New Self Defense Class at Washington High - Chapter 14, part 4 - Carl and his Entourage Head to the Studio

**Chapter 14, part 4 - Carl and his Entourage Head to the Studio**

“I didn’t know you were coming with, Miss H,” Carl said, grabbing his singlet to cover himself and delighted to see she was wearing her tight pink leggings and white, long sleeve crop top that she had on at school. She looked amazing as usual.

“Yeah, Katie thought it would be better for her to meet your mother if I came along. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, no. Not at all,” Carl said with glee.

Miss H offered her hand to help Carl up off the living room floor, catching a glimpse of his huge nuts as he stood up.

“You’re going to be a great model,” she whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down Carl’s spine.

The young man sheepishly nodded saying, “I hope so.”

Barb was sitting next to Katie on the sofa when she asked to clear up how much her son would be compensated for modeling the swimsuits.

“Well, to start, we pay $500 each session,” Katie said. “I’m hoping we can get through a photo session and a TV spot tonight, so Carl and Emma will each earn $1000, just for tonight.”

“Wow, really?” Barb said, excitedly sitting up higher on the couch.

“Yes, and they can earn even more should the ads do well,” Katie said. “And with Carl’s - um - talents, I think he’ll be a shoo-in to have multiple shoots.”

“Did you hear that honey?” Barb said to her son with a huge grin.

“Maybe we should get going to the studio. The sooner we start, the sooner we can make this young man a star!” Katie said to the group.

“Do you want me to follow you in our car?” Barb asked.

“Oh, that won’t be necessary,” Katie said, “Look out there,” she said pointing out the front window.

Lucy ran to the front of the living room to look out the window. “Wow! Look at the size of that limo! Do you think there’s room for me to come along?”

“I think that would be just fine. It will be nice for Carl to have the support.” “Yay! Thank you! I’ve never been in a limo before!” Lucy exclaimed. “Mom, are you coming?”

Barb looked over to Katie, looking for approval.

“I would hope your mother is coming,” Katie said, putting her hand on her back.

“It’s settled, then,” Bard said standing up. “Carl, honey, why don’t you go get changed and we’ll head out.”

Carl gingerly walked across the living room floor and then slowly made his way upstairs to his bedroom. Seeing how difficult it was for him, Barb made her way up the stairs to check on her son.

When she got to his room she noticed the door was open and Carl had his back to the door and was bending over to put on some basketball shorts. She could see his two enormous orbs dangling between his legs and felt a little twitch of excitement over how much money they could earn for the family. As Carl pulled up his shorts, Barb knocked on the open door.

“Hey honey, how are you feeling?”

Carl jumped at hearing his mother’s voice and turned to face her.

“I’m good. I can’t believe they want me to be a model! Isn't that cool?!” Carl said.

“That's wonderful. But I meant, how are your nuts doing?” Barb asked. “They’ve taken quite a beating lately."

“They’re still pretty sore, I guess” he said.

“Yeah, that Hickory Nut Crunch can be a doozy, can’t it? You going to be okay for the modeling tonight?”

“I think so, yeah.”

“Good, we promised the school that you’d be there for the demonstration on Friday so let’s be sure to keep those things healthy!” Barb said.

“Yes, ma’am,” Carl respectfully agreed.

“You’re not going to wear those basketball shorts to the shoot, are you?” She asked.

“What? Why not?” Carl asked in return.

Barb crossed the room, put her arm around her son and said, “Did you hear how much they’re going to pay us, I mean, you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And you know why they’re paying you to model, right?” She said, pulling him in tight.

“Because of my nuts?”

“Precisely. Because of your nuts, honey. Now, why don’t you put on those pants I got you for Christmas last year - you know, the ones with the pouch in front.”

“Those?” Carl said indignantly. “But they make my junk stick out so much.”

“Exactly,” Barb said as she patted her son on the butt. “It’s those nuts that are going to make us a lot of money. Showing them off a little will only help you. You might consider wearing those to school from now on. You know, to promote the brand. Now go put those on and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Barb made her way downstairs where she was met by her daughter, Lucy, the Phy Ed teacher, Miss H, Emma, and Katie. A moment later, Carl slowly plopped his way down the stairs. Every woman had their eyes glued to his package as it protruded from his body and bounced with every step he took. The pants looked like someone had sewn a large bean bag to the front and stuffed it with two very large objects. The room was silent as the spectacle unfolded. Then Katie finally broke the tension.

