Mike and the mysterious clock (1)

Mike and the mysterious clock

Chapter 1

It rang. Finally! The last hour and thus the school day were finally over Mike was happy. Finally he could dedicate himself to more interesting things, because the school bored him a little. He went to the eighth grade of the Flemmington High School and sometimes had the feeling of being surrounded by idiots. Except, of course, Larissa, who sat two benches behind him and whom he secretly languished on. Of course she didn't know anything about it yet, because he was much too shy to approach her openly and confess his love for her. Probably she would just laugh at him and ridicule him in front of everyone else in the class. He wanted to avoid this, because he was already the outsider, the intelligent nerd, the one who had no friends but was never too good to help with the homework of the others. The school year had just begun and Larissa had already caught his eye last year, only she didn't seem to have noticed him at all. While he stowed his writing materials and books in his school bag, he looked secretly over to Larissa to smile at her for a moment, but had to find out that she was chatting with her girlfriends and thus didn't even take his look at her. Frustrated, he grabbed his schoolbag, threw it over his shoulder and left the classroom with the other students. They had just had mathematics lessons, just what he loved most because it suited him. For him numbers were no mystery and he could easily see the solutions to the problems floating in front of his inner eye without having to make a big effort. Although they had been given homework to deepen the subject matter of today at home, he found the tasks ridiculous, because he had already solved most of them in his head in class. What was so difficult about trigonometric formulas?

He took his time leaving school and stopped at the notice board on the ground floor to see if there were any advertised places he could apply for as a student, but there was nothing interesting for him at the time. So he left school as one of the last students and went home alone. He had no friends, because everyone found him a little strange because of his extensive and nerdy knowledge. But he hadn't been able to find another student with similar interests and a similar intellect who would have been suitable for the somewhat introverted Mike as a friend. On his way home he liked to take the small shortcut through the back part of the city park. The little beaten path was a bit hidden, but it led Mike through the quiet and full of nature surrounding part of the city park and not along the noisy and busy main road, which he would also need even longer home. So he strolled along the path through the densely overgrown trees and bushes and enjoyed the singing of the birds as well as the late summer temperatures, which were still around 20 degrees Celsius for mid September. 

The path led in a small zigzag course through this part of the park and as Mike was just turning around the third bend, still completely lost in thoughts of Larissa and enjoying the quiet, abandoned nature, Ralf and his two friends Steve and Tom suddenly stood out of nowhere in front of him and blocked his way. Shocked, Mike stopped. "There's the little nerdy asshole" said Ralf with a slight rage on his face. "What do you think you can do to expose me in this class? You must probably first teach manners and above all some respect" he growled at Mike. Ralf and his two cronies were only transferred to his class this school year, because all three were not really the brightest minds at school and had to repeat the eighth school year again. In addition, Ralf was generally known to be a bully and a troublemaker who also liked to annoy other students or threateningly blackmailed them with violence. He already had a whole year of school advantage, but since his parents had already started school at the age of 6 - probably to get him out of the house as soon as possible - Ralf was only 6 months older than Mike, who would finally celebrate his 14th birthday in just a few weeks. His two comrades-in-arms and followers Steve and Tom were older than Ralf, but mentally on an even lower level, so that they accepted the younger one as their boss. Mike couldn't stand all three from day one because they were always talking in class and bothering him as well as other students.

Probably Ralf alluded to the last lesson where her math teacher Mr. Miller had written a trigonometric equation on the blackboard and asked Ralf to go forward to solve the equation. After all, he would have already had this material in his last school year and should know that. But Ralf stood like a watered poodle at the blackboard and didn't know how to start. For Mike, who saw the solution floating in front of his eyes, this equation was child's play and without thinking he said "The five over to the three, then the root and multiplied by C. That's easy!" Mr. Miller praised him for the quick solution and sent Ralf back to his place. At that moment he hadn't even thought about it that it might not have been as easy for Ralf as it was for him and that he would expose him with this one. At least Ralf looked at him with a grim face as he passed his place and secretly made a gesture with his thumb across his neck. But now that he was all alone facing these three in the city park, he became all the more aware that he might have made a mistake earlier. "Sorry! " stammered Mike, "I didn't want to expose you, but this task was really easy." Mike then added. "So still no respect..." Ralf replied "...and so simply with an apology you don't get away with it. A proper lesson belongs to you given!”

