loud, his body arching off the couch as he grows taut feeling each beat of his heart in his erection, as Gino slides his hand up to his aching tip and down to his base, over and over again.

“Come on, little bro,” Gino says, his voice thick with desire and a little bit of cruelty. “You know you want to.”

“I...” Jayden starts, but he can’t finish the sentence. The pleasure is too intense, the pain in his balls is a dull, throbbing ache that is somehow making everything more intense.

“Let go, Jayden,” Marco says, his own breath coming in ragged gasps as he continues to stroke Gino. “Let it all go, son.”

Jayden can’t hold back any longer. With a strangled gasp, he finally is forced to let go. His body convulses, waves of pleasure washing over him as he spills himself over Gino’s hand. He can feel the way Gino's fingers tighten around him, can feel the way Gino’s own body is trembling. But his poor nuts take the brutal worst of it as Gino clings on, his fingers like iron bars over his privates, forcibly squeezing out his brother’s milk like that from an orange.

At almost the same time, Gino feels himself go over the edge. He can feel his father’s hand on him, can feel the way Jayden’s body is shaking. With a groan, the pressure builds to be too much and he spills himself, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm shooting onto Jayden’s prone body below. And as his busy balls are churning out his semen, Marco reaches down and grabs a hold of his low hangers.

Gino grunts, as Marco’s big hand swallows his testicles and he knows that he is in the danger zone now.

Marco laughs quietly and tugs at Gino’s balls, causing his eldest sons cock to spurt lower, a line of jizz on Jayden’s bare thigh as he pulls Gino’s nuts between his asscheeks and holds onto them roughly.

“Nice job, son.” Marco whispers into his ear. “See, a little brotherly love…helps a family grow.”

Gino winces at the pull, but also feels a strange thrill go through him. He’s never had his father do this before, and it's both terrifying and exciting.

“Looks like your balls are full of life!” Marco notes.

Gino looks down at himself, at the mess he’s made, at the way Jayden is still trembling on the couch. He feels a pang of guilt, but it’s quickly overshadowed by a sense of satisfaction. He did this and it felt so damn good.

Jayden, on the other hand, is a mess. He’s covered in sweat and semen, not all of it his own. And worst of all he can still feel the throbbing in his balls. He looks at Marco, who is still holding Gino’s nuts in a firm grip, and he can’t help but feel a sense of dread. What’s next? What else does his father have planned for them?

“I bet a healthy young guy like you…can cum again, right Gino?” Marco says and his other hand leaves Gino’s balls and forces its way in between Jayden’s legs and knocks Gino’s hand aside and grabs his youngest as well.

“Now there we go, I have both of my son’s family jewels. They are well and safe in my hands,” Marco declares and his holds the released emptied testicles. They feel somehow small and vulnerable, especially Jayden’s after the abuse they took. But he doesn’t let go. He just holds them, a silent reminder of who’s in charge. The two pairs of testicles are anything but, but not that they are drained…Marco delights over the slightest size difference. It’s as close as he can get his sons balls to be as small as his own.

Gino and Jayden exchange a look of dread, gulping. How did they get here...

“You know” Marco says, his voice low and conspiratorial. “I was thinking we could make this a regular thing. This weekend, I mean. Just the three of us, out here at the beach house.”

Jayden’s eyes widen. He can’t imagine doing this again, can’t imagine putting himself through this kind of ordeal on a regular basis.

“What do you say, boys?” Marco asks, his grip tightening slightly on their balls. “Should we make this a tradition?”

Gino looks at Jayden, then back at Marco. He can see the excitement in his father’s eyes, the hunger. He knows that this is what Marco wants, what he needs. And he knows that, despite the pain, despite the humiliation, a part of him wants it too.

“Yeah,” Gino says, his voice a little shaky. “Yeah, Dad. Let’s do it.”

Jayden looks at Gino, his expression a mixture of betrayal and disbelief.

“No…we…I can’t.” Jayden gulps, as his Dad’s fingers grip his boyhood harder. “Balls” he whispers.

“Yeah, I have your balls…right here.” Marcos fingers constrict, and he squeezes his calloused hand all over Jayden’s scrotum trapped in his fist. The younger son yelps, and tries to squirm away but Marco’s grip is like iron, and he pulls Jayden up onto the sofa and drags him closer, his trapped balls in Marco’s fist.

