A loud roar of joyous, youthful laughter roared out and Luca reached up and leaned on his tall, best friend, pushing him away. His dyed Blonde hair fell on Landon’s shoulder and the two shared the joy as Luca jumped off and pointed at Landon.
“Laaame! Come on bitch, don’t back out!”
“Luca, you fucking weirdo I’m not doing that-”
Luca leaped forward in front of Landon, his thin, loose jeans falling on the grass beneath them. Luca’s hair flailed as he swung and he opened his legs wide. Landon smiled brightly as he stared at Luca’s spread legs, seeing his jeans bulging between his legs. His eyes jumped up, scanning over the dirty shirt and loose jacket over Luca’s long, slender body and finally up at his face. Luca’s eyes were closed and his mouth fluttered in exaggeration.
“Daddy, don’t hurt me! Please, don’t step on my balls!”
Landon laughed and hid away, his tall, lanky frame smiling and embarrassed as their friends were also ashamed, but in good taste. Landon shook his head and walked up to Luca and pressed his foot down gently on Luca’s groin, feeling his junk under his foot.
“Aw!” Luca let out in high pitched, closing his thighs together. “Harder Daddy, harder!”
“Shut up!” Landon replied in laughter, digging his foot in, his heel sinking into Luca’s groin, twisting it.
Luca cried out, his eyes opening and pulling his hands into his best friend’s foot. The pressure was building but it wasn’t on his most sensitive parts.
“Oh, yes, like that, yes!”
Landon pushed his foot in harder and harder, almost stomping into Luca, and one of the stomps was pulled down and crushed Luca’s testicle against the ground.
Luca yelped and twisted at the sudden shock to his system. His friends laughed and suddenly, he felt himself grow red and warm.
“Nnnn!”
Landon pulled his foot out of Luca’s groin and let him curl up. “Haha, I felt that! Ahh, jammed up his pluuums!”
Landon walked away, holding his jeans and shook his head. Luca pulled himself up and curled over on his knees, laughing and looking up at Landon and his friends; most of them were girls and suddenly he felt a little embarrassed by it. He clutched his nuts and stood up and pulled down at his jeans. Laughing, he turned back to Landon with a shameful smile.
“Fuck, that was hot.” Luca groaned in a force.
“You think everything is hot.” Landon responded.
“Only when you do it, papa.”
“You’re so flipping gay, Luca.” One of their friends responded.
“But he’s not though, that’s just him with Landon.”
Luca laughed and joked with his friends, pulling at the crotch of his pants before letting go and having a good time. He was the last of his friends to turn 18 and so were at the end of their high school journey, celebrating the final days. Luca always felt uncomfortable with his budding sexuality and that of his peers, and what it means to be a man, especially as he’s lived alone with his older sister. But he’s looked at himself in the mirror and he usually feels like he looks good, even when other things aren’t going his way. He likes his smile and some of the selfies he makes him proud of himself. And since he’s basically bleached his hair a couple months ago, he’s been happier when in the mirror and with friends. It’s unlocked something in him. He’s started to respond to his youth and excitement by throwing himself into it, awkwardly but freely when with his friends like this. And he’s gotten especially comfortable doing this with Landon, who he’s latched to and has become best friends with.
Despite this, Landon made it clear that he and Luca are both straight, and Luca agreed. Landon was always in it for the girls, and Luca didn’t or perhaps didn’t want to contest. In a way, it’s made it easier for Luca to feel more free, with those explicit boundaries being made clear.
It’s interesting to note that Luca never really played like this before, with his legs spread wide open and inviting Landon to step on his manhood. It made Luca feel dirty and when he spread his legs, a rush of excitement rushed through his legs and stomach. And then the foot came down at the right angle and it was sharp. The play suddenly shifted and he had to take a moment. Looking up and seeing those girls laughing and staring at him on his knees and clutching his balls, reminded him of something core and deep. He suddenly felt very embarrassed and wanted to stop talking about this. So, he faced his uncomfortable feelings with more joking and moved on.
