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?”
