Part Three: Juvenile Delinquent
Part Five: Don't Keep Dreaming
“You want me like this?”
“Yeah, but spread your legs a bit more.”
“Like this?”
“A bit more! That way, the camera can see what matters.”
“Alright. And, just wait in position?”
“Yessir! And just follow my directions, but this should be pretty
simple.”
“It’s not gonna hurt, right?”
“Nah bro, I won’t hurt you like that. You should know that.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Just never done this before haha…”
“It’s real easy, don’t worry! I’m about to start the recording,
okay?”
“Okay.”
“Don’t forget to smile!”
“Haha, I gotchu cousin.”
Martin pushed his finger onto the record button, and stepped back
to where his cousin was precariously placed. Both Easton and Martin stared at
the camera with an innocent, friendly smile on, waiting for Martin to continue
with his plans.
“Welcome back guys! Captain Karate here, with a new video! Sorry for not
uploading for so long guys, but I’m back here with my cousin, Easton!”
“Hey, guys!”
“And we’re gonna show you how to get out of a ground and pound
situation, where you’re on your back and under threat…”
Martin continued to show the camera what should be done to stay
safe when under threat, in digestible detail and eager anticipation. Martin
instantly remembered how it felt to be in front of that camera again, and was
naturally able to show what to do, each step of the way. Martin’s martial arts
expertise was obvious, and the excitement on his smiling, almost 16 year,
freckled face, was contagious. Martin knew that what he was doing mattered, and
felt so happy to feel like he’s making a difference. He can help make the world
a better, safer place.
Martin spent the rest of the summer making tutorial videos with
his cousin, and even recording some scrims and uploading them, as evidence and
real-time learning. Martin wanted to analyze one of him and his cousin’s
scrimmages, and discuss it in a lengthy video. But, his ambition was restrained
by the upcoming school year.
Martin was now a junior in High School, and went into the year
hoping to change things. He didn’t want to come off as so unapproachable, like
he’s been since the incident in freshman year. Martin wanted to find his
friends and let them know that he’s back.
In his first class, Martin instantly saw Mark, his best friend in freshman
year. Martin sat in his seat, glaring at Mark, suddenly realizing that Mark
might not even want to be his friend anymore. The last time they spoke, Martin
grabbed his balls and screamed in his face. Martin wouldn’t want to be friends
with someone who did that to him, either.
The entire first period, Martin anxiously sat at his desk and took
sneaking glances at Mark, wondering if Mark noticed him. At one point, Martin
noticed Mark looking back at him, and Martin instantly turned away. He didn’t
want to be caught staring at him.
Martin was barely paying attention to the teacher, who was
introducing the class to the new school year. When Martin started to pay
attention again, he saw that the teacher already started to go around the class
and ask the students to say their name and say something about themselves. The
student in front of him was speaking, and Martin realized that he was next.
Martin started to shift and feel his stomach grow super empty all
of a sudden. He usually didn’t mind speaking in front of the class, but that’s
because he didn’t really care before.
It was Martin’s turn, and he sat up in his chair and looked around
shyly.
“Uh, well. My name is Martin… and…” Martin looked around, and saw
Mark staring at him. Martin cracked a smile and turned back to the teacher.
“…I want to start fresh this year. I was a jerk before, and I
don’t want to be a jerk anymore.”
Martin turned back to Mark, and saw his friend crack a smile as he
tried to shy his face. Martin felt warm, and thought maybe Mark actually does,
still want to be his friend. Martin didn’t expect it to be easy though. He’d
have to win his friends back.
After introductions, the teacher let the class talk among
themselves for the remaining of the period. Martin wanted to go talk to Mark,
but he wasn’t sure if he should get up or not. It might be too soon, and he
didn’t want to make Mark uncomfortable. He looked over at Mark, and saw Mark
staring back. After a couple moments of indecision on both ends, Mark stood up
and started walking over to Martin. Martin tried to look somewhat busy, while he
thought about everything he should say and what he can do to make this right.
“Martin… it’s been awhile.”