Mike got a little queasy in his stomach and he felt a slight fear because he didn't really know what the three were going to do with him. Maybe they would beat him up and box him in the stomach, at least he had heard rumours at school that they had beaten other students as well and two weeks ago Ralf had just punched another student from the lower school into the stomach in the schoolyard during the big break. Mike had never been beaten before and didn't want to be, and he didn't want to have to explain to his mother why he might come home with a black eye. Unfortunately he didn't wear glasses either, because he had seen in some youth movie on TV how a group of boys didn't punch another one in the face or on the nose at school, because he was a 'spectacled snake'. "Please don't hit me! I don't want a black eye" Mike complained again. "Don't worry" Ralf grinned back "...we won't leave any visible damage behind, but we'll teach you a painful lesson anyway! And let's hope that some ‘things’ turns a little blue." he said and laughed slightly to Tom and Steve. 

Steve, who had already slightly gone behind Mike, grabbed his school bag and took it from his shoulder. Then he opened it and turned it over so that all his school supplies were on their way. "Ooah, how clumsy of me," Steve laughed and kicked one of the books into the nearby undergrowth as he stepped his feet off the writing pad. Ralf and Tom also laughed. "Hold him tight" Ralf suddenly ordered "...so that today he may learn his lesson and respect for us". Apparently the three had already agreed what they were going to do with him when Tom suddenly shouted "Wait!" and bent over to Ralf to whisper something into his ear. While Tom was whispering, Mike tried to listen desperately, but some bird nearby was making too loud a noise right now, so Mike only heard isolated scraps of words like "better vision" or "more effective". The grin on Ralf’s face widened and he nodded approvingly. Then he asked Mike: "Give us your pants, your shoes and your shirt." Mike didn't really understand what this was all about: "But they don't fit you at all" he replied in surprise. "It doesn't matter..." Ralf replied now a bit more brashly "...that belongs to the lesson and should teach you respect. You can also enjoy the beautiful warm temperatures." said Ralf laughing to it. "Now go ahead, or we'll hit you in the face," said Tom with a grim face. Of course Mike didn't want that, so he reluctantly took off his shirt and shoes with fear of a black eye and handed them to Tom. "Just put them down," he said, "Now give me your pants. Give it to me," he added while clenching his fist and threatening him in front of his face. "But..." stammered Mike, but then gave in under the threatening fist and unbuttoned his waistband and zipper, then pulled down his shorts shamefaced and slowly until he climbed out of them and saw Tom holding out. "Here you go" said Mike. "Put them with the other stuff," he replied. 

Suddenly Ralf began to laugh loudly "Look at this. A little superman," he said, pointing his hand at the colorful panties Mike was now wearing. "Yes, but pretty thick" Tom said with a slight astonishment in his voice. Mike was wearing one of his colorful panties again today, which his father had given him last year for Christmas and which had the Superman sign printed on the front of the crotch. He had already noticed in the last weeks that he had grown a bit again, because slowly these underpants became too tight for him, only he loved them too much and reminded him of the last Christmas together with his father. "Indeed," Ralf said delightedly and Steve added with a laugh, "Well, given his size, he'll probably want to wag his palm at home right after." He grabbed Mike by the neck with his right hand and pushed his head forward. Mike's face turned a little red because he had really found out since this summer what he could do down there and what a nice feeling he felt. He had also really intended to give in to that feeling when he got home, while thinking of Larissa and how she moved her head, stroking her hair backwards and smiling at him.

"Well, well, well. Someone's getting all red on their face. Steve seems to be right about that," Ralf said mockingly. "Yes, and probably he's thinking of our naked butts in the shower" said Tom. "NO! On Larissa..." Mike said in the reflex outraged and immediately bit his tongue. "Aha. So you wank over Larissa" asked Ralf with raised eyebrows. "Well, then nothing will come of it today. But if you're lucky, Larissa will see you on the way when you go home in your Superman underpants," Steve said to him while he was still holding his iron grip in his neck. "Haha, if he can walk at all!" Tom shouted laughing and Ralf added grinning "Yes, it could be hard. In any case, the jerking on Larissa is definitely not going to work anymore today. I promise you that." All three laughed easily and Mike wondered what they wanted to do with him. And he was only supposed to run home in his underpants? Oh man, how embarrassing. Hopefully Larissa doesn't see me that way, Mike wished.

