Lincoln High - Chapter 2

Angela's kick had absolutely devastated me. It took more than ten minutes before I could even attempt to stand, and that was only because Izzy was starting to look really impatient. She had begun to hint at "helping" motivate me, which I took as a subtle threat. With her support, I managed to limp painfully toward the infirmary.

Inside, Izzy introduced me to Mrs. Sommers, who quickly corrected her. "Call me Kat," she said. Kat was a smoking hot redhead in her thirties, wearing a tight nurse blouse that barely contained her large, perky tits. She looked a bit disheveled, like she had been dealing with a busy morning.

Izzy wasted no time explaining. "He just got kicked in the nuts," she said, even though it was obvious from my appearance. "Angela gave him a pretty good kick," she added with a laugh.

Kat sighed, looking at me with a mix of annoyance and resignation. "You're the tenth guy today. Boys really need to learn to stop being so annoying."

"I didn't do anything!" I started to protest, but she looked skeptical.

"Let's do a check-up," Kat said, guiding me to a medical bed with a privacy curtain. "I'll need to make sure there's no serious damage."

Izzy perked up. "I'm thinking about going to med school. Can I help?"

I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me, knowing I would probably have to get half-naked for this. Before I could protest, Kat nodded.

"Sure, why not? It's good experience."

Izzy grinned, and I winced, feeling trapped. Kat pulled the curtain closed around us, and I gingerly climbed onto the bed, trying to ignore the throbbing pain still radiating from my groin.

"Alright, let's see what we're dealing with here," Kat said, slipping on a pair of gloves.

I unbuttoned my pants, feeling exposed and humiliated. Kat's professional demeanor did little to ease my discomfort. Izzy stood nearby, her eyes gleaming with interest.

Both girls gasped when I finished removing my boxers. My dick, which was about nine inches even when flaccid, hung heavily between my legs. My balls, each the size of a large egg, were grotesquely swollen and already sporting a nasty bruise. The sight was both impressive and pitiful at the same time.

"Wow," Izzy muttered, her eyes wide. "That's... big."

Kat, more focused on the medical aspect, frowned as she examined the swelling. "This is serious. The bruising and swelling are worse than I expected. Angela really did a number on you."

I was pretty satisfied with their reactions. I couldn't help thinking I had made a good choice during the avatar selection.

Kat looked at me seriously. "I need to do some stress tests to check the integrity of your testicle walls. A kick that hard can weaken them, and they could rupture with relatively slight hits afterward. It's better to know now so we can rush you to the hospital if needed, rather than at a random time."

She handed a stopwatch to Izzy. "Stop me after 30 seconds," she instructed. She turned back to me. "This is going to hurt a lot, but it's necessary. Since your balls are so big, I'll have to use one hand for each, but I'll try to keep the pressure equal."

Before I could object, Kat carefully seized my nuts, making me wince at the slight pressure. Then she clamped down hard. The pain was immediate and intense, almost as bad as Angela’s kick, but it didn't let up. It stayed strong and relentless. I screamed, then repeated, "MY BALLS! MY BALLS!" over and over, begging her to stop.

She kept her professional demeanor. "Is the pain constant or increasing? Do you feel it more in one or the other?"

I tried to answer, but the pain was too much. I mumbled incoherently in a high-pitched voice. The seconds dragged on like an eternity. My vision blurred with tears, and I felt like I might pass out.

Finally, Kat asked Izzy for the time. Izzy looked sheepish. "Oh, sorry, it's been a minute. I got distracted."

Kat released her grip and told her not to worry. I collapsed back on the bed, gasping for breath. Izzy winked at me. She had done it on purpose. Bitch!

Kat started taking notes, her expression thoughtful. "The good news is, despite the severe pain and swelling, there's no sign of immediate rupture."

I nodded weakly, still feeling the echoes of the pain radiating from my groin. Covered in sweat from the pain, I lay on the bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps. And Kat wasn’t done yet. "Now I need to do an impact test," she said firmly.

I tried to protest. "Please, no more..."

"It's necessary," she insisted, not budging. She picked up a medical mallet, the kind usually used for checking reflexes. "Unfortunately, your balls are too big to test together. I'll have to do them separately."

Tears welled up in my eyes. Why did I choose nuts this big? I started to cry, the dread overwhelming.

Izzy, unexpectedly, tried to comfort me. "It's gonna be okay," she said softly. Then she turned to Kat, a bright idea lighting up her face. "Can I do one of the tests?"

Kat considered it for a moment before nodding. "That's a good idea. I'll do the first one, try to match the strength I use."

Kat looked at Izzy, then back at me. "It's better to strap him to the bed so we don't have to wait for him to recover between the tests. That would take too long."

My eyes widened in panic. "No, please, don't!"

Ignoring my protests, they moved quickly. Kat and Izzy strapped my wrists and ankles to the bed, securing me tightly. I struggled, but the restraints were firm. My legs were spread apart, exposing my vulnerable balls.

Kat positioned herself beside me, the medical mallet in hand. She glanced at Izzy, explaining each step. "I'll start by testing the left testicle. The goal is to apply enough impact to check for any signs of rupture or severe damage. You need to be precise and controlled."

I tensed, knowing what was coming. Kat brought the mallet down hard on my left nut. The pain was immediate and intense, almost as bad as Angela’s kick, but concentrated in my left ball, which somehow made it feel worse.

