Brock Anderson Kasai. John Kasai's friend turned lover turned husband. With the life John lived, you would think John would stay single forever and not get into a long-term relationship. But John didn't want that. He wanted to find a romantic soulmate; someone he could spend the rest of his life with. Someone he could sleep with, cuddle with, talk about his problems with, hang out with, and love dearly. And that person turned out to be Brock.
But it wasn't an easy journey for either man, particularly Brock.
Brock didn't grow up with the same problems as John. He lived in New York and was born into a wealthy family with parents who gave him constant love. They taught him to be humble, not believe his wealthy status made him superior to everyone else, and prevented him from becoming a spoiled, entitled brat. The problems for Brock didn't start until his teenage years.
While John spent his teenage years in the Foot Clan, Brock spent his in an American high school, hiding a secret from everyone he knew. When he was 14, Brock came to the realization that he was gay. Girls did nothing for him, and he always found guys more attractive. Unfortunately for Brock, this was during the '90s, when being openly gay was social suicide, so he was forced to stay in the closet.
On top of that, Brock got a massive growth spurt, which affected his height and mass. He went from looking average to towering over most people. Not to mention, his muscles grew rapidly thanks to the growth spurt, being active, working out, and having the appetite of Goku and Shaggy. So, he was both tall and wide, which earned him a lot of unwanted attention.
When he was 15, he made the drastic decision to shave his head and be bald just because. Naturally, people assumed he had cancer, which he had to debunk, but even with that annoyance, he didn't regret losing his hair.
But the worst high school moment for Brock happened in his junior year, right before prom. For weeks, he noticed a popular girl, Jennifer, giving him attention and always wanting to be near him. Brock knew she was attracted to him, but he wasn't attracted to her, which made things horribly awkward for him. But the worst was yet to come. A week before prom, Jennifer asked him out to prom in the middle of the hallway, in front of everyone. This put Brock in an unwinnable situation. He didn't want to break her heart, but he didn't want to pretend to be someone he wasn't. And what he did that day scarred him.
He rejected her. The shocked looks of everyone around him and the broken look on Jennifer's face were visuals he would never forget. After that day, he became a pariah, and for the rest of high school, he was a loner and an outcast.
After high school, Brock was deep in the closet and did everything he could to distract himself. He went to college and spent all his time on his studies instead of thinking about romance or meeting new friends. When 9/11 happened, he had the urge to do something good for his country and chose to join the military and go to Afghanistan, to the shock of his parents.
His size, strength, quickness, and ability to adapt to any situation made him an easy pick and from 2002 to 2006, he was overseas, fighting in a war with his military squad. After his rough time in high school, he felt more comfortable in the military, as he made legitimate friendships with his squad mates. He even came out to a few of them after holding it in for so long and to his surprise, they were fine with him being gay.
The one negative he found about the military was the war itself. Having to use a gun to kill other human beings, even if it was out of self-defense, made Brock feel ill. Seeing his squad mates get shot, killed, or blown up did some serious psychological damage to him, resulting in him getting PTSD. Thankfully, his case wasn't severe, but it made him never want to touch first-person shooter games again since they would trigger flashbacks.
Brock's time in the military came to an end in 2006, when he was honorably discharged after suffering an injury, via a bullet to the hip. When he came back home, he had an argument with his parents that led to him coming out as gay to them. He was afraid for the longest time that they would disown him for not being 'normal', but to his internal joy, they loved and accepted him.
For the next few months, Brock healed up and was stuck, as he didn't really know what to do with his life. He allowed himself to be a couch potato until he was ready for the next step. And that meant spending all day in his white briefs watching TV, reading novels, and thinking about his future.
And in March of 2007, on a random day at the local supermarket, he happened to accidentally bump into someone while waiting in line. Someone who wore a black hoodie with a red Slipknot logo on it and black pants with red stripes.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to." said Brock.
"It's no problem, man, and…wow." John said he took a good long look at Brock. He was impressed and turned on by Brock's size, he was the perfect mix of tall and wide. He had to know more about him.
But John realized that he was staring at Brock for too long and awkwardly said, "Sorry about that. I've never seen someone so big before."
"It's cool. I've gotten that before because…well, look at me." said Brock.
"I'm John, by the way." said John.
"Brock." said Brock.
After paying for their things, John asked, "You want to grab a table and talk? As long as you're not busy."
"Yeah, I'd like that." said Brock.
The two then went to a table, sat down, and had a nice long conversation with each other. Neither wanted to reveal their secrets so they had to talk about other things, like John's time in Japan and Brock's time in the military. Both enjoyed each other's company and quickly became friends. They gave each other their phone numbers and they began to hang out when they were free to do so.