The friends continued to hang out all night, drinking and smoking and playing in their final nights of youth. It continued late and then even later, until they found their way to their cars and drove each other back. Luca was the last ride back for Landon.
“Dropping you off at home or my place.” Landon asked after pulling out of the last friends place.
“Ehh… mine.”
“You sure? My place isn’t that far.”
“Naaah, it’s fiine. Nyyaaa… ahhmmama… It’s easier this way.” Luca replied sleepily, trying not to fall asleep in the front seat. He sighed out and sat in the silence, reflecting back on the day. Landon nodded and didn’t say anything for a minute. When stopped at a light, he went to switch songs on his phone.
“Ahhh… put on my sooong!”
Landon laughed and nodded. “Right, right. It’s a good night drive song.”
“You caan beee freeee-” Luca started
“You can beeee freeeee juuust pleeease coome hoooome, it’s awlriiIIiIGHT!” Landon responded, turning the car into a karaoke bar.
Luca smiled and sat up in the seat as the opening notes of Au Pays du Cocaine came on and turned to Landon and sighed.
“Luca, you coming out tomorrow?”
“Hmm, probably. Ahh… tonight was nice.”
“Yeah, it was… ugh. Have a shift tomorrow, too.”
“Oh, no… poor Landon.”
“Poor Landon, indeed…”
The two sat silently in song as Luca thought about the night and specifically, how he opened his legs wide for Landon and asked him to stomp him where he’s most sensitive. He never would’ve been comfortable- no, willing- to do that earlier this year. The thrill he had when it happened, the fun it was to feel his friend close to him like that in a fun way… up until and to an extent, when it started to hurt too. It made him tingle. Luca didn’t get it but he feels like he’s reclaiming himself. Staring in the carseat mirror, the shotgun of Landon’s camry, Luca knows he can change. He’s in his own story and his blonde hair, sharp smile and proud, male body only help to support him as he’s ready to take on the world.
“Where the fuck were you?”
The 26 year old Emily was sitting at the kitchen table as Luca walked into the apartment. He grimaced, his sister's accusation scratching at his head as he returned home and his mood nosedived into the special, shitty place he’s used to rotting in.
“I told you, I was going to be out tonight.”
“Pfft. With Landon, huh?”
Luca groaned and went past his sister, and went to his bed past his older sister’s venomous words.
“Jesus, fuck! Always scared to have a conversation. You ever think about saying goodnight to your only sister?”
“Goodnight.” Luca yelled as he went into his room and fell into the bed, shoving his head into the pillow and trying not to think about his big sister and just focus on the great night he had before. But he heard her walking over and knew he couldn’t escape her yet. He heard her stomping end right at the doorway and waited in painful silence until she spoke. He hoped he’d get lucky and fall asleep before she spoke.
“Mom’s inheritance is running out. But who cares about adult problems? Go out and swing your dick around with Landon, hope you two had fun jerking each other off. There’s spaghetti in the fridge for when you wake up. I’ll call you when I’m on break tomorrow.”
Luca didn’t shower when he woke up. He heated up his food, played a few rounds of Hades on his PS5 and then took Emily’s call. He then took a nap, before getting dinner ready and cleaning up like Emily asked. He wanted to go out tonight again and if he didn’t want anymore shit, he knew he had to play nice and give her no reason to be angry with him.
He got dinner ready and scrolled through his phone as he waited for Emily to come home. Luca realized that he should’ve showered before getting the food ready but didn’t want to be in the shower when Emily came home. It could be seen as disrespectful. He then smelled his pits and groaned. He got up to put on some deodorant and a little fragrance, then went back to wait.
After an hour of waiting, Luca got frustrated and realized he could’ve showered already and texted Landon to let him know that he might be late tonight.
