Under Pressure

She turned the idle mixture screw causing engine to slow down slightly. She leaned back and listened to it for a moment before nodding and slamming the hood shut. A young man looked at her from the driver’s seat and she gave him the thumbs up. He grinned at her and put the car into reverse and backed it out of the bay. She went back to her toolbox to put her screwdriver away the sound of tires squealing came from outside, so she turned around and watched as her assistant sped out of the parking lot at great speed. She sighed and shook her head before heading over to her desk where she filled out the repair order. A few minutes later her assistant returned, he hung the car keys on the key rack and then walked over to her desk.

“Runs good boss,” he said.

“Go ahead and lock up for the night,” she replied.

“Sure thing,” he said.

He started to close the bay doors while she finished up the paperwork. She printed out the document and stuffed it into a folder to give to the customer when they came to pick up their car. Her assistant finished and walked back over to her desk leaning against it.

“So boss any chance of you joining for some drinks?” He asked.

“Slim to none,” she replied.

“Ah come on this has to be something I can do to change your mind,” he said.

“You can stick your balls in that vice and squeeze,” she replied.

She gestured to the big bench vice on the worktable.

“Alright,” he said.

She looked up at him incredulously.

“I was just messing around,” she replied.

“I wasn’t,” he said.

She looked at him for a moment before glancing at his crotch and then over at the vice. A smirk grew on her face.

“You know what fine do it and I’ll go out with you,” she replied.

“You mean it?!” He asked.

“Yeah, why not but you’d better really smash those things not half-assing if you want me,” she replied.

He rushed over to the vice and started to dress kicking off his boots and unzipping his coveralls as she walked over. He let his coveralls fall to the floor and then stepped out of them before pulling down his boxers, revealing his rather impressive package. He adjusted the vice so that it was at hip level and then opened the steel jaws wide enough to slide his scrotum into before turning the handle closing the cold metal around his soft flesh. She watched as his manhood was flattened the eggs sized organs slowly deforming under the relentless pressure of the vice. After a few turns he paused and looked over at her expectantly.

“Keep going,” she said.

He nodded and started to turn the handle again, two things started to happen first was that he was started to shake from the pain and second was that his member stiffened growing to an impressive size. He turned the handle a few more times before stopping, he was trembling now with beads of sweat growing on his forehead.

“I can’t…,” he said.

“Let me,” she replied.

She put her hand on the handle and looked at him smiling, he nodded, and she started to turn. He placed both his hands on the workbench to steady himself and the pressure grew his testicles had deformed to the point where they were nearly flat by this point. Despite the pain he was clearly precum glistened on the head of his member.

“Stop I can’t take anymore!” He said.

“Are you sure you want me to stop? Because just one more turn and you can have me,” she replied.

He looked at her again with big pleading eyes before finally nodding. She smiled and him and then quickly turned the handle, about halfway through the final rotation two loud pops came from between the jaws of the vice and he screamed. Seed shot from his member spraying all over the workbench and he started to shake his breath becoming ragged. She kept turning the handle until she’d finished the last revolution. She quickly loosened the jaws allowing him to remove his flattened manhood. It began to swell almost immediately growing to a massive size.

“We’d better get you to the hospital before we go get drinks, I’ll get me keys put your clothes back on,” she said.

She walked away heading to her desk to retrieve her purse.