Martin looked up and saw Mark standing next to his desk, smiling
down at him. Martin realized that Mark’s grown a lot since freshman year, and
his voice sounds much deeper now. His face looked more structured, he had a bit
of facial hair. And he even looks like he’s been working out a bit. Martin
blushed, and looked away.
“Y-yeah. It’s… been a long time.” Martin looked back at his
friend, and didn’t know how he felt.
“So, how’s it been?”
“Uh… okay, I guess. You?”
“Pretty good. Did you ever get-”
“Mark, I’m sorry. I… am sorry, for what I said the last time we
talked and how I’ve been the last couple years. It was so wrong of me, and I
was just… had a lot going on, and I didn’t know how to handle it. I still don’t
but… honestly, I really miss you man. You, and Kyle too. You guys were my best
friends, and I feel, really bad about everything. I don’t expect you to forgive
me, but I really want to make it up to you. If there’s anything I can do-”
“Martin, man. Chill, it’s okay. You don’t have to say all that to
me. I’m just glad to be talking to you again.” Mark raised his fist for a pound
as he finished, and Martin could see he was happy. Martin couldn’t help but
laugh, as he slammed his fist into Mark’s, and instantly regretted his
decision. Both boys pulled their fist’s back, and Mark playfully laughed, and
let out a jovial “owwie…”
Martin rubbed his fist and nervously laughed back, feeling a bit
stupid about pounding it that hard. “Sorry, got excited.”
“No worries man, no worries with me I missed you too… but Kyle, is
a different story. I don’t know if you realized, but you broke his shoulder
and-”
“Dislocated, actually. I dislocated his shoulder, and… bruised,
his, testicle…” Martin said shyly.
Mark laughed and tapped the desk. “Yeah, I guess you do remember. Well,
maybe I don’t have to tell you this either, but he didn’t really appreciate you
putting him in a sling and walk with a limp for a month.”
Martin couldn’t help but wince as he thought about how bad he
must’ve hurt Kyle. He can’t believe how easily he did that, and how long it
took him to feel bad about it.
“But, hey! He might feel better about it now! Anyways… let me see
your schedule! Maybe we have more classes together!”
Martin smiled and pulled out his schedule. Turns out he and Mark have
a bunch of classes together! But, the only class they share with Kyle is gym.
Which, happened to be today.
“So, I’ll try to make up with him at gym. Is he still angry with
me?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. We didn’t talk about you that much, after
that… whatever, happened. For a few weeks, we were wondering and debating…
well, I was. Kyle convinced me to leave you alone. And with the mood both of
you were in, it felt best to listen.”
Martin nodded and then the bell rung. Mark and Martin got their
bags and walked to the next class together. Martin felt really good having a
friend at school again. More than just any friend, his best friend from
freshman year. Normally, Martin felt on edge and in full defense when at
school. He felt cold and distant, and everybody he saw was a threat to his
safety. But, looking at the students around him when he talked to Mark. They
just looked like kids, who were trying to have fun with other kids. Martin
couldn’t believe he’s been here all this time.
Gym came along, and Martin was anxiously waiting to talk to Kyle.
Martin found it easier to not look at Kyle, because it made him feel even worse
whenever he did. There was no good reason for Kyle to talk to him, or want to
be friends with him again. But, then Martin realized, that even if that’s true,
he owes it to Kyle to apologize. It’s the right thing to do.
“Hey, Kyle.”
Martin waited as Kyle turned to face him. Kyle’s eyes drew back
and he instinctively tried to look smaller. His hands were naturally over his
crotch, latched together as a shield.
“Yo, I didn’t do it man-“
“No, no, no. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to
say something.” Martin rushed out, trying not to make things worse.
Martin waited until Kyle calmed down a bit, and then continued. He
was debating if he should put his hand on him, but felt it might be too much.
“I want to say sorry, for how I’ve been acting. And especially for
flipping out on you in freshman year. I was having a really bad time, and I
took it out on you, my friend. Which, I hope I can still call you. Eventually,
maybe. Or now, if you want. I-I don’t know, I just need to say sorry. And…
that, we should totally catch up.”
