The Boy Wonder Part Five: Don't Keep Dreaming

Part One: Captain Karate 

Part Two: The Origin Story 

Part Three: Juvenile Delinquent 

Part Four: Family Matters 

 

Martin and Easton were sitting in the living room, doing nothing, when all of a sudden a man walked in and sat down next to them. Martin looked him over, and saw that the man looked very familiar. There was something about him, but Martin couldn’t figure out what it was.

Then, Easton spoke up.

 

“Hey! What are you doing here?”

 

The man turned to Easton and spoke with cold disgust. 

 

“I want to be here! Why are you here!?”

 

“Because my cousin needs me!”

 

“No he don’t! Nothing can save him, he’s a lost cause.”

 

“I don’t think so.”

 

“Yeah, whatever. You’re just a kid, you’re too young to understand.” The man spat, as he opened a bottle of beer and began to chug. Then the man lowered the beer, swayed the liquid around in his mouth, then spit it at Martin.

 

Martin shot up in steady shock and looked down over him, seeing his tight white underwear drenched and stained with the cold beer. Martin covered up, shy that everyone could see his shame.  

 

“Oh what, you’re scared about your little kid dick? Come back when you’ve grown a pair!” The man spat again.

Martin then recognized the man as the Villain from earlier. He felt himself grow sick and he wanted to go elsewhere.

 

“Yeah, you better run kid! Go cry to your mommy, why don’t ya!”

 

“No, Martin! You should stay here and fight him with me.” Easton said.

 

“Why?” Martin asked meekly. He couldn’t even believe he let those words out.

 

“So we can deal with him. I’m here for you, remember?”

 

“But I’m so weak. He’ll make me cry again.”

 

“No, he won’t. Why don’t you make him cry, instead?” Easton asked.

 

“How can I do that?” Martin asked.

 

“You can’t! I’m the Villain, remember? Bad guys don’t cry.”

 

“Everyone cries.” Easton said. “Isn’t that right, Martin?”

 

Martin felt his head nod, then looked at Easton, who was standing unclothed. His powerful body glistened like it were on display, a sculpture with perfect attention to detail. Martin was in awe of how perfectly layered his hair was, and how powerful and capable his cousin looked. Martin felt inadequate, in comparison. Then he looked at The Villain, and saw that his body was hairy but uninspiring. Martin looked to see his manhood, but couldn’t see a dick hanging in front of those two dense looking orbs, inside a hairy sack.

 

“See these, kid!” The Villain asserted, holding onto his heavy nuts and showing them off. “You wish you had these!”

 

“Is that true, Martin?” Easton asked.

 

“I… I don’t know. I want to be strong, like you.”

 

“Then I will fight for you! Fight me, villain!” Easton said turning to The Villain in a battle ready stance.

 

The Villain made a loud screech, and Easton responded with his own, which sounded more masculine than the animalistic one the Villain gave out. The two then locked up and fought each other.

 

Martin noticed how Easton fought with class and knowledge, but The Villain fought with brutality and instincts. Easton was stronger and a more versed fighter, being more thoughtful and choreographed, but The Villain kept on hitting back with grit and primitive intensity.  

 

The Villain was reeling on his knees, and took advantage of the opportunity he saw, the second he could take it. The Villain went low and uppercutted Easton, smashing those big but smooth, heavy globes into his powerful body, like he were trying to shove them back where they came from. Martin watched Easton’s body double up and fall over like a towering oak, then frantically roll around and hold onto his battered nuts.

 

“Easton! You have to protect yourself, he fights dirty!”

 

“But I’m the one who gets to walk home with a smile!”

 

Martin felt himself shrink at The Villains exclamation. He watched as The Villain turned back to Easton, who was curled up on the floor, looking to be in tremendous pain.

 

But, Easton quickly countered The Villain’s advances, and put him in a precarious predicament. Easton jumped to his feet and pulled one of The Villain’s legs up with him, then held it against The Villain’s body, like it were a bar to hold him down. The Villain cried out as his leg was bent up, feeling a terrible string in his hamstrings as his own leg was being held against him, having no control of the situation.

Martin couldn’t take his eyes of the heavy, hairy pouch between The Villain’s legs. Those two eggs were dancing, just asking to be focused on. Martin couldn’t believe the opportunity in front of him, and had no other desire than to smash those bad eggs, and feel them break under his bare, smelly toes.

Martin ran in with all the energy he could muster, aiming his toes at the two globes dangling in The Villain’s sack, then feeling them shove up and compress between the cracks of his young toes. Martin heard a gut wrenching scream and closed his eyes in frieght. Martin then felt a strong pain erupt within his loins, and clutched his crotch in fear and dropped to his knees.

 

Martin let out a painful scream and then fell on his side, and started to roll around. Martin was terrified at the pain he was experiencing, and thought he was dying, he thought something was broken. He was frantic and couldn’t breathe through all his misery. But, all of a sudden, that traumatic experience fizzled, and just simply left Martin’s body. Martin’s fit frame was left on his side, and his healthy, full pair of testicles being gently cupped between his hands, as the young man was trying to understand that he was no longer feels terrible.

 

When Martin opened his eyes, he saw Easton lying on the mat downstairs, clutching his naked balls. Easton was curled up and was weakly crying. Martin stood up and wondered who did this to him.

