Evil Jordan pt. 2 - Mark

Hey folks, Evil Jordan (one of my ongoing collabs with punchhisnuts) is back with another tale of David vs Goliath. He's already managed to get rid of his sister's boyfriend by going for the balls in part one... let's see how he handles his annoying older brother 😏

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It had been a long and uncomfortable few hours for 13 year old Jordan and his 18 year old brother Mark as they flew back home to Australia after visiting their older sister in the UK for a couple of weeks.

Their sister had moved to the UK for a fresh start after breaking up with her long-term boyfriend Will the previous year following an unsavoury incident at the family home. Mark had been out that night with some friends but couldn’t believe the crazy stories Will had tried to make up about Jordan attacking him, I mean as if his goody-two-shoes little brother was even capable of something like that. Mark had always liked Will and enjoyed having a guy’s guy around the house, someone to talk about footy with when Dad was out or get tips on looking after his car. It just went to show you never really knew a person…

 

Despite the fun they’d had travelling overseas without parental supervision for the first time, the two lads were excited to get back to enjoy the last of the summer holidays in Australia and were dressed appropriately in polyester football shorts. Mark covered his frame with a grey hoodie and was freeballing in his footy shorts after forgetting to do any washing before coming home.

 

Mark was super excited to get home, he’d just finished high school and was on a rugby scholarship to university next month. He was also keen to hook up with his casual fling as soon as he landed, it’d been a long couple of weeks without sex for the randy teen and the back-up in his babymakers was starting to get to him.

 

Mark and Jordan were among the only people in the cabin still awake with the lights dimmed and most passengers around them snoozed in airline-branded eye masks trying to get a little shuteye on the long journey. The cabin was set out in a 2-4-2 seating layout, and Mark and Jordan had managed to get two seats by themselves with Mark by the window and Jordan by the aisle.  

 

Mark had just finished watching a movie when he let out an obnoxiously loud yawn, startling his younger brother just as he’d been about to finally fall asleep. Jordan death stared his older bro, pissed off and irritated; Mark was always being loud to prove he was “alpha” or some shit.

Jordan sunk back into his seat, increasingly annoyed at Mark after spending so many hours stuck next to him in a confined space. A few minutes passed, Jordan was once again on the precipice of slipping off to sleep when he was abruptly nudged in the shoulder by his brother.

 

“Right lil bro, gotta piss” Mark said with a wink. Jordan groaned as he prepared to unbuckle his seatbelt to get up and let Mark out, but Mark had other plans. The 18 year-old leapt from his chair, catapulting himself across his little bro. Unfortunately for Jordan, Mark’s left foot went astray landing right on his groin.

 

“Oooooh!” squeaked Jordan “What the fuck man!? You just stood on my balls!” Jordan yelped as Mark stumbled off him, he shot his older brother an angry glare.

 

“Ooops sorry little bud” Mark chuckled ruffling his younger brother’s hair, “just an unfortunate little accident” he said cockily.

 

“Bullshit” Jordan spat back “You did that on purpose!”

 

“Yeah? What you gonna do about it?” Mark asked as he smirked, sauntering down the aisle to the bathroom leaving Jordan stewing and rubbing his sore nuts.

 

A couple of minutes later Mark returned, being met by a cold glare from his brother.

 

“Damn, sure was good to give my monster some breathing room” Mark joked crudely, “Scoot over bud” he said as he squeezed past Jordan back to his seat.

 

Jordan kept his right hand covering his nuts as his brother lifted his left leg up and over to climb past him. He carefully waited until Mark was in just the right position with each of his legs either side of Jordan to strike his left fist up and uppercut Mark right in his exposed crotch.

 

“Oooohhfftt… fuck!!” Mark yelped as he tumbled over, collapsing forcefully into his seat.

 

Jordan had hit him square in his sensitive lower-hanging right ball. Jordan had shared a room with his older bro his whole life and had seen him walking around naked plenty of times, so he knew exactly where to aim for maximum damage.

