Destroyed
By Dennis: Part 1
by redhead3710
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It
all began on one summer day when I was 19 and in my last year of
school.
Back then I had a best buddy named Tom, who went to school with
me and was of my age, and who had a brother, Dennis, who was 17
years old. Tom really was a good guy and we came along together
pretty well, but I could not stand his brother and often asked myself
how brothers can be so different. Tom was a nice, gentle guy who
was friendly to everybody he knew, Dennis a selfish, arrogant prick
that liked picking on people for no good reason and, having his
looks and knowing it, popular with the girls, who seemed to find
his toughness attractive. Often Tom would stand up for people Dennis
was picking on, and they would have quarrels. When I saw this, I
always thought Dennis was an idiot, that needed to be thought a
lesson.
One day after school when Tom was sick, his brother waited for me
in front of the school gate. 'Hey Steve', he said. I kind of didn't
like the idea, that he wanted to talk to me and didn't stop my walk,
while saying 'Sorry Dennis, no time. A friend of my is gonna visit
me at my place in a few minutes.', but he followed me and said 'That's
no problem, I'm not gonna stay at your place for long.'. As I looked
at him a little puzzled he kind of grinned and explained 'You know
my brother is sick, and he asked me to go over to your place and
borrow a book of yours for a homework he has to write.'. 'Which
one?' I asked. 'That one about great Britain and world war two.'
'OK, come with me, I'll give it to you' I said, as I knew Tom wrote
a paper on Winston Churchill and I had at least two books that partly
covered this topic.
On the ten minutes walk to my parents house we didn't talk a word.
I kind of felt uncomfortable having this bully, who I despised with
all my senses at my home, and I knew exactly that he also despised
me, because I wasn't a mindless self-centered idiot like himself.
That I just lied to him about a friend coming for a visit, and the
fact that my parents weren't at home didn't help to make me feel
better either, but not helping Tom was not an option.
As he walked next to me, I could not help but recognize the shape
of his body. He did not have like weight-lifter muscles, but was
of average height just like me, maybe 1.80, slim and athletic with
well defined muscles on arms and legs and, as far as I could see
from a glimpse, on his chest too. Tanned skin, short, brown hair
and dark eyes. I could understand why he the girls liked his appearance.
As it was a hot summer day, he was barefoot and wearing flip-flops,
and I realized that he hobbled a little bit while walking.
'OK, here we are. Wait a second, I'll go upstairs and look for the
book.' I said. I figured, that letting him wait outside was the
first step for getting rid of him as quickly as possible, but he
made clear that it wouldn't work out. 'Aaw man, can't you let me
in for just a second? I hurt my ankle yesterday playing basketball
and it would be great to sit down for a second.' I was annoyed by
his forwardness, but simply saying 'No.' wasn't an option I seriously
considered. 'OK. Sit down in the living room, I'll be right back.'
I said, closed the door behind him and went to my room. I looked
for the two books I wanted to give him, found them and left my room
again. 'Now get him out of here as quickly as possible...' I thought,
and realized that this scenario really made me feel uneasy.
As I entered the living room, Dennis was sitting on the couch, his
flip-flopped feet on the table and a glass of cola in his hand.
I must have looked pretty stupid, as I stared at him, the books
in my hand. 'Sorry man, but my ankle hurts so bad I just had to
ease the pressure on it a little. And as I got thirsty, I thought
it would surely be no problem if I went to the fridge and got me
a drink. You know, it's awfully hot in here. Don't you guys have
an air conditioning, Steve?' he said, leaned his upper body forward
in my direction and grinned.
As I could see now, he really must have sweated a lot, for his back
left a wet patch on the couch. I was totally startled by his arrogance,
and the boldness with which he simply invaded my home, got himself
a drink and left his sweat on my furniture with absolute casualness.
'You... My name is Steve, not Steve! And you get up now, finish
your drink, take the books and get out of here, now!' I said, trying
to sound assertive and self-assured, but my words sounded weak,
even in my ears.
Dennis just leaned back, confidently looking at me and said 'Relax,
man. I can't go home with pain in my ankle. I could slip and break
my leg, and we don't want that, do we? Because than I would feel
bad, my brother wouldn't get his books and write a bad paper which
would make him feel bad too. And all of this because you had a little
temper you could not control. That's very impolite, you know?' With
this he took the TV remote and started zapping through the channels,
while I stood there like an idiot, desperately looking for strong
words. 'This can't be true!' I thought. 'He has no right to be here
at all and he is two years younger than you! Now find your balls,
and make him leave!!', so I took all my confidence, walked over
and threw the books in his lap. 'Get up. My buddy will be coming
every second, and when he is here I don't want him to come in and
see you sitting here with your stinking feet on the table. So get
out the f**k now!' I yelled, nearly losing control over my voice,
but Dennis didn't seem to be too impressed. He turned his head towards
me and looked me straight in the eyes. 'Listen, little buddy. I
am exhausted, and I need a few minutes of rest, and you bitch and
scream at me like a stupid brat wanting his candy. I am not going
to leave right now just because you burst in tears otherwise, so
you better SHUT UP now and treat me with proper respect!' I could
not believe what was happening and I could not believe that I didn't
find the right words to set some limits. I shifted my gaze downwards,
feeling helpless and shocked by the severe tongue-lashing I just
received from this younger boy.
