The Boy Wonder Part Two: The Origin Story

 Day One: Captain Karate

 

Martin was walking around his neighborhood, in his grey joggers and white tee. His boyish, freckled face was smiling everywhere his milk chocolate eyes were gleaming towards. And under slightly uneven light brown hair, all the 13 year old boy could think about, were all the cool adventures his favorite superheroes go on. He imagined how he would react, and fare if he were one too. One that saves the day, and stops the bad guys.

Although, this is just a dream for most, Martin feels that he isn’t like most. He might actually be able to make a difference. His father has trained him for over 10 years, and Martin knows physical combat like most boys would know video games. Martin is proud of this, but knows that with great power, comes great responsibility.

 

Not only is he educated in Martial Arts, Martin has a strong figure that will undoubtedly only mature as his grows as a teenager. Although he doesn’t really jump out in his school, on deeper inspection, it’s clear that Martin is very fit for his age. Pound for pound, he's easily one of the strongest kids in his class throughout the years, and a couple of jerks learned that the hard way. 

But for the most part, Martin hasn’t had many opportunities outside of training, where he’s had to flex his 13 year old muscles. Martin is naturally a happy and nice guy, with a pleasant demeanor, and most people don't press him. It’s not like Martin wants to, either. He knows he could take advantage of the skill and strength he has over his peers, but he doesn’t want to do that. It’s not what his favorite superheroes do. What they do, is stand up to bullies and jerks and for their friends, and so does Martin. 

 

Martin even has his own YouTube channel, which he made to help kids his age and anyone else with workout and defense tips. He tries to update and stay active with his channel, because he really wants to help people out, and he knows he can help this way. He can help give tips on how to get the most out of a workout, using the proper form that his Dad has shown him, and also some of the best ways to defend yourself from bullies. Martin takes pride in his YouTube channel, because not only is he sharing goodness, but he’s been getting positive reinforcement. He’s been thanked for the content and even asked to show certain techniques. Martin is happy that he can help people like this, and strives to make a difference in the world.

 

However, he's still a 13 year old boy. He's young, and not always the most perfect kid. But, he tries his best to live up to his superhero role models. And he does that, both in and out of school.

 

 

The dream Martin had when he woke up, was still vivid in his mind. It almost felt like more than a dream. It made him feel empowered, capable. This felt real to Martin.

 

Captain Karate, he said to himself with a grin of pride. Martin really liked it.  

 

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a scene in an alleyway.  There was this one man and a girl. Martin felt something was wrong, so he stopped walking so he could watch and hear what's going on.

 

He saw that the girl was maybe in her early 20's, and had her back against the brick wall. She was holding herself closely as the man in front of her grew more and more animated. She was looking down, her tied up hair falling on the side as she gave off the impression that she wanted to be elsewhere. However, the man who was wearing jeans and a hoodie, didn’t act like he cared. He only moved closer, speaking louder, and by this point Martin has inched close enough to be able to hear what's going on.

 

 "-ot good enough? Huh, is that it?"

 

"N-no, it's j-just-"

 

"Just what!? Come on!" The man exclaimed, now grabbing a hold of the girls tightly wound arms. She tried to squirm away, but she couldn't get away with how tightly she was being held.

 

"Stop struggling, lady!" The man muttered, not trying to draw a scene.

 

Martin felt that this was exactly the sort of scene that he would read in his comics, when the superhero first finds his powers. The scene that lets the superhero know that they can help people, and gives them the confidence to make a difference. This is that scene for Martin. He knew that this was the moment he was daydreaming about the entire day. This is it.

 

Martin pulled his chin up, dropped his book bag on the floor and began to intervene on behalf of all good people in his city.

 

"Hey! What are you doing to her!?" Martin let out in his strongest sounding voice.

 

The man turned his head and saw a kid staring right back at him. A kid with soft brown eyes and messy brown hair that needed a haircut. The kid's freckles made his attempted stern face appear unconvincing. Although he was looking like he's in good shape for his age, he’s still just a kid. The man had no idea what this kid was doing there.