Luca decided to just get up and change out of his jeans and shirt, which is exactly when he heard the front door open. He groaned, his jeans and shirt on the floor. He spent a moment thinking about putting his jeans back on. He had a thin undershirt on, so he didn’t need to put anything else on. Then he looked down at his boxers and thought they looked fine and unrevealing. He leaned over and closed his eyes, smelling them and decided.
“Fuck it. She’s late and I did everything else.”
Luca got up and sauntered out of his room in his just boxers and wife beater shirt. His arms were ripped but not bulky, his body was firm and healthy. He doesn’t work out much, but there’s a reason he’s happy when he looks in the mirror. He rubbed his bleached hair and walked to the kitchen, breathing out and preparing for anything.
When he walked in, he smelled the strong odor of alcohol, which answered his question on why she was late. She’s in a bad mood. Luca prepared himself as he said nothing and sat down at the table.
“Who are you showing off those twigs to? Gotta hit the gym, Luca.”
“I was just about to take a shower. How was work?” He asked, changing the subject.
“Sorry for interfering with your gooning session.”
Luca said nothing as Emily sat down at the table. The sound of the table scraping and the smell of hour-old rotisserie chicken filled the room and made Luca feel a little sick, so he just closed his eyes.
Emily sighed loudly and picked off the piece of chicken that she wanted. Luca soon opened his eyes and started to take mac and cheese while his sister worked at the chicken.
“Work was dumb. Stupid fucking college boys won’t stop flirting with the customers. You know what that new hiree did today?”
“What?”
“That asshole dropped an entire bag of cheese on the ground just so he could talk to this hot MILF for another minute and take her order again. I saw him do it and he still denied it even after I showed him the video.”
Luca ate the mac and cheese, not sure exactly what to say, but waiting for Emily to continue to rant. He had a split second memory of when they were younger and living with Mom. He remembered her smiling while they planned the pranks they used to play on mom’s boyfriend at the time. She wanted to record it back to show her mom their handiwork and make her laugh; of course she never laughed, but that didn’t stop Emily from trying.
“You should’ve seen the look on his face when I called him out in front of that bitch. He looked like I just caught him with his dick in the apple pie.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah, wow.” Emily laughed and put her tableware on the table before groaning and leaning back in her chair, with her eyes closed. Luca looked up at her. Her brown hair in a ponytail and a long sleeve shirt compressing against her body. Large breasts held in by her bra and Luca could see the jeans on her hip from across the table. Her body was strong and healthy, but her face was tired and angry. He could tell she was angry and looking for something. His head went down to the table when she leaned back towards the food.
“You should’ve heard the sound he made when I accused him. It was like that time I got Landon’s sister to smack him in the balls.”
She waited for a laugh but didn’t get one. Luca sat there, remembering the memory of a few years ago. It was when he and Landon weren’t as close, but Luca’s friends, especially Landon, made Emily be the adult to drive them to a concert downtown. But first, they met up at Landon’s house. The boys all liked to hang out around Emily at first, until she starts to become pretty unbearable, Luca reflected.
Emily was around and waiting for everyone to get ready, when Landon was laying on his couch. He had on worn-in jeans that were slim fitting, and he was resting when his little sister came in asking for help with getting the ipad working again. Luca remembered this distinctly.
“Oh, that’s terrible. Ashley, right?”
The little girl nodded and gave Emily the ipad.
“Okay, I can take a look at it… but can you do me a favor?”
Ashley nodded carefully, being respectful to the adult in the room.
“Do you see your brother over there? See how he’s laying there? Wouldn’t it be so funny if you slapped your brother in the nuts as a joke?”
Ashley looked at Emily, the adult in the room, and wondered what she meant.
“You see that little hill between his legs? Do you know what that is?”
“Uhh…”
“Those are his boy parts, and it would be really funny if you hit him there. And honestly, as his sister. It’s your job to mess with him and show him who’s boss. Right girl?”
Ashley laughed and nodded her head.
“You hit your brother in his boy parts, and I’ll fix your ipad!”
