Mark
and Oliver
by Lenny
Dear
BB Community,
Lenny,
for those of you are not aware runs his own blog and was interested in sharing
a story with all of you. I have known Lenny for a few years now and his stories
are always well-detailed, engaging, and fun. He is one of my favorite
Ballbusting writers, and this story is a huge treat! He has written some other
stories about Invincible on his blog. If you have not had the pleasure of
reading those I highly recommend.
Take
care and happy reading!
~Jimmy
“Oliver, you can’t just do whatever you want.”
Oliver pouted and groaned. He doesn’t like getting yelled at, especially for something he knows he’s not wrong about.
“But why not? Bad guys are bad! We should stop them.”
“That doesn’t mean you can just kill them! We need to protect people, not kill them!”
“But bad guys are different! They deserve it!”
“Just because they do something bad, doesn’t mean they deserve to die! Oliver! People are people, you can’t kill anyone, no matter what!”
Oliver’s face scrunched up and tightened as he thought through what came so naturally to him. “That’s stupid though! They’re so weak and squishy. If we protect the bad guys, we’re just wasting our time!”
Mark couldn’t be stoic in his blue get-up. He was shocked, his little brother sounding so cruel and hateful. How could his baby brother feel that way? It was like he got stabbed in the heart with a twisting knife. Underneath his powerful frame, you saw the body language of someone losing a battle and feeling it.
“Oliver… that’s so messed up. You…” Mark averted his gaze and grimaced, feeling his emotions swell up in him. He didn’t want to argue with Oliver like this, but he knew he was an adult and had to do something. He reached out to Oliver’s shoulder, laid his hand on him and tried to be an adult. Oliver starred in response to his big brother, determined to convince him.
“Oliver… you can’t just say that. You can’t.”
“Why not! They’ll be less bad guys, and everyone would love us more!”
“That doesn’t-”
“I’ll prove it to you! I’ll prove to you that-”
Mark’s hand on Oliver’s shoulder tightened and Oliver groaned, shifting.
“Mark, s-”
“Oliver, you can’t do that! You have no idea what you’re saying!”
“You can’t stop me! Let-”
“Oliver, you need to listen! Now!” Mark’s hand tightened as he felt his brother getting away from him.
Oliver tried to shove off Mark’s hand, but Mark was holding on too tight.
“Let go of me!”
“No! You’re going to run off again, and you need to listen! I’m tired of being nice. We both have a responsibility, Oliver! We need to protect the weak and not take advantage of them!”
Oliver whined as he continued to try and get his big brother’s hand off his shoulder, but it was just too tight. Looking ahead, he saw the most obvious thing and pulled his arm back, yelled out and slammed his fist hard into his big brother’s spandex-held bulge.
The bulge, which always protruded naturally and proudly, flattened and rippled in the now blue and black suit. Mark yelped out in a high pitch , his body folding over as the sudden pain in his groin exploded unexpectedly. Never in a million years did he expect to get attacked like this by his own brother.
