Self-Defense Nightmare written by Jimmy

 

Self-Defense Nightmare

 

 

by Jimmy

 

 

Today’s the day.

Max and Rex are proud of Chase DiPiertro, and went to support him in claiming his new karate belt, but in Chase’s car on the way over they most ragged on the sixteen year old.

“I didn’t think kids over ten even did karate!” Max says, already laughing.

“Of course they do dummy, how else do people become masters. They nerd it up!”

 Chase laughs good naturedly along with the twins, “Alright, alright! I get it, I’m old, a nerd but this guy knows how to kick ass now. I finally decided that I would keep my big balls safe, and now I can.”

Rex and Max share a look before both of them stifle their giggles by putting their fists in their mouths.

“Yeah, right!” Max laughs. “I bet that he gets his ass handed to him today, and starts crying and saying shit like ‘My big balls, aww no not my big ones!’”

Rex bursts out laughing, tears streaming down his face “Biggest…balls in the room!”

Max is leaning against the window sobbing with happy tears and when Chase pulls into a parking space he is quite happy to leave the two of them and go change.

Chase ignores his aggravation at his friend’s words and tries to take big calming breathes as he slips out of his ribbed tank top and shorts. Turning to look in the mirror, Chase admires his reflection. He’s the only one in the small dojo locker room and eyeing his muscles starts to flex a bit.

At sixteen Chase is in pique perfection. Chase’s abs flex as he sucks in his stomach counting each one and delights when he gets to eight. He’s been on a role recently and beaten every opponent from the karate dojo and his friends around him. He is most happiest about how he handled Junior the other day, and rubs at his groin thinking about how sweet it was to bust his balls so well-handedly.

Chase lifts his arms ups to flex again, when all the lights turns off.

“What the hell?”

A breeze goes past Chase and he turns, the small hairs at the back of his neck prickle and a hand slides up his thigh and squeezes Chase’s big balls feather soft. Chase swears that he barely feels it but the voice behind him lets him know that this is real.

“You’ve come so far, only to fall.”

“Ryan?” Chase asks turning his head, but the lights flick on and he is blinded again as a squeeze down below around his plump nuggets makes him seize up, icy fear catches him and he spots Ryan. Ryan matches his height still, and is wearing his Gi but still Chase notices his slight slim body underneath. The fingers twist inwards, trapping Chase’s big balls tightly as he squeezes.

“Get off, Ryan…those are my big balls!”

Ryan grins swiftly “Still delustional, I see.” The lights go out with a click. Chase barely registers the remote control in Ryan’s other hand but breathes out in relief as Ryan releases his hold.

A shove to his chest knocks him over the bench that Chase was using to change into and his Gi and belt fall as Chase tumbles over, his legs in the air.

“What have we got here?” Ryan asks as his foot finds its way to Chase’s manhood and presses down, flattening Chase’s balls with a quick stomp. Chase lips open in a plea, which no one can see because it’s dark again but no sound escapes as he tenses. Finally Chase cringes and croaks, trying to get Ryan’s attention but is completely ignored or unseen. Ryan rears back his foot and swings it down again towards Chase’s weakly held package, slamming Chase’s fingers into his own big balls. Chase’s meaty, starting to swell, and bruise up testicles squish between his fingers and pelvis, sending shockwaves through his tensing frame.

Chase finally finds his voice at the third hit to his groin, and howls dripping with agony as his pain blooms and eyes clamped shut tight and skyrockets from the massive unforgiving foot still lodges between his closed thighs. The pain sickens him, reminding Chase of why he comes to the karate studio in the first place and how it has failed him once again, as he rolls in the fetal position his drapped Gi partly covering him as he knocks back Ryan’s foot.

Ryan skips back and a few moments later the lights return…but Ryan is nowhere to be seen.

Crumpled on the dirty floor, Chase holds his privates groaning hearing his own voice repeated back to him as the sound of his voice bounces back and returns to him. Chase blinks opening his eyes and staring around the room.

“Ry…Ryan?” Chase calls out.

No one answers.

Chase is down for some time, and he finally starts to climb to his feet and get dressed. A knock at the door startles him, but he smiles as Jayden peeks in “You almost ready? Everyone’s waiting for you.”

“Yeah, I’ll be…right out.”

Jayden smiles, and it’s so warm. He’s dark curls have returned, and his annoying mope of hair falls into his eyes as he says “Can’t wait to see you out there.”

Chase’s cheeks darken a little and he opens his Gi so that Jayden can gaze at his torso, “I’m wearing so many clothes though. I hope that you won’t be bored.”

