Lincoln High - Chapter 3

A few hours after I woke up, the pain was still intense, but I knew I had to do something if I wanted to save my nuts. I decided to look for a store where I could buy a cup. It seemed like the only way I could protect myself from more damage tomorrow. Fortunately, the game had a map interface, and I managed to find a sports goods store less than a mile from the dorms.

Before heading out, I took a look at my nuts. They had turned black and blue, swollen to the point where they made one large, softball-sized mass. The sight was both horrifying and motivating. I needed to protect myself. I decided to go commando to reduce the pressure as much as possible and put on my loosest pair of pants.

I left the dorm, every step sending echoes of pain through my groin. The walk to the sports goods store felt like a marathon, each movement reminding me of the day’s brutal experiences. People moved around me, oblivious to my agony, as I made my way through the streets.

Once I reached the store, I was greeted by a girl in a tight store uniform over large, perky breasts. She looked very athletic, with long, really muscular legs that suggested she was a serious athlete—probably soccer or track.

"Hello! I'm Vanessa. How can I help you?" she asked, her voice bright and cheerful.

I stammered a bit, embarrassed by what I needed to request. Before I could find the words, Vanessa smiled knowingly. "I've seen you enter, and I think I know what you're looking for. You need a cup, right?" she added with a laugh. "You're a student of Lincoln High, I bet! I'm also going there! I'm the captain of the soccer team."

She talked very fast, her bubbly personality shining through. I nodded, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"Okay then, let's get you fitted. Follow me!" she said, turning to lead the way. As I followed her, I couldn't help but check out her ass, which looked spectacular in her tight uniform.

Vanessa brought me to the cup section, where I saw a large assortment of cups in various sizes. She noticed my surprise at the high number of options and laughed. "It's our highest-selling product. I'm sure you understand why, considering your... condition," she said, nodding toward my crotch. "Well, what size do you need?"

"Probably your biggest one," I replied with a blush.

"Oh, so you're a big boy," she replied with a smirk. She soon brought me a pretty large cup and led me to the fitting room. "Okay, put it on, and then we can test that it works."

"A test?" I asked, feeling a bit nervous.

"Yes, we take our work pretty seriously here, and we don't sell defective products. The protection of your testicles is guaranteed, or you get your money back! But once the cup leaves the store, we don't really know what you could do with it, so the store policy is to do the test before you exit."

"How is the test done?" I asked, my anxiety growing.

Vanessa smiled brightly. "Well, I give you a good kick, and if the cup works, it should feel like a solid tap. Enough to make you hunch over, but not making you cry like a baby like what would happen without it," she added with a little laugh.

I protested, "That's crazy! What if it doesn't work!"

I looked at her legs with a shudder. It looked like a kick from those would be really dangerous.

"Sorry, but it's the store policy, so I'm afraid it's the only way you can get out of here with a cup. And trust me, you want to know if it works before you go back to Lincoln High with it."

Realizing I had no choice, I reluctantly agreed and stepped into the fitting room.

Once inside, I tried to put the cup on, but my nuts were so swollen I struggled to make it fit properly. Even without the swelling, it would have been snug. "Fuck! Why did I choose nuts this big?" I swore, angry at myself. After a few unsuccessful attempts, I heard Vanessa's voice outside the door.

"Are you OK in there? Do you need help?"

Before I could reply, she boldly entered the fitting room. Her eyes widened when she saw the size of my nuts and my nine-inch dick.

"Wow, you really are a big boy," she commented, laughing. "Sorry, I couldn't resist."

She examined my severely bruised balls more closely. "Wow, your balls got beat up pretty good! Not the worst I've seen, but you don't see something like that every day!"

I stared at her, shocked. She must be a serious ballbuster if she's seen worse. I needed to be really careful around her. "Who kicked you, by the way?" Vanessa asked, curious.

"It was a goth girl named Angela," I said roughly. "She got pissed off because I stared at her. She kicked me so hard, I thought my nuts would explode. And then Izzy squeezed them pretty hard," I added, red with embarrassment.

"Haha, I know them," Vanessa said, laughing. "Angela can kick pretty hard, but you were lucky it wasn't one of the soccer players. Usually, it's straight to the hospital with us," she added proudly. "Okay, let's try to fit you inside."

After struggling a bit, and with a few high-pitched squeals from me, she managed to put the cup on, though my nuts felt compressed inside, and it was really painful.

"Are you sure it will work?" I asked, wincing.

She hesitated. "Well... probably? It's our biggest cup, so there's no better solution anyway. Let's go to the testing room," she added enthusiastically.

She seemed thrilled about what was going to happen. I followed her with rising dread, even the sight of her perfect ass swaying hypnotically not enough to cheer me up.

When I arrived in the testing room, I noticed a strange contraption with two leg-sized tubes coming out of the floor, extending up to about knee height.

"This is so you keep your legs open during the tests," Vanessa explained. "I'll strap your legs to it, and then you will have no way to escape my kick," she added brightly, clearly enjoying herself. "Most guys can't stay still when they know they're gonna get kicked, even though they know they have a cup on and it shouldn't hurt that bad."

She was talking really fast and seemed annoyed, remembering some past experiences. Despite my reservations, she enthusiastically strapped my legs to the contraption. My legs were spread painfully wide, and I was firmly secured to it.

Vanessa looked at me with a bright smile. "I'm gonna give you a good one, but don't worry, you have the cup on, so it will be totally fine."

For the first time, I noticed that she was wearing rather sturdy shoes with a round, hard tip. Noticing my gaze, she explained, "This is so that I don't hurt my foot on the cup. Ready?"

Without waiting for my answer, she took a step back and then kicked my balls like she was aiming for a field goal. Her shoe impacted the cup with tremendous force, significantly stronger than Angela's kick. Unfortunately, my grotesquely swollen balls fit too snugly inside the cup, and they got smashed against my pelvis, getting almost flat at the apex of the kick. The cup did spread out the force of the blow a little bit or my nuts probably would have been toast, but they still got flattened like pancakes.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!" I howled in a shrill, high-pitched voice. I tried to collapse to the floor, but my legs were stuck, which made the pain even worse. "MY BALLS! MY BALLS!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face. I felt like I was going to throw up. I put my hands on my crotch to try to reduce the pain, but it didn't do anything.

"Oops, looks like the cup didn't work. Sorry," Vanessa said sheepishly, though her bright smile showed she was enjoying herself. "Let me help you out of these."

She removed the straps, and with her help, I managed to get out of the contraption. I immediately fell to the floor in the fetal position. I felt hot, feverish, and was sweating profusely.

"My nuts, you broke my nuts," I repeated in a high-pitched voice.

It took twenty minutes before I began to become coherent again. Vanessa had left but came back when she noticed I wasn't crying anymore.

"Sorry again about that. I talked to my manager, and you can take the cup free of charge, even if it doesn't work very well," she added sheepishly. She helped me up and handed me her phone. "Put your number in. When your nuts have recovered a bit, give me a call. Maybe I will kiss them better," she whispered, giving me a peck on the cheek.

I managed to get home after an excruciating walk back, collapsed on my bed, and tried to recover.