Mike and the mysterious clock (2)

Chapter 2

Mike lay curled up on the floor for several minutes until the pain slowly decreased and he became more aware of his surroundings. He still had both hands firmly pressed between his legs and felt the slight pulsation in his testicles. He rolled over to his knees and tried to stand up slowly. He again felt slightly stabbing waves of pain flowing through his abdomen and just made slower movements without his testicles being subjected to any pressure or vibration. Felt a new age began for him from this day on, because he had found out a few months ago what pleasant feelings or satisfying ecstasy his newly discovered genitals gave him when he played around with them, but he had never suspected that his testicles could cause such extreme pain. After he finally stood he carefully wiped the leaves, needles and small pieces of earth from his body, always being careful not to move too fast, and then walked carefully through the park on his way home. Walking was not so easy for him at first and he had to walk with his legs slightly apart so that his aching testicles did not constantly collide or rub against each other, which caused a wave of new pain every time. In his head he was already thinking about which side streets or back roads he could take home, so that nobody saw him in his underpants. But he was lucky, because Tom had simply thrown his clothes into a wastebasket at the exit of the park, so that Mike could fish them out again. His pants got stuck for ice that some other visitor apparently hadn't eaten up and had also thrown them into the trash. However, he overcame the slight disgust and ignored the sticky feeling, because that was still better than having to walk through the streets with just underwear on. So he slipped with careful movements into both trouser legs and when he pulled them up as usual to be able to do the zipper and button, he suddenly curled up again in pain and went slightly to his knees. He hadn't considered that with the strong pulling up of the trousers his two maltreated testicles were pressed against his pelvic floor, which logically now returned this with another small explosion of pain. But after about a minute he felt better again, took two or three deep breaths, pulled his shirt over his head and, sitting very carefully on a park bench, put on his shoes and tried to avoid touching his testicles in any way. Then he continued on his way home with cautious steps and slightly broad-legged.

Arriving home, he was glad that his mother was working late again today and therefore did not come home until late evening. He would have been too embarrassed to tell what had happened to him today. He went to the bathroom first, undressed carefully and threw his dirty clothes into the laundry basket. Afterwards he went to the shower to finally wash the dirt from the park and the sticky remains of a soft ice cream off his body. While he stood under the warm shower jet, he also immediately examined his still aching genitals and imagined that his testicles were bigger today than they were last night when he took a shower. Relieved, he carefully palpated his testicles and found that both were still completely intact, even though they caused slight waves of pain with every touch. On the way home he only thought about the fact that the testicles were often called nuts or eggs and especially "eggs" were quite fragile, so that he was not quite sure if his "eggs" were not broken too, as painful as they had felt when walking. So he was very happy that they were still whole, because he had only learned in biology lessons that the testicles would produce the semen so that later on children could be made. But it was never said whether they were really as fragile as "eggs" and especially not that they were so extremely sensitive. So fortunately for him, the term "eggs" was not quite correct here.

He also didn't know if they were really broken, how and if a doctor could repair them, just as he had got the cast when he had the little accident on his bicycle and broke his right arm. Besides, he would have had to go to the doctor with his mother and tell her and the doctor what embarrassing things had happened to him. His mother would certainly have been very excited and would have seen him naked during the examination while the doctor was palpating or repairing his genitals. Probably he would have got a hard-on, which would have made him even more embarrassing in front of his mother, and maybe the doctor would have found out that he was playing around with it, thinking of Larissa. He wanted to avoid that at all costs.

When he thought of Larissa, he imagined that she was the doctor and would examine him. In doing so, he immediately got a hard-on again, which was also supported by the hard shower jet that drummed on his penis. So he took as usual his stiff penis in his right hand and started rubbing it with fast up and down movements while he held the image of Larissa as a doctor in his head. But already after a few movements he had to stop this action, because new pain impulses chased through his testicles, which were exposed to new vibrations and shocks by the fast movements. He was a bit frustrated about this, because for almost a whole week now he had not had the opportunity to do so, as his mother had been at home all the time and had forbidden him to lock any doors. Thus he was always exposed to the danger that his mother would burst into the bathroom to go to the toilet or to wash an apple. And she also insisted that his room door was always open, so that even from the living room, when she bent slightly backwards on the couch, she could look over to him to see that everything was alright and that he was in his bed. As this also meant that there was always a little light shining from the living room into his room and also directly onto his bed, he could not even do it there secretly under the blanket, as his mother could have looked over at any time and then caught him doing so. So he usually only had the 2 days of the week where she was on late shift and was not at home when he came home from school. While he thought about this situation in frustration and hoped that it would at least work out tomorrow, because his mother was on late shift again tomorrow, he remembered the words of Ralf, who had said to him before that he would certainly not be able to play around with himself today, while he thought about Larissa. He had heard this in the park, but at this time he did not understand what Ralf meant by it. As I said, he had not known until today how sensitive his testicles were, which Ralf must have known, otherwise he would not have kicked him in them and secondly he would have said that he would not be able to play with himself today. That had been quite mean of him, although he can't know that Mike could only use the two days of his mother's late shift for that. So he dried himself and put on some new leisure clothes.