“Those things are amazing,” she said and the room burst out in laughter.

“I wouldn’t go to the gym in that outfit,” his sister Lucy said laughing, “someone might think you were trying to steal a couple of basketballs!” More laughter erupted.

When Carl finally made it to the bottom of the stairs, Katie put her arm around him and said, “You ready to be a star?” Carl nodded. “Well, then, let’s go!”

They all made their way outside to the limo where a female driver was waiting outside the back door with it open.

“Wow, we even have our own driver!” Lucy yelled. “This is so cool!”

One by one the group filed into the car until only Carl remained outside.

“May I take your fanny pack?” The driver asked.

“My what?” Carl asked confused.

Without waiting for approval, the driver decided to show initiative and simply reached out and grabbed the bulge sticking out from Carl’s waist, assuming it was a fanny pack. Carl stood frozen in fear. By this time all of the ladies in the car saw what was happening and not one of them tried to stop the driver. Instead they all giggled uncontrollably as the poor driver pulled harder and harder on Carl’s sack. It was like watching a tug-o-war competition.

“Sir, I can take this up front with me if you would just unfasten it from your waist,” the driver said as she pulled even harder.

“Just let her bring that up front!” Lucy yelled to her brother. "Don't be rude!"

“You guys!” Carl yelled back, “This isn’t funny.”

The driver, now more determined than ever, grabbed the sack with both hands, placed her right foot up on Carl’s thigh, and started tugging with all her might.

The ladies in the car were now in hysterics at the sight. Emma even took out her phone and took a few pics. Not wanting her meal ticket too damaged, Katie finally exited the car, gently placed her right hand on the driver’s hands that still had Carl’s nuts in a death-grip, and she whispered something to the driver. Stunned, the driver looked down at what was in her hands, she gave one more tug to be sure, then gritted her teeth, let go of the sack and softly said, “I’m soooo sorry, sir. I thought… I mean, I didn’t know that was your, ah. I have ice in the car if you want some.”

“It’s okay,” Carl said with a slightly higher voice. “It was an honest mistake. I’ll be okay.”

The driver, with a red face, slowly back-peddled away from Carl, turned and briskly walked back to the driver’s seat not knowing how she’ll ever live this down.

The ladies didn’t know what to say when Carl entered the car. Most had their hands over their mouths to keep from exploding in laughter when Barb spoke up. “I guess she really wanted to take that fanny pack from you!” Instantly igniting another round of laughter.

The ride into the city took about 30 minutes. Katie stared in awe as Carl’s nuts bounced up and down with every pot hole or bump they hit. Her mouth started to go dry so she reached for a bottle of water.

“Honey, you know, I was thinking,” Barb said to Carl. “With this extra money you’ll have coming in, you can probably take up horse riding lessons again.”

Katie spit her water out onto the floor. All of the ladies paused and looked over at her.

“He takes…horse riding lessons?” Katie said, amused by the thought.

“Yes. He has since he was 8,” Barb said. “But we had to stop a few months ago because of the expense.”

Katie had a hard time disguising her laughter. “You mean to tell me, with THOSE nuts, Carl got onto the back of a horse and would ride it?”

The women looked at each other and once again started giggling.

“You have to admit,” Miss H said, “That would be quite a sight!” Carl dropped his head in embarrassment. Sensing his discomfort, she added, “Carl, you poor dear. That just had to be so uncomfortable for you.”

“I got used to it,” he mumbled.

“That’s probably how your nuts got so tough,” Miss H said confidently.

“Yeah, the first couple times he tried it I could see how badly he limped after each session,” Barb said, “but I encouraged him to keep going. I mean, it couldn’t have hurt that bad. Plus, he looked so cute in his little riding outfit.”

Lucy let out a loud laugh.

“What?” Barb said, “he was quite handsome in that outfit.”

“Sure, but those pants were so tight both of his nuts stuck WAY out,” Lucy said holding back her laughter. “And it didn’t help that by the end of each practice his nuts swelled up so bad you could see them from space!”