Martin stood straight as he watched Kyle, and tried to gauge his
reaction. A couple of silent moments later, and Martin didn’t know what to make
of it.
“Listen, I know I really flew off the handle, and I have no right
to ask for your forgiveness. But, if there’s something I can do to make things
right, just tell me.”
Kyle nodded and Martin waited for him to speak next.
“Something you can do… to make it up to me?”
“Yeah.”
“Something you can do to make up for all the pain you put me
through over a joke?”
Martin lowered his head, but knew he had to keep eye contact with
Kyle. He needs to face reality.
“You’re serious? You think you can just walk up 2 years later, say
sorry, and think we’ll be okay?”
“No, well… I don’t know. I just know I have to say sorry to you,
and… I want to do everything I can, to make this right. I was in the wrong, and
I’m sorry.”
Martin watched Kyle, as his green eyes studied his frame. Martin
felt a bit uncomfortable, shifting in place. He looked down at what he was
wearing, a blue t-shirt and tan colored shorts. It was the first time in years
he’s decided to wear shorts to school, and the first time since he can remember
that he didn’t have a cup on.
“Spread your legs.”
Martin looked up at Kyle, wondering if he heard that right.
“Yeah. Spread your legs, Batman.”
Martin looked down and cupped his manhood with his fingers,
feeling himself grow a bit sick, knowing how Kyle wants to fix this. Anything
but this, he thought. This might be asking too much.
“I… is there anything else I can do-”
“Martin, you asked me
what you could do for me. I’m telling you, right now. You bruised my fucking
nut, I was scared I was never going to have kids because of you! I couldn’t
walk for a month. You’re lucky I don’t want to break your arm too! This is fair
payback.”
Martin nodded his head and closed his eyes. He knew Kyle was in
the right, and he basically asked for this. There’s just something in him, that
wouldn’t let him unclasp his hands and leave himself vulnerable. Especially
when he knows what he’s going to experience, if he does.
“Okay, after school?”
“No. Right now. You broke my balls in the middle of the day, I’m
gonna do the same to you. Right now, or you can fuck off.”
Martin grimaced and turned around. He walked around, rubbing his
sensitive manhood with care as he tried to work up the courage to let them
hang, freely and in danger between his legs. Is this even worth it, Martin had
to ask himself? Is putting himself through that pain worth it? Kyle might not
even want to be his friend, even after this.
Martin rushed around, lifted his hands and grabbed onto his shirt,
as he spread his legs. Willingly, but with great distress.
“Get it over with. Come on.”
“Haha, you go, Martin! I didn’t exp-”
“Hurry up before I change my mind!”
Martin closed his eyes and shook his head. His legs were shaking,
he was trying to hold his noises of distress inside his mouth, but they were leaking
through the cracks of his teeth.
Kyle didn’t waste much, time, as he pulled his leg bag, and ran in
and swung his foot up between Martin’s shaking legs. Martin grunted out as he
felt his hanging, full and delicate nutsack get kicked, as Martin’s choclate
eyes burst open, and his lean, but powerful teenage frame doubled over. He
instantly fell to his knees and pulled a hand in as Martin’s educated yet
tortured body began to experience the reality he was desperately fearing. The
reality that was his young manhood under assault, once again.
Kyle pulled his leg back, and his side of things were much better
He laughed lightly, looking down at Martin, who he’s finally gotten back for
Freshman year. Not to mention, Kyle’s fondness of nut shots was strong, once
the bruising went down. And this was one of the best he’s ever given. He felt
like he got Martin perfectly, and the added good willed payback that came with
this, really made it special. Kyle appreciated how special it felt, as he
looked at Martin, on his knees and stone cold quiet in fiery agony.
Martin wasn’t able to appreciate anything, as he lied on his
knees, simultaneously resting and hiding his head in his forearm, as his other
hand nursed his aching nads. The pain was terrible, and he felt like he might
be sick. But, he was able to contain himself. Martin knew that he had to just
sit there, and let the pain slowly move on.
“Aw damn, that was sick! You
okay, man!?” Kyle asked as he moved up to put a hand on Martin’s shoulder,
while another hand was held over his crotch.