Luca remembers Ahsley walking her way over and looking back carefully at Luca, then at Emily before Emily nodded at her laughing and nudging him. Luca tried to ignore it but couldn’t look away as Ashley reared her hand back and slammed it hard into Landon’s bulge in his jeans.
Landon immediately let out an immediate guffaw that choked in his throat. His eyes opened wide and his mouth comically open as he moaned out in a high pitch and Emily immediately burst out in laughter. His sister howled as Luca’s friend rolled off the couch, and onto his knees, groaning and bent over.
“Haha, nice one Ashley! You see that, Luca! She wrecked his balls!”
Luca tried to focus on his phone and not look up, but groaned in confirmation. Luca’s reaction made Emily laugh louder and Luca tried hard not to look up. He scrolled on his phone and every time he looked up, Landon was on his knees groaning into the couch and not moved one inch.
“Hmph. That kid cried out in the funniest way, I can’t even describe it. Ahh, can’t get better than that. Anyways, did you hear me last night?”
“Yes. I’ll look for a job this summer.”
“Should look for a job now. For a man, you’re pretty useless, you know.”
Luca ate his food and let the insult slide. He could feel her eyes on him as he ate and tried to ignore it.
“Hell, even start a fucking Onlyfans. You and Landon would make more than I do as a manager.”
“Why don’t you start an Onlyfans.” Luca said louder than he expected to. His new personality snuck out and he caught his breath. Clenching his fork, Luca’s knuckles grew white as he felt the heat of her stare dig into him.
“Oh that’s fucking rich from you. You do nothing all day, how about you man the fuck up. No, you’re right. I’ll just sell my body. If I do, you’ll tell all your friends to subscribe too?”
“Ah, n-no of course not.”
“Oh like fuck you wouldn’t. You probably still jerk off to my panties when I’m not here.”
“I was 8 and I wasn’t jerking off!.” Luca defended.
“Whatever, dude. Doesn’t matter to me, perv or not.” She returned, letting her verbal smack sit in the air. Luca focused on his food and tried to think if there’s anything he can do to soften the blow of him going out again tonight.
“Sorry. I’ll look for a job soon.”
Emily said nothing and continued to eat the chicken Luca warmed up.
“Is there anything you need from me tonight?” Luca asked, sure to use a soft, warm tone as he did.
“Pfft. From you? Ugh… whatever, no I guess.”
“You sure? I wanted to go out again tonight.”
Emily slammed her cutlery to the stable loudly. “Of course. Sure, it’s fine.”
Luca didn’t say anything and continued to eat carefully, grateful to get what he got from his sister.
“That’s it?”
“Uh sorry. Thank you, Emily.”
“You’re so ungrateful, you know that.”
“Sorry.”
“No, really. Fuck, you’re still such a kid. I can’t believe you’re already 18. You still act like a child and the most you’ve done around here is dye your stupid hair and ruin my bathroom.”
“Em, stop holding that against me. I didn’t make a mess anywhere.”
“It reeked the bathroom up for a week afterwards, asshole! And you didn’t even ask before you did it.”
“I said I’m sorry.”
“Men shouldn’t even be dying their hair like that either. You dye your pubes too?”
“What the fuck?”
“It’s a joke.”
Luca was getting angry and put his fork and knife down. He closed his eyes and rubbed his palms into them, spots blooming in the darkness as he struggled to contain his frustrations.
“Fuck, you could never take a joke. You’ve always been so sensitive. You always sided with Mom. You remember that?”
“...Emily. Why-”
“You never laugh at my jokes, and you’re always so sensitive. You need to take your balls out of your purse and-”
“Emily, stop!”
“Stop what!?”
“This! Fuck, Emily. I’m going to go.” Luca pushed off from the table and turned to head out the room, but Emily grabbed him by the arm and got in his face.
“What the fuck is your problem!?” Emily called out as Luca’s head retracted.
“You’re drunk, Emily. Let go of me.”
But she didn’t, Emily’s grip only got tighter. Luca groaned and pushed her away.
“You’re fucking drunk! Let go, bitch!”
