Lincoln High - true chapter 4

I awoke slowly, the throbbing in my nuts reminding me of yesterday's ordeal. They felt a bit better, though still grotesquely swollen. I glanced down and noticed I was sporting an impressive morning wood. As I reached for my phone, I saw a notification from Vanessa. She had sent me a selfie that showed a fair amount of cleavage. Despite the pain, my dick hardened even more at the sight.

There was also a text: "Hey, how are your big balls doing? Everything still working? 🤣"

Feeling bold, I snapped a picture of my morning wood and sent it back. "Looks like it 😏"

Her reply came quickly. "Wow! That's pretty bold to send a dick pic to the girl who just crushed your nuts..."

I winced at the reminder, but then suddenly noticed the time. "Fuck, I overslept." I considered my options. Maybe it was better this way. Staying in the room until I could exit the game might be the best way to avoid further damage to my balls.

Just as I was contemplating my next move, I heard a knock at the door. Groaning, I forced myself out of bed, my swollen nuts protesting with each movement. When I opened the door, I found myself staring at a tall, lithe Asian girl. She had glasses on her pretty but stern face, and a skinny tie completed her outfit of a skirt and shirt. She looked like she would fit right in at a corporate office, except for her bright pink shoes and matching nail color.

"Hi," she said, her voice clipped and efficient. "I'm Megan, your class president. The school sent me to check on you. You missed your morning classes."

I blinked, trying to process her presence. "Uh, yeah... I overslept."

Her eyes flicked down to my crotch before returning to my face. She raised an eyebrow but didn't seem bothered by my state of undress. "Mind if I come in? We need to discuss your missed classes."

I stepped aside, letting her in. She walked in with an air of authority, her pink shoes making soft, almost inaudible clicks on the floor.

Once inside, Megan turned to face me. "I'm in charge of ensuring attendance," she said, her tone stern. "I take this task very seriously. It's crucial for maintaining academic standards and discipline within the school."

I nodded as she continued, trying to focus, but my mind kept drifting. The pain in my nuts made it hard to concentrate as she continued to drone on about the importance of attending classes.

"...and to ensure that every student understands the significance of their education," she went on, her voice a steady monotone. I started to tune her out, my thoughts clouded by the throbbing pain.

Suddenly, a word snapped me back to attention. "Punishment."

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked, my voice tinged with alarm.

Megan seemed annoyed at having to repeat herself. "To ensure this situation doesn't occur again, I'm entrusted by the school with the authority to administer any punishment I see fit."

"What kind of punishment?" I asked, alarmed, a rising dread creeping into my voice.

Megan's eyes narrowed slightly, her stern expression unchanging. "The type of punishment is at my discretion," she said matter-of-factly. "But in my experience, the best results are obtained from physical forms of discipline."

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. "Physical forms? Like what?"

She crossed her arms, her pink nails catching the light. "I think you already know the answer to this question, but to be blunt it will involve your testicles."

The dread in my stomach intensified. "Please, no... my balls are already—"

Megan cut me off. "This is unfortunate for you, but it's important to enforce the rules. We can't have students thinking they can skip classes without repercussions. In my opinion, this can only make the punishment more effective anyway." She took a step closer, her eyes locking onto mine. "Now, are you going to cooperate? Fair warning, if you don't this will incur significant additional punishment."

I felt trapped, my mind racing for a way out. The last thing I needed was more pain, but I also didn't see a way to escape.

"Get on your knees and spread your legs," Megan ordered.

I hesitated, the dread in my stomach intensifying. "Please, don't hurt my balls!" I begged her desperately.

"Prompt compliance will reduce the punishment," she added. "I will continue until I'm certain that you can be counted on to obey instructions. Now, open. Your. Legs."

I finally obeyed, sinking to my knees and spreading my legs wide.

"Now, put your dick out of the way, I want to be sure to get you right in the balls," she instructed.

With trembling hands, I did as she asked, tucking my thick member up in the waistband of my boxers. Megan took a step back, her bright pink shoe gleaming. Without warning, she sent her foot flying between my legs, impacting the center of my already severely bruised testicles with perfect accuracy and tremendous force.

"THUD!"