Jayden goes to speak but Rex and Max’s faces poke out underneath Jayden’s arm that has the door only open a little.

“Gross!” Rex says pretending to barf.

“When will you two ever leave the honeymoon phase?” Max asks.

Jayden shoves the two away, the door slamming momentarily but is pulled back open again by Jayden “Screw them. You look hot, and I’ll just be imagining what I am going to do to you when I get you home.” Looking over his shoulder Jayden lowers his shorts taking out his cock and giving it a little tug. “I promise to be beating off to you the whole time you are out there fighting.”

Chase starts to chub up as he watches Jayden’s hand slide up and down his growing member. Jayden winks shyly and closes the door.

“Fuck Jayden, don’t tease me.” Chase starts after him, turning his torso to the door to open it when above him a snicker catches him and he stares straight up through the exposed ceiling title that has been pulled back. Ryan is hunched up but swings down with both feet nailing Chase in the mid-section and sending him straight to the floor.

Ryan lands catlike before Chase, one hand poised in the air and says “Gotcha!”

The lights start blinking as Ryan runs straight at Chase and Chase winded, barely moves away from a stomp to his head. Ryan’s legs are wide and he falls into a split grinning widely as Chase hunched over on all fours himself, breathing hard a bit of spittle leaking from one corner of his mouth.

“Hi-yah!” Ryan’s fist shoots forward, nailing Chase in his underwear clad bulge, flattening his balls with a wet sounding SPLAT!

Chase groans, eyes crossing and falls back onto his back cupping his wounded nuts, as he shouts “What the fuuuuuck! Ryan you…ass!”

Watching Chase, Ryan’s eyes never leaves his targets as he says “You want to be a karate master…then you must be able to master the pain. The pain to your little tiny insignificant raisins.”

Anger, briefly flashes in Chase’s blue eyes but is quickly replaced with pain and fear…that Ryan is only beginning.

“No…Ryan. Fuck man…I’m only going up a belt! Leave my big ba—lls!”

The lights go out as Chase is once more plunged into darkness. Chase takes a moment to scuttle back to the lockers putting his back to a wall as he cups his wounded pride and joy. He’s being attacked again by Ryan, and Chase knows that this will be the final time. Grabbing the locker handles he slowly pulls himself up on his feet as the showers flick on. Chase turns towards the sound but is listening for Ryan’s footsteps as steam starts to billow out from the showers and into the locker room area.

The air is moist, hot in the locker room smelling faintly of mildew and old spice. Chase is upright, but just barely. Limping along the lockers Chase slowly heads toward the door, his ears alert for sounds and his eyes now used to the darkness are watchful for moving shadows and what might lurking inside of them. Chase’s breathing quiets down, and he can feel his heart beat quieting as he takes careful steps, one foot after the other. Licking his lips he thinks that he sees something a flicker off in the distance but he is not positive as the door gets closer, he knows this because Chase has reached the missing locker. A whole section was removed a few months past and he sighs with relief as his fingers close around the cool metal frame of the door.

He has made it.

“Chase, your boyfriend is here!”

The lights flicker back on and Chase spins looking for Jayden. “Jayden, where are you?” he calls out.

From the missing locker near the door a foot swings out, and Chase does not see it until he hears the hard THUNK vibrating from his groin. Chase looks down, as a bead of sweat drops from his nose as a pulse, quick, sharp and explosive singes up his torso from the point of entry.

“OOOOOOOOoo aaaaaoooohhhhhHHHH!” Chase yells, the hard throbs from his heavily impacted scrotum shoots through him overwhelming his pain threshold causing Chase’s legs to lock around Ryan’s invading foot. Chase blinks back a gag, as he feels his stomach twist from the impact to his groin and takes a shuddering breath trying to steady himself. Involuntarily Chase has pressed himself against the cool lockers, now covered in a wet sheen of moisture from the showers all blazing water.

Knocking the foot from between his legs, Chase slides along the lockers his back collecting the dew drops as he moves.

“You…fucker, Ryan…my big balls!” gritting his teeth Chase takes another step and the door to the locker room opens as his weight is pressed against it and he falls out into the corridor landing flat on his back as he stumbles. Chase is breathing hard, and winces at the point of impact on his head and reaches up to smooth down the back when Ryan lands on him, his body just barely touching his own. Their eyes lock, and Ryan smoothly rears up his leg shoot it smoothly between the opening of Chase’s thighs. The hard knock against his boys seems to loosen up Chase’s vocals as he yells out.