 

“Be quiet asshole, you’re gonna wake everyone up” Jordan whispered nastily, all the while enjoying the noises Mark was making and the pained look that washed over his handsome face.

 

“Fuck you…” Mark groaned through gritted teeth as he lifted his clenched left fist in the air. Before Jordan could react, Mark smashed his fist down into the mound in Jordan’s shorts. Jordan let out a gasp at the unexpected retaliation as his mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ shape.

 

“How do you like them apples?” Mark joked as both brothers massaged their battered nutsacks. Mark leaned back into his chair while exhaling softly. The older brother having made the mistake that this would be the end of hostilities.

 

Jordan on the other hand was far from relaxed, instead he found himself mightily pissed off. He couldn’t stand being sat next to his older brother, in fact he hated him. “What a jerk” Jordan thought “sitting there with that dumb look on his face.” He couldn't help but think Mark looked perpetually stupid, like he was stoned or something, but he wasn't... that was just how he looked. "and now he's scratching himself" Jordan kept thinking as Mark blatantly adjusted his balls "he's such a fucking ignoramus. I fucking hate him."

 

Jordan clenched his eyes tightly, his face scrunched up in agony as another wave of pain washed over him from the blow to his teenaged balls. Jordan was sick and tired of his cocky older brother deciding unilaterally when fights were over, especially ones that he started. He eyed Mark menacingly.

 

Moving with lightning speed, Jordan quickly flicked his older bro in the eye, a carefully crafted move to distract him. As Mark was busy spluttering “ow dude, what the hell? You little shit that fucking hurt!” Jordan had already raised his fist into the air and in one fell swoop sent it crashing down between Mark’s legs, again aiming for rightie.

 

Jordan smiled gleefuly as he felt Mark’s body shudder at the sudden impact, but this time he didn’t stop, opting to sink his fist as far into the meaty orb as possible until it was pressed deep into the seat. Then to add salt to the wound, Jordan began to make short, sharp calculated twists of his wrist to really grind down on Mark’s right ball.

 

"AH FUCK!" Mark started to stammer in a panic, squirming in his seat as his more sensitive ball got flattened.

"DUDE! STOP!" He cried, his deep voice becoming hoarse, and his eyes started to dart back and forth between his psychotic little brother and his pain-ravaged crotch.

 

"Not until you promise to quit it! Stop hitting my nuts bro!" Jordan retorted.

"Ok! Ok! I promise Jesus! Just... ooohh.... just..... arrgghhhh.... stop!!!" Mark pleaded pitifully.

 

Jordan slowly removed his fist, smirking as he felt his brother’s ball unflatten and return to its usual size.

As the blood flowed back into his right nut, Mark slumped back into his seat lowering his baseball cap to cover his face and the shame of the pain his nerdy little bro had caused him.

 

"Leave me alone, ok? Or you're gonna regret it" Jordan warned, a little surprised at himself for threatening his stronger, older brother but nonetheless proud of himself. Mark merely groaned before slurring “whatever dude” as he fought back tears underneath his baseball cap and placed his left hand loosely over his junk so it could gently massage his battered pride.

 

With his spare hand, Mark grabbed his pillow and lay it on top of his crotch to fend off any further attacks. The 18 year old stud clenched his teary eyes closed and tried to drift off to sleep…

 

About and hour later, Mark awoke. As he slept, all he could dream of was running commentary from his rugby coach. He worshipped his coach; he had invested so heavily in Mark and Mark seriously thought of him as basically just a second Dad.

 

His coach always told him at practice “There’s no such thing as 2^nd place Mark, you’re either a winner or a loser.” For some reason, that was really getting to him right now. He was getting irate, angry even.

 

How dare his 13 year old little brother challenge him like that? Mark had taught him everything he knows, well the important stuff anyway – how to catch a football, how to talk to girls, he even gave the little twerp tips on how to jerk off without getting caught – and now here he was fucking threatening him.

 

That was absolutely ridiculous Mark thought. He was a rugby stud, he was on a scholarship, he was the fucking man of the house after Dad, and he was now legally an adult. His younger barely pubescent bro had absolutely no right to get away with behaving like this to him; so what if Mark had started it? He was the big bro, that was his prerogative.