“MMMmmm… they hurt so bad…” Martin
moaned as he rolled onto his side, a hand over his hard belly.
“Yo, what happened!? What did you do to Martin?” Mark asked, as he
and a good portion of the gym class realized the situation Martin seemed to be
in.
“Okay, wait! He asked me how he can make it up to me!”
“So you kicked him in the nuts?”
“Yeah! Feels like the right thing to do, you know?”
“I-” Mark began, as he looked down at Martin. Mark had to laugh as
he saw how red Martin’s face was. He’s never seen it so red before. It really
made Martin’s freckles stand out so much.
“Jesus, his face is so red dude.”
“I know! It looks like he’s gonna pop!”
“The only thing that popped is his nut bro.”
Kyle and Mark laughed, and waited for Martin to recover. Martin took his time,
not being able to really appreciate his friends laughing over him at the
moment. His hands were rubbing and nursing his nuts, shifting and comforting
his manhood in his shorts, as he lied on the floor. But, the pain wasn’t as bad
as he feared it would be. It didn’t feel great, not at all. Martin still felt
he might be sick, and moving was too risky. But, Martin was able to handle
himself and slowly let the agony run its course.
Once Martin got to his feet, Mark and Kyle made sure he was
alright, then picked back up the good vibes. Martin didn’t say much at first,
as he was still in distress. But even if he wasn’t, Martin always struggled a
bit to joke with his friends. They were always more rambunctious and outgoing
than he was.
The day went on, and Martin felt better as the day progressed. The
pain began to subside, and when classes got out, he wouldn’t have even
remembered he got kicked at all, if it wasn’t replaying in his mind. Martin
didn’t know why he couldn’t stop thinking about it, but he couldn’t ignore it. It
was almost anti-climactic. Part of him wished it felt stronger, but the other
part of him knew that the pain would be sickening.
Thankfully, after classes were let out, Mark asked Martin and Kyle
if they wanted to go out later and watch a movie. The agreed it sounded really
fun, and that they’ll head to the local movie theater after dinner.
The 3 met up a bit later than they expected, but were happy to
make it work. Martin’s family was especially happy to hear him ask for their
permission to hang out with friends, and have a bit of money for movie tickets.
They even gave Martin a few extra bucks, to encourage him to really have fun
tonight.
The movie was pretty good, and they were feeling pretty good
afterwards. They even decided to stop by a local diner, and have a nice meal
before the night is over. A mutually, unspoken ceremony to kick off a new
chapter in their lives. Martin found this all to be thrilling, and immeasurably
comforting. Ever since that day with the sign guy, Martin’s been dreaming about
getting his friends back. That fear he had earlier about him making things
worse, felt so silly to him. And now, to cap off the first day of a new school year,
he has no more worries.
The 3 were walking back from town, no one else was on the streets
at this time of night.
“Yo, when the doctor turned out to be the guy poisoning his
brother’s wife the whole time!?”
“Oh my god! That got me so good, what a twist!”
“Everyone in the theater gasped!”
“That was great! But, I really liked how he saved his brother
anyways, even after everything.” Martin added in.
“Really!? I thought that was pretty cliché honestly.” Kyle
replied.
“But it showed how important his brother is to him, and how he
still knows there’s good in there. The brother looked so sad and torn when he
learned about it.”
“Of course he did, he was guilty as shit! He should’ve rotted!”
“No, I agree with Martin.” Mark said. “It felt really moving, you
could feel the love he had for his brother. I liked it, I teared up a little
bit.”
“Pussy!”
“What!?” Mark cried out. Martin laughed and tried to keep up with
his friends, as they played off each other. Kyle tried to stay out of Mark’s
reach, and Mark tried to make Kyle fearful of getting close to him. Martin felt
that he was always a spectator to his friend’s fun, and this was supposed to be
a new start.
Martin chased after Kyle, and quickly caught up to him. Kyle
didn’t see it coming, and had no chance to get away.
“What! No, Martin, no!”
“Ha! Yes, Martin, yes!”
“I gottem!” Martin cheered as tried to keep a hold of Kyle, who
tried to struggle away.
