Emily the Nurse Cares Four Balls

*Outline of this story is suggested by* u/Mattheriz, *thank you!*

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During summer vacation, on a warm day, I was waiting in the emergency waiting corner of the college's auxiliary gym for practical training. As today's event was meant to be a battle of the sexes, there were already many spectators gathered, surprisingly mostly women. I had heard that this match was organized by the school's female student council to promote women's sports, which could explain why it seemed to be advertised primarily for female students.

My best friend, Anna, was the only female competitor in a sea of enthusiastic women. She was a senior studying humanities but also an amateur mixed martial artist, which seemed like an unlikely combination for her feminine personality. When she told me about her upcoming match against a male opponent, I couldn't help but worry if it would be too much for her. However, to my surprise, she remained calm and composed even as the match drew closer. It suddenly dawned on me that the reason for her calmness was because she actually intended to follow through with kicking her opponent in the balls, as she had mentioned earlier.

In that moment, the figure of Anna emerged from a nearby corner, wearing a crisp white hood. I couldn't help but be impressed by her presence; she exuded the confidence and grace of a professional athlete. As she passed me, our eyes met and we exchanged a knowing wink. Her blonde hair was braided neatly and her bright green eyes shone with determination. Soon after, the male player named James, who was a promising young MMA player, entered from the opposite side. He too had a large build, overwhelming Anna's size, and he wore a dark hood. Rumor had it that his participating may have been his wife - a graduate of this school and former member of the female student council.

The atmosphere here was pleasant, but the only thing that bothered me was Liam's presence. He was a senior nurse who was assigned to be on standby with me for the day. Despite working together for a few months now, I couldn't stand his male chauvinistic mindset. As an apprentice, I found it difficult to speak up against him. Recently, I have noticed how he looks at my body in the reflection of my thin green nurse uniform and it makes me feel uncomfortable.

"Why, even though the weight classes are equal, do men and women have to face off against each other in matches? Is it really necessary to have a clear winner and loser?"

His voice was dripping with sarcasm as he spoke, causing me to turn my head towards him with a slight frown. The bulge between his legs, visible through his thin green nurse uniform, made me feel uneasy. However, I was more concerned about Anna and chose not to respond to his comments. Memories of our past interactions flooded back, where I had noticed that particular area of his body bulging and sometimes revealing the outline of his balls or even the shape of an erection. I couldn't tell if it was directed towards me or simply a bodily reaction. Once again, I caught a glimpse of his prominent bulge and felt a surge of anger, wanting nothing more than to deliver a kick to Liam's balls as hard as I could.

As the referee introduced the players and they shed their outer garments, all eyes were drawn to their solid physiques - even mine. Anna's body was on full display in a white sports bra and tight spandex shorts, her size and strength evident. I couldn't help but compare it to my own a little chubby, feminine figure, which is only similar in height of hers - about six feet - before turning my attention to James. His muscular build and sleek limbs made my heart race. My feminine instincts kicked in as I couldn't help but glance at the bulge in his tight black spandex shorts, giving me a different kind of sexy feeling compared to Liam's presence.

The two fighters began the match after exchanging gloves and receiving the female referee's signal to start. As someone who knew a little about martial arts thanks to Anna, I was invested in the fight. However, less than 30 seconds into the match, a problem occurred. The leg kick that was meant for his inner thigh instead landed directly between his legs, causing him to collapse on the ground. I felt embarrassed as I watched an incident that I had only seen in videos actually happen. The referee motioned for me to come forward as she looked at James' pitiful state, curled up on the floor and protecting his groin area from further harm inflicted by Anna's kick. Liam and I rushed into the ring, but there wasn't much we could do except try to calm him down from his excruciating pain.

When Liam suggested we transfer him to the first aid room using a stretcher, I immediately agreed and rushed back to the waiting corner with the stretcher in hand. I noticed Anna's face turning red with embarrassment. The look on her face made me wonder if it was intentional or not.

Moving James would require at least two more people besides Liam and myself to help out. With a sense of panic and urgency, we sprinted towards the first aid room with him in the stretcher. Fear pulsed through my veins as I worried about what could be wrong with his balls. His face twisted in agony, eyes clenched shut and teeth gritted in pain, tears streaking down his cheeks. He was drenched in sweat, his muscles taut and rigid from the intense discomfort. Desperation painted his expression as he clutched at the bulging area above his crotch, trying to alleviate the excruciating sensation that consumed him. Leaving the gym behind, I couldn't help but notice the female spectators. Some wore expressions of amusement, relishing in his misfortune, while others seemed to take pleasure in his humiliation.

As soon as we entered the first aid room, we carefully positioned James in the medical stirrups and I immediately called for the doctor, Mrs. Smith.

"Dr. Smith, this is an urgent case with a testicular injury."

Her footsteps were quick and purposeful as she made her way over to us, her expression grave and focused. The woman in front of me was tall and slender, with sharp features that exuded confidence and competence.

