Dennis the Menace - Part 1a

Author: Stefan1984
Title: Dennis the Menace - Part 1a
Date: 30 May 2015

Dennis the Menace

The following story was written by the artist ManOfSteel on Renderotica.com. It was originally created to accompany a set of pictures which where posted in June/July 2003. It is now posted here with the permission of the artist. ManOfSteel can be contacted via e-Mail under krypton@comcast.net.

Part 1

“You don’t remember me, do you?”
“Should I?”
“Well,” said Dennis, “I suppose you’ve terrorized a couple of hundred geeks like me when you were in high school. You thought you were God’s gift, didn’t you?”
David just glared up at him. He pulled again at the restraints around his wrists.
“That won’t do any good,” Dennis said, smiling. “Those are hospital restraints, the kind they use in psych wards. The toughest leather around.”
David twisted his wrists. The padding on the restraints slid smoothly across his skin, but he could not slip his hands from the leather shackles.
Dennis continued, a forlorn and frustrated look on his face. “I used to walk way up to Hillside Road after school so I could look down at the football field and watch you.”
David just glared at him, but this time puzzled.
“I’d wait and wait and wait for you to take your shirt off.”
David studied the young man’s face.
“And then I’d imagine what it would be like...what it would be like to touch you, and explore your body, but I knew that I never could…that I shouldn’t even be looking. Do you remember what you did to me on the front steps while I was eating my lunch?”
“I never did anything to you,” he growled.
“Oh yes you did. You and my sister were coming down the stairs. I don’t suppose you remember her. You probably had every girl in our class, didn’t you?”
No answer.
“She was so excited when you started talking to her and when you asked her out she felt so special, like she was just as pretty as the popular girls. But you don’t remember. Do you?”
“How could I possibly remember if you don’t tell me who you are?”
“Do you remember Jennifer Hudson?”
“Jennifer,” he murmured.
“She wanted to go to the Halloween party with you, but I believe that was the night you stayed at home with her and finally got into her pants. Which is all you wanted in the first place.”
“Jennifer,” he said. “Yes. I do remember.”
“Do you remember her little brother? You won’t remember my name.”
David gasped. “You mean...you?” He smiled and almost laughed. “You’re, uh...”
Dennis scoffed. “I knew it. You don’t even—“
“Midget,” said David. “You’re Midget?”
Now it was Dennis who glared at David. “Yeah. I’m Midget. Everybody else called me Dennis except—“
“Dennis! That’s—“
“It’s too late now, David.”
David smiled. “Aww Mid—I mean, Dennis, come on. That was years ago. We were teenagers. You can’t still be...You can’t....” He sighed. “Aw, come on guy. Don’t take this too seriously. We were...I was...I was just being a jerk, you know? Sometimes I’m just a jerk. I admit it. I was never laughing at you, trust me. When I make a fool of myself, I just laugh…at myself. If I had known that you thought I was being--”
“You flash that smile and you get whatever you want, don’t you? Well, not this time. This time I’m finally going to get what I want. All those times you walked around with your shirt off. All those times you teased me and my friends.”
“Dennis, they didn’t have a uniform big enough for me! They had to order one. That’s why I just wore shorts and stayed on the sidelines most—“
“Oh? And the tight little lace up shorts?”
He sighed. And he blushed. “They were…they were the only things…comfortable. Do you understand what I mean?”
“You loved it all, didn’t you?”
“I could loosen the laces. I could make them more comfortable for me. Do you understand? I’m a big guy. I can’t change that. Sometimes I wish I could! And remember how hot it would get in the afternoon? We all took our shirts off sometimes. Honest. I never teased—“
“Shut up! Ya hear? Shut up! You did! You...you...you’d strip right in front of me. In the locker room. Right next to me, even though your locker was clear across the room!”
“Now there’s a reason—“
“And...and...and you used to...I remember you used to tease Anthony. And Alan. And me. Like the time you spilled the jelly all over your hands and you asked Anthony to help you wipe if off your pants. Your crotch specifically. And you had that shit-faced grin on your face because you knew he was too shy to say no or walk away. Do you remember that? Huh? ‘Aw come on man I just want to be your friend help me out here’. Do you remember that? You’d just stand there and pose. You knew you were good looking, didn’t you? You knew it was torture for us to look and not have but it was even worse to be caught looking so what would you do? Bend over. Scratch your chest. Adjust your jockstrap. Scratch the back of your head and flex your bicep.” Story Image