“No, stop, let me go!” Kyle struggled, playfully trying to get
away from Martin. Martin found it easy to hold onto Kyle’s arms/ Martin was
strong and trained. Not that Kyle is weak, he’s slightly above average, but he
was no match for someone who’s dedicated themselves to self-preservation.
Martin pulled back on Kyle’s arms, and held his teenage friends
biceps, not letting him use them. Kyle was open, and unable to move.
“He’s open! Now, come on!”
“No, Mark, I swear to God!”
“Hold him still, Martin! He’s wiggling like a bitch!”
Martin laughed and pulled on Kyle tighter, pulling his body back
and making it harder for Kyle to fight. Martin fought against Kyle’s motions,
controlling Kyle as best as he could, and it was good enough for Mark. Mark
swung his foot up, and smacked into the jeans Kyle was wearing, flattening the
young, developing baby-makers, with playful revenge.
Kyle instantly groaned out and doubled over as much as Martin
would let him.
“Oww! Owwhahahaaaa my baaawwllls…”
Kyle continued to laugh as his body started to droop to the floor. Martin let
him go, and Kyle was allowed to curl up on the floor and press his hands over
his nuts.
“You fuckers! Ahahahowwwww…”
“That was a solid kick!” Martin cheered, pulling Mark in and
holding his newly formed, but nostalgic friend, close to him.
“That’s for kicking Martin earlier!”
“But he agreed to it! This was a low blow, bro…”
After a few moments of silent acceptance, Martin had to ask if
Kyle was alright, lying a hand on Kyle’s shifting thigh. He wanted to make sure
his friend was alright, before he continued to laugh about it.
“Yeah, yeah… fuck you, though.”
“Ha! Seriously, good shit Martin! I can get used to this!”
Martin looked at Mark and raised his eye, laughing at the idea of
more of this. He looked back to Kyle, seeing his friend gently shake around on
the floor, hand holding onto his crotch, comforting his nuts with a smile on
his face. Martin laughed, then looked back to Mark.
“I don’t know if Kyle’s nuts can handle our tag team, efforts.”
“Oh hell no, that is not happening!” Kyle inserted, to laughter.
“Fine… maybe we’ll have to catch Martin up, he’s missed like 2
years’ worth of sack taps.”
“No! No sir, I’ll get you back twice as hard!” Martin responded
almost instantly.
“Oh, is that a threat? That’s how wars start bro.” Mark said, with
one hand holding over his crotch, and the other twitching by his side.
Martin had both hands cupping his manhood, as it was held
comfortably in his jeans. He couldn’t help but smirk as he felt the comfortable
excitement of youthful comradery.
The 3 friends got up and going when Kyle was able to stand up,
which wasn’t too long. They kept on laughing, but all 3 had their nut sacks
protected at every moment. They knew the sack tap game was in the air.
While the 3 were walking down the empty street, a couple of hodded
men turned out of the alleyway, and headed down the same sidewalk, rapidly
approaching the young men. Before the 3 noticed them, they were already too
close to avoid.
“Hey, kids!” One of the men asserted, getting the kids attention.
Martin, Mark and Kyle looked ahead and saw the two sketchy men,
with their hands in their hoodie pockets. Then, the one on the left pulled a
hand out and showed them a knife.
“Give us your wallets, and no one will get hurt.”
All joy and fun left the air, as everyone quickly realized what was going on.
Mark and Kyle stood frozen, but Martin stood still and started the size up the
two thugs.
“Come on, make it easy for everyone, pull them-”
“Wait, hold on a second.” The thug with the knife said, as he
looked over Martin. Martin looked at them, and his eyes studied and jumped over
the approaching thug. The knife, the thugs pressure points, his openings. Then
the thug took off his hoodie, and Martin instantly recognized him.
The Villain moved the knife up to Martin’s throat, as he wickedly
smiled at Martin’s disgusted recognition.
“It’s been awhile, kid. You remember me? I was the guy who showed
you that you’re just a kid in a man’s world. Your balls any better, or are you
still crying about it?”
“I’m not a kid anymore.”