"Let’s remove those bottoms first," she instructed me with a sense of urgency and authority.

I nodded, my hands shaking as I picked up the scissors and quickly cut off James' pants. Suddenly, as if Anna's big toe had nudged it, it revealed that one part of his protective cup was dented inward. Without thinking, I opened my mouth in shock and accidentally cut the elastic band holding the protector in place. James' penis and balls were now completely exposed. The penis was smaller than I had expected, completely covered by his foreskin, stretching down to his thigh. But what caught my eye were his two large testicles, almost the size of eggs, nestled underneath it all. They felt warm to the touch, protected by the cup that now lay discarded on the ground. The left one was swollen and bluish on one side, evidence of a recent impact. I couldn't believe what I had just done - exposing this intimate part of a man's body without even asking for permission first. But there was no turning back now. With a focused expression, Mrs. Smith continued to examine James' swollen balls, her gloved fingers gently palpating the sensitive area.

"The testicles are incredibly delicate," she spoke in a serious tone, "even the slightest force can render a protector useless."

Liam furrowed his eyebrows, looking skeptical. "But couldn't this just be a case of bad luck?" he questioned.

Mrs. Smith shook her head firmly. "No, the male anatomy is simply more vulnerable. Unlike women, men are at risk of collapsing with just one attack, so it's crucial to always be cautious and mindful." The tension in the room was palpable as they discussed the fragility of male physiology.

Mrs. Smith's delicate fingers moved with precision over James' swollen balls, one at a time. Each gentle touch elicited a sharp cry from him, a mixture of high-pitched screams and moans that echoed through the room. I couldn't help but watch his agony as she continued her examination, while also stealing glances at Liam's face. His expression was a mix of embarrassment and pity as he witnessed this man's suffering. Once Mrs. Smith had finished, she applied soothing ointment and bruising spray to his tender balls before retrieving a protective cup that appeared much larger than the usual size.

"Thank goodness, the testicles are unharmed," the doctor announced with relief. "However, due to the severity of the swelling, the patient will need to keep his legs spread open for a significant amount of time." She gestured towards a large protector and handed it to me.

"Once the patient is stable, please attach this protector. I will also write a prescription for pain relief at the school hospital. Please stop by later to pick it up for him, Emily."

Mrs. Smith gently nudged Liam aside, sensing his dissatisfaction with the situation. She turned to me and reiterated the her instructions before exiting the room. I couldn't help but wonder about Liam's complaints. It seemed like men were always too proud to admit when their masculinity took a hit. But to me, it was simply foolishness that stemmed from their inability to accept vulnerability. As my thoughts aligned with my usual frustration towards his gender norms, I felt an urge to confront Liam.

"Why do men engage in such brutal fights with their delicate and unprotected testicles hanging outside their bodies? It was almost comical to see even trained martial artists end up in the first aid room after one hit to there from a woman."

I taunted Liam with a sarcastic smile, fully believing that what I had said was the legitimate truth and not a provocation.

"You know, Emily, the testicles aren't as weak as you think. That was just bad luck," Liam retorted, his words coming out in an unreasonable manner.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing from him. Liam's stubbornness and ignorance only fueled my desire to prove him wrong. With determination in my stride, I confidently moved closer to him, reminding myself of my superior size and strength compared to his thin, slim build. I could feel the excitement building inside me as I closed the gap between us, knowing that today was the day I would make Liam realize his place beneath me. Finally standing face to face, I looked at him with a mix of triumph and pity.

"Liam, do you really want to put that theory to the test?"

I said, my voice laced with a hint of challenge. I grabbed both of his hands and pushed him against the wall, using my strength to overpower his weaker frame. As expected, Liam struggled against me but was unable to break free from my grasp. I pressed him against the cool surface of the wall, trapping him in place. I raised his wrists above his head, pinning them with both of my hands as I looked into his eyes with an intense gaze.

"E-Emily, let me go..." he pleaded, fear evident in his trembling voice and body.

Feeling the power and control I had over him in that moment, a surge of desire to dominate him rushed through me. Then I glanced down at the outline of his penis and testicles, always bulging above his pants, a twinge of sympathy stirred within me. Despite his earlier arrogant behavior, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him and how vulnerable he was in this moment. It was hard to understand how someone could act so superior when he was ultimately just a fragile male after all.

"I can't believe you always make fun of women like that, with a pair of large, swinging extreme pain generators protruding from your crotch, huh?"

I grabbed both of his wrists and held them tightly in one hand, using my other hand to reach into his underwear. My fingers found their way to the pouch containing two smooth, soft lumps of flesh - his testicles. As I held them hostage in my grasp, I couldn't help but feel a sense of power over him. The vulnerability of those delicate organs symbolized how easily I could have control over this man. With a small amount of pressure, I made him raise his heels off the ground and stared at him fiercely. In that moment, he realized that he was no longer the dominant one in this situation.

"I'll release your hands now, but I expect you to undress on your own," I said with a sly smile.