After he had finished his homework quickly, he went down into the cellar where the old things of his father were standing. He had always tinkered with some technical stuff down there and his mother hadn't put it away yet, but she had forbidden him to go into the cellar. Since she wasn't there today, he sneaked into the cellar secretly to be closer to his father and he was also interested in all kinds of technical stuff. When he arrived downstairs, he looked at the various tools and small utensils that were still scattered around on his father's laboratory table. Some of them were still flashing and glowing, because his mother hadn't switched off the electricity in the basement until now. There was a strange cube with two blue LED strips on the side, then various pliers, pens, metal rods and all kinds of wires and cables, but they had no apparent purpose for him and could perhaps just be tools or components of a larger device. There was also a small test tube stand with several vials with a green glowing liquid in them at one corner of the desk. Next to it was a small wooden box that aroused his curiosity, so he carefully opened it to see what was inside. 

After he had lifted the lid, always expecting that he would unintentionally set some mechanism in motion, but nothing else happened, he found a kind of wristwatch with hands and a single button on the side, simply lying on a cloth. Interested, he took it out, turned it in his hands and examined it. He turned it over to see if there was anything engraved on the bottom, but he couldn't find anything that matched, maybe it was just his father's old watch, which immediately warmed his heart and he decided to keep this watch secretly for himself, another piece of his father that he could carry with him. He closed the box again and put the watch into his trouser pocket first and then he crept a little further through the cellar to look at other objects unknown to him. After some time he convinced himself that everything still looked the same as before, so that his mother would not notice that he was secretly back in his father's laboratory. Then he went up to his room and sat down at his desk. He took out the clock and examined it a little more closely. The time it showed was not correct and the dial also looked a bit different from a normal watch, as it only had a large minute hand and in the middle a tiny little hand that had a scale up to 36, which was a very unusual number for a watch and therefore it looked more like a stopwatch than a normal wristwatch. However, this watch had a normal brown leather strap, so you could wear it on your wrist like any other watch.

Curious if it would still work he pressed the small button on the side and the big pointer actually started to move slowly. But at the same time there was something else strange that he couldn't assign or recognize directly what it was. He took it only unconsciously, but ignored the strange feeling. He watched the big pointer for a while as it moved along its path, but nothing else happened and so he pressed the button on the side again to stop the pointer, which promptly did. Again he noticed that something was different again, but still couldn't assign it. To be sure that it was just a normal stopwatch, as he already knew it from his gym lessons, he pressed the button again and was satisfied that the large hand had jumped back to the middle and thus reset the clock. He put the clock on his desk and, despite the fact that it did not show the time, he was happy that he had found it and decided to carry it with him at all times so that he could continue to be close to his father.

He took a sip of water from the glass that was on his desk, put it down and thought about what he could do until his mother came home. He didn't want to go outside today, even though he spent more time at home anyway than playing with other children or schoolmates outside. And besides, he had his problems with other sports activities today anyway, which would cause possible new waves of pain in his testicles. So he picked up the watch again, bored, to play with it a little more and pressed the button on the side again. He lifted his head in bewilderment when he noticed what had changed and what he had only unconsciously noticed but then ignored. It was quiet, really quiet, and that was absolutely unusual, because just a moment ago the neighbour's dog had been barking at pedestrians passing outside his fence on the sidewalk, as it always does every day. He stood up, still with the clock in his left hand, and later out of the window. But outside he could not see the dog, which was probably in some corner and hidden in a bush in the neighbour's garden. There were also no vehicles or any passers-by on the sidewalk, which was also unusual, since there was no heavy traffic in front of the house, but it was rather unusual that no vehicle was driving along the street.