While John was doing Foot Elite work, Brock managed to get himself a job at an insurance company. Although it was far from the greatest job in the world, it did give him something to do that wasn't too strenuous. Plus, his boss was really nice, and he even allowed Brock to be barefoot in the office, which Brock appreciated since he was not a fan of shoes.
The two would work and hang out every few weeks and it was a routine the two had until December 2007. The two would have a private dinner, which John paid for, and in the process, reveal their dirty laundry to each other. Brock went first.
"Um, John. We've been friends for a while and…what I'm about to tell you is something I keep private. Something that barely anyone knows about besides a few of my military buddies." said Brock.
"Okay. I'm ready to hear it." said John.
"Okay." Brock deep a deep breath and said, "I'm gay."
John looked at Brock for a few seconds and Brock was worried he just killed a great friendship.
"You're gay?" asked John.
"Yeah, ever since high school." said Brock.
"Wow. That's great!" said John.
"How is that great?" asked Brock.
"It's great because I'm not straight either." said John.
"You're…you're not?" asked a surprised Brock.
"Nope. I'm pansexual. When it comes to attraction, gender is not on my mind." said John.
Like Brock, John realized he wasn't straight when he was in his late teens. He didn't really give the subject much thought, as he was 100% focused on the Foot Clan. And unlike Brock, who didn't really want to tell anyone about his sexual orientation, John chose to tell his fellow Foot Elite members about his non-straightness. It was awkward but they were all accepting.
And for roughly 10 years, John had 6 sexual interactions (4 one-night stands and 2 actual relationships). His relationships were with women, while he experimented with males. He slept with a rival ninja who was sent to kill him, a large friendly Scottish man, a mutant wolfman, and a trans man. These experiences made John realize he preferred men, and he decided that if he were to get into a relationship again, it would be with a man. And it seemed like that man was going to be Brock.
"And before you ask, yes, I'm attracted to you. I've always been attracted to you. Not just because of your perfect body, but also your character. You're the type of person that's been missing in my life. You can see the best in people, you're compassionate, you're caring, you're strong, you're smart, you're positive, and you make life better by existing. If you ask me, you're the perfect human." said John.
Brock chuckled before saying, "I don't know if I would say perfect, but I really appreciate it. And yeah, I've been attracted to you since day one because…well, you're hot."
"I am well aware of that fact." said John.
"But you're also loyal, fun, interesting, caring, talented, and just straight-up awesome. I've never met anyone like you in my life. You're one of a kind and I love you for that." said Brock.
"Thanks man. So, you want to be boyfriends?" asked John.
"Yeah. I've never had a romantic partner before, but I would really like that." said Brock.
A few weeks passed and John explained his job and his status as a mutant to Brock because Brock deserved to know the truth. And to John's surprise, Brock wasn't mad. He was completely okay with his Foot Elite work, even if he wasn't a fan of the murdering part, and he was more than okay with his mutant status. To Brock, John's powers made him cooler and even more unique, so that was never going to be a problem for him. Not to mention, Brock's jaw was on the floor when he found out about the money John had in his bank account. The dude was a super elite when it came to wealth and only the Foot Elite knew about it. When he asked John about how he made the money, John gave a simple response.
"I kill asshole rich people and take their money." said John.
Again, Brock didn't like murdering, but considering the type of people John murdered, he let it slide.
After learning more facts and secrets about each other, like how John liked to smoke marijuana and how Brock was more comfortable without clothes, things got serious. The two moved in together in a New York apartment and despite their busy schedules, they made sure to make each other their first priority. But eventually, the big part had to happen. The big part pretty much every relationship had.
Sex.
While John had plenty of experience in that department, Brock didn't. At 28 years old, Brock was still a virgin, something that embarrassed him deeply. Most people his age had families or at least had one experience in the bedroom while he had none. Thankfully, John wasn't judgmental, and he was willing to go slow and steady with him. But before they could do anything, they had to decide who would be the top and who would be the bottom. Brock chose to be the bottom, since he was afraid he would hurt John if he was the top, due to his large size. Once John gave him a full rundown on sex and being a bottom, he was ready. Both men made sure to wear condoms because neither was about to take any risks.
And then they did it.
As expected, the first time was rough. For Brock, it did hurt to have something enter his hole. But after a few times, it no longer became a problem and Brock did find enjoyment when it came to being a bottom.
And for the next few years, things were great. The two worked their jobs, had date nights, had passionate sex, played video games, and even tried new things. For John, Brock convinced him to go to a nudist resort with him and while John was initially uncomfortable, he had a blast and the two made it a yearly tradition.