The sight of him, helpless and vulnerable, was like a drug to me. Humliated, his eyes were watered as he removed his green nurse uniform top and bottom, along with his boxer briefs, revealing his naked body. His face was flushed with fear and embarrassment, mirroring the deep purple color of his ballsack that I held tightly in my grasp.

"Don’t try to show off anymore, you're too weak. Because you have THIS, THIS, THIS."

As I mentioned that, I poked his balls with my other hand's index finger repeatedly. They were on the verge of exploding in my palm. His screams were high-pitched and pathetic, but I couldn't help but burst out laughing at his feeble attempts to resist. A spark of excitement coursed through me as I gazed down at the pitiful sight - his shriveled uncut penis above his purple-stained ballsack displayed his lack of masculinity. He was nothing more than a weak and pathetic man now, at my mercy.

As I was firmly grabbing his balls, I heard the door open and turned my head to see Anna walking in. She froze in place when our eyes met, a look of surprise spreading across her face as she covered her mouth with her hand.

"Annie, what happened? Are you okay?" I asked a little shamelessly.

She hesitated for a moment before answering, "Just a little sore spot. I wanted to grab some spray for it. But, are you okay... Emmy?"

"Oh, this is just my new trainee nurse. He will give you the spray," I reassured her.

I pulled Liam along with me as I made my way over to the first aid supplies. His balls were still firmly in my thick grip, so he seemed too afraid to say anything as we walked. Finally reaching the necessary spray, I adjusted the strength of my grip on his testicles as he sprayed Anna's arm per my instructions. He let out a scream that matched the rhythm of my squeezing and Anna was caught off guard by the sudden spray. It was almost comical how his balls acted like buttons controlling the spray.

As the brief treatment came to an end, my eyes fell upon Anna who was looking around absentmindedly. Her gaze landed on James, who was still in one corner of the first aid room with his legs wide open in the medical stirrups, exposing his pathetic swollen balls. Only then did I realize that I had forgotten to put up a blind around him, and a sense of embarrassment flooded over me. I couldn't believe that the taunts I had made to Liam earlier would have been heard by him clearly, exposed and helpless as he was. But as I looked at James, I realized that it was his fate to be born with his balls hanging, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Without a word, Anna began walking towards James with purpose in her stride. And without hesitation, I followed her lead, pulling Liam by his purplish balls which were still helplessly trapped in my grip. As we approached, I could see the fear and shame in James' eyes, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of sympathy for him. But at the same time, a twisted part of me reveled in the power I held over Liam and his exposed vulnerability. It was a strange mix of emotions as we reached James, each of us bearing witness to his humiliation and pain.

"I'm sorry, James. I had no idea one shot could make you like that," Anna apologized, a pitiful expression on her face as she gazed down at him.

"I-It's fine, these things happen," James replied weakly, still recovering from the pain, wearing a full muscular body.

Their words were formal, but I could sense a subtle mockery in Anna's feminine features. She pretended to lower her gaze to the ground, secretly enjoying the sight of James' balls hanging helplessly between his open legs. For a moment, I was curious about what Anna was thinking. Without hesitation, I turned and delivered a full force knee strike to Liam's purplish balls, which were still lightly squeezed by my thick grip. With a springy sensation under my knee cap and a bloodcurdling scream from Liam, he tried to curl up in agony and wanted to collapse to the ground. Feeling slightly drained, I released him and allowed him to crumple into any position he wanted. As I blushed, I noticed Anna was looking at me with a shocked expression.

"Emmy, you are so harsh on him!" Anna exclaimed, her eyes widened in shock.

"For effective nursing, he needs to understand the pain his patients are going through."

I gave her a knowing look and replied. With a glimmer in her eye, Anna nodded as if she understood everything. We both turned to face Liam, curled up in agony, trying to bear the unbearable pain. Without hesitation, we lifted him up with ease. Despite being two strong women, it was no challenge for us to hoist him onto the medical stirrups next to James. As we looked at the two men side by side - one large and one small - their legs spread wide open, revealing their swollen, red egg-shaped weak points, we couldn't help but burst into laughter at the comical and pathetic sight in front of us.

"Hey Emmy, let's go to the school gym shower room together today. It's been a while since we've done that," Anna suggested.

"That sounds like a plan. Liam, you should stay here until I get James' prescription from Mrs. Smith," I replied to Anna, leaving a message for Liam.

We walked out of the first aid room and headed towards the gym shower room, leaving behind two embarrassed males with their a total of four pathetic, dangling testicles on display. As we walked, I noticed a group of female nursing students approaching from the other side. They were probably headed to practice, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of those two pitiful men left behind. Then, Finally, I turned to Anna and asked her the question that had been on my mind.

"Did you kick him on purpose during the game earlier?" I inquired.

Anna grinned and answered, "Of course I did. But you're pretty good too. I'm sure you could have easily beaten James."

I winked and nodded in agreement with her assessment, feeling mischievous as ever.