Covering his mouth, Ryan smiles “Wouldn’t want to scare the kids in the audience who wait for you to lose, Chase.” Ryan grinds his knee in place, rolling the hard and unyielding knee bone against his taint. The bones clack, as his balls are crushed between the two. Chase braces himself for the next destructive wave of pain and anguishes out a stifled cry against Ryan’s now wet palm.

“I’ve taken a liking to you, Chase…your little peanuts are hard to crack. And you always come back for more” Ryan gushes as he smoothers Chase’s nuts again with a follow-up knee, ramming against Chase’s scrotum with another powerful blow. Chase whimpers his body relaxing in a vegetative state as queasiness floods and overwhelms his system. Knees are truly Chase’s undoing, his kryptonite. Ever since Gino nailed him the first time, when his balls slipped free of his speedo Chase knew that he could never beat that undeniable strike.

“You’ll never earn your belt now, you are a fail—ure!”

In one last moment of rage, Chase gathers everything that he has left and throws up his own knee into Ryan’s hanging scrotum and feels the rush of Ryan’s balls retreating inwards and against Ryan’s inmoveable pelvis. Ryan’s eyes widen a fraction, his mouth still open from teasing Chase as he squeaks “You hit me.”

Chase’s inner fire blossoms larger and he sneers as he brings his leg back to the floor, and feels the tremble of Ryan’s body over his own as he hammers another knee this one harder than before as Chase gives it everything that he has left.

“Ahhhh!” Chase yells at the same moment that, Ryan does the same his hand on Chase’s mouth retreats and Chase overbalances him throwing Ryan to the side. Chase rolls with him until he is on top and positions his legs on top of Ryan’s pinning him to the floor. Chase wraps his fingers around Ryan’s throat as he gives in to his more primal instincts: to survive the onslaught.

“You wily little shit…I’ve finally got you.”

Everywhere appears to be sore on Chase, especially his big balls but he tries his best to ignore the tender pain still punctuating along with his beating heart. Chase wants to hold his big balls, the risk is still there that Ryan will get the better of him again and his fear is on high alert as his blue eyes are locked onto Ryan below him. Although all the effort that Chase is putting into this, Ryan seems to be floundering like a fish out of water, writhing against him and moaning a steady stream of “You got me, ohhh my manly balls…you ruined me…I think…you popped them!” Ryan’s face freezes in fear as his eyes well up with tears. “You. Popped. My balls!”

Sitting up on Ryan’s stomach Chase says “No, I…didn’t hit you that hard.” He twists back, looking over his shoulder as Ryan’s crotch but the Gi hides the bulge completely in the long wide white fabric. Chase reaches back one tentative hand going below Ryan’s belt to investigate.

“No…don’t…I’m bleeding, ahhhh I will surely die!”

“Hold still” Chase chastises as Ryan rotates below him. Chase just gets to the place where he thinks Ryan’s groin must be when a powerful fist, knuckles blazing smashes into his balls snaps his body into stillness. Ryan’s fist twists and Chase can feel his testes, not only flattening but twisting and squelching in ways that they shouldn’t in an effort to escape the attack.

“You always were a sucker.”

Chase’s head whips around just in time for Ryan to smack him in the face with his free hand sending him off of Ryan’s body where he falls onto his ass, grabbing his nuts and wincing at the devastation between his closed fingers. “AAAaahhh…again…my big balls.”

Ryan is sitting up, his smile back as he whips off his own belt and Chase barely spots the dark black band before it loops around his neck. Yanking Chase back to him with a pull, Ryan grabs Chase’s arms pinning them over his head as he leers down at him “That was not very nice…going for my manly balls. Little boys shouldn’t do that. And you Chasey, are a little boy.”

Furious, but in pain Chase mouths off “I am not…uuuuUUUuuuugh ooooOOooooo let me…go!”

Ryan’s fist is full of Chase’s balls and he squishes the mound in his fist, the nutclaw is perfect his fingers sinking into Chase’s balls from below and shooting into each pressure point on Chase’s testicles. The hold makes Chase’s eyes widen and when Ryan’s fingers sink inward he squeals a shrill note that echoes down the hallway and back.

“Chase, you are a fine warrior…for a preschooler waving a wooden branch and calling it a sword. You have no discipline and frankly I am appalled that you made it this far. They really do give out belts around here like free lollipops at a bank.”

None of Ryan’s words seems to register with Chase as his whole focus is on his scrotum that Ryan squeezes, the pressure increasing as the hold continues. Ryan’s hand slowly lifts, bringing up Chase’s nuts from atop his thighs, and their usual nestled safety spot. In the air, Chase watches as Ryan squeezes and twists them this way and that as he notices where Chase’s attention is.