“Yeah, and I have a knife. Or, are you going to try and be a hero
again? I’ll cut them clean off this time, and wear them as a necklace.”
Martin stared into The Villain’s nasty, brown eyes, with fleeting
and efficient glances between the two thugs. All 4 involved, could see that
Martin was not backing down, and looked to be deep in study. The Villain
couldn’t help but laugh as he turned to his buddy for a moment.
Before The Villain could even say anything, Martin swung his left
hand up, grabbing onto The Villain’s wrist and pulling The Villain in, as he
twisted in and slammed his young, hard right elbow into the monster who took
his innocence.
Without wasting anytime, Martin pushed and then slammed the thug’s
elbow down on Martin’s rising knee. The knife fell to the floor, then Martin
promptly swept The Villain to the floor.
“Watch out!”
Martin quickly turned and saw the other thug, with their own knife
as it was rocketing towards his back. With lightning quick reflexes, Martin
pushed his hand around and swung his body, shifting around the incoming blade,
grabbed onto the other thug’s arm. He swung himself around, pushed down on the thug’s
neck, then twisted and pulled his arm back. The thug screamed and that knife
fell too. Martin kicked it away, then pushed a foot between the thug’s legs
from behind and pulled his knee up with incredible power.
Martin’s knee slammed into the thug’s manhood, causing him to scream out in a
high pitch, and tried to fall to his knees. But, Martin held the man’s arm up while
holding onto his neck, not letting him fall to the ground just yet.
Martin looked up and saw The Villain running at him, and Martin
gave his response no time to consider. He saw the opening and he took it.
Martin pulled back, then threw the downed thug towards the
oncoming attack. Martin aimed the throw just perfectly, forcing the injured
thug’s head into The Villain’s crotch. The Villain coughed out, and froze in
place for just a moment, as his testicles were unexpectedly assaulted.
Martin gave The Villain no respite, and flew in with a strong
rising uppercut, knocking him up with glazed eyes. Martin continued, punching the
man’s unprotected throat with deadly accuracy, then quickly sending a knee into
the nexus of his anxieties, doubling the vile man over without being able to
respond in time. Martin went to slam the back of his hand into The Villain’s
neck, but The Villain dropped to his knees as Martin’s hand was mid-motion.
Martin had to pull his hand back, and recapture his balance, as he stood over
The Villain.
Martin heard The Villain struggle to breath on his knees. His dry,
sharp gasps breaking the silence of this dark night was like music to Martin’s
ears. Martin looked up and saw the other thug limping away in fear. Martin
looked back down, and focused on The Villain,
“Come on, are you crying? You’re gonna cry on the floor like that,
after threatening me earlier?”
The Villain gasped and tried to curl up a bit, but fell to his
side as Martin kicked him in the ribs. Martin waited a second, before he
stomped his foot down onto The Villain’s vulnerable crotch. Martin watched his
brutish face as it contorted in squealing pain.
“I did NOT forget what you did to me, you disgusting, hateful
asshole!” Martin hollered as he dug his foot in, squishing the manhood of his
most feared adversary.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“Oh, you’re sorry that you ruined my fucking life! How about I
ruin yours, too!? It’s okay, I’d be sorry!”
“Please, stop! I’ll never do it again, I’m so sorry, please nooo!”
The Villain pitifully begged, as he desperately tried to push Martin’s foot off
his tender, meaty orbs. Martin looked down at The Villain, and imagined how it
would feel if he had his nuts getting squashed like this. He could see some
avenues to escape, but he knew The Villain wasn’t going to fight anymore.
“Look at me!” Martin commanded as he took pressure off The
Villain’s delicates, and intently stared at the face of the man who gave him
nightmares. The Villain looked up in desperation, his face red and eyes looking
teary. Martin dreamed of this moment so many times before. He thought it
would’ve felt more empowering.
“Anytime you think about taking advantage of anybody, I want you
to think about me, and how your actions have consequences!” Martin pressured
down onto the nasty sack under his foot, and pushed it around as it tried to
roll away from his domineering shoes. The Villain cramped up and started to beg
Martin for mercy.