 

“I’m gonna make him fuckin’ pay” Mark concluded. He glanced over at Jordan, his eyes glaring furiously.

 

Jordan meanwhile hadn’t been able to get to sleep and heard his older brother shifting in his seat. While Mark was certainly the more physically developed of the two brothers with his taught muscles and his broad shoulders, he was far from the more intelligent and despite his best-efforts Jordan knew him to be emotionally driven and illogical at times. Even though he’d already busted Mark into submission, he knew deep down that his macho-man brother wouldn’t be able to let this lie, he’d have to try and win.

Jordan held his breath as he waited for Mark to make his move.

 

Glaring down at his younger brother Mark decided to repeat his previously tried-and-tested technique of sending his fist slamming down into Jordan’s balls, all the while keeping his other hand over his own crotch in a protective move against any further retaliation. Only this time, he was so worked up by his injured pride that he did so way, way too hard, exerting enough force to cause his younger brother some serious pain.

 

“Fuck yeah!” Mark thought to himself, “that’ll show the little prick!”

 

Jordan meanwhile had lurched forward almost smacking his head into the back of the seat in front. He started coughing and dry heaving at the force of Mark’s blow to his balls. Mark had a brief moment of regret as he looked at how visibly hurt Jordan was, and was about to start blubbering out an apology for taking it too far but it was already too late.

 

Enraged with pain, the decision was made for Jordan. In a stealth like move he suddenly reached over and grabbed the hand Mark had covering his junk. He looked straight into Mark’s eyes and smiled as he began to squeeze, forcing Mark’s hand to clench.

 

Mark gulped as his hand suddenly met the resistance of his balls. “Oooof… what the fuck?” he spluttered.

 

Grinning wickedly, Jordan began to twist and yank Mark’s hand, forcing him to bust his own balls. Mark tried using his spare hand to pull off Jordan’s hand, but it was no use against Jordan's expert grip.

“Ah… Fuckkk… Stop” the older bro was muttering between sad, coarse groans. He tried desperately to flex his arm muscles all the way down to his hand to free himself but for some reason his muscles couldn’t force movement beyond the wrist. Unfortunately for Mark, Jordan had actually paid attention in his introductory human biology unit in science class, and knew exactly where to find a pressure point that was now pinning his older brother’s clenched hand in place.

 

"Oooh... you little shit... you're gonna regret this..." Mark spat as he felt his balls getting more and more compressed as his hand got closer and closer to forming a fist. By this point his arse was squirming and his hips were bucking in the seat. Jordan looked on content in the knowledge that no matter how much he tried, Mark wasn’t gonna be able to free his hand.

 

Jordan was having flashbacks to when his older brother used to physically dominate their relationship by throwing his weight around. The anger surged within him as he remembered all the times Mark had grabbed Jordan’s arms and made him hit himself during a fight. Jordan was gleeful as he watched Mark now being the one to squirm as he forced his big bro to squeeze his own nuts.

 

Sensing the opportunity to build on his schadenfreude, Jordan leaned in closely and menacingly whispered "Stop squeezing yourself! Stop squeezing yourself!" into Mark’s ear.

 

Mark glared back at him angrily as he let out a cough followed by a muffled groan "stoppp.... you... unnghhh.... little.... fuckker... oooh!" All the while sweat was dripping from his forehead.

 

The squeezing power struggle continued for another couple of minutes, before Mark really began to panic. He gulped once more as he inexplicably felt his cock starting to stir in the crotch of his shorts. The pain meanwhile grew more and more intense, and Mark threw his head back and let out a loud yell of agony the interrupted a couple of nearby passengers from their sleep.

 

Seeing his pillow lying next to him, Jordan decided to take quick action and used his spare hand to shove the pillow right into Mark’s gaping mouth before he could alert anyone to the situation. Looking back down at Mark’s crotch, Jordan laughed with surprise as Mark’s face turned beet red.

