AN: Hello to all of my devoted fans! I've decided to take a hiatus on the cat story, or, maybe i'll write both at the same time! Who knows...

About a month ago, I had a flash of an idea that was quickly scribbled on a napkin and was found a month later during the process of washing my clothes. So I've decided to pursue this wet napkin dream and write it to the best of my ability.

On top of all that I am in my second semester of college so…. That's exciting!

I'm sorry if I'm not very consistent with my posts, between practice, classes, and another story... I might not post this one very much. But who knows, i might just spam this one :)

One thing that I would love from you all, the readers, would be to review this story. Unlike the cat story, which didn't have a lot of reviews…

Anyway let's go!


Picture this:

Me, the young Henry Bragg, beating the shit out of my pervert sophomore gym teacher for whipping it out in the girls locker room in front of my young, underaged, and admittedly attractive female classmate.

This is what happened…

I was currently changing after a dodgeball game that I couldn't participate in because I was "too big" and I had "to give the other kids a chance." That's fine by me, I had to train after school anyways. My school day was over after Gym class, all that was left was to board the bus home and destress during the ride.

So, I was walking out of the empty boys locker room, which was directly adjacent from the girls locker room. The halls were unsurprisingly empty, everyone was either gone or waiting for the bus.

As I was walking away I vividly heard: "OH MY GAWD! MR. NOSTRAND WHAT THE HELL!" Followed by the sound of squeaking shoes speeding in my direction.

The door to the girls locker room was kicked open by my beautiful dark haired classmate Cindy. Her eyes landed on me before she was violently jerked back in by a large arm with a balloon hand and sausage fingers.

"Henry!" she shouted at the closing door as she was being dragged away by the fat and hairy arm of Mr. Nostrand.

My legs moved before I could respond, kicking in the door to the girls locker room with a foreign power the way the hinges did not physically allow, causing the door to fly away and skid across the floor and finally coming to rest on the wall that was thirty feet away.

I froze with awe… of myself! That was so cool!

I turned my head to the fat rapist and the young victim, but they were both staring at me with jaws on the floor. Mr Nostrand was still gripping Cindy's arm tightly while she had tears in her eyes. Red began to fill my vision and all I could see was that pervert's face.

I blinked and suddenly I was rapidly punching Mr. Nostrand's face as he was against a locker. After about five punches, I noticed that he was looking bigger and bulkier… and one eyed.

After another three punches, the back of his head bouncing off the locker violently, he dropped like a sack of potatoes. As my breath returned to me and my vision cleared up, his face looked like it was covered in gold glitter paint. My hands also looked like they were dipped in a bowl of melted cheese.

"Holy shit, thank you so much Henry!" Cindy swiftly exclaimed in my ear as she tackled me in a huge embrace while crying into my shoulder aggressively.

"Hey Cindy do you see what he looks like?" I asked the sobbing teen as I pointed towards the bloodied and beaten one-eyed Mr. Nostrand. My finger covered in golden blood from my gym teacher's face.

"Yeah he looks like a swollen and bloody bruise, no thanks to you slugger." she said meekly and semi flirtily.

"I know that but does he look strange to you?" I questioned

"I mean for a man his size he looks kinda on the small side." she observed looking at his naked lower body which I just now saw.

"Ew gross Cindy." I returned, but not before involuntarily glancing down at the aforementioned appendage. Before this Cindy and I haven't interacted, but apparently we knew each other's names, so I guess you could say we knew of each other. So standing in the middle of the girls locker room while she was crying into my shirt was a little awkward.

"We gotta get out of here Cindy." I whispered to her as I directed her to the open door way of the locker room. She stayed with me all the way to the back of my bus, and even then she hurried and sat in the window seat and looked up at me. Cindy patted the aisle seat next to her, and after grunting to myself I plopped down in the seat and spaced out.

Did Mr. Nostrand always have one eye? Was he always a perverted gym teacher? Why did he bleed gold? Is he still ALIVE?

The bus jerked to a stop as the driver exclaimed "BRAGG!"

I snapped awake and I grabbed my bag, swiftly exiting the bus. Once both my feet were on the pavement I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

What is going on today?

"Well this is awkward." said a dark haired girl standing to my left.

Visibly I flinched, she scared the shit out of me.

"Cindy! What are you doing?" I hissed aggressively

The girl in question looked up at me with surprise. Did she expect me to be okay with her following me around?

"Whatever I have training to do Cindy, I don't care if you follow me or not. Okay?" I put forth as I started to walk in the direction of my gym.

At this point in the day, I was usually by myself and full of pent up aggression from dealing with my asshole gym teacher, Mr. Nostrand. Who I just beat the human face off of.

When I say training, I mean boxing. Which, I found out I was proficient in at the tender age of thirteen. I was walking home from school to my jerk foster parents' apartment in New York one day, when I walked past a brick building with the doors open. The sounds coming out of it were hands hitting bags and men grunting while other smaller voices coached them.

From a very young age, I had a strange desire to conquer individuals that were bigger and stronger than I was. I recognized this as an opportunity to channel my natural aggression and rage into something that would help me in that endeavor.

