Snapshot: The intern

This is the third part of a loose series of short stories inspired by pictures that I found on the web. They don't necessarily feature any of the regular characters. If you have an inspiring picture let me know by leaving a comment or sending me an email (alex@ballbustingboys.org).

Previous parts:
The loser
The farmer's sons

"Yes, sir", Jed nodded slowly. "Got it."

In front of him, the partners of Dickerson, Sacks and Crusher were lined up to take a shot at Jed's testicles.

As usual, Mr. Dickerson was the first one to throw his ball at the intern's nutsack.

Mr. Dickerson was a nice guy. Jed liked him. He always had a nice word for the interns, and he treated them like human beings - unlike some of the other partners who didn't even greet them back when they walked past them on the hallway.

Today was no exception.

"Nice sack", Mr. Dickerson said, smiling at Jed as he weighed the baseball in his hand.



"Thank you, sir", Jed said, beaming with pride.

"Got a girlfriend?" Mr. Dickerson asked.

Jed nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Tell her I'm sorry", Mr. Dickerson smiled.

"What?" Jed blinked. Then he got it. "Oh, yeah. Sure. Yeah, I'll tell her, sir." He laughed politely, as the rest of the room roared with laughter.

Dickerson, Sacks and Crusher had introduced their weekly motivational meeting a couple of weeks ago. Every Monday, one of the interns was invited into Mr. Dickerson's corner office for a ball game. It proved to be much more efficient than office golf to give everybody a sense of superiority and strength, and the much-needed confidence for the various meetings with high-profile clients that took place in the building's conference rooms.

At first, the interns hadn't been too enthusiastic about their new assignment. But Mr. Dickerson made sure they got compensated with a nice bonus depending on the damage to the contents of their scrotums.

Mr. Dickerson winked at Jed and hurled the ball at his spuds.

The ball connected with a wet splat, flattening Jed's meaty balls like pancakes. Jed's eyes lost focus and his cheeks puffed. His face turned white as a sheet. For a moment, it looked like he was going to throw up.

The room erupted in cheers and applause, and Mr. Dickerson chuckled, raising his hand in victory over Jed's young manhood.

"How are you, boy?" Mr. Dickerson grinned after the noise had died down.

"Well, sir..." Jed's voice trailed off.

"That was pretty good, wasn't it?" Mr. Dickerson chuckled.

"Yes, it was, sir. Congratulations, sir", Jed croaked. "You got both of them dead-on, sir. Great shot, sir."

Mr. Dickerson laughed. "Well, with a nice, big target like that."

Jed groaned. "Thank you, sir. That's very kind, sir."

Mr. Dickerson turned to his partners. "Who's next?"