 

"Get lost, kid! Go back to school." He said, quickly turning back to the girl, who was still struggling.

 

"You're hurting her!" Martin said, trying to stand up a bit taller.

 

"Fuck off! This is none of your business." The man replied, still not giving Martin the respect Martin feels like he deserves.

 

Martin knew he had to physically intervene if he was going to save the day. He ran up to the man, and dove into him, dragging him to the floor. The girl scurried off as quickly as she could, not wanting to be here any longer.

 

The man had no idea what happened to him and then he got hit by a powerful fist while on the floor. Martin remembered his dad telling him to get strikes in as quickly as he could when the opportunity presented itself, because he didn't know when he'd get another. Martin went for another one, but the man threw his arm up to block, then pushed the palm of his hand into Martin's young and handsome face, pushing the kid away.

 

"What the fuck are you doing kid?!" The man yelled out, as he tried to get up. Martin gave him some space and got himself into the fighting stance his dad showed him. The man looked at Martin surprised, not expecting this kid to try and fight him like this. He was in a battle stance and everything. It was almost cute, the older man thought. 

 

"You want to fight me!? Kid, you should go home and do your homework." The man said dismissively.

 

Martin looked at the man, who had a growing stubble on his square, masculine face. Although roughly handsome, especially with his short military hairstyle, Martin looked at the man and saw a nasty, dirty man who needs to be a better citizen.

 

The man pulled the hoodie back over his head, then tried to walk past the kid, looking for the girl who ran away.

 

When the man tried to walk through Martin, Martin quickly used his momentum against the bitter man and flipped him onto his back. The man yelled as he fell, and let out an oof when he hit the hard concrete floor. He was dazed on the floor as he felt a pressure on his throat. He looked up and saw the kid staring down at him, his leg sitting over his throat and the man realized that this kid is taking this very seriously, and might not be such a joke.

 

"I can crush your windpipe right now-OH!"

 

The man pushed Martin’s overconfident foot off his throat, and Martin fell to the floor. The man pushed up and threw himself at Martin, but not before Martin could lift a foot up and kick the man in his face with his own momentum and then some. The man grunted and fell down, a hand to his face as Martin pulled himself back up, and put himself back in a defensive stance. The same one his Dad taught him.

 

"Fuck! I think I'm bleeding..." The man said as he moved a hand from his face to check his palm. He saw a drop of blood fall down and grimaced as he looked back up.

 

"You little fucking shit... I'm gonna pummel you!" The Villain let out in a fit of rage as he pushed himself back up and went flying at Martin.

 

Once again, Martin played his hand well, and used the man's reckless abandon against him. Countering his mindless assault with a series of quick and well placed strikes, then finishing with a leg sweep that dropped the thug and made him feel like a fool.

 

Not ready to be bested so easily, the man caught a hold of Martin's ankle and took it out from underneath him. He then pulled himself on top of the 13 year old boy, and punched him in the stomach with powerful frustration. Martin let out a pained cry, then tried to push the man away. The man didn't get moved that easily, and fought against Martin's legs as he pulled himself closer and took another swing at Martin, but Martin managed to maneuver around it and put the man into a painful, alternate arm bar. The man's arm was getting twisted and pulled as Martin's legs were rooted, knees on the floor on both sides of the man's arm. The man realized he was in a poor predicament, and tried to push Martin off quickly, before too much pressure was applied.

 

The man luckily pushed at the right time and Martin lost his grip just enough for the man to get his arm free and stand up. He saw the back of the kid’s head and went for a clobber. But, Martin’s Spidey-Senses were tingling. He ducked and turned in one fluid motion, once again getting better of the thug. Martin saw that the man missed wildly, and kicked the man's shin, throwing the much larger hoodlum's leg back with force. With no motions wasted, Martin shot his leg up to catch the man's rugged face as he fell downwards. The man fell off Martin’s foot and rolled onto his back naturally, holding his face once again. 