“You really are a one set minded boy. Too bad I’ll stop you from ever becoming a man…but with testes as pathetic as these marbles no one will spot the difference when I crush them.”

“No…not my balls…don’t!” Chase pleads as Ryan pauses, as if to consider the request.

“Hmmm…you really like them, as tiny and insignificant as they truly are?” questions Ryan further, humiliating Chase more by rolling the orbs in his hands like a juggler about to start tossing balls around for tips.

“Yes…don’t crush them.” Chase begs, his reddened face burning with heat as his pleading sky eyes look up at Ryan. He hates that he is pleading. Chase feels so low, but his big balls are the only thing that he can think of.

Ryan’s lip curls “Are you sure?” Ryan kneads Chase’s nuggets against the other forcing the orbs to condense into one big blob.

Chase tenses, a horrid dread filling him as a pulsing sensation fills his ballsack and shoots out into his abdomen. Chase opens his open to plead once again but finds himself voiceless as pain grips him hard in a vice and he flounders and flops against the ground, rising his hips up to get some kind of relief. That’s when Chase realizes how hard he is pressing it against Ryan’s backside and the man’s ass.

“Are you…hard? Is that a stiffy I feel?” Ryan’s eyes widen and he pushes back on it to confirm and Chase moans at the touch, unwillingly but still he does.

“No…I’m not!” Chase breathes, but he groans as Ryan’s butt goes up and down nailing his hardened edge as he squishes the hardness against his belly. A pleasurable throb overtakes him, and Chase rears back and thrusts against Ryan not daring to believe that anything could feel this good right now.

“You naughty, dirty little boy!” Ryan spats out disgustedly as he grinds himself once more delighting at the pain, but desire there before he stands up dragging Chase screaming as he quickly has to kick up to stand. “You won’t get out of this so easily…you are not going to mess up your little undies with all that semen. Not going to happen.”

Ryan squeezes Chase just a tad harder before he gradually decreases the pressure until it’s just barely bearable and clutches Chase’s nuggets one handedly. “Good luck in your final test, Chase…just remember when you least expect it: I’ll be back.”

The lights once more blink out, and Chase falls down to his knees holding his wounded balls and shattered pride knowing that this time Ryan is gone.

 

Sometime later Chase is able to go out to a very bored crowd, but Jayden, Max, Rex, and Logan cheer for him nonetheless. Chase is sluggish in his routines and the old sensei frowns many times. At the end it seems as though she is tired of watching his performance of the moves. Finally the big finale with the wooden board, and to this Chase does not disappoint. The board snaps on his first try and his friends cheer.

The belt is handed over and as he bends down in a bow to receive it, Chase wince’s. He brought his thighs to close together and Jayden leans over to Logan stating “Did you work him over earlier?”

“No! This test means a lot to him…was it you two?” Logan asks

Both Max and Rex shake their heads.

“It wasn’t me either” Jayden says rather dumbfoundedly.

Chase rewraps his wait in the fine green belt and heads over to the guys. Chase moves rather slowly.

“You did it!”

“Heh, yeah I did kiddo,” Chase says. Jayden hugs him, but feels how stiff Chase is.

“Your all worked up” Jayden frowns, looking worried.

Chase messes up his curls, and Jayden whacks his hand back saying “Stop that, I’m just concerned…”

“Don’t be. Let’s go celebrate!”

The group heads outside, Logan heading up the rear swinging his set of keys around his little finger as he does so. “I drove Jayden, but I imagine that he’s going with you now.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“We can go with you,” Rex says. Max appears quietly thinking for a moment. “I’ll give you shotgun, bro.”

“I…”

Logan puts an arm around Max’s shoulders “Please?”

Max caves in and nods heading off leaving Jayden and Chase alone. Jayden immediately says “So what gives, you look…hurt.”

“A surprise test is all, before my performance. Nothing that I couldn’t handle.”

Jayden does not seem convinced, but a kiss on the lips and a gentle tug southward and he gives in. “Fine! Don’t tell me…but oww, not there. We aren’t even home yet.”

Chase drags Jayden along, ignoring his moans as he cradles his favorite part of balls. “We will be…soon enough.” Looking over his shoulder back at the dojo he frowns, a slim build figure sneaks out a side door and winks at him before dissolving into the nearby shadows of the late evening. Chase feels his balls throb as if a ghost has him and he shudders stepping into the car, “And I can’t wait for that.”

 

 

 

~End