“I am not drunk! I had a few beers!”
The two argued and argued. Emily had her finger in his face, accusing and insulting her younger brother and Luca couldn’t help but spit back this time. His frustration grew and grew until it reached a boiling point and he just couldn’t stand it anymore. He was tired of getting emasculated and he just didn’t need to take this anymore. He’s bigger than her. Why is he still so scared of her?
He tried to push past her but she just ran in front of him and made sure he didn’t leave the living room. She got in his face again, her breath and breasts pressing in and trying to intimidate him to back down, but Luca tried one last time to push past his older sister. This time, she grabbed his shirt and then picked at his hair.
This fight was actually happening as Emily slapped at his head and tried to push him back, and it was finally here that Luca understood that he’s not a little brother anymore. Her slaps stung, but felt like nothing. Luca was stronger and huge now compared to when they were kids. He finally felt free to let himself go and didn’t hold back as he pushed her down. With a thud, Emily fell back against the floor and looked shocked in that split moment. She didn’t expect this and Luca finally felt powerful. He’s a fucking man, no matter what she says. He’s always been a man, too.
Luca finally fought back, “You need to fucking back off! Say one more fucked up thing again, or make me feel like fucking garbage, and I’m going to beat your ass! Test me, get a black eye, bitch!”
Emily’s eyes twisted in fury and she jumped up with no hesitation, bouncing in her tight outfit. Long sleeve firmly against her body and jeans hugging her tight, Luca grimaced but reached out to handle her. Her hands went up so he turned his head to defend against slaps and scratches, and immediately put his hands up in self defense.
But in the corner of his eye, he saw her leg shifting and stepping backwards. Luca didn’t expect this and stood there for a moment, wondering if she was above to leave and if he should follow her. But then her foot pulled back forward, swinging through the air and suddenly every sense in his body swung into alert, yet frozen as she moved in slow motion. Emily’s leg swung with all her might and kicked Luca as hard as she could in the testicles and drove them both up into his pelvis.
A loud, meaty thwack echoed and without hesitation, Luca jumped up to his toes. The heat of the day had his sack loose and heavy in his boxers, so they were hanging down with nothing in their way and at the lowest they could be, so upon impact, there was almost nothing to protect his balls from Emily’s vindictive anger-driven foot. Emily could easily feel the shape of his balls and how they were hanging in his underwear as her foot crushed them. And as for Luca, he could also intimately feel his big sister’s foot on all of the sensors on his delicate and musky sack.
Luca immediately choked out and felt his body zap in shock. There was no pain, but instead it was a sharp ring erupting from his testicles that took his focus entirely. His hands pulled in towards the two meaty alarm bells, covering his crotch with both hands as he stumbled and very quickly deduced something terrible just happened. It was the same sharp instance of pressure from yesterday, but 10x worse but also, weirdly emptier. Like the entire world just got drained out.
Luca tried to process, his eyes bulging out as he stood still and began to understand what just happened to him. His big sister, his caretaker Emily, really did just kick him there during an argument. It was always in the back of his mind, but it felt like a line that wouldn’t ever be crossed. He wondered if that shock was what made him feel so empty, as the pain still wasn’t there. Anxiously, he rumbled as suddenly something made him choke from the inside. He gasped, mouth tightened and a cry got strangled in the back of his throat as a roaring pain sprung up from between his thighs.
Luca’s eyes tightened and his whole world was suddenly a battle to keep himself together. He realized the emptiness before was just part of his soul getting ripped out so his body could have more room for this immense trauma. His balls felt like two heavy weights that had the power of the sun, pulling him down and warping everything around their gravity. His legs felt weak and wobbly, and his entire body was just begging to fall down. But Luca was determined not to fall over and give Emily the satisfaction of getting to him. He tried to freeze and keep everything together. He knew she was still right there in front of him, watching him and probably screaming at him. He bit down on his tongue, clenched and tried to steady his legs.