Martin stood back up, feeling like just like Batman. Beating up a hoodlum to keep Gotham safe. He knew he was in control, and didn't think the man had any chance to keep up with his quick moves and master training.

 

The man yelled into his mouth and banged the floor, realizing that he's getting beaten up by a little kid. He quickly got back up but chose not to attack wildly this time. He instead took a long look at the kid. Swaying, in his now more confident looking fighting stance. His young face had a smile on, and it barely looked like this kid even broke a sweat. This twisted the man's insides.

 

That kid thinks that he’s better than me. Just because of some lucky hits! I can’t wait to prove that prick wrong!!

 

 "How old are you?" The asked with grit teeth.

 

 "Thirteen, mister." Martin said, still being respectful. Because that's what superheroes are supposed to do.

 

The man felt even worse when he heard that. He thought the kid was like fifteen, or so. But thirteen? He can't believe that he's getting beat up by a thirteen year old. And one with manners like that. It felt even more disrespectful.

 

"There's no shame in losing to me, my Dad has been training me since I was young." Martin said, reading the thugs mind.

 

"I'm not losing to you!" The thug exclaimed defensively.

 

Martin smile grew, and knew he was under his skin now. There was no way that man would win if he fought emotionally, Martin was too quick and clever. Maybe the man could get one or two strikes in, but Martin knows that he can come back from those. He was able to shrug off that earlier punch to his stomach, so he had confidence in being able to handle anything else this man has to offer him.

 

The man snarled as he saw the confidence grow on the kids face. That thirteen year old kid. He looked him over, his plain shirt and grey joggers that bounced with his agile, youthful frame.

 

"This kid probably doesn’t even have and hair on his balls! How he is beating me!?" The man angrily thought to himself.

 

Martin didn't want to let the thug get to think too much, so he quickly moved in and went on the offense. He kicked the man in his leg, then waited for his inevitable response. The thug angrily threw his fist at Martin's face, but Martin dodged it, and flipped the man over in an arm drag. As the man hit the floor, still holding onto the man's arm, Martin raised his leg, pulling it over and kicking the man in his mouth with the heel of his dirty shoe. 

 

The man lied dazed for a moment, but was quickly reenergized as the attack angered him. He pulled his hand down, overpowering the boy wonder and dragging him to the floor. Martin fell on his back, and found himself slightly winded as he let go of the thug's arm. The thug shot up and went to stomp on the dazed, barely teenage boy, but Martin moved his head at the last second. He turned over and quickly got to his feet. Martin saw the thug throw another wild punch at him, and very easily countered it. Martin didn't want to do the same counter again, so he tried to have some fun with it.

 

The 13 year old Martin grabbed a hold of the brutish thug’s wild arm, then pulled it away to open him up. Martin raised his leg and threw it to the man's side, kicking him with a deceptive amount of force. The Villain grunted and bent over at his side from the force of the kick. Martin felt confident and went for another after throwing the man's arm away. He went for the same kick, but this time the man caught it. The man looked at Martin, whose brown eyes looked caught off guard for the first time so far. The man knew he had him where he wanted him, and had every plan to take full advantage. He had to teach this little punk a lesson. To learn his place.

 

The man rounded up all the blood and saliva he could muster in his mouth, and spat it out in an awful gob, spraying the good looking young wannabe superhero all over his handsome, freckled face.

 

"AH WHAT THE SPIT!" Martin screamed out, as he covered his face with his hands, trying to get all of the gross out.

 

The thug threw the boys leg away, causing Martin to flip around and have his back to the man. Martin bent over, trying to clean off his face before the villain shot his hand down and grabbed Martin’s messy brown hair and pulled back and up on him.

