Broken Barista

Cling Clang!

Joel rolled his eyes at the sound of the jangling door bells that let him know a customer had just entered the coffee shop.  He had his back turned to the door and glanced up briefly to the wall clock. It was 1:58 AM, two minutes to closing time. It had been a slow night so he’d already cleaned up the equipment, stacked the dining room chairs and put all the ingredients neatly back in their containers… now some drunk college student was going to force him to undo everything for a single cup of coffee.  Nonetheless, Joel gritted his teeth, ran a hand through his thick black hair, faked a smile and turned to face the customer.

“Welcome to Insomnia Bean, I’m Joel. What can I do ya’ for,”  the pleasantry sounded sincere to all but the most discerning listener.

The customer was a blonde gentleman, possibly in his early thirties, about Joel’s height, but noticeably huskier. He was wearing a pressed white shirt — that was straining against the man’s muscles — and a bold red tie, much better dressed than the typical college kids who came into the shop so late at night, and was carrying a briefcase.  He smiled warmly at the young barista as he approached the counter, ostensibly studying the menu board.

Several moments passed, Joel’s feigned smile starting to wear as the clock ticked without any decision from the blonde man.

“I’m sorry, I can’t decide what to get,” the man said finally a little after 2 A.M. His voice was calm, but incredibly deep and gravely.

“If you’ll excuse me,”  Joel ducked from behind the counter and made his way to the door. He locked it, trying to spare himself from any more last minute indecisive customers. 

“I’m sorry, are you closed?”  the blonde man asked as Joel returned to his spot behind the counter.

“Yeah, we closed at two, but you’re okay.  What can I get for ya’, sir?” his friendly tone covered his frustration.

“I think I’ll take… um.  What is that?” The blonde asked pointing toward one of the glossy posters of coffee drinks on the wall behind Joel.

Joel turned his head to look to see which poster the man was pointing at, and was turning back to respond when he heard a deafening crack, then fell to the floor.  While Joel’s head had been turned the blonde had swung his brief case and knocked Joel on the side of his face.  It clearly was full of something heavier than papers as it struck with such force that it snapped the young man’s head clearly to the other side and sent him sailing to the ground.

Joel was too stunned to get up immediately as the man, demonstrating amazing dexterity for such a large frame, leaped over the counter and stood over Joel.  Joel rolled onto his back and looked at the blonde pleadingly.

“Please, please take the money…” Joel begged, scooting away from the hulking figure above him.

“Don’t want it!” the man responded, his voice still calm, as he lifted his foot. 

Joel looked toward his wide spread legs and instantly knew what the man was about to do.

“No! No!” 

STOMP

The blonde man’s large, black square toed shoe slammed into the mound in Joel’s khaki’s with a sickening crunch.  Joel let out a howl of pain and he reached to cup his injured package, only to realize the man’s foot was still on them, pressing and grinding as if he were trying to put out a spent cigar.

“Please! Ooh!”  Joel struggled to pull the massive foot off his crotch to no avail. 

The blonde only grunted in effort, bracing himself against the wall with his arm as his continued to grind Joel’s flattening gonads into the floor. Joel was in hysterics, pleading for the man to stop, which only seemed to make the blonde for determined to snuff out the college stud’s sex life.

After several minutes of brutal grinding, Joel’s scrams and howls must have been irritating the blonde, who stepped off just long enough to deliver a devastating kick to the side of Joel’s face that sent the now unconscious young man sailing into the wall.

When Joel awoke some minutes later, a hideous bruise was spreading across his olive skinned face. The blonde had lifted the smaller Joel to his feet and was holding him up, pinning him between the counter and his own massive chest with a bear hug.

“Please! Please…. what do you want from me!” Joel begged, tears streaming down his face, “Please don’t rape me!”

The blonde’s crotch, the outline of a massive erection visible through the slacks, was pressed against Joel’s straight virgin ass,

The blonde scoffed at the boy’s pleas and without a word tightened his grip with his right arm, causing Joel to gasp for air as his chest was painfully compressed.  The blonde tentatively loosened his left arm’s grip on Joel, and when Joel’s struggling were still insufficient to get away, he released his arm completely and proceeded to grab the waistband of Joel’s pants. With a quick tug, the pants were down to his thighs, the zipper and buttons popping off in the process.  The blonde’s eight inch cock was now only separated from Joel’s ass by a think piece of fabric on his slacks. 

“Please! Don’t!”  Joel pleased, just knowing his tight ass was about to get plowed.

But the blonde wasn’t interested in Joel’s vulnerable hole. Instead his free hand cradled the now totally exposed, dangling nuts between his legs.   They were big, each slightly smaller than a hen’s egg and firm, no doubt due in part from swelling from the earlier assault. They hung several inches, making them easy to grab from behind. A day’s worth of sweat and the hint of coffee bean created an interesting smell from Joel’s crotch that the blonde seemed to be enjoying.

Joel felt his big, heavy nuts resting in the man’s hands and panicked. He knew the beefy stud could easily pulverize his most prized possessions with a few good squeezes.

