The enormous face clock above the entry door of the Lawsons
department store displayed a quarter to nine in the evening as it
gazed out over a mostly emptied store. Shoppers leafing through
racks of designer clothes and upscale home accessories seemed hardly
phased when a pleasant-sounding male voice came over the intercom to
announce Attention shoppers, Lawsons will be closing in fifteen
minutes. Please take final selections to a service desk for checkout.
Thank you for choosing Lawsons.
Jason set the microphone back onto its pedestal from his station in
sporting goods and sighed while he ran a hand through his short dirty
blond hair. What a day! he commented patting his coworker Miranda
on the shoulder.
Yeah no kidding! I havent even started closing out my register, or
stocking house wares. She agreed.
Jason glanced around the sporting goods department, which had only
one more shopper, then across the aisles to House Wares, where
shoppers were still comparison shopping toaster ovens and dishware
sets like they had all the time in the world.
Why dont you go help close out House & Home. That line will go
faster with two of you, I can close up here.
Miranda smiled and made her way toward the teeming House & Home
section of the store, leaving Jason with one more customer to tend to
before he could close out his section and be done for the night.
Please dont let this guy be a talker, he thought to himself nearly
aloud as he approached the man.
Thanks for choosing Lawsons, can you help you find something
today? Jason said as he absent mindedly ran a hand down the front of
his still neatly-pressed white dress shirt, feeling the rippling
stomach muscles underneath.
The man turned and smiled broadly, holding an athletic cup in each
hand. Jason couldnt help but notice the prominent bulge in the
mans pants as he spoke Im trying to decide between the Nut Guard X
and the Ball Defender. Any suggestions?
The man was easily 6 9 and his upscale khakis and tucked in
business shirt, the standard attire of a Lawsons customer, did
little to hide this rippling physique. Jason stammered for a bit,
his eyes still fixated on the enormous bulge in the front of the
mans pants, but regained his professionalism long enough to divert
his gaze to the mans warm smile and hazel eyes. Um, well we carry
only the finest sports equipment. Im sure both would be more than
sufficient to protect your um safety.
The man nodded, and set down the Ball Defender brand cup on the
shelf. I think anyone who uses this much flashy packaging is
probably hiding something, Ill take the Nut Guard X. Will you ring
me up? the man asked flashing Jason a smile that made his insides
flutter.
Certainly, right this way.
Jason and the man, who revealed his name to be Paul during the course
of their pleasantry-laced conversation, proceeded to ring up the
mans purchase of the Nut Guard X and a few other pieces of sporting
equipment a top-of-the-line aluminum bat and some sports bandages.
I hope this think lives up to its name, Paul smiled holding the Nut
Guard X, which hed removed from the packaging, up to his ample
bulge. I have a lot of valuable stuff to defend. He finished with a
wink.
I bet you do, Jason blurted before he could stop himself. He could
feel himself getting flush from embarrassment but couldnt stop
mentally undressing the handsome middle aged man who was blatantly
talking about his junk right in front of him. Paul only smiled.
Will there be anything else sir?
Not yet, thank you, Jason. Paul said, his warm smile fading
slightly as he turned curtly and walked toward the door, blending in
amongst the throng of last minute shoppers. The giant clock chimed 9
oclock and Jason sighed the end of a long day.
It took nearly an hour of shelf-stocking and cash register balancing
before Lawsons was ready to be shut down for the night. As was
customary when customers werent around, Jason had taken off his tie
and unbuttoned and untucked his shirt, revealing a white wife beater
shirt which clung to his muscled chest. Although he was starting to
sweat from the exertion of running from end to end of the giant
department store carrying heavy boxes, sweeping floors and doing
chores, he still smelled of the latest designer cologne a perk for
working at the most upscale department store at the mall. Finally at
10:30 Jason was completely finished working and only a handful of
workers were left. He turned down Mirandas invitation to join them
for an after-hour snack at the food court and made his way to his
parked car. As he reached for the handle, he thought he heard
someone behind him and turned just in time to see Paul standing there.
Paul! Jason said, relieved but confused to see a familiar face
instead of the riff raff his over active mind was convinced lurked in
the parking lot after hours.
