There are a few cold days in June, when the temperature drops and Jack finds himself smoking for reasons other than sexual experimentation. Winter Blast has one very nice side-effect, which turns out to be resistance to all kinds of cold. So while the nasty wet weather has everyone else huddled inside, he’s able to do his chores like usual and muck about outside.
It’s also a chance to test out Winter Blast and see if it has the same effect on him that Incinerate did. That’s when Jack discovers one major downside to his late-night experiments: when you get in trouble, nobody knows where you are and nobody can help you. Not that he necessarily wants anyone to find him, not when he’s frozen to the hayloft floor and any amount of pulling just makes it worse. It was going well until he decided to ice-blast himself and… well. He should have known. This was not one of his brightest moves.
He’s got enough EVE left that he’s able to get a fire going in his palms, though there’s not enough to blast and melt himself free. Instead, he spends the better part of two hours slowly melting his thighs and groin free of the ice block. Any enjoyment he got out of it is completely ruined and there’s a dull throb in his balls that doesn’t go away even after he gets his pants on. Lesson learned: don’t ice blast any part of himself, ever.
Jack heads back to his bedroom as the sun starts to come up. It’s going to be a long, cold day. He better hope there’s hot water left in the house because he needs a warm shower.
There’s one upside to all of this: after the mess with Winter Blast, he decides to skip Sonic Boom entirely. It’s one thing to freeze your junk in ice and another to hit it with gale force winds.
Jack Off - Winter Blast
It’s also a chance to test out Winter Blast and see if it has the same effect on him that Incinerate did. That’s when Jack discovers one major downside to his late-night experiments: when you get in trouble, nobody knows where you are and nobody can help you. Not that he necessarily wants anyone to find him, not when he’s frozen to the hayloft floor and any amount of pulling just makes it worse. It was going well until he decided to ice-blast himself and… well. He should have known. This was not one of his brightest moves.
He’s got enough EVE left that he’s able to get a fire going in his palms, though there’s not enough to blast and melt himself free. Instead, he spends the better part of two hours slowly melting his thighs and groin free of the ice block. Any enjoyment he got out of it is completely ruined and there’s a dull throb in his balls that doesn’t go away even after he gets his pants on. Lesson learned: don’t ice blast any part of himself, ever.
Jack heads back to his bedroom as the sun starts to come up. It’s going to be a long, cold day. He better hope there’s hot water left in the house because he needs a warm shower.
There’s one upside to all of this: after the mess with Winter Blast, he decides to skip Sonic Boom entirely. It’s one thing to freeze your junk in ice and another to hit it with gale force winds.