Taekwondo accident part 3

A brief moment of panic surged through Amber as she studied Tom's badly swollen testicles. She knew she'd kicked hard, but the extent of the damage startled her. They needed to be checked, and thankfully, Amber had just the right person in mind.

"Mandi, can you come over? I think Tom needs some help." Amber called her older sister, a registered nurse. Mandi, standing a few inches taller than Amber, shared her petite frame. Her body mirrored Amber's in its athletic tightness, with muscular legs and an impressive bust of her own, her breasts fuller and slightly larger than her younger sister's.

While waiting for Mandi, Amber quickly slipped into a loose t-shirt and pair of shorts, the earlier moment of excitement giving way to concern. As much as he might have enjoyed the sight of Amber's bare breasts, Tom was too immersed in his throbbing pain to show any disappointment. He lay there, whimpering softly, his eyes closed tightly against the harsh reality of his agony.

The door creaked open, and Mandi walked in, a small medical bag in hand. She couldn't help a smirk at the sight of Tom, half-naked and cradling his groin. "Wow, Amb, what did you do to him?" she asked, her tone bemused yet professional.

"It was an accident," Amber explained quickly. "We were sparring, and I kinda kicked him...hard."

Mandi shook her head, a chuckle escaping her lips. She knelt down beside Tom, her experienced eyes assessing the swollen mess of his testicles. "I've seen my fair share of swollen balls, but these...these take the cake," she remarked, her eyebrows rising.

Her hands, cool and steady, gently prodded at the inflamed area. Tom hissed, a fresh wave of tears pooling in his eyes as Mandi checked him over. Despite the pain, her touch brought some relief.

"I don't think there's permanent damage, but we should probably run some tests, just to be sure." She announced after a while, her voice still light but carrying a note of seriousness.

Tom let out a whimper, whether from relief or fear of more tests, it wasn't clear. Amber watched silently, her thoughts a whirl of emotions. She felt guilty, yes, but there was also an undercurrent of fascination, a thrill she hadn't expected. Her eyes drifted from Tom's tear-streaked face to Mandi's confident one, then down to his abused groin.

A kick. A single, powerful kick from her, had reduced Tom to this state. The thought made her heartbeat quicken.

With a grimace, Mandi rifled through her bag, pulling out a small, rubber medical mallet. Tom's eyes widened in fear, his breathing quickening as he eyed the mallet. "Wait, you're not gonna..." he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mandi nodded, a serious expression on her face. "It's the best way to test for any serious injury without an expensive trip to the ER," she explained calmly. "I need to test their resilience in a controlled environment." Amber stepped up beside her, her arm reaching out to grip Tom's hand tightly.

"Trust us, Tom," Amber reassured him. Her t-shirt clung to her body, emphasizing the contours of her breasts. "It'll be quick. I promise."

Reluctantly, Tom agreed, his jaw clenching in anticipation. Mandi took a moment to position the mallet, her other hand resting gently on his bruised testicles. With a sharp, quick motion, she delivered a firm strike to the center of his left testicle.

An audible gasp echoed through the room as Tom's body arched involuntarily, a low, pained groan escaping his lips. His hands shot down to protect his groin, but Amber was quick, her small yet strong hands pushing his away. Her shirt strained over her breasts as she leaned over him, her heart pounding in her chest. She had to admit, the sight of Tom in such a vulnerable state stirred something within her, an indescribable power that sent a thrill coursing through her veins.

"No, no, no, you gotta hold still, Tom," Amber urged, her tone surprisingly firm as she used her body to hold him down. Her breasts pressed against his chest, providing an oddly comforting weight amidst his pain.

With a nod from Amber, Mandi brought the mallet down again, this time onto his right testicle. Tom's reaction was even more extreme than the first, his body convulsing as he cried out in pain. Mandi watched intently, checking for any abnormal deformation.

"Hold on, Tom, we're almost done," Amber cooed, trying to soothe him.

The final tests went on much the same, Tom writhing and groaning with each strike, and Amber trying her best to keep him still. Mandi remained focused, but she couldn't help a few smiles when Tom's had a particularly high pitched cry.

When it was over, Tom lay panting, his face pale and beads of sweat dotting his forehead. Amber gave him a reassuring smile, her thumb gently stroking his hand. His testicles, while sore, seemed to hold up under the stress tests.

Mandi packed up her mallet, the small frown on her face finally easing. "It looks like they're mostly OK," she concluded, shooting Amber a pointed look.


A sigh of relief had barely left Tom's lips when Mandi turned around, her brows furrowed. "One final test, Tom," she announced. Tom's heart thudded against his chest, his wide-eyed gaze shifting between Amber and Mandi.

"What now?" he croaked out, his voice barely audible.

Mandi pulled on a pair of latex gloves, the rubber stretching taut against her hands. "I need to check their resilience against pressure, Tom. I have to... squeeze them," she explained, her tone clinical.

Tom choked out a strangled sound, his gaze darting to Amber. Amber simply held his hand tighter, her eyes glinting with anticipation. Mandi knelt down beside him, her eyes focused on his bruised and swollen testicles.

As Mandi's hands closed around his testicles, Tom's breath hitched, his body tensing up. A low whine escaped him as she started to apply pressure, her grip firm and unyielding.

Amber held him down, her petite yet powerful body easily restraining him. Her breasts swayed with each motion, their movement captivating despite the situation.

"Shhh... Just hold still, Tom," Amber cooed, her eyes locked on Mandi's hands, the sight stirring an unexpected thrill within her.

The squeeze lasted an excruciatingly long time, Mandi thorough in her examination. Each time her grip tightened, Tom would squirm and whimper, his hands clutching onto Amber's for dear life.

The way Tom's body jerked, the cries that he let out, only made Amber more curious. A part of her wished she could be the one exerting the pressure, to feel that same power coursing through her veins.

Mandi finally released his testicles, pulling off her gloves and packing them away. Tom slumped against the couch, panting heavily. Amber watched him closely, her mind already spinning with possibilities.

"All done, Tom," Mandi stated, patting his leg reassuringly. "I think you'll be alright. They held up well under pressure. Just put ice on them, okay?" She glanced at Amber, a stern look on her face. "And try not to kick him again."

Amber simply nodded, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as Mandi left. Alone with Tom again, she looked down at him, a curious gleam in her eyes. "Well, that was interesting, wasn't it?" she asked, her fingers tracing small circles on his hand.

All Tom could do was nod weakly, a whimper escaping him as he clutched his abused testicles.