Heavy Rubber pt. 1

*Hi you all,*


*this is my first shared story here. i have some experience writing in the Kramtoad days and want to get back into it. my style can be a little verbose but i enjoy the eroticism of detail and relationship between characters. hopefully this will be fun for some of you. Looking for all forms of feedback and will be posting in a variety of styles (hot and heavy.. slow suspense.. m/f, m/m, etc... even some non-fiction)*


i will likely continue this story into 3 parts and share them all if my readership so desires. :p
(got a couple other stories in the works, so i will take stylistic suggestions into consideration for those as well)
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\*knock, knock\* her little knuckles rapped on the door for the second time. Jenny, pushing open the door gingerly,always felt sheepish entering tenants' apartments without a greeting. She had been the new maintenance worker at 301 for about two months now--but the 10am appointments still brought surprises some of the times.


She crept through the threshold of the door, gently letting it shut behind her. She shifted her tool-belt a bit to prevent too much noise from the dangling tools. She had barely passed the discarded shoes by the door to the sight of Jon, the tenant, prone on the couch, some sort of anime faintly glowing on the tv. She paused. She noticed the rise and fall of his back and scanned down his body. He had a nice bubble-butt which his house shorts tightly clutched. He wore a flimsy pair of thin, maroon, gym shorts. They were short and stretchy. His entire buttocks was on display by the shorts which had ridden up on him when she noticed an even bigger surprise. A large, floppy ballsack resting plumply against the couch.


Shocked, she rubbed her eyes with her fingers and tip-toed past the couch towards the bathroom where she was intended to repair a part of the shower. She paused once more to fully take in the sight. Glancing over, his right leg hung off the side of the couch, his balls so tenuously perched on the ridge, the larger right nut looking like it would teeter right over the edge. Time seemed to slow, she stood thinking about if it did drop off the edge of the couch; would the weight of it pull the whole sack down too?


The repair looked simple. The frame which held the shower curtain was bent. Something about the bathroom felt kinky to her. Maybe it was the physically kinked shower rod which she would have to bend back into its firm original shape.Or maybe it was the slightly pornographic tableau she had walked in on. She certainly didn't mind the sight of that sack... a few droplets pinged the bottom of the bathtub as her mind ran under the glow of the bathroom bulb. Jenny had been single for a while now. Not so interested in partners she would explore her own sexual interests via the internet. It hadn't been till recently that she noticed a trend of hefty balls in her searches. Time was slow again. She thought about this tenant more... thought about his balls rolling over and flopping against his thigh as he stirred...


"Oh, hey, thanks for coming in for this..." he said as he rubbed his eyes.
"Erhm, yup, should be an easy fix" she stuttered. She sat down on the tub's edge to fasten the shower-knob, ending the rhythmic droplets. "I just need to whack on the rod a couple times and it should be all straight" she said turning towards him, her eyes greeted by the clear outline of his package then quickly shooting them back up to his face.
"Thanks," he said "I, uh, like, slipped in there and swung my arms out and grabbed the shower curtain!" he awkwardly chuckled out.


She grabbed the rubber mallet from her belt and tapped on the kink in the rod. Her mind elsewhere--picturing Jon, wet in the hot steam of the shower slipping and the momentum sending his fat plums like torpedoes towards the ceiling. Before she knew it, this was a full-blown fantasy; his balls echoing a thud against his lower-belly, "oof" he would say, throwing his hand up and bending the shower-frame before falling to the ground; his heavy balls--a split-second behind--slamming against the porcelain. A dull nauseatic pain in his abdomen... pausing to put his head back as the warm water pattered down on him pathetically. A shampoo bottle falls from its shelf and lands flat on his nuts.


"So that's what a rubber mallet is for."
"Yup," she responded, "they can be great for a ton of things."
"Yeah? Like what?" He paused, "Like, why not just use a hammer?"
"Well, for one, a hammer will mar the surface of what you're striking. If the targets you have are more \*sensitive\* the soft, flat, surface of the rubber will protect them." They both paused between the clangs of her strikes."In these cases it's really just the momentum and force that will take care of it," she said with a smile on her face as she replaced the tool back to its sheath.


Maybe it was the horniness Jon felt in the morning, but the way her cargo pants gripped her buttocks and her tight waist... the hefty tool-belt draped off her hips, her tight belly and buoyant rack... He felt the blood begin to flow to his cock.


Before long, she turned back to face him. Her eyes again diverted to his pendulous bulge but only for a split second.


The front door opened: "God-Dammit, Jon, I told you to move these fucking shoes!" The bathroom's occupants eyes locked for a moment. A chill of fear and delight tingled up their spines unbeknownst to the other. "I'm gonna fucking kick you in each nut twenty times with each shoe if you don't move them right--" she paused as she met the bathroom threshold, a box of nitrous canisters in her arms. "Oh," she fumbled "Ha ha, sorry, I'm Leann, I sent you the email regarding this. Thanks for coming so quickly to fix it!" She closed her eyes and smiled, cocking her head coyly and cheekily. She reopened her eyes to a fiery, wicked stare into Jon's.


Without missing a beat she swung the back of her fist directly into his bulge. He curled over slightly from the pain revealing the heavy imprint of his big, lime-sized balls dangling in view for the maintenance worker. Leann meandered through the apartment, yelling about all the chores Jon should have done but didn't. Jenny figured it was time to go...


"Thanks again!"
"Oh, it was an easy fix," Jenny said, sheepishly.
"You're super cute!" Leann giggled, "Oo-oh, I love that mallet! I need one of those so badly! I've been meaning to run to the hardware store."
"Yeah, they're super handy." Jenny lifted it from its holster and smacked her palm against the rubber surface.
"I bet! And no blood!... if you nick your thumb or something! I'm so clumsy I always hit my own fingers!"


Jon stood sultry and aloof, propped against the counter near the fridge, drinking orange juice from the carton.


Leann felt her face getting hot staring at Jon. His big dumb face and his bigger, dumber, balls. She imagined his swollen nutsack, mimicking his posture, leaned back against his legs as he was leaned against the counter. Thoughtless,just weight suspended in motion.


"I actually \*need\* to use that before you go! I just remembered two things I need to bang real quick!"
"Okay, that shouldn't be an issue--"
"Thanks!!" Leann squeaked as she took the mallet from Jenny and in one calculated motion swung the tool down with all its grace and collided it with Jon's cloth-bound balls--once! twice! and even a third dull thud rung out that clipped his swinging sack as he dropped to the floor, a mist of orange juice raining down upon his clutched body.


"You never fucking behave, Jon!"


Jenny, stunned, hand over her mouth, felt her heart begin pounding. What a surreal morning. What an exciting morning. "He's okay?" she asked.
"Oh yeah, he's totally fine. Thanks for your mallet!" She said, grinning again. "What was your name? We'll probably be seeing you again! Things always just break around me!"
"Oh yeah," she giggled, "I'm Jenny". She smiled as she took back the mallet.
"Maybe we could go to the store together? I do need some tools.. or maybe just hang out? get drinks? We just moved here and don't really know anybody and you're super cute!"
"Oh thanks, ha-ha, I'm new here too actually..."
"So, it's a date! Here's my snap!"