'Hahahaha, that's the right place to look at. Why don't you just
sit down on the floor next to the couch, Steve?' he chuckled. 'My
name is not St...' I said, but he cut me off 'Oh, maybe you can
get me a drink before you make yourself comfortable. Remember my
friend, the quicker I am refreshed, the quicker I am going to leave
again.' I was close to panicking now. The way he called me MY friend,
made me feel horrible, as if he did not want to express that I was
his friend, but that I BELONGED to him now... Feeling numb all over
I went to the fridge and got Dennis a coke. 'Good.' he said. 'Now
do me another favour, will you. My feet need more fresh air, and
I don't want to move right now. Get next to the table and take my
flip-flops of.'
I still was shocked by the strangeness of the situation. I knew
if I did this, I would give in to him completely and lose the last
rest of control I had. 'No.' I said weakly. 'What was that?' he
replied and looked at me, and my courage sank. 'I..I...you really
should leave now. I have work to do and...' 'Now stop whining around,
and loosen my shoes, you little fucker. You owe me to do this, after
all you have treated me very impolitely and have to make some amends,
don't you think?' In a last, desperate effort I tried to break his
control over the situation. 'I am not going to touch your stinking
feet. And now you are going to leave!' With this I grabbed his right
arm. He looked at me and met my gaze. 'Be careful, little buddy.
I have let go your impotencies until now, but if you go on like
this, I will have to teach you a lesson in respect that you are
never going to forget.'
I was frightened by his words, but did not want to give up so easily.
I held on to his arm and tried to pull him off the couch, and felt
his upper arm muscles grow and become hard as he resisted without
any effort. 'Better think about this real good, you're starting
to upset me, stupid boy. But I will let it go if you give me a convincing
apology, little buddy.' While saying this he moved his feet and
kicked his flip-flops off, so that they flew through the living
room, all the while looking straight into my eyes. 'Aaaaah yes,
that feels so much better. See? I didn't even need you to get rid
of my shoes. So maybe I don't have any use for you after all?'
As he said this I lost it.
I pulled his arm with all the power I had and tried to grab his
hair with my left, screaming 'Now you're going to...'. I didn't
get any further. All of a sudden he was on his feet, easily shook
my hand of by making a quick circle with the arm I was holding on
and rammed the palm of his hand against the middle of my upper body.
'That bastard tricked me! His ankle is all right!' I thought, as
I stumbled backwards fighting to catch my breath. 'What, huh? What
are you going to do to me now, little buddy? Hahaha...' With this
he stepped forward and delivered a roundhouse kick to my face in
one elegant, fluent movement. He was so quick that I didn't see
it coming. All I felt was a sudden burst of smelly, vinegary air
before the sweaty ball of his foot connected with my cheekbone and
sent me tripping to the side. The pain was terrible and I swept
up my arms in shock to protect my face from the next attack.
Dennis showed no mercy and fired a straight kick right into my unprotected
stomach which pressed all the air out of my body and I doubled over
in pain, letting a weak, pitiful 'Ooooooooohhh...' come over my
lips. I wanted to signal him that it was over, that I was finished
and he won, that he should please stop kicking me, but I couldn't
speak or move the slightest muscle. I was done, and we both knew
it. As I stood there, bent over trying to fight the urge just to
fall down to the ground I was on eye-level with his shorts. Without
a hurry my superior opponent led his left hand between his legs
and scratched his balls, before he put it under my chin and forced
my head upwards to look into his eyes. I wanted to avoid his gaze,
but I just couldn't. His beautiful dark eyes locked with mine as
he put a confident smirk on his face and raised his right fist.
He held it there for a moment, as I prepared for the pain that was
coming for me.
The message was clear. 'You tried to fight me, and therefore you
deserve punishment. I'm going to finish you now, and there is nothing
you can do to stop me, weakling.' He let it sink in a little, enjoying
the power he had over me. Than his fist flew in my direction and
painfully connected with my chin. My vision blurred as I dropped
to my knees and then fell over on the ground in a barely conscious,
zombie-like state, looking pathetic with my eyes and mouth wide
open, absolutely unable to move. All I perceived was Dennis chuckling
above me and one of his feet in the sight of my vision, standing
next to my head. 'Haha, that was fun, don't you think?' I felt like
crying. I wanted to sink into the ground and stay there forever.
'I'm going to get myself another drink. You stay right where you
are, I'm not done with you yet, loser.'
With this he walked away, leaving me alone with my humiliation.
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