SuperSons - Part 1: So Much for Superboy

New series of stories! This first one, was sent to me by an anonymous friend who did pretty great with this! Thank you for this and giving me so much context!

 

I really liked this story, talked with my friend and felt inspired to write some to continue (despite me not being very familiar with the characters before this). He helped me a lot with the characters, so I hope they feel natural in the next parts! There will be a few more stories coming over the summer that are related to this, so stay tuned! This was an experiment for me, so I hope you guys enjoy! :)

Damian Wayne A.K.A. Robin was sleeping over at the Kent Farm this weekend, after spending the day battling foes with his best friend, Superboy A.K.A. Jon Kent. The "Super Sons" have bonded fiercely over the past year despite their friendship's rocky beginnings. Bruce was happy to let his child stay over with a family he trusted, feeling guilt over Damian's life being hampered by vigilantism. Clark felt similarly and is often the one suggesting that the boys bond whenever possible. Of course, this also means that the Kent family can have trouble resting as they hear occasional bickering and loud snack bags torn open from Jon's bedroom. Tonight was no different.

 

Jon had on his Superman pajamas while Damian wore his combo of a black tank top and shorts, both sitting on the floor and furiously mashing buttons as they fought each other in a round of Mortal Kombat. Clark would object to Jon playing any game with that much gore, so Damian has resorted to sneaking in his own copies upon every visit. Jon almost always plays as Raiden and can typically keep up with Damian's skills. Being trained by Batman doesn't mean you're perfect at everything. Damian doesn't have a "main" character, but instead tries to master everyone on the game's roster, deciding to develop his skills with Johnny Cage tonight.

 

"Gotcha! Again!" Shouted Jon after another well-fought victory. 

 

This would go on like this an hour as the boys kept adapting to each other's plays. They deeply needed this, as this month had been particularly exhausting with school and bad guys piling up. It was nothing the Super Sons couldn't handle with incredible parents like theirs. Regardless, these nights have become the highlights of their lives, bonding and having fun as best friends always should despite their peculiar circumstances. Their families know it's for the best that they can enjoy it while it lasts.

 

The two are able to match each other for many more rounds, but something keeps bothering Jon. Every time Damian defeats him, he goes to end the fight with Johnny Cage's classic "nut punch" move, putting a mischievous smirk on Damian's face. It felt as if he kept rubbing his losses in. Jon was usually a good sport about things but this was a particularly humiliating way to lose a fight. After two more matches of this and Damian getting progressively fired up, Jon got upset. "C'mon dude, stop that!" he whined out while suddenly standing up.

 

"What's the problem here?" Damian asked cheekily, obviously knowing Jon is annoyed but too amused by the situation to take his best friend seriously. Jon just rolled his eyes and put his controller down, sitting on his bed with his arms crossed and looking mopey. Damian followed suit and sat down across from Jon, facing him with his hand resting on his chin. "It's just a really embarrassing way to lose!" Jon said while staring at the wall, avoiding eye-contact. Damian quickly realized there was something more going on here. He's beaten his best friend dozens of times and has never really gotten this reaction before. There was something up, but he needed Jon to say more. "Embarrassing way to lose?" he asked inquisitively, awaiting the despondent Superboy to elaborate. Jon eventually blurted out "Getting hit in the nuts! You kept punching my Raiden in the nuts and smiling about it."

 

Damian was caught off guard to say the least. I mean, out of the hundreds of ways to be brutally killed in Mortal Kombat, why was this the method that set Jon off? After a few seconds passed, Damian suspected something and clicked his tongue, asking "So it's not just the game, I take it?" while adjusting his position to something more attentive. They've opened up to each other about more serious subjects as of late, to the point where Damian quickly recognizes Jon's body language when he desperately needs to let something off his chest. The situation was still a little funny to him but he'd hear his friend out over anything. Jon sighed and took a moment to compose himself before airing his thoughts.

 

"I know this is stupid but... I'm really worried about being hit down there. I saw it happen to other boys at school and it looks so awful, they always fall down in tons of pain. I know I can't be hurt by most stuff but I'm not a full Kryptonian like my dad! What if it hurts me as much as other boys? I'm worried someone bad is gonna aim there one day. I mean I'm not used to feeling a lot of pain anymore anyways, so for all I know it could end up feeling even worse for me! Ugh..."

 

This absolutely isn't what Damian expected to hear. Jon began to look nervous as the boy wonder seemed completely caught off guard, taking a minute to think before finally responding. "I have never let an enemy strike my groin before, and never will. Father makes me wear protection but it slows me down, so I just take it off. If you or your father were mind controlled, I would certainly consider utilizing a groin attack with Kryptonite if necessary... However, if this fear of yours is that big of a deal, the only way to resolve it would be facing your fear head on." Damian calmly but sternly explained. Jon shifted nervously, gulping before his friend continued. "It's very simple. You trust me, so we are going to test your fear right now. I can figure out if your testicles are as vulnerable as they are for other boys. This isn't something that you should have on your mind on the field dragging you down, and no matter the outcome, you should feel more prepared with the certainty of knowing."