 

“AHH!! MY HAIR” Martin yelped out, getting caught off guard by the thug’s unethical tactics. Martin flailed in the bigger man’s hand, his legs kicking off the ground as his hands were up, trying to undo the villain’s hands from his hair. Martin whined, as the man pulled on his hair, struggling to free himself from this precarious position that he didn’t expect to be put in.

 

The thug knew the kid needed to learn, and that this was the perfect opportunity to begin the lesson. He's going to show him that when you try too hard to be Superman, you have to remember your Kryptonite.

 

The Villain watched Martin flail and twist for some moments, as he watched Martin's young, slim yet strong body move and writhe as he was being pulled from his top. The front of Martin's body was now facing The Villain, and he tried to throw another kick, like the ones he threw earlier, but was caught again. The Villain laughed as he looked at Martin's concerned face and squirming body, with his eyes focusing in on the shifting bulge between his legs. The Villain pulled up on Martin's leg as he pushed in and mercilessly slammed his knee straight up, perfectly squashing Martin's unsuspecting testicles in his soft grey joggers. 

 

Martin, with all his training, has never expected such underhanded tactic's to become a reality. Not only the hair pulling and spit, but Martin had never felt the true pain of a real, direct hit to his testicles. No one in school struck went so low as to defile his innocence with a nut shot, although he’d laugh with his friends whenever he was witness. He'd only had brushes of accidental half-hearted shots when he sparred with Dad. And even then, he always wore a cup. Never did his Dad sent a wild kick that went from below and up into his sack, nor has his knee fallen upon the family jewels in training practice. And never did his Dad ever tell his son that this was a real potential danger in the world. His dad insisted that no one would ever do what thug just did. Martin was never going to think of low blows the same way again.

 

Martin went cold from shock as he felt his privates being brutally attacked for the first time. He never thought he'd have to worry about this, his Dad told him no one with pride would do ever do this. And never in any of his comics has the villain ever resorted to such an approach to handle the superhero. But none of that was even a thought for this 13 year old freckled boy, as the bigger thug made his mark on him with a devastating low blow that broke any sense of stability Martin had.

 

The thug felt his knee sandwich the boy’s balls over his knee, and saw that Martin was stunned from the impact. His eyes were wide, and although he managed to remove most of the disgusting projectile out of his face, there was some blood still stained under his eye. 

As the thug's knee raised Martin off the ground, he pushed Martin back before he could react and Martin fell back first without being able to respond.

 

In the moments following the devastating knee, Martin didn't know how to react. He found himself frozen, and his mind was completely blank as that low blow killed any sense of direction he had. Then, a pain very uneasily emerged in his lower extremities and by the time he realized it, the pain was too powerful for him to make any movement. It was a pain unlike anything he could ever imagine. An all-encompassing, terrible pain that continued building up and shattered the ceiling of the reality Martin once had. The shortsighted reality that he could help save the world, and help fight crime in the city he calls home. Now, the only reality he could possibly conceive, was the reality that there was no more fight and that he was experiencing the absolute worst pain imaginable.

 

That's when his back hit the hard concrete underneath him. His legs were still in the air before he could move his hands to the source of his affliction and that allowed the villainous man to take advantage of the boy in his weakened, almost delerious state and send a vicious stomp between his spread legs, as he was flat on his back. 

The 13 year old boys developing manhood was kicked with the thug’s filthy boots slamming into them with the arch, and totally annihilating Martin’s delicate testicles. The sensitive balls that were sitting in Martin’s tight underwear, underneath his soft grey joggers, were once again flattened. His bulge was ravaged under the man's boot, which completely took up the space between his tightened legs.

 

With no room to go elsewhere, Martin's poor set of nuts were crushed as his body became frantically aware of the terrible attack he was under. The thug's dirty attack on the 13 year old boy was revolting, but unquestionably effective.

 

Martin didn't even think the pain could get worse when he began to feel the pain from the first knee, it was like nothing else. Then, after a fall and further pressure it all got so much worse. It was like a bomb went off in his underwear, and that venomous bomb stained his poor, once hopeful young body with a nauseating affliction that overtook every inch of his frame, and every synapse in his brain.