For a moment Paul did nothing, merely eyeing the tone salesman from
head to toe. By now Jason was only wearing his A-shirt and jeans he
had changed into. Jeans that were purposefully several sizes too
small to perfectly hug every inch of his round behind and ample
bulge. Jasons outfit left little to the imagination and Paul seemed
to be enjoying the view.
I forgot to pick up one thing, and with little ceremony he
proceeded to ram a damp cloth into Jasons face with such force it
caused Jasons nose to bleed then everything went hazy
--
Jason wasnt sure how much time had passed since he ran into Paul in
the parking lot. In fact, he wasnt entirely sure what was
happening. As he regained consciousness, his panicked mind quickly
began assessing the situation. He was stripped naked. His legs were
being forced apart by a spreader bar shackled around his ankles. He
was in a standing position, with his hands in some kind of restraint
above his head. Jason was in a small, musty but well lit concrete-
walled room, possibly a cellar, with a set of stairs almost directly
in front of him that led to a door.
Help! Help me! He started shouting, although there wasnt an
indication that anyone else was around The door at the top of the
stairs flew open and there stood Paul. Gone were the khaki pants and
professional attire. Instead he was wearing a pair of grey sweat
pants and nothing else. Despite himself, Jason couldnt help but be
turned on by the sight of Pauls massive pecs and rippling arms.
Jason was so distracted by the sight as Paul came down the stairs, he
didnt notice what Paul was carrying until he was literally inches in
front of his face. By this time Jasons 9 inch cock had sprung to
full attention, and was brushing against the front of Pauls pants,
his nuts, each the size of a large egg, hung lazily underneath.
Paul licked his lips and proceeded to drop to his knees and take
Jasons cock into his mouth. With the expertise of a porn star, Paul
sucked and licked Jasons engorged cock, stopping occasionally to
tenderly lick each ball. Jason writhed and moaned, nearly blowing
his load on the spot when Paul shoved three fingers up his tight ass.
The intense blow job lasted for only two or three minutes Jason
couldnt tell before it suddenly stopped. Paul stood up to face
Jason, whose cock was still dripping with spit and precum, then
proceeded to roughly cram Jasons package into the Nut Guard X he had
purchased just hours before. Jason screamed as he thought his rock
hard dick would snap like a branch under being crammed into the cup.
He then proceeded to secure the cup in place with the bandages hed
gotten on that same shopping trip. The terror of the situation
caused Jasons cock to quickly go limp inside the cup.
Okay Jason, Paul said, picking up the bat that had gone unnoticed
just moments ago in Jasons euphoria. I really wanna finish that
blow job, so I hope therell be something left after the test.
Jason swallowed hard Test?
Yeah, Im gonna see if the Nut Guard X can really take up to 20
whacks from a bat, like the packaging claimed.
No please, dont Jasons screams were cut short by the resounding
thud of the bat hitting the reinforced cup. Living up to its name,
the cup did a surprisingly good job defending Jasons nuts, diverting
the bulk of the strike around the cup and into his thigh.
Paul seemed disappointed by any reaction from Jason indicating pain.
He took a stance like he was at a batting cage, lined up the bat so
that it would hit dead on to the cup and proceeded to wail, full
force, rapidly ten times. The sound of one impact had barely started
to echo against the walls before the next blow, and the next.
Jason squirmed and tried in vain to close his legs. By the eight
hit, the cup must have been undergoing some kind of structural
weakening because the blows were starting to manifest as a dull, but
still painful, ache to his balls. Especially his now-swelling right
ball.
Much to Jasons relief Paul stopped. Okay, ten down that first
one was a practice shot. Can that thing hold up for ten more.
No, please
There was an audible whoosh as the bat sailed through the air twice
in rapid succession, connecting directly with the cut. This time the
sound it made on impact was very different. It wasnt a
resounding clank there was a slight snap. Pauls face lit up with
delight (and Jasons face turned to horror) as they both realized
what had happened. Inside the cup there was a reinforcing bar in
the shape of a plus sign that must have finally given way. That
extra bit of plastic that had allowed the cup to perform so well was
not shattered.