“You should be grateful that I don’t break your balls for you. The
world would be better off without more people like you.” Martin let up the
pressure, and could see the relief wash off the face of the obviously pained
Villain.
“Next time, I’ll pop your nuts and all that will be left is a pool
where your manhood used to be. Because I’m the fricking man here, not you!
You’re wrong man, and I’m always going to do what’s right, because I know that
people like you exist! And the world needs people to save them from you! And
maybe you’re not lost either. Maybe you can still do good. You don’t have to be
a Villain.”
Martin pushed his foot off the manhood beneath, and watched the
whimpering man curl up and cry beneath him.
Martin pushed back and took a moment, falling to a knee, suddenly
feeling tired. He tried to catch his breath, and felt a hand on his shoulder.
He jumped away, and was about to attack, but saw it was just Mark. He saw Mark
jump back, and instantly apologized.
“Sorry, sorry.”
“It’s okay… Jesus, bro. That was… haha, that was so fucking
awesome! Holy shit! You’re like a fucking superhero!”
Martin laughed as Mark pulled him in and held him tightly. Martin
closed his eyes and rested against Mark’s chest, and realized he didn’t ever
want to be let go.
“Dude, why did we just spend 20 bucks at a movie theater, when
Martin is a walking action movie!?” Kyle asked, as he pulled both of them up.
“Honestly! What the fuck man!” Mark cheered as he pulled off of
Martin. He saw the thug, whimpering on the floor, curled up and pathetic. A
wounded Villain, who will never be the same again.
Kyle ran up to him, and kicked him in the stomach. The Villain
grunted and pulled in even tighter. Kyle went to kick him again, but Mark ran
up to stop him.
“He’s done bro, he’s done.”
“He tried to mug us!”
“Leave him.” Martin said, getting up. “Let’s go home. He’s had
enough.”
Kyle grunted and stepped over the whimpering thug. “If I didn’t know you’d kick my ass, I’d kick him
again.”
“I won’t kick your ass… I’d just slap your balls.” Martin said as
he walked around the thug, looking back for some moments of closure.
Mark laughed, and spoke first. “Maybe I shouldn’t get in a sack
tap war with you after that performance.”
Martin laughed and looked down at Mark’s crotch, as he
instinctively used a hand to cup his nuts. Martin laughed, and boldly, moved
his hand to grab onto Mark’s hand, and shook his crotch for him.
“I won’t hurt them too bad, don’t worry.”
“Thanks bro, clean, friendly nut shots are dope.”
“Dude, back to that Kung-Fu flick! You kneed that one guy in his
balls from behind, then threw his head into this dipshit’s dick! That was
awesome!”
“That was legit a Jackie Chan movie, you gotta teach us some of
that bro!” Mark asked Martin, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“That sounds like a lot of fun actually! I’ve a nice place to spar
in my house, you guys could totally stop by whenever!”
“You have a gym in your house!? You’re really Batman, bro.” Kyle
joked.
“I am not Batman!”
“Then which superhero are you?” Mark asked.
Martin looked to Mark and saw his friends comforting smile,
waiting for his input. Martin asked himself, what superhero is he? He thought
maybe he could be Captain America. He always enjoyed those comics the most.
“You know what, Martin’s his own superhero. I don’t think any
superheroes have freckles.” Kyle joked.
“Haha! That’s probably true. Martin, you’re the first superhero
with freckles. What’s your name? Come on!”
Martin laughed and looked down, feeling proud. He thought about
all of this before, and he knows who he is.
“I’m… I’m Captain Karate. Obviously.”
“Haha! Captain Karate, I love it! It’s Captain with a K, right?”
Kyle asked.
“No! You were just complaining about being cliché Kyle, why would
I spell Captain with a K?”
Mark laughed as Kyle shook his head and accepted that reality,
“Ooohh man… we missed you, Captain Karate.” Mark said, rubbing
Martin’s shoulder.
Martin laughed and grabbed onto Mark’s side, and felt so
wonderful. Everything felt perfect in the moment, and the adrenaline was still
rushing through his veins. He couldn’t help but laugh out and feel so grateful
that the world can still be so good.
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