Jordan had heard Mark's "late night workouts" enough times from the other side of their room to know what was about to happen, and wasn’t about to listen to his older brother’s frantic, muffled protests as he screamed into the pillow while his now rock-hard dick began bobbing about wildly against the thin fabric of his shorts.

 

“MMMMGGGHHNNNGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” Mark tried to yell, only to have Jordan push the pillow further into his mouth. Jordan knew it wouldn’t be long now, he could sense Mark’s body was getting hotter and saw that his chest was beginning to heave. His legs started shaking wildly in his seat and he began rapidly blinking in a panic.

 

Things were getting dire for Mark. The pain emanating from his crotch was excruciating, he was being utterly owned by a kid five years his junior, and to top it all off he was suddenly starting to feel a familiar yet deeply unwelcome sensation.

 

Jordan gave his older bro a devilish wink as he noticed Mark’s balls were starting to tug upwards and his breathing was becoming shorter.

 

“ohhh fuckkk...” Mark thought to himself. Then…

 

*SPLAT*

 

All of a sudden, the front of the 18 year old’s footy shorts were sprayed with a gooey substance from within and were left sticky and white. Mark glanced down at his slowly collapsing tent and let out a soft whimper as he turned to look into Jordan’s eyes, genuinely afraid for the first time in his young, cocky life.

 

Jordan held a steady glare back at Mark with a mixture of satisfaction, newfound power, and pity. After all these years, Jordan had a confident feeling Mark wouldn't be the boss of the bedroom anymore.

 

As he removed the pillow from Mark’s mouth, Jordan leaned in to whisper "if you ever fuck with me again, then that will have been the last time you ever cum" as he pushed the stricken hunk back in his seat.

 

All Mark could do was stare down in disbelief at his sticky crotch, totally unsure of what to do with himself.

 

A couple of seconds later the cabin lights came on as the crew readied to commence the breakfast service before landing. Just as Mark reached down to touch his sticky shorts, as if to visually confirm that he did indeed bust a nut because his little bro made him squeeze his own nards so hard a flight attendant walked by.

"Oh my God" they gasped, horrified at what they were seeing. They turned to Jordan with a deep expression of concern, "excuse me young man, has this gentleman here bothered you?"

 

"We're broth-" Mark tried to say only to be cut off by Jordan.

"He's just exposed himself and he has been masturbating all night"

 

"What.... you little shit how dare you try and...." Mark started to raise his voice in fury.

 

"Excuse me sir, there is no need for you to talk right now" the flight attendant snapped back at him.

 

"Sir, what age are you?" the flight attendant asked Jordan.

"13"

The flight attendant glared at Mark in absolute disgust.

 

"Ok... I'll tell you what, we're going to find a spare seat for you up the front in first class to keep you safe" they said to Jordan.

"As for you" they continued staring down at Mark "I'll get you some napkins to clean up, but exposing yourself on an aircraft in front of a minor is an extremely serious offence. Prepare to be met by police upon landing."

 

"But.... but..." Mark tried to stammer, but it was no use. The flight attendant was already walking off directing Jordan away from him as his evil younger brother just smirked back wickedly.

 

Mark sat back in his chair, eyes wide open with panic as he suddenly thought “It's just that kind of incident that's going to cost me my rugby scholarship”. He gulped as the plane began its descent…

 

***

The incident on the plane ended up totally upending Mark’s plans for summer. Instead of going home to bang his fling senseless, he found himself immediately packing his things to vacate his shared bedroom after his parents refused to have him live under the same roof for Jordan’s safety.

Stripped of his rugby scholarship and without the grades to otherwise get into uni, he was forced to take a bricklaying apprenticeship that paid so little he was forced to live out of his car. Yep, Jordan was pretty pleased with his handiwork.

Just by targeting their balls he’d caused his sister’s ex-boyfriend to get dumped, and now he’d managed to make his douchey older brother homeless forced to split his time between searing hot construction sites and a 1998 Commodore with no air conditioning and in the process, he no longer had to share a room! Frankly he couldn’t wait to see what he could make happen next.