 

As the thug’s boot struck Martin’s crotch, Martin cried out a sharp, young howl and instinctively pulled his legs up. As soon as the villain dragged his foot out of the soft joggers, Martin instantly pulled his hands to his crotch, cradling his 13 year old manhood with all that he could. He rolled onto his side, and whined out in unnerving agony. Martin bobbed his head, then closed his eyes as he wheezed out in terror. He opened his eyes and screamed out a most strenuous howl that sounded more animalistic than human. His brown eyes began to water, and very quickly flowed down his face that was now aimed down at the filthy concrete beneath. The once confident boy contorted and twisted on the floor, incapable of handling the pain bestowed onto him.

 

"Aahhhh... oh my god! Waaa... uhh, ugh MMMMAAAAHHHHGGGAAA!!" Martin screamed out from his tortured state. His legs were riding up and he rolled around, trying to move away from the pain. But it, and his increasingly swelling testicles, moved with his every movement.

 

"Ha!... that's what happens... when you mess with the big boys, kid!" The Villain spat from his vantage point. Watching Martin roll around in uncontrollable pain, his red as a tomato face openly weeping and whimpering, with his youthful body twisting and turning, as he held his crotch with all the power in his desecrated frame

 

The thug walked up to the writhing boy and stepped on his stomach when he rolled around onto his back. Martin cried out and tried to get away, but he couldn't do it. He was too weak, and too preoccupied with the pain between his legs.

 

"It hurts, don't it boy?" The villain asked.

 

Martin could only weep in response. His eyes were hazy and the pain colored everything with a terrible shade. The thug didn't accept this as an answer however, and pushed his weight onto the boys tightening abs.

 

"I asked you a question! It hurt, don't it boy!?"

 

"Yes!" Martin let out pitifully, as the pain got worse and worse with the bigger man's foot digging into his stomach.

 

"What hurts, kid?"

 

"I... I-"

 

"What hurts, BOY?!" The Villain spat as he twisted his foot into Martin's stomach, like he were crushing a bug.

 

"My balls! My balls, they hurt so bad!"

 

"Aww, does your little boy balls hurt? Did I crush them?" The man sadistically asked.

 

"Yes... they hurt so bad..." Martin barely let out on his back.

 

The man pushed off Martin, giving Martin more to cry over, as he curled in and brought his knees up to his forehead as he tightly held his hands over his crotch. He tried to weep silently, in an attempt to hide from the fact that he's weeping and lost the battle so convincingly. He's never seen a superhero in his comics act like this. It shamed the young man, and made him feel even worse than he already should.

 

The thug bent over and pulled Martin onto his back. Martin whined and tried to roll away, but he was too weak.

 

"Please... I'm sorry, j-just go-"

 

"Oh, you want me to go? So you can cry here, holding onto your little balls?" The thug asked, as he pushed Martin down with his hand.

 

Martin whined, not able to keep any liquid from flowing out of his eyes or nose, then screamed out as this specific wave of pain made Martin cry out again. He tried to pull his legs up and roll, but he couldn't move with the man's hand on his chest.

 

"I asked you a question!" The thug spat out as he grabbed Martin's hair once more, pulling it back. Martin whimpered and looked up with watery, weeping eyes.

 

"I asked... if you want me to leave you alone, so you can cry here, holding your weak little balls, because you think you can play with the big boys. Is that it!?”

 

"Yes, yes yes... p-please, just, no!" Martin let out as the man ripped his hands away from his crotch. Martin tried to protect himself, but he was too weak, and the man dug into the wannabe boy wonder's joggers and grabbed a handful of what lost him the fight.

 

"AH! PLEASE, NO!" Martin screamed out as he felt his vulnerability get exploited once again. He shook his head and thrashed as he could, but he couldn't stop the pain from getting worse.

