Lifting the lid of the slim box, Jason looked down and saw something in leather, shaped like a spoon and stitched at the sides. Prying it out of the box, Jason could smell the oiled leather, and felt that the object had a certain heft to it, making it heavier than Jason expected. It was covered in stitched leather, and flat, but with a round end, sort of like a heavy spoon. There was a thong running through an eyelet in the handle, and Jason noted some kind of bulge, a weight at the striking end. At the bowl end of the “spoon,” there was a lump of a heavy, dense metal. He could see that whatever he held, another one just like it remained in the bottom of the box.

Jason saw a note in the side of the box, which he pried out and unfolded to read it. “First game wealth bonus: Tool, depleted uranium sap and trainer.” Jason knew that depleted uranium was one of the densest, hardest substances known, so it was used for tank armor and anti-tank rounds, but what was a sap?

The cop, who had a sallow complexion indicating that rye whiskey was a good friend of his, saw Jason’s puzzled look. He took a puff of his cigarette and then laid it onto the rim of a glass ashtray. “It’s a sap,” the cop explained. “An old tool used by cops to even the odds. It doesn’t matter how big a guy is, if he gets hit by one of these, he goes down. Hit the back of your hand lightly with the bulging part of the sap.”

Jason lightly rapped with the bulging spot, where the bowl of the “spoon” lay, against the back of his hand, and could feel something heavy and dense penetrate deeply through the bones of the back of his hand. The feeling was scary, because he realized that with any force at all, the pain would be excruciating, most likely resulting in broken bones.

“In a sap we have something like a thick spoon shape, made from spring metal, so it has some bounce and whip to it.” The cop pointed to various parts of the sap as he spoke. “At the rounded end we have two lumps of lead attached, so it hits like a ton of bricks. If I hit you with a stick or a pipe, because it’s solid, part of the force bounces back on impact. But because the sap bends on impact, it transfers all of its energy to the target. So in the sap we have a tool that can dish out agonizing levels of pain, and take the fight right out of a man, or if we have to, we’ve got destructive levels of force, and can take somebody apart. Follow me.”

The cop placed the cigarette back between his lips, then got up from his seat and led Jason down the hall. The restrooms were on the right, but the cop went down the hall to a door, which he pushed open. Inside the room there was a heavy bag, and a speed bag—the kind where a tear-shaped bag hung from a round sheet of plywood, and bounced like crazy when hit. There was a double-end ball, with an elastic cord anchoring it from the top to the ceiling, and from the bottom to a staple in the floor. Most interesting of all, though, was the mannequin standing near one corner, wearing a shirt and slacks.

“Woolworth’s didn’t need it anymore,” the cop said, and waved Jason over to where he stood facing the mannequin. “You nearly got killed yesterday. I’ve got a feeling it won’t be the last time you run into the mayor’s RAPE goons. Goddamn Dego thinks he runs the whole city, and he’s power mad.”

The cop stood in front of the mannequin with his hands hanging down at his sides, then raised his left hand to take a drag from his cigarette and flick off the ash, before replacing it in his mouth. In an instant, he whipped something out from his back pocket and struck the mannequin three times in rapid succession. He now walked up to Jason and handed him something thin and flat, maybe eight inches long, which Jason recognized was a sap. “Actually, that’s a trainer, otherwise I would have destroyed the mannequin there.”

The cop handed Jason the trainer. He turned around to show Jason his leg. “Right here at the back of the thigh, I have a small pocket sewn. With my hand hanging behind me, I can reach the sap and grab it with almost no movement.”

The cop took the trainer sap back from Jason and slipped it into his behind-the-thigh pocket, then demonstrated how, with his hand hanging relaxed at his side, he could draw the sap in an instant and whip it into the arm of the mannequin.

“There’s just one simple rule for the sap: against muscles, we chop with the thin edge, like it’s an axe. This allows the sap to penetrate deeply into muscle groups causing pain and disruption, like a Charlie horse. Against bone, we hit with the flat of the sap, striking with the lump of lead, which causes the most pain and can break bones.”

“So, watch. I hit the point of the elbow with the flat lead end, then chop down into the thigh with the thin edge.” The cop demonstrated in slow motion on the mannequin. He then handed the training sap to Jason, and walked him though the attacks, hitting with the flat lead end against the back of the hand, the point of the elbow, the kneecap, and the jaw, temple, and behind the ear. Next, Jason was chopping, into the forearm and bicep, into the thigh and calf, or into the muscles at the side of the neck and the trapezius above the shoulder. Jason learned to twist his hand to hit with the flat against the opponent’s temple, or down into the collarbone.

“I think that’s it for today,” the cop announced. “Practice just a bit every day. In an emergency, you can make a sap from a rock, a bolt, or a bar of soap in a sock, and for a trainer, just roll up another sock inside a gym sock.”

“Thanks. What do I owe you?” Jason thought about how much money he had on him. “Not to mention you saved my ass yesterday.”

“Nothing. I’ve been a cop for a long time, and I’m retired now. I fought a lot of bad guys, and took a lot of shortcuts along the way.” The cop retrieved the trainer sap from Jason and tucked it into his breast pocket. “I still don’t know if I feel guilty or not. But for the time being, I’m gonna help people who need it.”

“Okay, well, thanks again,” Jason said. “I owe you one.”