Mmm Jason. Eight more to go, Paul said, savoring the look of
terror on Jasons face as the young stud hung helplessly from the low
ceiling, his muscles glistening with sweat.
By blow 15, the cup had cracked, and on the next it shattered like a
china dish dropped on the floor. There was now nothing protecting
Jasons huge dangling nuts from four more blows.
Uh-oh! Paul said in an exaggerated tone I dont think those things
are gonna hold out for four more hits. Wonder which on bursts
first..
Jason was crying and trying to close his legs as Paul reached out and
roughly squeezed his package. The right nut was clearly more swollen
and chunks of the broken plastic were now resting jagged as glass
against the tender skin.
Batter up!
The bat made a sickening thud as it collided with Jasons package.
The sound of Jasons retching was almost enough to cover up the
sickening splosh as his right testicle burst. Pieces of the cup
were not being forced inside the sack.
Woosh! The bat connected again to the studs package. The left nut
held up but just barely, but the sound of the plastic being broken
into smaller pieces made the bat give a crunch noise on impact.
The shards were laying waste to the already ruined right nut and were
starting to split into Jasons once proud cock.
Okay, time to end this test! Paul said, a wild glint in his eye as
he unleashed the final two blows in rapid succession on Jasons
ruined package. On the ninetieth blow Jasons swollen cock split
like a ruptured sausage. And on the twentieth, Jasons now enormously
swollen left nut the only remaining vestige of his once proud male
essence -- exploded in its sack.
Paul looked over his handy work as the studly Jason writhed nearly
comatose, his liquefied package literally oozing onto the floor.
Jasons body glistened and his every muscle was contorted into pain
and fear, which caused his abs to ripple invitingly.
That was fun, Paul commented as he proceeded to pull out his
enormous cock stroke it a few times and blast copious amounts of cum
onto Jasons abs and chest. Once volley even shot up so far that it
landed with a splat all over Jasons handsome face. As he hung,
helpless and totally destroyed Jason couldnt help but smile as he
realized he was finally starting to lose consciousness; a small
escape from his ordeal.
Now just one more test Jason thought he heard the man say as he
lost consciousness.
department store displayed a quarter to nine in the evening as it
gazed out over a mostly emptied store. Shoppers leafing through
racks of designer clothes and upscale home accessories seemed hardly
phased when a pleasant-sounding male voice came over the intercom to
announce Attention shoppers, Lawsons will be closing in fifteen
minutes. Please take final selections to a service desk for checkout.
Thank you for choosing Lawsons.
Jason set the microphone back onto its pedestal from his station in
sporting goods and sighed while he ran a hand through his short dirty
blond hair. What a day! he commented patting his coworker Miranda
on the shoulder.
Yeah no kidding! I havent even started closing out my register, or
stocking house wares. She agreed.
Jason glanced around the sporting goods department, which had only
one more shopper, then across the aisles to House Wares, where
shoppers were still comparison shopping toaster ovens and dishware
sets like they had all the time in the world.
Why dont you go help close out House & Home. That line will go
faster with two of you, I can close up here.
Miranda smiled and made her way toward the teeming House & Home
section of the store, leaving Jason with one more customer to tend to
before he could close out his section and be done for the night.
Please dont let this guy be a talker, he thought to himself nearly
aloud as he approached the man.
Thanks for choosing Lawsons, can you help you find something
today? Jason said as he absent mindedly ran a hand down the front of
his still neatly-pressed white dress shirt, feeling the rippling
stomach muscles underneath.
The man turned and smiled broadly, holding an athletic cup in each
hand. Jason couldnt help but notice the prominent bulge in the
mans pants as he spoke Im trying to decide between the Nut Guard X
and the Ball Defender. Any suggestions?
The man was easily 6 9 and his upscale khakis and tucked in
business shirt, the standard attire of a Lawsons customer, did
little to hide this rippling physique. Jason stammered for a bit,
his eyes still fixated on the enormous bulge in the front of the
mans pants, but regained his professionalism long enough to divert
his gaze to the mans warm smile and hazel eyes. Um, well we carry
only the finest sports equipment. Im sure both would be more than
sufficient to protect your um safety.