 

"These right here!" The Villain bellowed as he pulled his hand, raising Martin's genitals up. Martin watched the man's brutish hand raise above and close around the mesh of meat inside his grey joggers. Martin's eyes rolled as he gagged, his head tilting back as the thug squashed his balls with all the force he could muster. As The Villain closed his hands, Martin felt the pressure inside him get heavier and heavier, making it impossible to breath or even move. You could see the wad inside The Villain's hand, twisting with the man's wrist.

 

"These, small balls here! They aren't ready for a man's world! You're still small, fucker! You've got nothing! You hear me! You're weak!!" The man bellowed, crushing the teenager’s delicate testicles with all his anger and might.

 

"Do you hear me?!" He screamed in Martin's increasingly reddening face.

 

"Yes... gasp, please... let go!" Martin whined out in a hurry. His hands weakly clawing at The Villain's hand, which was holding the young boy weak balls, crushing them as completely as he could at the moment.

 

"Remember this, next time you want to be a superhero, kid! It’s not real, you can’t help anyone, if you can’t even help yourself!”

 

Martin was desperately shaking ans sweating as the pain was choking and coloring his vision a sharp, bright white. 

 

“Come back when these drop! Fucking PUNK!" The man bellowed as he snapped his hand back. Martin felt the snap but couldn't move and stayed flat on his back, only choking even further, his body barely shaking as Martin was helpless to fight against the thug's power, as he ruthlessly handled his young jewels. 

Then, just to make sure the kid gets the point, the lowlife pulled his hand up, forcing the boy to cry out as he had to raise his lower half just to keep his frail weakness attached to his body. Martin continued to cry and seethe with painful scathing, agonized breaths, looking through bright bursting vision that was starting to feel like a sick purple. He's totally submitted to the villainous man, but the nasty thug was not ready to let him go so easily. He dangled him by his strings, like a weeping puppet, his legs flailing off the ground like a rag doll, having to go higher and higher as the man continued to raise his hand over the boy like a backwards clock that was just trying to get to noon.

 

Martin cried, and pleaded, as he swore his balls are going to get ripped off before he even gets to grow up. He'll never have sex, or have kids. He'll be hated, embarrassed and useless. Trying to be a hero, but he failed and can't even help himself. He's going to lose his manhood because he thought he can be a hero, when hero's don't exist. Only agony exists, and it is what he's experiencing right now, as clear and disgusting as the day.

Then, as both of his legs were up at the same time, The Villain slammed his fist back down, pushing palm first. Martin crashed into the floor, and his crotch exploded in an even worse agony before he was finally able to hold his abused balls as The Villain was finished. Martin cried and breathed harshly, as he rolled into a ball cupped his hands over his bruised manhood. As thankful as he could be, now that he's finally allowed freedom from that torturous thug.

 

The Villain stood up, and pulled on his hoodie, as he looked at the boy curled up in front of him. He could hear his drained whimpering cries as he stared at the boy's back, his shirt pulled over, and his white fruit of the loom underwear on display. Angrily, he kicked the boy in his bottom, causing the boy to spasm and whine, but incapable of moving any further. The man, feeling he proved his point, looked around, and then casually walked out of the alleyway with his hoodie pulled over his head. Hiding his face from the world.

  

The 13 year old lied on the cold, unforgiving concrete. Crying from what is easily the worst experience he's ever had in his sheltered life. Never did he expect to be put down like this, never thought the world would ever let something like this happen. He became painfully aware, how nasty the world truly is, and how stupidly unprepared he is to handle it.

 

Martin cried for an hour, barely moving, only doing so to displace the pain and move into a less numb position. Hacking occassionally, sure that his balls would fall out of his mouth as the rising, sheering agony was unavoidable and immense everywhere inside him. Although he could clearly feel his balls in his hand, it felt like they were everywhere at once and Martin couldn't handle it. Martin was never going to forget this feeling. Never forget this day. And he's going to do everything he possibly can, to never let it happen again.