He spotted a white van that was simply standing on the road, but apparently hadn't even turned on the hazard lights. Probably wouldn't be long before the first vehicle behind it started honking. Still he wondered what had happened to the dog. He turned away from the window again and towards his desk and accidentally ripped the water glass off the table with his elbow, which made a slightly arching movement and then, to Mike's amazement, just floated to the side of his desk in an upturned position, just like the large stream of water that was already pouring out of it. Mike kept his mouth open. He had never seen anything like it before, but it fascinated him. Curious, he stuck his right index finger into the water floating in front of him and was again shocked to discover that as soon as he touched it, it moved very slowly around his fingers and, as it dripped down, froze in midair again. He pulled his finger back and tapped again carefully on another spot where only a few larger drops were hanging in the air. He approached slowly and carefully with his finger and when he was still about 5 to 7 cm away from the drop, it began to move slightly and continued to follow its flight path. The closer he came, the faster this movement became, but even when he touched the drop it was still slow enough for him to follow it with his eyes at rest.

So he reached for the glass, which also began to move further down as he approached it. He grabbed it boldly and held it firmly in his right hand. Fascinated, he lifted it up and in front of his eyes, while the poured water continued to hang in the air in front of him. He quickly recognized a physical effect behind it, that apparently all objects in his immediate vicinity had frozen in time while he was able to move freely and that he could set these objects in motion again within a very limited radius around him, even if only slower than in real time. After a short thought, the first thing he tried to do was to collect the water floating in the air again with the glass by swinging the glass through the air several times so that the water was absorbed by the glass. After he had collected almost all the water flying around, he carefully placed the glass back on the desk. Then he looked at his left hand, which was still holding his father's watch. He combined his own actions and the current situation in that apparently this clock and his pressing the button had frozen the time around him. The still busy moving big hand showed the elapsed time that had passed since the time had frozen for him. This was now almost five minutes, and the small hand with the scale up to 36 had already moved slightly. He pressed the button again so that the pointer stopped again and at the same moment he heard the barking and yapping of the dog from the neighbour again.

He turned to the window again and looked out and now saw the dog excitedly running past the fence again and again while the white van apparently just passed the fence. So it only looked as if this van was just standing on the roadway, since it had stopped time all around it. Immediately he was absolutely fascinated by this clock and took a closer look at it. He pressed the button on the side again and watched as the big hand made the jump back to zero. The small hand, however, remained in its slightly changed position and did not jump back. He dared a new experiment and pressed the button again. Immediately it became very quiet again, even though he could not detect any other changes. He grabbed one of the soft balls lying around on his table and threw it slightly towards his bed. The ball flew in an arc, but slowed down and slowed down, until finally it just got stuck in the air. He took another softball and threw it too, but this time with a little more momentum and as expected it flew a little further than the first one, but then it also got stuck in the air. He took a third and last ball and threw it towards the wall above his bed, but now with a lot of force and the ball flew in a high arc towards the wall, bounced there and slowed down until it also got stuck in the air. Fascinated Mike watched the three balls, which now floated in the air above his bed. Again he carefully approached the last ball with his hand and as soon as he had come close to the ball again by 5 to 7 cm, it began to move very slowly and continued its flight path.

He pressed the clock again and at the same moment the usual ambient noise level was back again and the three balls fell on his bed or the floor and rolled through the room. The whole action had lasted several minutes, so that again not only the big hand but also the small hand moved minimally. Mike pressed the reset button and again only the big pointer moved back to zero, while the small pointer stayed in its position. Interested, Mike turned the watch back and forth in his hands again to take a closer look at it and discovered two tiny indentations on the underside of the watch, evenly spaced at the bottom. He had seen something similar before and probably these were two contact points to charge the watch. So the small hand symbolized the maximum time of use until the batteries of this watch had to be recharged. He put the clock in the drawer of his desk and went down to the cellar again to have another look at the small box and his father's desk in the hope of finding some kind of charger. However, he could not find anything really interesting that resembled a charger. Then he suddenly heard the closing of the front door lock and quickly ran up the cellar stairs again and closed the cellar door behind him. His mother had come home earlier than he had expected and almost caught him in the forbidden cellar.

The rest of the evening was quiet and almost as usual. His mother cooked some more food, while he helped her in the kitchen with light hand movements. Then they ate together and cleaned up together and then they went to the couch in front of the TV in the living room, where they watched some documentary on TV together. Around 9 p.m. he got ready, went to his room and to bed, again slightly frustrated that he couldn't lay a hand on himself, despite the fact that he already had a hard-on again, after he thought about Larissa and his fantasy as a doctor in bed. Quickly he turned to the wall so that his mother wouldn't accidentally discover the bump in his blanket. After a short time he fell asleep.