"AAAAHHH! MY BALLS! MY BALLS!" I screamed, the pain immediate and overwhelming. It felt like a bomb had exploded in my crotch, radiating through my entire body. I doubled over, but the position I was in only made the pain worse. My vision blurred with tears, and I felt like I might throw up.

Megan watched me impassively, her expression unreadable. "This is just the beginning," she said coldly. "I need to be sure you understand the consequences of skipping class."

The throbbing in my nuts was unbearable, each pulse of pain worse than the last. I clutched my groin, trying to alleviate the agony, but it was no use. The pain was too intense, too all-consuming.

"Now, get up," Megan commanded.

I tried, but the pain was too overwhelming. I felt like I was going to throw up. "I can't," I whimpered.

"Get. Up," she repeated, tapping her foot impatiently.

The threat in her voice spurred me on, and I managed to get back on my knees, my body trembling.

"Spread your legs," she ordered again.

I began to slowly open my legs, but the pain and fear made it almost impossible to go all the way. "Please! You're gonna crush them!" Megan's eyes narrowed, her impatience growing.

"Open. Them." she demanded, her voice cold and unyielding.

I took a deep breath and finally complied, spreading my legs wide. Without hesitation, Megan sent her foot flying between my legs again, this time with even more force.

"THWACK!"

"AAAAHHHH! MY BALLS! MY BALLS!" I screamed, the pain somehow even worse than before. It felt like my testicles had been obliterated, the agony radiating through my entire body. I doubled over, gasping for breath, tears streaming down my face. The pain was so intense that my vision blurred, and I felt a wave of nausea wash over me.

I clutched my groin, desperate to alleviate the agony, but it was no use. The pain was too intense, too all-consuming. Megan watched me impassively, her expression cold and unyielding.

"Get in position," she ordered. "If you do it fast enough, it will be the last one."

I felt sick, but I knew my only chance of ending the punishment was to do as she said. Trembling, I managed to get on my knees again, the pain making every movement agonizing.

"Are you gonna be a problem again? This will feel like a walk in the park compared to what I'm gonna do if I have to discipline you again," she warned.

Desperation filled my voice as I responded, "No, I won't. I promise. Please, no more."

"Good," she replied coldly.

Without another word, she delivered another devastating kick, this time even harder than before.

"CRACK!"

"AAAAAHHHH! MY BALLS! MY BALLS!" I screamed, the pain indescribable. It felt like my testicles had been shattered into a million pieces. The agony surged through my entire body, and I finally couldn't hold it back any longer. I vomited, my body convulsing from the pain.

Megan watched impassively as I collapsed, clutching my groin and gasping for breath. The pain was so intense I could hardly think. All I could do was lie there, crying and shaking.

Megan stood above me, her expression remaining stern and unyielding. "Remember this pain the next time you think about skipping classes," she said, her voice cold and authoritative. "Now, clean yourself up and get dressed. You need to attend your afternoon classes."

I could barely move, the pain still overwhelming. But I knew I had no choice. I had to comply. With immense effort, I managed to pull myself together, wiping the vomit from my mouth and slowly getting dressed, each movement sending fresh waves of agony through my groin.

Megan watched me the entire time, her eyes never leaving me. "Your next period is in one hour," she said. "Don't make me have to discipline you again."

I nodded weakly, not trusting myself to speak. My voice was still shaky from the screaming and the pain.

She turned on her heel and left the room, leaving me alone to gather what little strength I had left. I sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, trying to steady my breathing and push through the nausea that still lingered.

The thought of attending classes in my current state was almost unbearable, but the fear of more punishment drove me to my feet. I needed to show my face, if only to avoid another visit from Megan.

With each painful step, I made my way out of the dorm and toward the classroom buildings. Every jolt of my steps sent new waves of pain through my swollen testicles, but I gritted my teeth and kept moving.

As I arrived at the school entrance, I took a moment to catch my breath. I stood there, legs slightly open, trying to steady my breathing and push through the persistent pain in my groin. Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. Before I could turn, I heard a familiar, gleeful voice.

"CUP CHECK!"