But Luca was just kicked in the balls. No one has ever hit him this hard before and that impact was in his most sensitive and intimate place, by the one person around whom he is entrusted to take care of him.
His bony knees buckled and wobbled together as the pain just continued to grow and grow. He’s never felt this sick before. His skin grew pale and his limbs just started to all feel like jelly. Luca had to fall forward and over onto his knees, using his hand to lower himself to the ground and put his forehead against the floor in front of Emily, bowing with his ass up in the air and hand cupping the battered jewels between his legs.
“You have no idea how good this feels! Fuck, I’ve been waiting to do that! I hope you feel as bad as you look, maybe you’ll learn something.”
Emily taunted further, trying to dig deeper into Luca, waiting for him to look up at her and see her smug, proud expression that she earned for claiming another victory in their daily relationship battle. And though the victory was far from hollow, she sensed that she wasn’t getting any more engagement from Luca as he lay, curled over his knees in front of her. He hasn’t moved since he curled over and she continued to watch, forcing her smile to stay up as she watched and waited.
She stared and smiled, shifting slightly but Luca made no movement. It was total silence as he was curled over in front of her, holding his bruised manhood and she knew it was killing him.
More seconds passed and Luca’ butt wiggled as finally, a low, grueling moan escaped and he spread his legs a little further.
“Ahhh… nnnn…”
She waited for another response but nothing. She pouted and immediately made herself forget about Luca and walked over to the couch, making sure to strut to remind herself that she had something to be proud of.
But Luca just couldn’t register or move. He shifted again slightly, digging deeper and holding back tears as the pain continued to pulse and grew in the pit of his stomach. It took him another minute before he could squirm around, trying to find a position to avail himself of the pain he was in. But he felt so weak and every position was just hopeless. His limbs were too heavy, his body too weak to lift them. His body was him hopelessly writhing. His head was pulsing and he couldn’t believe the sheerness of this situation.
Soon, Luca registered a new rising emptiness inside him. Oh no, what’s coming this time? No more, no more…
And the taste of bile grew and Luca’s eyes bulged out again. He realized what this meant and gasped out, twisting his legs as his stomach knotted. He tightened his throat and let out a sick strain as he desperately began to pull himself to the wall and lead himself weakly to the bathroom. He was sweating and his skin unbelievably pale. He sounded and looked dizzy, and he could feel the saliva building up in his mouth.
Some drool escaped as he stumbled, feeling increasingly nauseous and ready to keel over. He looked like he drank a whole bottle of vodka on his own and then ran a marathon. Sweat glistened on his body and Emily stared at the TV.
One hand still cupping his groin, his boxers wrinkling under his grasp and against his manhood, Luca stumbled into the bathroom and had to get to the toilet as soon as possible. He fell into it, kneeling over, his balls still in deep pain and that lingering, dragging pain was in his body. He still felt numb, his head swirled and stung, and his eyes were watering. Luca opened his mouth desperately with no thoughts in his head and drooled into the toilet. The 18 year old moaned loudly in his boxers as the pain rose inside him. His balls rose and pounded in their sack as the pain builded upwards into his throat. Each hack pulled his body up, his balls pulsating like they were attached to his stomach, one big whacked up and twisted contraption. Luca hacked loudly and got some spit to come up, but it wasn’t enough. He still felt himself needing to throw up. Emily lowered the sound on the TV.
The fluttering feeling continued to rise as Luca hacked and hacked, until a fiery stream of vomit came out. The pain was still stark and his body was weak, but he finally threw up. Groaning, he wiped his mouth and put his head against the ground. The sound of his whimpers and groaning echoed in the bathroom, the smell of his sweat, sickness and musk permeating in the apartment as Luca painstakingly pushed himself up. Painfully and clutching himself, he shuffled out and towards his room. Luca couldn’t help but think of the stupid jokes, threats and remarks he was going to hear about this. But he just needed to lie down right now.
Exhausted, Luca made it over to his room and meanwhile, Emily sat on the couch, frowning and flicking through the channels.
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