“You were about to say?” Marco asks.

Jayden’s face contorts in pain. He tries to speak, but all that comes out is a strangled gasp. He can feel the pressure building, can feel the way Marco's fingers are digging into his flesh. He knows that he’s at Marco's mercy, that there’s nothing he can do to stop this.

“I... I can’t...I won’t!” Jayden finally manages to get out, his voice barely a whisper.

Marco’s smile widens. “Can’t what, son? Can’t say yes? Can’t agree to spend more quality time with your old dad?”

He gives Jayden’s balls another squeeze, a little harder this time. Jayden cries out, his body arching off the couch.

“Oh shit, Dad…!” Jayden begs, “I just…I just came…I’m so sore…ugh, ugh, ugh…and empty.” Jayden dry swallows as his eyes cross. “My. Balls.” Jayden gulps, underneath Gino, “Please, Dad...”

“Please what?” Marco asks, his tone still conversational, as if they’re discussing the weather. “Please stop? Or please make me say, yes and give in.”

Jayden looks at Gino, who is watching them with a look of fascination on his face. After all, Marco only appears to be rolling his nuts around, not hurting him…yet. Gino’s cock is still stiff, and Jayden hates that his own is the same way. The hormones always seem to get the best out of him these days. But he’s still too sore.

“Oh god” Jayden manages to let out. His words barely audible. “I won’t…give in.”

Marcos eyes flash, and he thinks back to Will Brady’s words. And the steel comes back into his voice.

“Then so be it.”

He lets go of Gino’s balls, and uses both hands to completely dominate Jayden. Gino watches with a mixture of horror and fascination as his father lifts Jayden up from the couch and dangles him in the air by his testicles.

Jayden cries out in pain, kicking his legs in a futile attempt to free himself. He can feel the way Marco’s hands are squeezing him, can feel the way his balls are being stretched and pulled. It’s a sharp pain unlike any he’s ever experienced, a deep, searing agony that threatens to overwhelm him because it’s his father’s doing this to him.

A rough groan comes from him, and Jayden trying to hold out, but his empty beaten balls force him to whimper. “My boynut’s Dad, uuuuuugh!”

Marco just laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that seems to shake the very foundations of the beach house. He can see the fear in Jayden's eyes, can see the way he’s struggling to breathe.

“You see, Jayden,” Marco says, his voice cold and cruel. “Your balls are the weakest at this age. I can feel the slippery suckers, under the pressure and it takes everything from you. Right son?”

He gives Jayden's balls another squeeze, and Jayden hollers, a high-pitched sound that is full of pain and humiliation.

Marco continues, a twisted smile playing on his lips. “But now, I have you and—-” he starts to trail off as Gino stands up behind Jayden, holding his body a loft, almost living careful as he supports his core, fingers holding his body by his belly. Gino presses himself up against Jayden’s back watching his father work him over, and the approval is there.

“I think…you are getting better at this, Dad. Fuck…that’s hot.” Gino says with a nod.

Jayden groans again, “Gino…please…don’t…ughnnn!” as he feels a fresh wave of pain from his groin, come up into his belly. He tightens his abdomen, forced to move through the aching pain.

Gino’s fingers dip a little lowery and he reaches for the tip of Jayden’s penis trapping it against his stomach and stops it from bobbing. Jayden tenses, and hesitantly looks back meeting his brothers gaze. “Keeping working over his balls like that, Dad. Jayden can cum again. Just watch.” Gino’s fingers hold him in place, as he rubs his fingers over Jayden’s head, making it swell.

“I bet you’re ready to pop…little brother.” Gino whispers into his ear, and Jayden shudders.

Marco looks at Jayden, a thoughtful expression on his face. He can see the way Jayden’s body is trembling, can see the way he's struggling to maintain control. He knows that Gino is right, knows that Jayden is close to the edge.

“You know what, Gino?” Marco says, his voice a low rumble. “I think you’re right. I think he’s ready.”

He gives Jayden's balls another squeeze, a little harder this time. Jayden cries out, a high-pitched sound that is full of pain and humiliation.

“Oh fuck…fu—ck!” Jayden groans, his voice a strained whisper. “You’ve…uuugh, had your….uuuugh! ….fun…now st—stop…before I…”

Marco’s smile widens. “Stop? Why would I stop when we’re just getting to the good part?”