Something impacted my testicles with tremendous force. The pain was immediate and overwhelming. I gasped, my vision blurring from the intensity. I looked down and saw a fist buried in my oversized balls. The agony was unbearable, and I collapsed to the floor, clutching my groin.

"AAAAHHHH! MY BALLS! MY BALLS!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face. The pain radiated through my entire body, worse than anything I'd felt before.

"Oh, I thought you were wearing a cup since your bulge is so big! Why didn't you? I warned you yesterday, haha," came Izzy's voice, filled with amusement.

"I couldn't find one that fits," I managed to mumble between sobs, the tears blurring my vision.

"Ohhhh, makes sense, hahaha," Izzy replied, clearly enjoying my misery. "Well, I guess being big has some drawbacks, hehe."

I looked up at her through my tears. Izzy stood there, her hand still clenched into a fist. She was wearing a tight t-shirt with anime characters on it, her large breasts straining against the fabric. Her short skirt revealed her toned legs, and her untied sneakers added to her casual, confident look. She smirked down at me, clearly pleased with herself.

"You should get up quickly, by the way," Izzy said, smirking down at me. "You don't wanna be late. Our class president, Megan, is a real stickler for the rules." She left me on the floor, hurrying off to class.

After a few minutes, I finally managed to get up, my balls still throbbing in agony. Every step was torture, but I forced myself to keep moving. I made my way to class, trying to ignore the lingering pain. The teacher directed me to an empty seat. I noticed with dread that the desk behind me was occupied by Megan. She was glaring daggers at me.

"Fuck! I'm doomed," I muttered under my breath. She looked really pissed. During the lesson, I could feel her glare digging a hole in my back. The tension was unbearable, and I could hardly focus on the class.

At the end of the period, I got up quickly, hoping to make a swift exit, but Megan stopped me. "Stay here, Alan. We have things to discuss," she said, her voice cold and authoritative.

I came back to her desk with dread, my stomach churning.

"Oohhh, are you gonna punish him?" Izzy asked Megan, her eager tone betraying her enthusiasm at the idea. She looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Don't be too harsh on him, it's kinda my fault he was late, haha."

Megan's glare shifted to Izzy for a moment before returning to me. "We'll see about that," she said, her voice icy.

Everyone had already exited the classroom except for Izzy and Megan. The room felt eerily quiet, the tension thick in the air.

"Put your nuts on the desk," Megan commanded, her voice cold and unyielding.

I begged, "Please, Megan, don't—"

She raised her eyebrows, her glare intensifying. "Do it. Now."

With trembling hands, I fished out my nuts, struggling to get the now orange-sized orbs out of my fly. The sight was horrifying, the severe swelling making them look grotesque. Megan didn't bat an eye, clearly used to the sight of severe testicular swelling.

Izzy laughed, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Wow, Alan, those look even worse than yesterday! You really are having a rough day, huh?" she commented, her tone dripping with mock sympathy.

Megan leaned closer, examining my swollen testicles with a clinical detachment. "This is what happens when you don't follow the rules," she said, her voice steady. "You need to learn that actions have consequences, and today, you'll start learning that lesson."

Izzy, still giggling, asked, "What are you gonna do to him?"

Megan didn't reply. She focused on me. "Don't move," she ordered. "Izzy, keep him steady."

Izzy stepped forward, grabbing my shoulders firmly, her grip surprisingly strong for someone her size. "Got it," she said, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Megan leaned in closer, her expression unchanging. "I'm going to squash your nuts against the desk. If you flinch and I hit the wood with my fist, you're going to regret it."

I swallowed hard, the dread rising in my stomach. I tried to steel myself.

Megan positioned her fist above my exposed testicles, her eyes never leaving mine. "This is your last chance to prove you can follow orders," she said, her voice low and menacing. "Do. Not. Move."

Izzy tightened her grip on my shoulders, ensuring I stayed in place. "Good luck," she whispered, her tone dripping with mock sympathy.

The anticipation was almost as bad as the pain itself, my entire body tensed in fear.

"THUD!" Megan's fist came down hard on my swollen testicles, smashing them against the desk, leaving them no way to escape. The pain was a white-hot agony that radiated through my entire body. I screamed, my vision blurring with tears. "AAAAHHHH! MY BALLS!"