The man nodded, and set down the Ball Defender brand cup on the
shelf. I think anyone who uses this much flashy packaging is
probably hiding something, Ill take the Nut Guard X. Will you ring
me up? the man asked flashing Jason a smile that made his insides
flutter.
Certainly, right this way.
Jason and the man, who revealed his name to be Paul during the course
of their pleasantry-laced conversation, proceeded to ring up the
mans purchase of the Nut Guard X and a few other pieces of sporting
equipment a top-of-the-line aluminum bat and some sports bandages.
I hope this think lives up to its name, Paul smiled holding the Nut
Guard X, which hed removed from the packaging, up to his ample
bulge. I have a lot of valuable stuff to defend. He finished with a
wink.
I bet you do, Jason blurted before he could stop himself. He could
feel himself getting flush from embarrassment but couldnt stop
mentally undressing the handsome middle aged man who was blatantly
talking about his junk right in front of him. Paul only smiled.
Will there be anything else sir?
Not yet, thank you, Jason. Paul said, his warm smile fading
slightly as he turned curtly and walked toward the door, blending in
amongst the throng of last minute shoppers. The giant clock chimed 9
oclock and Jason sighed the end of a long day.
It took nearly an hour of shelf-stocking and cash register balancing
before Lawsons was ready to be shut down for the night. As was
customary when customers werent around, Jason had taken off his tie
and unbuttoned and untucked his shirt, revealing a white wife beater
shirt which clung to his muscled chest. Although he was starting to
sweat from the exertion of running from end to end of the giant
department store carrying heavy boxes, sweeping floors and doing
chores, he still smelled of the latest designer cologne a perk for
working at the most upscale department store at the mall. Finally at
10:30 Jason was completely finished working and only a handful of
workers were left. He turned down Mirandas invitation to join them
for an after-hour snack at the food court and made his way to his
parked car. As he reached for the handle, he thought he heard
someone behind him and turned just in time to see Paul standing there.
Paul! Jason said, relieved but confused to see a familiar face
instead of the riff raff his over active mind was convinced lurked in
the parking lot after hours.
For a moment Paul did nothing, merely eyeing the tone salesman from
head to toe. By now Jason was only wearing his A-shirt and jeans he
had changed into. Jeans that were purposefully several sizes too
small to perfectly hug every inch of his round behind and ample
bulge. Jasons outfit left little to the imagination and Paul seemed
to be enjoying the view.
I forgot to pick up one thing, and with little ceremony he
proceeded to ram a damp cloth into Jasons face with such force it
caused Jasons nose to bleed then everything went hazy
--
Jason wasnt sure how much time had passed since he ran into Paul in
the parking lot. In fact, he wasnt entirely sure what was
happening. As he regained consciousness, his panicked mind quickly
began assessing the situation. He was stripped naked. His legs were
being forced apart by a spreader bar shackled around his ankles. He
was in a standing position, with his hands in some kind of restraint
above his head. Jason was in a small, musty but well lit concrete-
walled room, possibly a cellar, with a set of stairs almost directly
in front of him that led to a door.
Help! Help me! He started shouting, although there wasnt an
indication that anyone else was around The door at the top of the
stairs flew open and there stood Paul. Gone were the khaki pants and
professional attire. Instead he was wearing a pair of grey sweat
pants and nothing else. Despite himself, Jason couldnt help but be
turned on by the sight of Pauls massive pecs and rippling arms.
Jason was so distracted by the sight as Paul came down the stairs, he
didnt notice what Paul was carrying until he was literally inches in
front of his face. By this time Jasons 9 inch cock had sprung to
full attention, and was brushing against the front of Pauls pants,
his nuts, each the size of a large egg, hung lazily underneath.
Paul licked his lips and proceeded to drop to his knees and take
Jasons cock into his mouth. With the expertise of a porn star, Paul
sucked and licked Jasons engorged cock, stopping occasionally to
tenderly lick each ball. Jason writhed and moaned, nearly blowing
his load on the spot when Paul shoved three fingers up his tight ass.