"MY BALLS! MY BALLS!" I screamed, my voice echoing in the small room. The pain radiated from my left testicle, a sharp, throbbing agony that made my vision blur.

Kat waited for a moment, observing my reaction before handing the mallet to Izzy. "Your turn. Try to match the force I used."

I begged, "Please, no more—"

Izzy ignored my pleas, taking the mallet and aiming carefully. She struck my right nut with a hard hit, a bit stronger than Kat’s. The pain was excruciating, a white-hot sensation that radiated through my groin and made me howl.

"MY BALLS! MY BALLS!" I cried out again, tears streaming down my face. The right testicle felt like it had been set on fire, the pain intense and unrelenting. I tugged at the restraints, desperate to relieve the agony, but there was no escape.

Kat leaned in, her voice clinical. "Is the pain constant or increasing? Do you feel a difference between the left and right?"

I tried to focus, but the pain was overwhelming. "It's... it's bad. The right one... hurts more," I managed to mumble between gasps.

"Well, that's not unexpected," Kat said. "Izzy's hit looked a bit stronger than mine."

Izzy smirked, looking satisfied. "With this and the cup check, I hit the right one twice. I’ll make sure to even it out next time you piss me off."

Kat looked at me with a more reassuring expression. "There's one more test to perform. You might enjoy this one more. I need you to ejaculate so we can check for traces of blood in the semen."

I perked up at the idea, despite the throbbing pain in my balls. Kat continued, "I could do it, but it might be better for Izzy to handle it since she's your peer."

Izzy agreed enthusiastically. "Sure, should I just use my hand?"

Kat nodded. "Whatever you're comfortable with."

Izzy took my huge member in her tiny hand. My dick, nine inches flaccid, seemed even bigger compared to her small fingers. She started working it skillfully, and despite the pain, I soon got completely hard, sporting an impressive ten inches.

"Wow, you're really big," Izzy commented, her eyes wide with fascination. She continued to stroke me, her grip firm and movements steady.

After a few minutes, I finally erupted, my semen spurting into a cup Kat held to recover the sample. She examined it closely, her eyes scanning for any signs of blood. Finding none, she looked back at me.

"Looks clean. You can go home for the day," Kat announced as she unstrapped me from the bed.

I sighed in relief, but the pain came back strong once the distraction provided by Izzy had ended. I turned toward her. "Can we continue the tour tomorrow? I don't think I can walk far right now."

Izzy smiled. "Sure, let's get you to the student dormitory. The school told me that you would live there."

She helped me limp through the hallways, her arm supporting me as I hobbled along. The walk felt longer than it probably was, every step sending new waves of pain through my groin.

"Thanks for helping," I said, gritting my teeth. "You got me pretty good but the end was nice," I added, blushing slightly.

"No problem," Izzy replied cheerfully. "That gave me a lot of material for my manga haha."

We finally reached the dormitory. Izzy sat on my bed, seeming to hesitate. After a while, she spoke. "You know, it was really hot when Kat squeezed your nuts like that. I nearly creamed myself," she added, blushing a little.

I perked up. I liked where this was going.

"I'm feeling a bit pent up now, and I don't think it's fair that you were able to get off and I didn't so I would like you to eat me out..." she continued, her eyes locking onto mine.

"Sure!" I interrupted eagerly.

She looked annoyed at my interruption. "...while I squeeze your nuts!" she finished.

I blanched. "No way! Did you see how bruised they are?"

Before I could continue, she moved quickly and grabbed me with her hand, getting a good grip again on my right testicle. Her tone turned serious. "Look, between my orgasm and the state of your balls, the choice is reaaallly easy. So there's only two scenarios here. I beat on your balls until you agree and we do what I told you, or we skip the beating part. Which one do you prefer?"

"...The second one," I said in a quiet voice, defeated.

"Yay!" she said in a cute voice, jumping up, her big boobs bouncing up and down hypnotically under her anime t-shirt. "Lay down on the bed," she ordered.

She removed her jeans and panties and lowered her waxed pussy onto my face. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad? I quickly changed my mind when she said, "First, let's even them out. I don't want lefty to feel left out haha. Get it?"

After her bad pun, she punched my left nut, hard. She really laid into it, her previous cup check a love tap in comparison.

"MMMMPH!" I screamed, my voice muffled.

She punched again, even harder.

"MMMMMPH!" I howled louder, the pain unbearable.

"Oh yeah baby, continue," she said, her breath short. She started to squeeze, my nuts were in agony. She was really clamping down on them. She was squeezing significantly harder than Kat. How could she squeeze so hard? She didn't look like she worked out...

I started to use my tongue desperately; I had to get her off as soon as I could. She continued to squeeze as I worked harder than I ever had before. She sometimes added a quick punch, taking care to alternate between left and right.

After an eternity, but what was probably only a few minutes, she finally orgasmed, her grip increasing even more while she screamed with pleasure. I mercifully passed out.

I came to after a few minutes, my balls still throbbing in agony. I had tears streaming down my face and I was sweating like crazy. I felt like I was going to throw up.

I tried to exit the game again, but the same error message flashed: "Error, scenario not completed. Please finish the game to exit."

I started to get scared. The game was running with high time acceleration, so it could be weeks in game time before someone would notice something was wrong. I couldn't handle another day of ballbusting. It hurt way more than I expected.

I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing. How was I going to get through this?