Jacob rushed down the driveway. He was late.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
This was not going to be a good day. The last time he was late for his shift, Mr. Craig was very clear, "I don't pay you to be late. If you're ever late again, you better be really good at begging."
Jacob couldn't lose another job. This was the third one this year since he moved out on his own. He needed this. His independence. His own life. His sanity. There was no way he was going back home, not now, not ever. He had to make this right with Mr. Craig.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Jacob winced as he rushed through the back door of Sloppy Burger, the only fast food joint in town. The food wasn't all that bad, but it definitely lived up to its name.
"Oh, look, here he is. Mr. Punctual," Mr. Craig sneered, working the grill as the dinner rush rolled in.
Jacob started putting on his apron and glanced at the line of orders handing on the ticket row, which was way more than usual on a Thursday. Without another word, Jacob threw down three batches of fries and slapped five more burgers on the grill.
"Hey, that's too much! I've already got those first two!" Mr. Craig could feel his anger growing as Jacob ignored him, grabbing buns and prepping them for the meat.
"I dropped the fries for those first two and the rest for the next three. Four small and three medium fries. No problem, I know you were about to do it before I walked in. And these are all the burgers. Do we have enough nuggets for that 40 piece?"
Mr. Craig was startled and checked the drawer. Dumbfounded, he just whispered, "No. There's maybe 20." Jacob checked the warmer. Empty. He ran to the back to grab a new frozen bag.
Mr. Craig looked at the burgers, watching them sizzle. "How the hell did he get all of that?"
Jacob came back in a flurry. He flipped the burgers, slapped the cheese on the buns, brought up the fries, and dropped the nuggets into the fryer, sending grease sputtering up. "Ow! Fuck!"
Mr. Craig looked around. Half the crew was watching. The front had died down and they were waiting on these orders. Mr. Craig wrapped up the burgers he was working on and set them up through the order window. As he turned around, he couldn't believe it. Jacob was wrapping up the last burger and sliding them up to the window quick as a flash. In another instant, Jacob had the fries and nuggets up too, yelling out, "Order up, order up! Watch those fries, they're hot!"
The girls up front giggled, looking at Jacob, "Yeah, they sure are!" Jacob grinned.
Mr. Craig was livid. Here he was, taking care of the orders, then Jacob finally decides to bring his skinny ass in to work and takes over like he's some sort of hero. The bastard was late! The orders wouldn't have BEEN backed up if he would just show up on time! And now he looked slow as hell!
Without a word, Mr. Craig went to the Manger's Office and closed the door. "Guess you're off the hook," one of the front girls chimed in. "Yeah, Mr. Craig would have taken all night getting those done," another one said, smirking.
Jacob grinned. He was redeemed. There's no way Mr. Craig could fire him, not after that. He kept up the orders and cleaned the back really good, hoping Mr. Craig would notice. By the end of the night, the girls had cleaned the front, Jacob had the back, and Mr. Craig hadn't made a peep.
"Bye Jacob, fun working with you tonight!" "Bye!" Jacob grinned. He walked back to the freezer to fill out the temperature log, which he normally forgot. As he bent down to check the thermometer, Mr. Craig tapped him on the shoulder.
Startled, Jacob spun around and slipped on the freezer floor, landing on his ass, hard, and kind of landing on his balls a bit. "OOF!" Fuck, that hurt.
"Get up."
Jacob groaned loudly and tried to move. What. The. Hell. I get it, I was late, but why the fuck did did you scare me like that? And God damn, give a guy a break! Can't you see I got hurt?
Mr. Craig was growing impatient. "Stand up and get in my office. Time to see you beg, Jacob."
Oh, fuck. Was this guy serious? Does he really expect me to actually beg?
"Get in my office and beg, or you won't even get paid for tonight. I fired you on payroll at the start of your shift. You just worked your ass off for free."
Jacob couldn't believe it. What the fuck. He didn't even clock in. Stupid, stupid, STUPID!
Wincing with pain, Jacob got to his knees inside the freezer. He started crawling out toward Mr. Craig's office, cradling his aching crotch with one hand. Mr. Craig locked the back door and walked behind Jacob, kicking the back of his feet. "Come on, now, hurry up! I don't have all night!"
Jacob scooted along faster, sliding his knees and getting all the way inside Mr. Craig's office. It wasn't very big, but had a decent desk and office chair. Jacob pushed the chair up to the desk to give himself more room.
Mr. Craig closed the door and turned to Jacob, "Now, let's hear it. Let's hear you beg, you piece of shit."
Jacob complied. "Please. Please don't fire me. I, I just, I lost track of time! I'm really sorry, Mr. Craig, please! Let me keep my job!"
Mr. Craig smiled. "That's funny. You think I want you to beg for your job."
