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by Astrobro

by Astrobro

You pull up to the Papa John restaurant. Unfortunately, your dick is hard. You glare outside the window and see him, Big Papa.

You stare at his pantalones, HIS DICK IS PIERCING THE HEAVENS. Your raging diamond hard boner strikes again.

You exit the car, leaving the now cold pizza in the car. You slowly approch Papa John.

"Delivery Guy?"

"Yes, Mr. Schnatter." you say as you try to avoid his piercing glare.

Papa John grabs your shoulders roughly, forcing you to flinch and stare into his alluring brown eyes.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you to look people in the eyes when you're speaking to them?"

You begin to sweat.

"Y-yes sir.."

Papa John sighs.

"Ah...What am I going to do with you? You messed up three orders already! I take pride in my business. I won't let your mistakes mess up what I worked my entire life to create!"

More tears flow down your face. Strangely enough, you're getting more aroused by him bad-mouthing you. You cross your legs trying to hide your furious boner. However, your actions were futile.

Papa glances down. He notices your turbulent weenier and smirks.

"Wow." Papa places his hand on his hip. "Delivery Guy, you sure are picking heat."

You gulp, trying hard not to unleash lil Jumbo to the world (again). Tears continue to flow off your face. Like the last time, you begin to think of ways to stop yourself from nutting. Staring into Mr. Schnatter's deep brown eyes, you begin picturing 17 starving Cambodian children. However, you only get harder. 17 Cambodian Papa John look alikes appear in your mind.

"WAIT PLEASE STOP!!! I CAN ONLY GET SO HARD!!!!!!!"

"Hold on now. What is this abo-" Papa John was cut off by the screaming of his delivery man.

This scream was louder and more passionate than his last. This can't be happening. You, the delivery man, nutting and screaming while maintaining eye contact with the man for your dreams. If you were going to shoot your goo here and now, it should be the most graceful nut ever produced.

Your pants are eradicated from the overwhelming force of your shaft. Just as you were going into the Mach 5 of nutting, Papa John grabs your dick.

You were startled, for disrupting such a powerful force is deadly for a mere human. Although, this isn't just a regular human, this is business man extraordinair, John Schnatter.

You stare up at the god whose currently holding your penis.

"Bad Delivery men must be punished. Understand?"

You nod. You've never seen Mr. Schnatter act like this. Papa John tightens his grip on your schlong.

"Good. Now wait in the break room for me and stay there."

Suddenly, you remember you're still outside. Not even the seer embarrassment can stop your raging penis. You see neighbors and bystanders converse about you, the half naked Papa John's delivery guy. Were you always just known as the delivery guy? What was even your life before working at Papa John's? Was your only purpose in this life is to work tireless works for a multimillion dollar corporation only to gain minimum wage that can barely support your way of living?

You look over at Papa John. You glance at his tight red shirt which conceals that thick, glorious chest. Wiping a bead of sweat from his large forehead, he hurries me to go inside.

Bare bottom exposed to the world, you speed walk into the restaurant.

This is only the beginning.