He can feel the way Jayden’s balls are throbbing in his hands, can feel the way Jayden’s body is tensing. He knows that Jayden is about to pop, knows that he’s about to push him over the edge.

“He’s always so hard, Dad. Fuck…he’s hot. And his balls. Aren’t they the best?”

“They are something else, son. They really are. He has a good set of balls. Maybe the best that I have ever held. And now…now let’s see if they are as tough as they look.” Marco starts to pulse Jayden’s balls between his thumb and forefinger, in quick steady squeezes that get Jayden’s hips bucking. The pressure and release, in a steady rhythm that forces Jayden’s body to react. It’s as if Marco is pumping him, forcing him closer and closer to another climax.

“Unnngh!” Jayden grunts, his body tensing with each squeeze. He can feel the pleasure building, can feel the pain mingling with it in a way that is both agonizing and intoxicating.

Gino is still holding him, still rubbing him, and he can feel the way Jayden’s cock is getting harder in his hands. He can feel the way Jayden's body is responding to Marco’s ministrations, can feel the way he's getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Come on, Jayden,” Gino whispers, his lips close to Jayden’s ear. “You know you want to. Fuck bro, stop edging and do it.”

Jayden’s body is a mess of conflicting sensations. The pain in his balls is a dull, throbbing ache that is somehow making everything more intense. His eyes are wide, held up by Gino, his fingers toying with his cock, always gripping his finger slick with his previous orgasm…and now he is tensing, and Jayden grasps onto Gino’s arms his body tingling.

“I can’t hold it,” he gasps, his body arching as he feels the pressure building to an unbearable level. “No...no, I’m going to...”

“Do it,” Marco commands, his voice a low growl. “Cum for me, son. And for your brother.”

With a strangled cry, Jayden’s body convulses, waves of pleasure washing over him as he spills himself. Marco doesn't let go, instead he tightens his grip, squeezing Jayden’s balls as he empties himself, milking him for every last drop.

And as Jayden’s body goes limp, Marco’s smile widens. He’s done it. He’s broken him.

And as the waves of pleasure subside, and the pain in Jayden’s balls becomes a dull, throbbing ache, he looks at Marco, a look of defeat in his eyes. He knows that he’s lost, knows that there’s nothing he can do to stop this.

Gino and Marco move Jayden to his bedroom, placing him on his bed where he curls up in the fetal position. Putting his blanket over his contorted body, Marco holds his son’s shoulder whispering, "Night, night Jayden."

By the door Gino chuckles and as his father closes Jayden's bedroom door of Will Brady's beach house, Gino reaches up to high-five his Dad, “That was incredible, Dad. So hot, I don't let anyone ballbust Jayden, but you...you are the exception.”

Marco grins and goes to high-five Gino, but instead grabs his shoulder tightly, and just as Gino blinks in confusion, Marco brings up his knee.

“Wait, Dad...no!” Gino starts to say, but he is too late as Marco’s knee is brought straight up, hitting Gino’s nuts from below. The hard crack of his testicles smashing against his pelvis end all semblance of thought for the moment as Marco's knee hammers its way into him.

“Now that the little guy is all tuckered out, we can move on to the main event. You, Gino. It's your turn.” Marco pulls his knee back and brings it up again, hitting Gino with all the force he can muster.

Gino’s eyes widen, as he is struck for a second time, this blow hits his cock and balls both smooshing everything into a fine blobular state. A wet splat, causes Gino’s bottom lip to tremble and then he is on the floor in an instant laying in a heap at his father’s feet.

Marco tuts, hands on hips as he places one foot solidly on his son’s stomach, holding him in place as he grabs his nuts, his hands full gripping his aching testicles. Gino blinks up at Marco, as everything clicks into place. Marco conned him into turning on Jayden, and now Marco plans on finishing him off to. His revenge laid out bare, and Gino was blind to it the whole time. Jayden tried to warn him, but Gino, like always was only focused on busting his younger brother’s balls. Jayden won't be coming to save him either, it’s up to Gino and he can barely piece this all together as he holds on tight to his manhood.

The knees from his father have crippled him, and Gino needs time to recover but already Marco is dragging him away from Jayden's door by his ankles further into the beach house and Gino moans, his face contorted from the hard blows that he has already taken.