“Don’t underestimate the sap,” the cop warned him as they walked out of the small gym at the back of the bar and the cop made his way to what appeared to Jason to be his customary spot at the table. “If that goon had given us trouble yesterday, I would have used the sap on him. Could’ve have killed him with it if we had to. Can I get you a drink?”

“Thanks, sir, but I’ve got to get home.” Jason shook hands with the cop and was soon out on the chilly sidewalk, headed to the rescue mission.

* * *

Jason entered the rescue mission and made his way down the hall to his new room. It was a small improvement, but it was an improvement. Jason thought he started to see the wisdom of his grandfather. You don’t have to be rich, just work to build wealth, and don’t fuck it up by getting married, getting some chick pregnant, or going into debt.

When he opened the door to his room, he was surprised the sight of a table cloth on his table, and a vase with a few flowers in it, and linens on his cot, where Sister Belinda sat.

“I thought I’d help you get situated,” Sister Belinda told him, and his eyes were drawn to the massive melons thrusting out from her chest and nearly spilling out of her cleavage. “Let me help you with that jacket,” Sister Belinda said as she got up and discretely locked the door. She slid his jacket off of him then slipped it over a hanger, which she hung in his stand-up closet. The sister then helped him out of his shirt, then shoes, socks, slacks, and briefs, so that his junk hung down in front of her face where she sat on the bed.

“My goodness, Brother Jason, you get bigger all the time,” she gasped. “It think it only appropriate that we dedicate this new room of yours.”

“Dedicate?” he wondered, and there was no telling what she had in mind, but he was certain it was something kinky.

She began to unbutton her top, and Jason began running his hands over the soft flesh in her cleavage. “That’s it, Brother Jason, lay your hands on me.” She then reached behind her and unhooked her bra, at which point her huge tits dropped and bounced. She drew her bra forward and off of her, laying it to one side of the bed. Jason immediately dropped down beside her and sucked in her wide, soft nipples, while she ran her fingers through his hair. “Suck them, Jason.”

Jason complied, sucking in one wide nipple then another as he ran his hands over her cone-shaped jugs. She was fishing the bottle of coconut oil out of her purse and slathering it over Jason’s member, which had begun to grow due to the attention, not to mention the excitement that the sister’s enormous tits caused him to feel. “Here, brother,” Sister Belinda said, handing him the bottle of oil. “Anoint my breasts.”

Jason happily complied, slathering the oil over her soft fat tits, while she flogged his stiffening pole, whipping it into a fierce erection. He slathered the oil as high as her collarbone, and down to her navel. The shapely woman leaned back with her back on the bed, and pushed her tits together. “Use my breasts as a womb, Brother Jason.”

Obeying, Jason climbed up onto her stomach and inserted his erection between her plump, oily tits, and then began driving his stiff pole through the valley formed between her huge knockers. “I know you don’t have much money, Brother Jason, but the Lord has blessed you with genital abundance. That’s it, just use my bazooms for your pleasure. And mine.”

“Genital abundance?” Jason’s cockhead slid through the soft valley of flesh between her mammaries, which she forced together, making it tighter for him. The dome emerged from the top of her cleavage, near her chin, trailing a thin strand of clear pre-cum. With her tongue, she reached down and licked the slit in his glans, which caused him to moan at the sensuality of the sight.

“Have you heard of the Pearl of Great Price? In the Bible a man found a valuable pearl, and sold everything that he had to buy it,’ Sister Belinda explained. “In your balls you’ve got pearls of treasure, brother, and I want you to give me a pearl necklace.”

So that’s where this was headed. Jason enjoyed the feeling of his slick cock sliding through her greasy jugs, and the sight of her cupping her breasts, pointing her fat nipples at him. She reached down and massaged his scrotum, eliciting a groan from Jason. “Go ahead, brother, shoot your pearls all over my soft titties.”

Jason couldn’t hold out much longer, and found himself driving his hips, making his greasy pole plow in and out of the channel between the voluptuous sister’s slick jugs. She grabbed his buttocks and began pulling him into her cleavage, then used one hand to pull him in and the other to push her breasts together, which glistened in the light of a single lightbulb overhead.

“I wanna wear your pearly treasure, brother,” she sighed.

Jason thrust more furiously, making longer strokes as he felt the pleasure build in his groin, to the point that the first geyser of semen shot out of his cockhead and lay a slick trail in the valley ahead of his erection, which plowed through his greasy cream as it spat again, this time splaying a thick, pearly trail over Sister Belinda’s upper chest. He alternated, hosing down the channel between her breasts with his spunk, then throwing bolts of jism over the sister’s upper chest, which was soon thick with his glutinous cream. Drops of spunk like pearls glistened on the soft skin of her chest and in the milky valley between her breasts.

Jason was about to pull out, when she grasped his slick member and began jerking it, whipping out the last droplets over her mountains of flesh. He sputtered and shook, snapping his head from side to side in his delirious pleasure, until she was done and he dropped onto the bed beside her.

“You have a gift, Brother Jason,” she said as she ran her fingertips through the pearly necklace made of his soft, warm cum, decorating her plump jugs and her upper chest. “I feel like the wealthiest woman in the world.”

“You know sister, if I had a million dollars, I don’t know how it could feel better than this.”

The two of them looked at each other and kissed. Jason ran his hand over her soft stomach, then over her slick nipple. Maybe The Midas Game wasn’t so bad after all.