In 2011, after nearly 4 years of being together, the two decided to tie the knot and get married. They had a private ceremony (neither were big on extravagant weddings) that was attended by Brock's family. John could've invited his Foot Elite brothers, but he was adamant about keeping his personal life and his work life separate.
But in 2012, that would change.
On September 30th, 2012, John had an off day, which meant he could relax and watch TV. Brock was at work, and he wouldn't be home until after 6 pm, so John thought he was going to spend most of the day by himself. So, it was a shock to see Brock come home at 2 pm and aggressively shut the door.
"Hey babe, you're home early." said John.
"Yeah, um…I…I got fired." said Brock.
"WHAT?! What happened?" asked John.
Brock said, "Got into a screaming match with the new boss. I wasn't a fan of his recent decisions and wanted to let him know my thoughts. The man refused to take any criticism and tried to label me as a bad employee, even though I'm anything but.", while taking off his work clothes.
"What was the tipping point?" asked John.
"I called him out on his masculinity issues, how he has to be the 'big man', even though he's less than half my size. He took great offense to that, and he fired me on the spot. He then had to throw some jabs about me being gay and being married to you, just to spite me." said Brock.
"What did you do about it?" asked John.
"I made him flinch with a punch and then I told him, 'A real man would've taken that punch', and left." said Brock, who was now in just his white briefs.
"Nice." said John.
"Yeah, I liked that job, but once the old boss was replaced that douchebag, it was only a matter of time before shit hit the fan." Brock said before sitting on the couch.
"So, what's the plan now? Are you going to find another job soon?" asked John.
"Yeah, about that. I've been thinking this through for a while. I thought of all the pros and cons with it, and I've determined that would be the ideal next step for me." said Brock.
"Okay, I'm listening." said John.
"John, I…I want to join the Foot Elite." said Brock.
"Woah. Woah. Woah. Hold on a second. You want to join my special group in the Foot Clan?" asked John.
"Yeah, man. Listen, I've put a lot of thought into this. I can be a serious asset for the group." said Brock.
"Brock, I'm not saying you're unqualified to be in the Foot Elite. You definitely have the right credentials for it. But, Brock, you know I don't want my personal life to clash with my professional life." said John.
"I know. And I know this is going to sound petty, but I'm kind of jealous of your job. I mean you get to have adventures, explore the world, stop the worst people on planet Earth, and hang out with your bros. It sounds like the best job on the planet. Meanwhile, I was stuck in an office, which isn't the worst, but it just made me pine for more, you know?" said Brock.
"I get that Brock. I really do, but the Foot Clan life isn't an easy one. It's not all sunshine and rainbows. You can get seriously hurt. You know all the injuries I've suffered throughout my time in the Foot. Hell, I nearly died. If it wasn't for that mutagen, I would be in the fucking grave. I mean…is this the type of job you want?" said John.
"Honestly, I would only want this job if you were involved. If you weren't, I wouldn't do it. Plus, wouldn't it be great for us to spend more time together?" asked Brock.
"It would be great but…are you sure you want to join the Foot Elite, knowing all the potential consequences?" asked John.
"Yes." said Brock.
"Are you positive?" asked John.
"100%." said Brock.
John sighed before saying, "Okay, if that's what you want to do, I won't stop you. I'll have to set up a meeting between you and Shredder and that means we'll have to go to Japan."
"That's fine with me. I really wanted to go there again. It's been too long." said Brock.
"It's only been a year." said John.
"Still too long." said Brock.
Suddenly, John's phone started ringing. It was Shredder. Confused, John answered the phone.
From Brock's perspective, all he heard from the call was, "Master Shredder, I didn't expect a call from you, I…wait, what? Really? When? This week? But why though? What happened? Oh…okay. I'll be there when you arrive. Goodbye."
John hung up and Brock asked, "What was that about?"
"Ummm…well, the good news is that the Japan trip won't be necessary." said John.
"Why?" asked Brock.
"Because Shredder's relocating the Foot Clan here. In New York." said John.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I know it's been 3 months since I last updated this story, and I have my reasons. I was sidetracked with a bunch of other stories, stories I wanted to work on before coming back to this one. Not to mention, school has been killing me the past two weeks, which is why I haven't updated anything in that time. But I have been chipping away at this chapter for a while and I'm glad it's done now. The next chapter will be Brock's initiation into the Foot Elite and the group will know why Shredder relocated the Clan to New York. In addition, although updates will likely be slow, I will work on current and future stories whenever I can, so stay tuned. Other than that, I hope you all have a wonderful day. Bye for now and stay safe.