The intense blow job lasted for only two or three minutes Jason
couldnt tell before it suddenly stopped. Paul stood up to face
Jason, whose cock was still dripping with spit and precum, then
proceeded to roughly cram Jasons package into the Nut Guard X he had
purchased just hours before. Jason screamed as he thought his rock
hard dick would snap like a branch under being crammed into the cup.
He then proceeded to secure the cup in place with the bandages hed
gotten on that same shopping trip. The terror of the situation
caused Jasons cock to quickly go limp inside the cup.
Okay Jason, Paul said, picking up the bat that had gone unnoticed
just moments ago in Jasons euphoria. I really wanna finish that
blow job, so I hope therell be something left after the test.
Jason swallowed hard Test?
Yeah, Im gonna see if the Nut Guard X can really take up to 20
whacks from a bat, like the packaging claimed.
No please, dont Jasons screams were cut short by the resounding
thud of the bat hitting the reinforced cup. Living up to its name,
the cup did a surprisingly good job defending Jasons nuts, diverting
the bulk of the strike around the cup and into his thigh.
Paul seemed disappointed by any reaction from Jason indicating pain.
He took a stance like he was at a batting cage, lined up the bat so
that it would hit dead on to the cup and proceeded to wail, full
force, rapidly ten times. The sound of one impact had barely started
to echo against the walls before the next blow, and the next.
Jason squirmed and tried in vain to close his legs. By the eight
hit, the cup must have been undergoing some kind of structural
weakening because the blows were starting to manifest as a dull, but
still painful, ache to his balls. Especially his now-swelling right
ball.
Much to Jasons relief Paul stopped. Okay, ten down that first
one was a practice shot. Can that thing hold up for ten more.
No, please
There was an audible whoosh as the bat sailed through the air twice
in rapid succession, connecting directly with the cut. This time the
sound it made on impact was very different. It wasnt a
resounding clank there was a slight snap. Pauls face lit up with
delight (and Jasons face turned to horror) as they both realized
what had happened. Inside the cup there was a reinforcing bar in
the shape of a plus sign that must have finally given way. That
extra bit of plastic that had allowed the cup to perform so well was
not shattered.
Mmm Jason. Eight more to go, Paul said, savoring the look of
terror on Jasons face as the young stud hung helplessly from the low
ceiling, his muscles glistening with sweat.
By blow 15, the cup had cracked, and on the next it shattered like a
china dish dropped on the floor. There was now nothing protecting
Jasons huge dangling nuts from four more blows.
Uh-oh! Paul said in an exaggerated tone I dont think those things
are gonna hold out for four more hits. Wonder which on bursts
first..
Jason was crying and trying to close his legs as Paul reached out and
roughly squeezed his package. The right nut was clearly more swollen
and chunks of the broken plastic were now resting jagged as glass
against the tender skin.
Batter up!
The bat made a sickening thud as it collided with Jasons package.
The sound of Jasons retching was almost enough to cover up the
sickening splosh as his right testicle burst. Pieces of the cup
were not being forced inside the sack.
Woosh! The bat connected again to the studs package. The left nut
held up but just barely, but the sound of the plastic being broken
into smaller pieces made the bat give a crunch noise on impact.
The shards were laying waste to the already ruined right nut and were
starting to split into Jasons once proud cock.
Okay, time to end this test! Paul said, a wild glint in his eye as
he unleashed the final two blows in rapid succession on Jasons
ruined package. On the ninetieth blow Jasons swollen cock split
like a ruptured sausage. And on the twentieth, Jasons now enormously
swollen left nut the only remaining vestige of his once proud male
essence -- exploded in its sack.
Paul looked over his handy work as the studly Jason writhed nearly
comatose, his liquefied package literally oozing onto the floor.
Jasons body glistened and his every muscle was contorted into pain
and fear, which caused his abs to ripple invitingly.
That was fun, Paul commented as he proceeded to pull out his
enormous cock stroke it a few times and blast copious amounts of cum
onto Jasons abs and chest. Once volley even shot up so far that it
landed with a splat all over Jasons handsome face. As he hung,
helpless and totally destroyed Jason couldnt help but smile as he
realized he was finally starting to lose consciousness; a small
escape from his ordeal.
Now just one more test Jason thought he heard the man say as he
lost consciousness.
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