 

“Why, Martin? Why’d you kick me in the balls again?” Easton asked. Martin couldn’t take his eyes off his mighty, but whimpering older cousin. What could he say to him?

“Because, I had to. I need to learn how to protect myself.”

 

“I understand.” Easton said as he crawled to his knees. Nothing was said as Easton slowly climbed to his knees, and held his large testicles with both hands. His hands were cupping over his manhood, but Martin still felt in awe of his cousin.

 

“Can I learn how to protect myself, too?” Easton asked.

 

Martin nodded and spread his legs. He looked down and saw his legs spread, and his bare penis and testicles hanging freely. He still felt the stain of The Villain’s nastiness on his manhood, but it didn’t bother Martin so much anymore.

Then, he saw Easton’s foot swing up and slam into his pelvis, crushing his balls on the way up. Martin felt the air under his feet, and then felt the familiar, intense pain swell up inside him and he instantly fell on his face. Martin rolled around on the floor, holding onto his balls with fear and unpleasant acceptance.

 

“Did I hit ‘em well, Martin?”

 

“Yeah, you did.” Martin croaked out, as he rolled onto his back.

“I don’t want any little nephews, right?” Easton asked, laughing a bit. Martin felt himself laugh, then rolled onto his knees. He looked up at Easton, who was standing in front of him. Easton helped him up, and spread his legs again.

 

“I need more practice, Martin.”

 

“But, it hurts Easton.”

 

“I know it does. But we both need to learn, right?”

“Yeah, we do.” Martin said, holding onto his cousin’s powerful arms to stay up. He looked up at his cousin, and naturally closed his eyes and began kissing Easton. It felt warm and comforting, and Martin realized how much he liked it pretty quickly.

 

Before he knew it, Martin felt another explosion of pain in his nether regions, and toppled to his knees. He looked down sickly, then lifted his upper body to look up to his bigger cousin. Martin moved his hands to his knees, leaving himself wide open, and Easton kicked Martin between his legs once again. Martin fell over and whined painfully as he rolled around, holding onto his nuts. The pain was overwhelming, but it felt different to Martin. It wasn’t as scary and terrifying. It was almost like he accepted the pain, and just let it happen. It made the pain feel more comfortable, in a weird way.

 

He felt Easton’s foot over his hands, then opened his eyes and saw that Easton had a sock on. It was a filthy sock, and Martin thought it was perfect for this. He pulled his hands off his balls and said

 

“Easton, crush my balls please.”

 

Easton didn’t waste any time, and dug the heel of his dirty sock covered foot into Martin’s young balls. Martin felt the pressure mount on his nuts and squirmed in pain. He didn’t want more of it, but the more he felt it, the more fulfilled he felt.

 

“I’m stomping on righty, dead on! Are you crying, yet?”

 

“Yes! It hurts so bad!”

“Is it intense!?”

 

“Yes!”

 

Martin felt Easton twist his foot, and instantly screamed out a guttural groan as the pain momentarily transcended into a strange, blissful wetness that made Martin’s body tingle and vibrate. Then, he lied back and slowly opened his eyes.

 

When Martin opened his eyes, he just saw blackness looking down at him, and felt a strange stickiness all over him. He sat up, and realized that his legs, crotch and back are all drenched. Cautiously, Martin looked down and tried to smell with, without getting to close. It wasn’t pee, but it made Martin feel weird. He took off his underwear, and cautiously brought it closer to his nose.

 

After a couple whiffs, Martin looked down in disgust and gasped, dropping his underwear. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t even say it to himself.

 

Martin quietly got off the bed, and looked over across from himself and saw Easton sleeping in his bed. He remembered Easton coming up before he went to bed earlier, but just pretended to be asleep anyways. Martin groaned and hid the sheets, blanket and underwear in his closet. He quickly pulled out a different blanket, then heard shuffling in the bed. Martin’s heart and body jumped in fear, as Martin got onto his bed with lightning speed. He knows he just made a huge ruckus, but hoped Easton didn’t wake up.

 

“Mmm… Martin… you awake?” Easton groggily groaned.

Martin clenched his eyes and blanket, hoping that he gives up.

 

“Martin?” Easton asked again, sounding a little bit more urgent.

 

“Y-yeah, it’s me. Sorry to wake you up.”

 

“No, it’s all good dude. You feeling alright?”

 

“Yeah, totally. Everything’s fine.”

 

“Cool, cool.” Easton said as he was already drifting back off to sleep.

 

Martin waited a few seconds before he felt he could breathe again, then loosened under the blanket. Martin closed his eyes and desperately wished he could go to sleep and not have to deal with anything weird anymore tonight.

 

Martin tried really hard to forget about his dream, but it was so vivid and powerful. He never felt anything like that before. Part of him wishes he could feel it again. Feel the energy inside him, feel the warmth of his cousin, and experience that blissful release after the pain…

 

But it’s wrong, Martin told himself. All of that was just a dream, and a weird, nasty one at that… just forget about it. Dreams don’t mean anything, they’re just weird things that happen sometimes. They can’t possibly mean anything, right?

 

Martin didn’t know, but he tried to believe it himself. He tried so very hard to believe, until he grew tired and felt the blissful comfort of sleep hold him tight, offering the tender youth a respite from the strange and unhelpful world around him.