“A little father son more bonding is in order I think” Marco says, as he drags Gino’s limp body toward the master bedroom and closing the door firmly behind him. The lock clicks into place with a turn of the key in the door and Gino just starts to sit-up when Marco’s shadow falls over him.

The night sky is brilliantly lit in the overhead windows leaking in starlight and the bright full moon casting shadows everywhere. The windows are open and a slight sea breeze sneaks in, the air full of salt and the hungry ocean crashing on shore, the high tide giving the illusion that the water at any moment will come inside and join them.

Gino clears his throat, groaning as he says “Dad, I think this has gone on long enough. You have had your fun. Both of us have. Let’s just...head to bed.” Painfully aware that he is not in the right position, Gino slowly tries to slither one leg between his father’s feet so that he might kick straight up into his exposed groin. However, Marco seems to notice this instantly and grabs that ankle along with his other. Falling back to the floor, Gino grunts groaning more in frustration then pain as his head hits the hardwood. Marco yanks Gino’s legs a part while he watches as Marco places his bare foot right in between the crutch of his legs, and ever so gently lowering the flat of his foot to touch his groin.

“No, Gino. It's not your bedtime yet. You always liked staying up later than Jayden anyways” Marco grins and slowly, rubs his foot along Gino’s shaft and plump nuggets. Gino sneers, at the contact and hates as his Dad’s toes tickle just below the crown of his penis. The sensitive tube starts to stiffen, and Marco and his oldest notice this together making eye contact. “This part of you is certainly up for staying up a little while longer.”

‘I'm going to kick your ass!” Gino growls grabbing his father’s foot, and trying to pull it free. He almost succeeds before Marco powers through and he lowers his heel past Gino’s defiance, and feeling boy’s fingers slipping up his leg; unable to stop him. Marco feels Gino’s large squishy nuts start to compress as he presses his foot closer to the floor. The groan from Gino is quick, and he lets go of Marco’s foot.

“Uh, uh, uhh...behave boy or I promise that this can get a lot worse.” Marco says, and he wiggles his heel in a circular motion as Gino’s balls compress and flatten under the steady weight of his father’s heel. “Awww...you don’t like that? Too much pressure? My heel is only pressing down on your balls.” Marco raises his heel, and slowly brings the ball of his foot back down. “Better?”

Gino winces, at the new pressure, his balls being grounded under his father's foot.

“I want you to remember this. Remember when you had Jayden on the sofa and you...well...made him cum for you? You were such a loving brother, making sure everything was in working order.” Marco smiles and as Gino blinks back at the intensity of the maneuver and the pain building in his balls. Marco brings his heel down again.

“FUUUCK!” Gino cries out, as the new pressure on his balls is too much and he feels himself get sick to his stomach. He gasps for a breath and can feel his father’s foot grinding him into the floor.

“Shhh...take it. You can withstand it.” Marco says, and he applies more pressure, the heel of his foot crushing Gino’s nuts further into the hardwood floor, his balls spreading like butter in a hot pan.

Gino moans, as Marco’s big toe rubs in small circles around the slit of his cock. Gino is starting to leak in his underwear and he barely has time to register that as Marco starts to bounce his heel up and down, striking his nutsack with small jerking thumps as if he is playing patty cake with his balls.

For a moment Gino looks to the door, willing Jayden, his younger brother would come and save him but Marco laughs bringing his attention back to his reality. “You turned on Jayden, and we put his to bed with his own sore nuts. Don’t you remember? He is not coming, no one is going to stop this.” Marco laughs, as Gino gripping the floor with both hands stretched out like claws groans, eyes rolling back as the pain in his groin overwhelms his senses.

“I can do this all night.” Marco says, as he brings his heel down again, a little harder this time. Gino gasps and arches his back, as a wave of nausea washes over him. He can feel the bile rising in his throat, and he knows that he's going to be sick.

“You...bastard!” croaks Gino, his flattening balls throbs, pulsing in his nutsack and Gino’s wild heartbeat seems to thud louder in his chest as Marco’s foot picks up his aching erection between his large two toes and starts to masturbate him.

Gino grunts feeling his cock getting worked over, and he whimpers out “My fucking...balls, Dad. UUUUghhh shit!”

Marco pulls on Gino’s ankles, increasing the pain in his scrotum as his foot sinks in further into his sons groin.