"Good, you're staying still," Megan said coldly. "Let's see if you can keep it up."

"THUD!" Another hit, just as hard as the first. My body convulsed with the impact, but Izzy's grip on my shoulders kept me from collapsing. My legs trembled uncontrollably, my knees threatening to give out. "MY BALLS! MY BALLS!"

Izzy giggled. "Wow, he's really struggling. Look at those legs shake!"

"THUD!" Megan's fist struck again, and I felt like my testicles were being pulverized into the desk. The pain was excruciating, my body screaming in protest. My knees buckled, and I would have fallen if not for Izzy's firm hold. "AAAAHHHH! MY BALLS!"

"THUD!" Megan continued, relentless. My knees were trembling so violently that only Izzy's grip was propping me up. I felt like I was going to pass out from the pain. "MY BALLS! MY BALLS!"

Megan finally paused, her fist hovering above my smashed nuts.

"Can I try it? I love punches!" Izzy asked eagerly.

Megan considered it for a moment before nodding. "Why not? I'm starting to get tired."

They exchanged positions, and Izzy took her place in front of me, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"BAM!" Izzy's punch was just as hard as Megan's, if not harder. The pain surged through my groin like a lightning bolt. "AAAAHHHH! MY BALLS!"

"BAM!" Another punch, and I felt like my testicles were going to burst. I screamed, the sound echoing in the empty classroom. "MY BALLS! MY BALLS!"

Izzy laughed, clearly enjoying herself. "This is fun! His nuts are so squishy!"

"BAM!" She punched me again, and the pain was unbearable. My entire body shook, and I felt like I was going to vomit. "AAAAHHHH! MY BALLS!"

Izzy continued, delivering a few more brutal punches to my already devastated testicles. Each hit sent waves of agony through my body, and I could barely stay conscious. "MY BALLS! MY BALLS!"

Finally, after several excruciating hits, Izzy stopped, her fist still clenched. "That was awesome!"

They released me, and I collapsed to the floor, writhing in agony, tears streaming down my face. I clutched my throbbing testicles, the pain so intense I could barely breathe.

But Megan wasn't finished. "Get up and put your nuts on the desk again," she ordered, her voice cold and unyielding.

I struggled to comply, my body shaking from the pain. Izzy first encouraged me, "Come on, you can do it," but when I still couldn’t manage, she imitated Megan's imperious tone, "Put. Your. Balls. On. The. Desk."

With a monumental effort, I managed to get my swollen testicles back onto the desk. The pain was excruciating, but I knew better than to disobey.

Megan nodded in approval. "Good. Now, Izzy, give me a hand."

Izzy helped Megan climb onto the desk, and Megan positioned her bright pink shoe on my grotesquely swollen testicles. "Don't move until I say you can," she commanded.

She started to put her weight on my testicles, flattening them like pancakes. The pain was immediate and overwhelming, a white-hot agony that radiated through my entire body.

"AAAAHHHH! MY BALLS! MY BALLS!" I screamed, my voice raw with pain.

Izzy watched with a gleeful expression. "Wow, look at them flatten! They're like squishy little pancakes!"

Megan continued to apply more weight, her entire body pressing down on my poor testicles. The pain was unbearable, and I felt like I was going to pass out. "MY BALLS! MY BALLS!" I cried, my vision blurring with tears.

"You're doing well," Megan said, her voice devoid of sympathy. "Just a little more."

She soon had her whole weight on my testicles, crushing them against the desk. The agony was beyond anything I had ever experienced. "AAAAHHHH! MY BALLS! MY BALLS!" I screamed, my body convulsing in pain.

"Look at them, Megan! They're completely squished!" Izzy commented, her voice filled with excitement. "I can't believe he's still conscious!"

Megan finally stepped off, and I collapsed again, writhing on the floor, my hands clutching my devastated testicles. The pain was so intense I could barely think, my entire body trembling. I puked.

Megan looked down at me with a cold, satisfied expression. "Remember this the next time you think about skipping classes," she said. "Now, clean this up and get to your next period."

Izzy giggled, clearly enjoying my misery. "Yeah, you better hurry. You don't want to be late again!"