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The next morning he woke up as usual with a stand and realized that he had been lying on his back, so that it had been clearly visible through the thin blanket. He heard his mother already working in the kitchen and hoped fervently that she had not yet looked into his room and seen him lying there. Quickly he got up and went into the bathroom where the stand was already slightly weakened and he could empty his bladder. When he briefly touched his testicles he noticed that they were still sensitive to it, but not as much as yesterday. So he was already looking forward to this afternoon after school, where his mother was on the late shift again. However, he also noticed that his testicles still appeared larger and thicker than usual and his scrotum had taken on a slightly bluish - slightly greenish colour, as if from a bruise on his thigh. He quickly brushed his teeth and dressed himself, again wearing one of the few panties with the Superman sign on the front that his father had given him. He just loved those panties. Then he put on thin, knee-length pants and a T-shirt, grabbed his school backpack and went into the kitchen. His mother had already put out the cornflakes and a bowl for him, as well as the milk, and was just getting herself ready for work, although she didn't leave until around noon. She greeted him and gave him a kiss and asked if they wouldn't like to go to the swimming pool together again tomorrow afternoon, especially since she doesn't have to work late tomorrow. He hadn't been to the swimming pool for a long time and therefore had nothing against this suggestion, and he also didn't want to refuse his mother this wish, because she simply liked to spend time together with him, especially since his father had died. He quickly ate his cornflakes, said goodbye and set off for school.

On the way to school he noticed that he still had to walk with his legs apart slightly and, unlike usual, with fast steps, because otherwise he felt a very unpleasant feeling of pressure in his testicles again. Arriving in class he went directly to his seat and prepared himself for the lessons, as usual with a lot of care and also put the finished homework on the table, which is why the other students usually called him a nerd. When he was just in the preparations, Larissa came into the class and went to her seat as usual, while he secretly watched her. She, however, did not notice him as usual and started a happy conversation with one of the other girls in his class.

The rest of the day went quietly and habitually as usual and in the big break he also sat alone with his tray at a table in the corner as usual, while the other students ignored him. While he ate his meal, he saw Larissa sitting two tables away with her friends, chatting and eating happily, and he is already looking forward to the next, last lesson for today and especially for the next lesson at home. He finally wanted to finish what he could not do yesterday. At the thought of it he immediately got a hard-on again and his testicles started to hurt very easily and frightened he covered his loose T-shirt slightly over it and hoped that nobody around had observed this. It was simply necessary again and about time, because thinking only about Larissa for a week and not being able to do anything made him crazy and he got a hard-on again and again in the least desired moments. While he cleared his tray together and went straight to the dish return station, he saw Ralf in the dining room, which was rather untypical for him. Normally he spent the big break somewhere in the schoolyard with his mates and threatened or harassed any of the students outside. Ralf I sat down for a moment and discovered Larissa sitting at the table, whom he approached determinedly. Luckily he hadn't discovered Mike, who now watched how Ralf leaned slightly over to Larissa and said something. Larissa's facial expression darkened a little. She turned to Ralf, who then said something else and Larissa nodded to him. Her friends, who were sitting nearby and had possibly heard what Ralf had said to Larissa, sometimes made a frightened, sometimes amused face. Mike quickly left the dining room and went back to class.

When the break was over, the other students came back into the classroom and some of the girls looked at him strangely, where they would not even acknowledge him with their looks. Also Ralf came back from the break, looked over to him and grinned at him while he winked maliciously with his right eye. Then he went to his seat with a grin and sat down, too. Mike feared the worst, namely that Ralf had told his Larissa earlier, what had slipped out of his mouth by mistake yesterday in the park, namely that he was in love with her and that she was his fantasy with which he was secretly playing around with himself. He was afraid that Larissa would be really angry and disappointed by him and so he missed his chance to win her as his girlfriend some day. But when Larissa came into the classroom, her eyes waved around until he was in her field of vision. She came straight towards him and he would have loved to get under the table, but to his surprise she put on a light smile and looked at him friendly, while she came up to his table. There she stopped, bent down slightly towards him and said with a lovely smile on her face, "So you like me? I did not know that at all. That's sweet of you." Mike turned bright red in his face and only made stuttering noises, but Larissa added "Maybe we can talk after class somewhere quiet? "Mike just nodded confusedly and said nothing about it. "Why don't we just meet in the gym after class, okay? Then you'll get what you deserve," Larissa said while she continued to smile mysteriously and winked again before she went back to her seat.

Mike was absolutely confused. Could it be that Larissa liked him after all and he had been wrong about her? Maybe she felt similar to him after all and had never dared to say anything? Perhaps she loved him and wanted to tell him afterwards and perhaps give him a kiss? A kiss! His heart jumped a little higher at the thought of it and for the whole lesson he was relatively unfocused and could hardly wait for the end of the lesson...

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to be continued...