“Dad...Dad, stop...I'm...I'm...” but the words are lost in a strangled cry as Marco’s foot grinds deeper, the full weight of Marco pressing down, the heel sinking into the tender flesh.

“Oh? Going somewhere, son?” Marco sneers, and he pulls on Gino's legs again. “I thought you were going to kick my ass. I’m still waiting on that.”

“Dad my balls....fuck...you don’t, underst—and!” Gino winces falling back, as the waves of pain leak into his taut stomach and his belly cramps at the throbs of pulsing pain shooting up from his nuts. “My balls...my balls are bigger than yours! They hurt...worse!”

Marco’s heel shifts, grinding the meat of Gino’s testicles against the unyielding floor. He leans forward, putting more of his weight into it. Anger flailing up in his eyes “My nuts...” he is slightly stunned by the insult, and he pauses his crushing stomp to wiggle Gino’s balls, and the two globes are indeed the most impressive set of testicles that he has ever felt.

Gino breathes a sigh of relief, and his cock throbs as Marco’s toes continue to stimulate the head. Gino is breathing faster now and he can feels sweat breaking out on his neck and brow. A low moan hits him, and his hips slide up against Marco’s foot trailing his cock along it’s length and Gino feels another pulse as his Dad grips the end of his firm penis again, squeezing slightly.

“Don’t...cum” he whispers, to himself, but it’s too late. His body is betraying him, the pleasure and the pain are a confusing mix and he can feel the pressure building in the base of his penis. A low grunt escapes Gino as he tries to hold back, but it’s no use. His cock twitches violently, and he can feel the spasm start deep in his groin, as his balls are crushed under Marco’s heel.

“Awww...fuck, Dad...no...” he groans, as he can feel the orgasm starting, the pressure of his father’s heel is too much, and Marco squeezes his toes as a single drop of pre-cum beads on the tip of his son’s penis. It glistens in the moonlight. The sight of it seems to enrage Marco, and with a growl, he grinds his heel down with a sudden, brutal twist.

Gino’s world explodes into a white-hot nova of pure agony. A strangled, high-pitched scream tares from his throat, raw and guttural. His body jackknifes off the floor, becoming flat in the air, his whole body quaking in the power grip of his powerful orgasm before collapsing back onto the hardwood. His cock throbs, and Gino’s eyes widen in alarm at the upcoming pulsing and he tries to say that he is going to come...but in reality both he and his father can plainly see what is happening. The thick rope of semen shoots out, landing on Marco’s ankle, mixing with his dark leg hairs, while smaller droplets cover the floor below. Gino pumps another volley, and another, each one accompanied by a fresh wave of nausea and pain in his groin.

“Look at that, the little bull can still make a mess!” Marco teases and as the last of Gino’s orgasm subsides, he finally lifts his foot. He looks down at the mess on the floor and the panting, sweat-soaked boy at his feet. “We are going to have to clean that up. But not now.”

Gino just lays there, gasping for breath, as his body hums with his release. He feels like he’s going to be sick, and he can feel the throbbing in his groin, a dull, persistent ache that is a constant reminder of what he’s just been through. He feels hollowed out, his body and spirit bruised. He looks up at the ceiling, the moonlight a cruel spotlight on his humiliation. He can't believe this is happening, can't believe that his father, the man he looked up to, is the one inflicting this pain.

Marco looks down at him, a look of satisfaction on his face. He can see the defeat in Gino’s eyes, can see the way he’s given up.

Marco lifts his foot slightly, a moment of blessed relief for Gino. But it's a trick. Marco stomps down, not with the crushing heel, but with the flat of his foot, a wet, heavy smack that flattens Gino's recently spent cock and empty what is left in his balls in one go.

Gino’s mouth falls open in horror at the attack, before the pain of the stomp slams into him. He gags, a dry heave, as the shockwave of agony radiates through his abdomen.

“Oh God...my balls...” he groans, his voice a weak, drained.

“One more...kiss before bedtime I think.” Marco says, and he stomps down again. The dull thud echoing around the room, along with Gino’s howl into the night.

 

After Marco puts his eldest to bed, who curls up in a fetal position just like his younger brother, facing towards the wall and ignoring the gorgeous waves hammering the beach just below his window.

Gino pulls his pillow over his head, clearly not wanting to even look at his father again.

