Friday, December 11, 2020

Étude in pain (Haruki meets David)

Special thanks to Haruki for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who likes dirty dancing!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.
Artwork created by Champ

Featured in this story: David (click for pictures)

On the outside, there were some similarities between the two young men, but the contrast between personalities could not have been starker.
David was 19 years old, tall and handsome, with jet black hair and piercing green eyes. He had a dancer’s posture, body-conscious, elegant and upright, with floating gestures but not without gravitas.
At 18, Haruki was marginally younger. The handsome Japanese’s hair was black with dyed blonde tips. He wasn’t quite as tall as David, and he wasn’t nearly as confident. Extremely shy and nervous, he looked like a sheep to David’s lion-like ego.

Frankly, David thought that pairing him with a guy like Haruki was impertinent – and he didn’t keep his thoughts to himself.
“What a fucking disgrace”, he hissed, shaking his head as he eyed Haruki. “Who do they think I am? A fucking amateur?”
Haruki looked at his toes.
“The idea---” David scoffed. He pursed his lips. “Only a fucking loser, an incompetent fucking loser could come up with an idea like that!” He rolled his eyes as he imitated the director’s voice with an effeminate lisp. “See what you can learn from each other. Dive into each other’s persona, look behind the mask, channel each other’s personalities, explore each other’s vulnerabilities…” David turned to Haruki, reverting to his normal, hateful voice. “Come on, show me your vulnerability, you fucking idiot!”
Both of them were standing in the ballet hall, facing the wall-to-wall mirror. They were wearing their ballet training clothes: a tight fitting tank top and knee length tights, ankle warmers and flat ballet shoes. David’s clothes were all in black, matching his hair. Haruki was wearing a mix of grey, white and tan clothes.
Haruki blinked. His eyes met David’s in the mirror. “Umm… I… I don’t---”
A split-second later, David’s foot smashed into his crotch.
In a surreal out-of-body experience, Haruki saw himself get hit in the nuts before the pain set in. He watched the foot slam into the big, white bulge in his tights. It was a funny sight. The impact shook his package. For a moment, it looked like his dick and each individual nut were headed in different directions. For a very brief moment, Haruki felt the urge to laugh – but that was quickly wiped out by the urge to vomit.
“Ughghggh”, Haruki groaned, his eyes losing focus, his face scrunching up in pain. “My balls…” His anguished moan filled the ballet hall as he sank to his knees, his fingers gently cupping his aching gonads.
There was a derisive sneer on David’s handsome face as he watched Haruki slide to the floor, his face a mask of pain.
“Pathetic”, David mumbled.
Haruki looked up at him, hurt and confused. He raised his hand in a helpless gesture. “Why do y---”
David didn’t let him finish his question. He brought his foot down hard on Haruki’s aching gonads, ramming the two tender testicles into his body and squashing them flat under his foot.
Haruki’s eyes twitched as he let out a piercing squeal, doubling over in agony.
David looked down at him, his arms folded in front of his chest, looking majestic and noble, like a prince towering over a worthless peasant.
Haruki got on all fours, trying to crawl away. “Please, don’t---”
David’s foot slammed into his crotch from behind, lifting him off the ground and making him scream from the top of his lungs.
“Please!” Haruki whined, rolling back and forth, cupping his crotch, grimacing and groaning. “Please, stop!”
Haruki’s desperate pleading didn’t fall on deaf ears – but instead of making David stop it made him even more angry.
“Listen to yourself!” David snapped, raising his foot before sending it down hard on Haruki’s nuts, stomping them into his body, eliciting a high-pitched wail. “Just listen to yourself! To think that anybody would pair me with you…” The absurdity of the thought made David laugh bitterly.
“I beg you”, Haruki whimpered, his eyes filling with tears. “I---“
“Shut up, you pathetic fool”, David hissed, placing the ball of his foot on Haruki’s nutsack and leaning forward, grinding Haruki’s balls under his sole and flattening them like pancakes.
Haruki threw his head back, wailing in agony as David crushed his nuts with a cool, cruel grin.
David’s eyes moved up and stopped to admire his reflection in the mirror.
He looked incredible.
A perfect specimen of a male.
And under his foot: the exact opposite.
David smiled at himself in the mirror, striking a pose as he continued to crush Haruki’s nuts with his foot.
Haruki’s wailing and moaning became he soundtrack to a strange, beautiful dance.
David leaned in, brutally flattening Haruki’s nuts against the cold, hard floor, making him sing soprano while moving lithely, beautifully, to that strange, disharmonic, enchanting lament.
As he watched himself, David almost forgot about Haruki – all the while making sure that Haruki had no chance to forget about him…
David moved his arms, his hands, his fingers, using everything he knew about dancing while watching himself in the mirror, crushing Haruki’s nuts in the process.
“My nuts!” Haruki shrieked. “You are crushing them!”
David took a step back.
Plié. Pirouette. Plié.
Tour Jeté.
Haruki breathed a sigh of relief, getting up, moaning, rubbing his aching nuts.
But to his horror, David wasn’t done.
He came running towards Haruki, a blissful smile on his face.
Cabriolé. Sauté. Passé. Nutkick.
David’s foot slammed into Haruki’s balls, hitting them dead-on like only a ballet dancer or a football player can.
Haruki’s cheeks puffed, his eyes crossed and he let out a wheezing groan.
Pirouette. Nutkick. Pirouette. Nutkick. Pirouette. Nutkick.
Haruki struggled not to throw up.
His body was engulfed in red, hot pain as David slammed his foot into his nuts again and again and again.
The impromptu performance ended with a beautiful Tour en l’air and a kick to Haruki’s battered balls that made him pass out with a pitiful whimper.
Haruki’s eyes rolled back into his head and his pain-contorted face went peacefully quiet as he slid into merciful unconsciousness.
David didn’t look down. His eyes were fixed on his own reflection as he took a bow.
“Huh”, he mumbled as he walked out of the room,  leaving Haruki behind. “Explore each other’s vulnerabilities.” He shrugged as the door closed behind him. “Maybe the idea wasn’t so bad after all.”


Anonymous said...

Great short story. Captures David perfectly, beauty, grace and cruelty in one super hot package. Reg

GinoJaydenAuthorJimmy said...

Hi Alex,

This story packs a lot of punch and it really showcases David's flawed characters view of perfection so wonderfully. David is brutal, and in his element as he rocks Haruki to his core. Beautifully destructive, great work Alex. This story really works so many of your strengths as a writer, you executed it perfectly.



Den said...

do you think it's worth giving David some development and a little reflection? He hasn't changed all these years. And there are still not enough everyday stories with Zaсh

Alex said...

Thanks for your comments, guys!

I know what you mean. I'm pretty sure that a little self reflection would suit David very well. Unfortunately, I don't think he is capable of that. There was a moment (when he was dating Parker) when I thought: Maybe he'll change. But he didn't. I guess he'll always be a mean, selfish, nasty bastard... ;-)