""So, hold it up for me.” Ralf said to Steve, who then put his hands directly under Mike's arms from behind and crossed them in his neck. With his strong upper body he put Mike straight down as he pushed the neck down and pushed Mike's arms away from the body with his own shoulders up. Then he pressed one of his knees from behind against Mike's butt so that he was now standing just in front of Ralf and Tom and could no longer defend himself. Ralf took a step towards Mike and stood in front of him just a few inches from his face, laying both hands right and left on his shoulders. Then he looked him in the eye and said, "Now the lesson begins with which you will learn respect for us!” The next moment, he stretched his right leg backwards and just milliseconds later let it shoot up and forward with full force so that his kneecap could dig perfectly into the big bulge with the Superman sign. The upward movement was first slowed down by Mike's pelvic floor and later stopped.

Mike had fully concentrated on the face of Ralf, who stood in front of him with a slight grin and spoke something of a lesson and he was already expecting that they would also take off his underpants, so that he had to go home embarrassed and completely naked. That's why Steve probably held him so tightly that he could hardly move. But then something suddenly exploded in his abdomen, spreading from his testicles upwards into his stomach. At first he thought that Ralf had punched him in the stomach, but this strong, permanent and pulsating pain that was now rumbling between his legs had to indicate something else. The pain clouded his senses so that he couldn't get a clear picture or even think clearly what had actually happened. He got sick and had to cough and choke. "Wow! clean hit! He did a really good job," Tom said to Ralf, who quickly jumped back a step to avoid possibly getting puked by Mike. "I told you that you could aim better and the effect was much more efficient, especially as I didn't expect such big eggs from our little nerd myself," Tom replied. "Probably his nerd intelligence is in there, which is why they're so fat. So it's better if you repeat the whole thing 2-3 times and squeeze his intelligence out of him! Then he can't do the nerd anymore," he added. Ralf looked thereupon to Steve and asked "You still have him under control?“ Steve answered in the affirmative and stretched Mike's body through again and pressed his knee to his butt again, so that his bump in his underpants was visibly stretched out to the front. Ralf looked over at Tom and asked him to grab one of Mike's legs and pull it away a little as Steve was already blocking Mike's left leg with his left foot so he couldn't close the legs. Tom stood to the side of Mike and also pulled his right leg out with his foot, so that Mike now stood there with slightly spread legs and was still firmly and immovably in Steve's grip. 

Mike had to fight with himself and had realized in the meantime that Ralf had probably kicked him in the testicles. He had heard this only once as a rumour at school or seen it here and there on TV in a comedy show and sometimes he could laugh along with the others, when the hit person reached for his testicles with strange sounds and slightly twitching movements, but a short time later the actors were all right again and again. That his testicles could radiate such pain, he would never have thought possible and didn't find it as funny as before on TV. In the meantime he had recovered slightly and had a clear picture in front of his eyes, even though his testicles continued to pulsate painfully. He felt the urge to reach out with his hands, but Steve held him firmly so that he could not move or protect himself. 

Now he saw Ralf standing in front of him again, still grinning as he said to him "Now lesson two, so that you remember better who is in charge here. And as I said, with Larissa today you can forget, I'll see to that." Then he took a slight knee swing, touched his bulge twice to find the best angle for his knee, then looked up at Mike with a sassy grin and in his eyes, where the terror and fear of the next hit were already visible, and then took a very strong swing to ram his knee again into Mike's already maltreated testicles. This time he took two more strokes and rammed his knee into the Superman sign every time. 

For Mike it was almost night when the pain explosions in his abdomen blossomed again and felt stronger with each impact than before. He wanted to close his legs, fall to the ground and hold his testicles with his hands, but none of that was granted him. So he hung limply and with pain all over his body in Steve's firm grip and had to endure one wave of pain after another racing through his abdomen. After a felt eternity Steve let him go and he fell to the ground like a wet sack and rolled straight into an embryo position while holding his crotch tightly with both hands. The pain, however, did not diminish and continued to pulsate from his testicles to his stomach and back. He wished to die, or that this pain would finally stop, but these wishes were not granted to him. Tom bent over for Mike's clothes, which were still piled on the floor, and clamped them under his arm. Ralf bent down to him again and just said, "I hope you learned your lesson today and respect us in the future. The next time you get in my way like this, I'll kick twice more than I did today. Remember that." Then he got up again and left with the other two laughing. Steve said laughing as he left: "Hey Ralf, you really gave it to his eggs. He won't think of any girl for the next few days. But please don't just let me hold it next time."  "OK, tomorrow after school you can polish his balls. Let's see if they turned blue," Ralf replied, then the three had already disappeared. Mike lost all sense of time and just lay there hoping the pain waves would finally stop.

...to be continue.