“Oh, no!” Miss H said covering her mouth, “that’s awful, you poor dear!”

“Yeah, his instructor once asked me why he was wearing so much padding in his pants,” Barb chimed in. “I didn’t know what she was talking about at the time. And one day she pulled me aside and said that if he planned on participating in any competitions that he’d have to lose the padding.”

“Oh, no. What did you do?” Katie asked.

“Well, I had no idea what she was talking about so I just kept saying he wouldn’t wear any padding once competitions started,” Barb said. “Then when the first competition came his instructor and three judges pulled us aside and…” Barb paused and looked at Carl. “Is it okay if I tell them, honey?”

“I’d rather you not,” Carl said quietly.

“I haven’t even heard this!” Lucy said, her eyes perking up.

“Honey, you are about to model your nuts for all of these ladies - and for the WORLD to see - I think it will be okay if I tell them this one little story,” Barb said. Carl mumbled something that seemed like compliance.

“Mom, tell us!” Lucy said.

“Well, you know how his practice pants were really tight?” Barb said leaning forward in her seat, the other four females now listening with rapt attention. “Well, the ones they sell you for competitions are even tighter than those. I mean, it’s like he’s wearing tights.”

“What color were they?” An entranced Emma asked.

“Tan!” Barb said. “So they were kind of see-through. Carl came out of his bedroom wearing his boxers underneath and I immediately told him had had to take those off - you could totally see his boxers!”

“So what did he wear underneath this pants?” Emma asked.

“We tried a couple different things - even one of my thongs. Because, you know, no panty lines,” Barb said.

“Mom!” Carl said annoyed.

“Well, I’m sorry but it’s true,” she said. “But none of those worked so he just went commando.”

“Oh, no, really?” Katie said kind of laughing.

“It was the only thing that worked,” Barb said, then she leaned in to whisper to the others, “Although, you could kind of see some of the veins in his nuts through the pants. But just the prominent ones.”

All of the ladies brought their hands up to their mouths that were wide in astonishment.

“Anyway, so they brought us into this room under the bleachers and the head judge just came right out and said, ‘Young man, you will be disqualified if you don’t remove the padding from your riding trousers immediately,’ and I just started laughing and told them that he wasn’t wearing any padding, that I was sure to inspect the pants before I gave them to him.”

“What did they say?” Miss H asked.

“Oh, they were all like, ‘Ma’am, it is quite obvious to all of us that this young man is wearing padding down there,’ and I assured them that he was not. So the head judge, who was starting to get irritated, took out a riding crop and slammed it up between poor Carl’s legs, saying, ‘so what is THIS?’ and we all heard a loud crunch.” Barb paused and looked at all of the ladies. “I mean, it was loud. I thought for sure she ruptured one of his nuts, and possibly both.”

Miss H, brought her hand to her mouth and winced. “Oh, no! Carl, you poor guy. Did that hurt?”

Carl, who was now staring at the floor of the limo, looked up at his teacher and nodded.

“So what happened?” Katie asked.

“Well, he passed out and his left nut started expanding like a balloon,” Barb said among many gasps. “And I think it was at that moment that they started to realize that what Carl had in his pants wasn’t padding after all.”

“What did they do?” Miss H asked.

“Well, we all stood there in silence for a while as we watched his nut get bigger and bigger,” Barb said. “So I finally asked if they had a doctor on site and I think it finally set in for them that what they thought was padding was actually Carl’s nuts.”

“Oh my God!” Lucy said, not holding back her laughter.

“That’s crazy,” Miss H said. “Did they find a doctor?”

“Was his nut ruptured?” Emma asked with some concern.

“They did find a doctor,” Barb explained, “But she was really young and hadn’t really dealt with this sort of injury before - remember honey?” She said as she looked at her son.

“Oh, oh, what did she do?” Miss H asked.

“Well, first, when she pulled down Carl’s pants, she freaked out when she saw how huge his nut had gotten,” Barb said. “She thought for sure it had ruptured and started screaming, ‘we need to cut this off, right away! Get him to the hospital!’” “No way!” Emma said dismayed.