“Please! Not my balls! Take it all, take all the money, everything you want… AAAH!”

Joel’s begging was abruptly interrupted by the sensation of feeling his testicles being compressed together in their sack.  The blonde’s biceps flexed in effort as his large hand crushed Joel’s nuts.  Joel howled and struggled, but was unable to escape the man’s brutally effective grip. In fact, the more he struggled, the harder the man’s arm tightened until even breathing became labored.
The blonde pulled Joel’s testicles to their limit, while still squeezing mercilessly, and gave them a vicious twist.  Joel howled, the blonde’s hand only getting tighter around his balls. Joel could feel his testes crushing into each other as the man twisted and pulled.. How much more of this could they take?

Suddenly, the man released Joel’s gonads and, with a swift motion, knocked him to the ground with a violent shove.  The back of Joel’s skull bounced with a sickening clunk against the tiled floor.  Joel was dazed, too wracked with pain and fear to move for several seconds, which was all the time the man needed as he lumbered toward him.

Joel attempted to stand, but with his pants still wrapped around his legs he only succeeded in flopping back onto this back, leaving his genitals exposed.

“Pl– please!” Joel’s mind was fogged with hysteria.

The man ignored him and knelt over Joel, his fist balled tightly…

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Oh God! Oh!” Joel screamed and writhed as the man’s large fist pounded his proud balls into the ground. The blonde could feel the delicate ball meat compressing and crunching to the floor, getting slightly less resilient with each blow, but every time the now rapidly swelling nuts returned to their original, oblong shape.  After at least fifteen blows — neither of them was keeping track at that point — the blond grabbed hold of Joel’s extremely swollen right nut and squeezed. Joel’s eyes bulged and he let out and inhuman squeal, then his body went limp.

Still holding the trapped nut, the man rose to his feel, taking Joel with him, the barista’s entire one hundred and sixty pound body being held up only by his dangerously battered right nut.  The man held Joel’s limp body in that position for several moments, enjoying the sensation of bouncing the young stud like a yo-yo, the strained chords of his right nut trying gallantly to hold the load…

The blonde tightened his grip on the doomed testicle even more, lifted Joel a few more inches into the ground, then flung out his hand as if attempting to ‘walk the dog’ with a yo yo. Joel’s body, still held up by a single nut and its connective tissues, lowered several inches, then bounced back.  The ball was holding on.  The blond seemed genuinely annoyed and again flung the boy toward the ground like a giant yo-yo… then several things happened at once.

The blonde’s hand closed completely, the battered nut exploded in the sack from the weight. The flattened nut escaped the blonde’s grip, sending Joel’s body crashing to the ground.   The front of the man’s slacks were slick with precum and his erection strained against the fabric.

He looked down almost with pity at the unconscious barista at his feet.  Here was this cute Italian kid with donkey nuts now half desexed.  The blonde thought about adding insult to injury by seeding his straight ass, knowing that it’d be so tight he’d almost instantly explode, but decided against it.  He lifted Joel’s limp body and propped him up against the prep counter and proceeded to trap him in the same one-armed bear hug that had proven so effective earlier.

By now Joel was starting to stir, not yet consciously aware of the destruction of this right nut.

“Pl-please don’t… Please don’t hurt me no more…”

Joel turned his head meekly to make eye contact with the man.  His eyes, glistening with tears, pleaded and begged more than any words Joel could have managed at that point, but the blonde ignored him.

“I think I want the panini,” the blonde said coolly.

He proceeded to violently grab Joel’s sack, half of it mushy, and force it onto the bottom plate of the sandwich maker. Since it had been off for a while, it was no longer hot, but the man grabbed the top of the sandwich maker and slammed the lid shut a dozen times. Joel only babbled and drooled, not noticing that — around the fifth blow– the blonde had turned on the machine. It was quickly getting hotter and hotter as his remaining nut was being crushed by the heavy top plate.

“Ooh! Sssop!” Joel howled.

The blonde held the panini machine shut, trapping Joel’s left ball a\s the heating plates continued to warm.  First, the smell of singed hair wafted up from the machine, then burning flesh.  Now the plates were directly roasting Joel’s nut. The sperm inside was boiling, the tissue was getting softer…

SLAM! SLAM! SPLOSH!

The blonde slammed the lid twice more and, weakened by the earlier beating and roasting, the nut gave way, the sack that hadn’t been seared off already split, and the contents splattered the inside of the machine.  The blonde released Joel whose limp body fell to the floor with a thud and then turned his attention to the sandwich machine. Inside was a bloody, gooey mess of sperm and nut meat. What were once two large, proud stud nuts were now just goo on a hot plate.  The visual was too much and the blonde quickly pulled down his pants stroked his cock and explosively came all over Joel’s body.  The barista was soaked from head to torso as volley after volley of the blonde’s cum splashed over him. 

After the explosive orgasm that had made the blonde weak in the knees, he coolly tucked his still raging eight inch cock into his pants, zipped up and made his way out of the coffee shop, disappearing into the night.