Dylan speeds through traffic

Weaving in and out of traffic, Dylan flew threw intersections, barely avoiding red traffic signals along the way. In his effort to make up for lost time, he had completely forgotten to attach his lap belt. And when a distracted jogger ran into the street without looking, Dylan was **** to slam on the brakes as hard as he could to save the woman's life. The pedestrian was unharmed and remained completely unaware of her near, early demise. Poor Dylan however, was lifted by the momentum of his vehicle and was sent flying forward into the steering wheel, ensuring a lasting memory that he would not soon forget. And as luck would have it, this particular steering wheel was designed with a curved metal bar on either side to form an incomplete circle, and the bottom of one bar came up between the young man's meaty thighs to collide with his already aching male organs.

After releasing a loud cry of agony and landing back into a seating position, Dylan gently massaged his balls **** to soothe the pain emanating from within. Other drivers behind the young man impatiently honked their horns, allowing Dylan almost no time to recover from the self-inflicted injury. Struggling now to operate the compact speed-machine, he managed to regain velocity and rejoin the flow of traffic. He decided it was a good idea to buckle up for fear of another testicle-related incident.

Dylan guided the luxury, designer seatbelt over his head and clicked it into place between his legs, tightening the belt enough for security, but keeping it loose enough for comfort. When he glanced back at the road ahead of him, he saw several stopped cars at the red light. His heart sank as his whole body prepared to slam on the brakes once more. He knew it would leave his manhood bruised for days to come, but the alternatives were grim. As his tires came to a screeching halt, his privates were compressed between the metal seat buckle the weight of his body, which was still traveling at speeds of 60 miles an hour!

Once again, he had saved countless, innocent lives from his own reckless behavior. But once again, he also felt the dull ache of his forever swelling mound of anguish that was permanently attached to his lap. His vision was blurred and he couldn't quite read the what time it was.