“Well, luckily, I calmed her down and told her that his nuts would get that big when struck. She didn’t really believe me at first, but I told her to look at the size of his right nut to give her a reference of where his injured one started.”

“Did she believe you? Or did she cut off his nut?” The ever-so-curious Emma asked.

“Yes, she did eventually,” Barb said, “But it took some convincing.”

“You saved your son’s nut! What a great mother!” Emma said while Lucy rolled her eyes at the hyperbole.

“I guess you could say that,” Barb replied.

“That’s not even the best part,” Lucy chimed in. “Tell them about his performance in the competition.”

“Wait, he went out and competed after that kind of trauma to his nuts?” Katie asked. “He wanted to try it,” Barb said, “and I wasn’t going to deter such determination. Carl is pretty special that way. He never gives up.”

“So what happened?” Miss H asked.

“Is it okay if I tell them, honey?” Barb asked Carl who nodded yes, but buried his face in his hands.

“So, he was doing great,” Barb said. “I couldn’t believe how well it was going. I mean, that could not have been comfortable riding that horse. With every gallop his nuts would slam into the saddle. And those saddles aren’t exactly soft.”

Emma winced a bit at that description and asked, “Was he okay? He didn’t pop his nut did he?”

“He was riding along just fine, making jump after jump with his horse when, at the last fence, something spooked his horse and it came to an abrupt stop sending Carl flying forward and landing directly on the top pole of the fence - both legs straddling each side.”

All four ladies drew in a breath and brought their hands to their faces in sympathy. “Oh my god!” Emma said, “Did THAT pop a nut? And what did the crowd do?”

“Everyone was pretty much cracking up,” Lucy said as Barb gave her a stern look.

“What? You saw it, too, mom. Don’t deny it. That whole crowd was laughing. I heard one girl yell, ‘well there goes his sex life!’ It was hilarious!”

“Carl, I bet that wasn’t fun, huh?” Miss H said with love in her voice. Carl shook his head, no. “So did he withdraw from the competition?”

“Like I said, he’s a tough cookie,” Barb said, “And no, Emma, he didn't pop a nut. But get this, not only did he get back up on his horse, he finished the entire competition and placed third! I was so proud of him.”

“Wow, good job, big guy!” Miss H said to her student. “And you took third, you must have been so happy.”

Lucy started laughing again, saying, “He was happy until the girl who got fourth place accused him of wearing padding in his crotch and they made him pull down his pants!”

“Lucy!” Her mom admonished, “They didn’t need to know that part of the story.” “What? You just spent five minutes talking about him wracking his nuts and I can’t tell the best part of the story?” Lucy said with a smirk.

“Why did he have to pull down his pants?” Emma asked innocently.

“So when that girl complained, they made Carl go into a room with all of the judges and a few competitors who lost to him and they made him pull down his pants,” Lucy said.

“Why?” Emma asked.

“The competitors were convinced that he was wearing padding in his pants. And even though the judges knew it was just his nuts - to convince all of the others that it wasn’t padding - they made him drop his drawers and prove it. And he wasn’t wearing underwear!”

Emma’s face grew red. “I’m sorry they did that to you, Carl,” she said. “That was mean. Did your nuts make it through all of that?”

Carl was slow to answer so his mother spoke up. “They were a little swollen for a few days,” Barb said, “But they survived his first competition intact.”

“Oh, good,” Emma said with a sigh. “He’ll still be intact after tonight, right?” Emma said, looking over at Katie, showing concern for her new friend.

“Hahaha!” Katie laughed, “Of course honey. Hurting Carl’s nuts is NOT in our plans tonight. Do you think I want to hurt our new star?”

“That’s good to hear,” Barb said, “As I’ll remind you, Carl has volunteered to help with the big school demonstration this Friday and we don’t want him to miss that.” “I can assure you, Carl's nuts will not be harmed tonight. Oh, hey, we’re here!” Katie said, excited to show the crew her studios.

The driver went around to the back door and opened the door. They filed out, and as Carl exited, the driver was a bit embarrassed, so to break the tension, she took his hand and helped him out of the car and said, “Don't let anyone take your fanny pack in there.”

Carl smiled at her as she winked and closed the door.