 

While Jon appreciated his friend trying to help and understood what he was saying to be true, it didn't make him less nervous. Plus, Damian let hints of eagerness slip during his proposal. The two remained in their positions while Jon contemplated, eventually but reluctantly nodding his head. "Alright, soooo what, I just stand there and let you kick me?" he asked pointing to the floor the boys had just been sitting on. Damian nodded his head in return and stood, walking to the floor and crossing his arms while staring at Jon until he did the same. "Ugh, okay..." Jon said, getting up and standing opposite of the boy wonder, spreading his legs. Damian thought to himself for a moment and walked to Jon, turning him to face the other way. "It's better for you to not see the attack coming, so you can't physically or mentally brace yourself." Damian clarified, having a point but twisting Jon's nerves further. Jon tried his best to stand still, breathing deep and closing his eyes, unable to hear or see Damian's positioning.

 

Suddenly, Jon bent down to grab at something. "Wait lemme get this controller out of the WA"- he exclaimed, before the sound of a loud thwack engulfed the room. Jon froze in place, eyes bulging out, mouth dropping. It took him a second before he could even process what happened, but his clarity was rising quickly. 

 

All he could see was Damian's foot between his legs, as he looked upside-down with his hand just barely on the controller. It was as if time stood still, giving Jon a preview of what's to come. Damian's bare foot had smashed directly into Jon's balls, pushing them right up against his pelvis. The impact took longer to properly register, having felt something unpleasant initially but nothing too bad. It was just an impact with his body, right? However, his worst fears quickly came true as something powerful rose within his body. He was learning tonight that his Kryptonian genetics didn't give him the luck that he had hoped. Before he could react, Damian smirked and dropped into a split before rocketing a powerful uppercut into the super package, just like the move from the game. He was able to feel the form of Jon's balls this time, with his knuckles delivering more of the impact and squishing the two orbs between his fingers.

 

"Hnngh!" was the only sound to escape Jon's mouth as his hands flew to clutch his freshly scrambled eggs. Damian swiftly pulled his fist back and watched Jon collapse to the floor, forehead and knees to the ground with his bare feet clenching in pain. He was moaning loudly and Daimian quickly crouched next to Jon and placed his hand on his friend's quivering back. Damian was surprised. He didn't expect the strikes to hurt the half-Kryptonian, so he hit even harder than usual. "Work through the pain, Jon!" Was the only thing he could think of saying, as it all only got worse for the young Superboy. 

 

Jon's quick, sharp moans turned to violent coughs and sniffles, softly kicking his legs against the carpet every now and then. Experiencing testicle pain for the first time is something every boy has to go through, apparently whether you're a hero or not. Finding out you have a weakness that your father, the greatest superhero to ever live, seemingly has never had to deal with is certainly humbling too. But the intensity and density of this pain was more than Jon thought possible. They felt so sore and Jon's tighter, more worried clutching of his balls barely helped as the pain kept going and going. "Awwwwhh..."

 

"Think you can stand?" Asked Damian as he rubbed his best friend's back slightly. Jon was unable to verbalize much and instead rolled onto his back, knees bent and scared to move. Jon's coughing calmed but it was clear that he was in tightly knit pain that was worse than anything he's experienced so far. Feeling a little bad, Damian hoisted Jon up and carried him to his bed bridal-style, placing the defeated boy neatly on his pillow with the big "S" emblem on it. Jon tried to shift as he was laid down, but the movement caused his balls to throb even worse, causing Jon to moan loudly and then open his eyes. He had a spaced out look as he clutched his tender testicles in his soft pajama pants.

 

"S-so much for Superboy..." Jon whined pitifully he clawed at his most sensitive organs. Damian felt even worse now but kept a straight face as to not look regretful. "You will make it through this Jon, we're gonna keep this up regularly so you can build up your immunity to groin strikes, and soon your weakness will be gone for good" Damian said confidently, wiping some tears away from Jon's cheeks. "Just trust me."

 

"Mmmph, yeah, okay, thanks for helping me through this, Damian..." Jon responded, voice shaky and raspy. Still holding his sore nuts and softly moaning, Damian helped Jon roll to his side to get in a proper sleeping position. He decided to crawl up on the bed next to him, placing his hand on Jon's shoulder to provide further comfort as he watched Jon struggle to fall asleep for several hours. Thankfully, Damian finally heard Jon begin to snore, albeit with an odd rhythm, so he lightly leapt off of his friend's bed and dove into his own sleeping bag with the big "R" emblem on it. He wasn't able to get much sleep though, as his mind raced with plans on how to tackle this problem in the future and make sure nobody else can take advantage of his best friend. They would discuss this tomorrow.