“Nighty night, Gino...I hope that the bed bugs don’t bite your balls.” Marco laughs at his corny joke. Tomorrow over breakfast he will reinforce exactly how the boys will behave in front of their mother and father. Marco closes the door satisfied that he has once again regained the status as the alpha male in the house.

Moving past his bedroom, he walks down the hall and turns a corner and softly knocks at the door of the one next to his own.

“Come in.”

Will Brady watches from the shadows sitting at his desk, a glass of bourbon in his hand while Marco steps into the room. All night long Will was listening from the inside the master bedroom: the muffled cries, the wet thuds, the heavy breathing. He smiles to himself, taking a slow sip of his drink. The ice cubes clink against the glass, a counterpoint to the sounds of Marco’s work.

“I think you have earned this” Will says pouring Marco a good share of the amber liquid into a glass. “Ice cubes are here if you want them.”

“Thank you” Marco says, adding only one and takes a slow sip. He sighs, satisfied and sits next to his friend.

Will feels a familiar warmth spreading through his chest, a satisfaction that goes beyond the alcohol. This was his idea, after all. He’d seen the potential in Marco, the darkness that lurked just beneath the surface. He’d nurtured it, fed it, and now it was blooming in the most beautiful way.

He thinks about the boys, Jayden and Gino. He remembers their youthful energy, their cocky swagger, and he doubts if they will do that again.

“Looks like you aced your test tonight.”

Marco can’t help but grin as he finishes his glass and putting it down with a hard thunk.
I would say so.”

Will refills Marco's glass again, and leans back in his chair looking thoughtful and adds. “The boys are going to be sore for a few days.”

“A week...maybe more.” Marco cheerily emphasizes.

“Good,” Will nods swirling the bourbon in his glass. “They’ll remember who’s in charge. And... they’ll remember the feeling of what it is like to lose to you.”

“I’ll be out of here before they wake tomorrow, I just made sure to stop by...in case the plan didn’t work. Seems as though I was that was not necessary.” Will clinks glasses with Marco, and he grips his shoulder. “You bested them both tonight.” He says, and after a beat passes he continues. “I told you I know what is best for them, and for your family. They needed this. Just like you needed this.”

Marco nods, a slow, deliberate motion. He feels the truth of Will’s words settling over him like a heavy blanket. He hadn’t just been following orders; he'd been reclaiming something he didn't even know he’d lost. These were the hands of a father, taking back his own castle.

Will sees the shift in Marco’s eyes, the hardening of his jaw. He knows he’s won. He’s not just given Marco a night of depraved pleasure; he’s given him a new way of being, a new lens through which to see the world.

“Now,” Will says, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “This is who you are now, Marco. And your sons will not forget it.”

Marco nods in agreement. “Thank you for coming over, for letting us stay here and for, well. Thank you for everything.”

“Anytime my friend, see you at poker next week.”

Marco stands ready to head to his own room, and asks “Who is watching your boys?”

“I left Sam in charge, he knows the rules...I expect that he will take care of Bill. I am unconcerned. Have a good night.”

Marco nods, leaving his empty glass behind, the ice cube clinking as he places the glass.

 

The next morning, the beach house is quiet. The sun is up, but the energy is muted, a stark contrast to the raw tension of the night before.

Jayden wakes up slowly, a dull ache pulsing in his groin. He moves to sit up and winces, a sharp, tender pain reminding him of Marco’s grip and that of his brother. He can still feel the phantom pressure of his father’s hands, the way Gino’s body had felt pressed against his. He flushes, a wave of shame and anger washing over him. He swings his legs over the side of the bed, the morning light hurting his eyes, and he stands up, walking to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, he locks the door, the click loud in the silence. He looks in the mirror and his eyes widen at the sight. His scrotum is a mottled mess of blues and purples, a garish bruise blooming across the delicate skin. He touches it gently, hissing as the pain flares. He feels a surge of rage, at Marco, at Gino, at himself for not fighting harder, for not being able to stop it.

He splashes cold water on his face, trying to wash away the memory, but it clings to him like a second skin. Then moves to the shower, to wash away the semen that he missed.

He can hear the shower in the bathroom next door, and knows that Gino is in there and he narrows his eyes as the bar of soap slides across his chest. This is all Gino's fault.

 

Jayden marches down to the breakfast table, wondering if he should call Chase to come pick him up and end this horrible weekend alone with his father and brother when Marco eyes his hesitation.