Jacob's face crinkled, wondering what the hell Mr. Craig was talking about. Oh, right, the money. He already fired me, but he'll pay me if I beg. Fine. Better to leave with something for working my ass off.
"Please! Just pay me for tonight! I know I screwed up, but I worked really hard and helped you out when you needed it! You know I did!"
Mr. Craig waited. "Alright, that's a start. Not the begging I want though."
What the hell? What else was there? "Ok, ok. What do you want?" Jacob put his hands together, pleading. "Please! Just pay me for tonight! Please!"
Mr. Craig frowned. "Hmmm. I'm pretty sure I told you to beg."
Jacob tried his hardest. He got up on his knees, closed his eyes, and put his hands way up high, stretching them toward the ceiling, "PLEASE! I BEG OF YOU! I'm begging! I beg you, PLEASE!"
Then, in an instant, he felt it. The distinct feeling of getting kicked right in the balls. While Jacob had been stretching up and begging on his knees, he'd given Mr. Craig an open shot. Jacob took the bait, hook, line, and sinker. And Mr. Craig delivered a full on kick, right into Jacob's unsuspecting nuts.
"HUMPH!" Jacob felt all the air escape his lungs like a puff of smoke. He dropped to the floor like a rag doll and curled up in agony. He couldn't think, he couldn't move. All he could feel was pain.
Mr. Craig bent down next to Jacob's ear and whispered, "I'm not going to pay you for being late, Jacob. I'm going to break your balls."
It didn't take long for Mr. Craig to tie him up. He started with the feet, tying them together with his shoes on and everything. Then he grabbed one of Jacob's hands, pulled it back, and started tying a new knot with plenty of slack from the feet. Finally, he flipped Jacob over on his other side, grabbed his other hand, and tied them together. Jacob was too shocked to resist. The best he could do was keep his legs tucked up.
After Mr. Craig finished the last knot, he grabbed the chair and pulled it right next to Jacob. He lifted him up easily. The boy barely weighed 120 pounds. He lowered Jacob onto the chair, looping his arms behind the back and making him sit on the seat, moving the rope's slack off to the side. He pulled the rope under the chair and looped it on the armrest on the other side, making it impossible for Jacob to stand up or really move at all.
Mr. Craig stood back to admire his handywork while Jacob groaned. "I'm still waiting, Jacob. Let's hear you beg."
Jacob started again, "Please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be late..."
Mr. Craig calmly placed his foot onto Jacob's crotch. "Beg. Beg for your balls." Mr. Craig leaned forward, pushing the chair back against the desk, and putting pressure on Jacob's sore nuts.
Jacob winced, "OOF! Hey! Please! PLEASE! Don't! Don't kick my balls!"
Mr. Craig whispered, "I. Don't. Hear. Begging," and rammed his foot up further into Jacob's groin, squishing his aching testicles further into his tight pants.
"OWWWWW! Oh God! PLEASE! Please stop!"
Mr. Craig brought his foot back slightly, then stomped hard into Jacob's balls, "I *smash!*, said *smash!*, BEG! *SMASH!*"
Jacob squirmed and screamed, trying to lash out and free himself from the chair, "OH! FUCK! MY BALLS, MY BALLS!"
Finally, feeling Mr. Craig let up and preparing to smash his foot into his bruised balls again, Jacob cried out, "BEG! I beg you! Please! I beg you! I'm begging for my balls! Please! Beg my balls, beg my balls!"
Mr. Craig grinned and started to laugh. Yes. This is what he wanted to see. Jacob would do anything he said now.
Jacob started to breathe again as Mr. Craig backed up, seeming to like the begging. Jacob kept saying it, quieter now, but still the same, "Please, I'm begging for my balls. Please. I beg for my balls."
Mr. Craig was just getting started. He walked up and started unbuttoning Jacob's pants. Jacob could only watch as Mr. Craig pulled his pants and underwear down, sliding off the chair and bunching up around his ankles, right over the rope. "Hmmm. Let's see how tough these balls are."
"No, please..." Jacob whimpered as Mr. Craig reached in between his legs and grabbed Jacob's precious aching orbs in one hand. Jacob's dick rested limp and sweaty on top with his saggy balls completely grasped by Mr. Craig's fist.
Mr. Craig squeezed, slightly, "Beg me to let you keep them."
Jacob yelled, "PLEASE! Let me keep my balls! I BEG YOU!"
Mr. Craig pulled on Jacob's slippery ballsack, stretching them away from his groin, pulling as hard as he could while saying, "Horrible begging. Maybe I should just rip them off."
Jacob cried with pain, tears flowing down his cheeks as he watched his balls getting yanked, "OH GOD, PLEEEASE! DON'T RIP OFF MY BALLS! I BEG YOU, DON'T RIP OFF MY BALLS!!!"
Mr. Craig grinned wildly and...
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