I entered the gym and beheld the scene in front of me. Sweaty men punching different bags of different sizes, and older men coaching them. I walked to the closest guy to me, which was a huge and intimidating gentleman laying waste to an even bigger bag. His eyes filled with rage and fire, like I think I actually saw fire. He was muttering something about afros and estus, but he was between breaths so I couldn't really understand him.

"Hey! You!" I called out to him loudly to get his attention.

The large man spun around to the sound of my voice, his face the color of a tomato and sweat rolling off him like waves rolling up the shore. His eyes were filled with even more fire than before.

"Who dares dis-" He started loudly but abruptly stopped when he saw me staring at him with my best scary face on and my arms crossed.

"Teach me." Were the words I vocalized to him harshly.

He bent down and looked me in my thirteen year old eyes. The fire in his eyes was replaced with a warm look followed by what I now realize was the gaze of opportunity. It was as if he had learned something in those few seconds.

"My name is Are- I mean Henr- I mean...fuck." he stated with difficulty and then he proceeded to slap himself on the forehead.

"My name is Henry too! Now teach me Henry!" I demanded from the hulk of a man impatiently, my thirteen year old mind slowly growing more and more rage filled as the interaction continued.

Fast forward three years and now Henry teaches me boxing everyday. After that interaction I went home to find the place surrounded by cops and to this day I still don't know exactly what happened.

Henry happened to be jogging past and asked what happened with obvious fake concern, I told him I didn't know and after that he immediately scooped me up and adopted me. I've been living with him ever since after my foster parents "mysteriously disappeared."

It's like living with a personal dietitian, trainer, and dad all in one oversized human, and I love it! Even though we lived in a shit hole I still prefered it over my jerk foster parents.

Ever since that day he has been training me to box people bigger than me. A year later, I told him about my instincts to dominate and conquer. It went something like this:

"Hey Henry… I've been having… urges…" I admitted to the bigger Henry.

"What do you mean Junior?" Henry used his nickname for me to avoid confusion. Because both our names were Henry.

"Well… you see… I've had these instincts that have always been with me…" I stammered out.

Henry was looking a bit more excited than he should after having a growing boy tell him that he has had urges.

"Go on." He said with baited breath for some reason.

"Well… It's like this… I have this desire... to... conquer? To dominate others? What do you think about that?" I started timidly.

Big Henry exhaled gravely and walked out of the room suddenly. I could hear him rummaging around in his closet, like he was digging through boxes searching for something.

Henry came back into the room with a white shoe box and a serious look on his face.

"What's that Henry?" I asked, scared of what he would do with the box.

"Shut up junior." He grumbled as he opened the box and overturned it onto the floor.

Two metal, bronze colored, spiked knuckles fell out onto the floor. I was frozen by pure curiosity until big Henry reached down and grabbed them and held them out in his outstretched hand to me.

"It would seem that we have another great conqueror on the way kiddo." He said with a warm smile. He looked like he had found something he had been looking for for a long time, and he was very excited.

Back to the present, as I was walking towards the gym for an afternoon session with big Henry. I want to ask him about Mr. Nostrand. I bet he knows something about it, Henry knows everything.

I entered the gym and found Henry, a task that's not very hard because he is the biggest one there. Big Henry told me that he was six foot six inches tall, and I was two inches shorter than he was.

I dropped my backpack and took off my jeans and t-shirt, and stepped on the scale by the entrance as I was taught by Henry. Henry's training was very tedious and time consuming, it had a lot of steps that I had to do every day which eventually became routine.

"EEP!" Exclaimed a feminine voice behind me. I turned around to find a very red and sweaty Cindy, whose eyes were glued to my half naked body. I don't blame her, my bod' was built from hard work and sweat and lots of blood. Stretch marks covered my entire back from how fast I had built muscle.

Henry said I looked like a mix between Evander Holyfeild and Mike Tyson if they were both white and had brown hair and a buzz-cut. (look em' up)

"Oh, I'm sorry." I say sassily to Cindy as I saunter up to her. "Do you even live here?"

"Um…..uh...I…. No." She squeaked out as I put all my clothes back on.

As soon as my clothes were on I headed over to Henry who was coaching a boxer who was sparring with a partner.

"Henry!" I shouted as I jogged over to him, he saw me and grinned widely.

"How much do you weigh Junior?" He asked me like a parent asks their child if they ate a cookie they weren't supposed to.

"Two ten, hey can I ask you something?" I spurted out.

"Yeah in a minute. Get those hands up!" He dismissed me.

Suddenly he whirled around and pointed a finger at Cindy who was very red and breathing kinda heavily.

"What is she doing here?" Big Henry hissed out to me.

"I don't know, she followed me here. I need to ask you something dad." I stated with urgency.

"What are you doing here goat?" he hissed at Cindy with a low and intimidating voice.

"Goat? What?" I asked confusedly.

I looked at Cindy, she looked terrified and turned on at the same time. Her face was as white as a sheet of paper. I know my dad was scary but I didn't think he was that scary.

"No... dad, I beat the shit out of my gym teacher today!" I confessed loudly.

"Yuh-huh." he responded as if he didn't hear me. He was still glaring daggers at Cindy.

"He had one eye!" I exclaimed in a last ditch effort to get his attention.

"Cool… wait what?" he responded.


AN: This is the wet napkin dream I was referring to my readers, I hope you bask in the glory of reading it as much as I wrote it.

Peace :)