“Breakfast is on the table. I scrambled your eggs real well” Marco says, placing a fork next his plate. Marco’s eyes never leave his sons. “I even balled the watermelon” Marco lifts a perfect sphere from his own fruit bowl and bites into it, the pink juice leaking down his chin.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

Jayden gulps, “Yeah, Dad...sure.”

Marco motions for him to sit, and he does.

Marco sits across from his youngest, his fork clinks against the fruit bowl as he pierces two watermelon balls and lifts them to his mouth and sucks both into his mouth before he bites down.

Jayden blinks, mouth dry and takes a sip of his juice.

A moment later, Jayden looks up, Gino is next to him sitting down to his own plate of scrambled eggs, and his father makes the same remark about his own. “Scrambled the eggs for you Gino, real well.” Gino gets the hidden meaning along with the watermelon ball comment.

“Things are going to be different now. After this weekend, I expect you both to behave in front of your mother especially. No more rough housing...or I will show you again, what will happen. Got it?”

Gino mumbles “Yes, Dad.”

Jayden nods. He feels the anger simmering beneath the surface, but he knows that he’s trapped, that there’s nothing he can do to fight back. He’s lost this battle, but he knows that the war isn't over.

“I will drive you boys home after you eat. I want to hear no talk about this weekend. It never happened. Understand.”

Marco's phone rings, and he picks it up.

“Will...hey...what? Bill? No! Not that! You promised!”

Jayden watches as his father's face changes, the smug, satisfied look replaced by something else. Fear? Panic? It’s hard to tell.

“I’m on my way.” He says and stands up abruptly. “Eat your breakfast. I will be back, later.”

He doesn’t wait for a reply, just grabs his keys and leaves, the front door slamming shut behind him.

Jayden and Gino are left alone in the silent kitchen. The air is thick with unspoken words, with the lingering presence of their father. The scrambled eggs on their plates suddenly look grotesque, a vulgar reminder of the night before.

Gino pushes his plate away, the scrape of ceramic against wood loud in the silence. He looks at Jayden, a flicker of something in his eyes. Guilt? Fear?

“I...I’m sorry, Jayden. I should’nt have...I messed up. I always have your back and, I fucked up.” Gino reaches for Jayden’s arm, but drops his hand.

Jayden sighs, and tries for a small smile. “It’s...it’s okay.” Jayden grabs his brother in a hug, falling into his arms and buying his face into Gino’s neck. Taking a large breath, Jayden takes in his brother’s familiar smell, the faint hint of sandalwood, and the horrible Axe body spray that he over uses. Jayden holds on tight, and closes his eyes.

Gino gulps at the fierceness of his younger brother’s embrace and holds him to him, patting his back and says “I’m sorry” again, and really meaning it. The two brothers hold each other for a long moment, a silent truce in the middle of a war they never asked to fight.

“He’s gone.” Jayden whispers into Gino’s ear.

“Yeah,” Gino says, his voice a low rumble. “He’s gone, I heard him take the truck.”

“Then let’s take yours and get the hell out of here, and go. Now.”

Gino nods, and they both stand up, leaving their unfinished breakfast on the table. They don’t bother to clean up, don't bother to look back. They just grab their bags, their movements swift and silent, and head for the door.

The drive home is quiet and uneasy. They don’t speak, they just drive, the silence in the car a heavy blanket. Jayden stares out the window, watching the world blur by, a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that he can’t quite focus on. He can feel the ache in his groin, a constant reminder of the night before, a dull, throbbing pain that he knows will be with him for a while.

Gino grips the steering wheel, his knuckles white. He can feel Jayden’s eyes on him, can feel the unspoken questions hanging in the air. He wants to explain, wants to tell Jayden that he was just as much a victim as he was, but the words won't come.

When they get home, the brother’s part at their respective bedrooms each closing their doors behind them.

Jayden sits on his bed, holding his phone wondering when he should call Chase to talk. Or maybe Logan, but instead he takes off his clothes down to his underwear and climbs into bed. Wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep, and to start again fresh on Monday morning...wrestling practice is going to suck with how his equipment is...but he has dealt with worse.

Closing his eyes, Jayden falls into an uneasy sleep, holding his pillow tight and waiting for morning to come.

 

 

 

~End