Highschool Of The Ballbust (Part 2)

[Part1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/jdmxe4/highschool_of_the_ballbust_hotbb_part_1/)

| **Unlucky George** |

**Highschool Of The Brave & Bold (HOTBB)**

That Tuesday was a day Tyler will forever remember to be the worst and best day he’d ever experienced. It was both the first time he got kicked to the balls and had kissed a girl, who so happened to be his bully.

One week had passed since that day, and Sadie was in Tyler’s classroom, sitting on his desk while they talked.

She brushed her hand through his blonde hair and said, "So\~ ykno, there’s a certain movie showing in theaters I want us to watch together, and I was thinking this Friday after school would be the best time to go see it. It's a Romantic comedy that kinda reminded me of us."

"A romantic comedy? But don’t movies like those tend to have... 'those' scenes?" asked Tyler.

Sadie tilted her head in confusion until she realized what he meant. "Ooh, I see! Don't worry, I asked a friend who'd already seen it last week. There's no 'nutshot' scene in this movie."

Just hearing that word was enough to make Tyler feel lightheaded and a bit nauseous.

She looked at him, showing a bit of worry and concern. “What's wrong? Are you okay? Maybe you should go see the nurse again.”

"No, no. It's nothing. I'm fine."

"Well, if you say so... But what if there’s some long-term damage to them? I'm worried because I always wanted to have at least two kids in the fut..." she stopped herself after realizing what she was about to say. The two then blushed and averted their gazes from each other.

"So, um about the movie..." she said, trying to change the topic, but when she looked back to Tyler, she gasped and pointed towards his crotch. “Um, Tyler, your thing... It's uh..."

"Oh crap," he said as he tried to awkwardly wrestle his noticeable erection down until he finally covered it with his school bag.

Sadie, who was blushing and had her head turned away to allow him to handle his ‘situation’, cleared her throat. "That reminds me. Since we're both dating now, you can’t be masturbating to porn ever again."

"What? But why\~ii\~I mean, I don't masturbate. I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Oh please, I live with a little brother who never remembers to delete his browser history, and his room smells a whole lot like yours."

"But, I don’t do that, I’ve never-”

"Shhh," Sadie said, placing a finger on his lips. “It’s okay. I'm not telling you to stop masturbating entirely. I just don’t want you to be using porn when you do. I can’t stand knowing you’re getting off with other women.”

With her finger still on his lips, she looked around her, ensuring no one was watching them before she turned back to face him. She then unbuttoned the top of her shirt and moved it to the side. Tyler’s eyes immediately lit up the moment she lifted her bra to reveal her entire boob and nipple.

"I'm your girlfriend now, so only think of me whenever you jerk off, ok?" she asked, blushing even more than before. Tyler vigorously nodded his head without breaking his eye-contact from her tit.

Unbeknownst to the couple, Tyler’s friend, George, was across the classroom, glaring at them. Sadie's back was facing him, so all he was able to see was Tyler's face. "Ugh, just look at him. He looks so stupid, gawking all over her like that," he said with a hint of scorn in his voice.

Lucas, another friend of Tyler, was sitting beside him and said, "Dude, it's Tyler. His face always looks stupid. Anyway, are you seriously getting jealous again?"

"For the last time, I'm not jealous. I only wish they'd go flirt somewhere else. Somewhere where I'm not present," George said.

"No one's forcing you to look, you know. You could always go elsewhere."

"Hmph! You know what? You’re right. Wanna go eat lunch in the cafeteria. I also brought the UNO cards."

"Sure, let's go."

"Lucas\~," said a girl’s voice.

The two boys glanced around to see three girls approaching them.

"Where were you? You promised you'd eat with us on the roof today," the girl, who had called him, said.

"Oh shoot, I forgot,” Lucas said. “Sorry George, I kinda promised them I'd-"

"Yeah, I heard," George said, sounding a little annoyed.

"You can come too, if you want.”

"C'mon Lucas. Let's go," the girl said as she tugged at his arm.

"Ugh. Just go, man," George said to Lucas.

“Sorry, bro. We’ll play UNO later. I promise,” Lucas said before he was dragged out the door.

Seeing how the three girls fawned over Lucas only added to George’s jealously towards his friends. Unlike him, Lucas was very popular amongst the girls of HOTBB. Lucas was athletic, had smooth dark-brown skin, long curly black hair, and he also had a rare gene of having blue eyes, which many girls adored. George, on the other hand, was more on the average side. He was bigger than Lucas, but he lacked muscle tone, had short messy brown hair, and minor ance covered his peach-colored skin. Usually, he wouldn't feel too bad whenever Lucas got a lot of attention from girls because he had Tyler, who he could also relate to. But now that Tyler is with Sadie, George felt alone. Fed up, he left the classroom and began to walk to the cafeteria, cursing under his breath.

"How is it that I’m the only one who doesn't have a girlfriend? Lucas, I knew all along could get any girl he'd want, but I for sure thought Tyler would’ve been the only one among us to remain single for at least till graduation. He's just lucky he had a cute childhood friend who lived next door to him. But I'll show ‘em. I'll get the hottest girl ever to go out with me and rub it in their faces," he said in his mind and stopped in place.

He then slammed the side of his fist into a nearby locker. "Dammit! It's so unfair!"

"You there!” A woman’s voice shouted.

George began to fret, thinking he's gonna get in trouble for damaging school property. But when he turned around, he saw the school nurse, Ms. Gentles approaching him along with two girls in their gym uniforms with her.

"Young man, what’s your name?” she asked him.

“G-George,” he replied.

“George, are you free right now? Sophia and Chloe here need to borrow your strength for a moment," she said, gesturing to the respectful girl when she stated their names. George looked at the two girls and couldn't help but notice how hot they looked. Especially with them wearing their tight gym shorts and sweat covered tops. Sophia was the taller one with white skin and a long, brunette ponytail, and Chloe was the shorter one who had black skin and shoulder-length, black braids. He also noted that Sophia had large boobs, while Chloe, though not as gifted as Sophia in the chest area, had a large ass.

"George! Did you hear?" Ms. Gentles said, regaining his attention.

"W-What?"

"I said, a girl in their class sprained her ankle during their PE class. They need help lifting her to my office. Can you do that for me?"

George couldn't believe it. He thought that maybe, fate had sent these two hot chicks his way for him to show off how reliable and strong he is and impress them. Maybe once he was done, he might hookup with one. It didn’t matter to him which, either one was fine.

"Yeah, sure I could!" he replied still eyeing the girls.

"Oh, you're wonderful! Thank you! So, just follow them and be careful while lifting her," Ms. Gentles said.

George followed the girls to the gym. Once they were there, he saw that the injured girl is still sitting on the floor, holding her ankle. He also saw the gym teacher, Mr. Knight, not doing anything to help her. He was plain ignoring her, nonchalantly packing away gym equipment.

When Mr. Knight had seen him, he disappointingly shook his head and said, "So you two came back, and you brought help too? Listen, boy, little-miss over there is just lying about her injury. I already told those two, but they didn't listen. So I'm telling you right now, don't you dare go help her. She needs to learn not to fake injuries just so she could skip her physicals.”

George looked at the girl, and it was clear to him that she’s obviously in pain and was seriously hurt. George also knew that Mr. Knight had a reputation for treating students harshly and would often not care whenever one of them gets injured. The situation could not have been more perfect for him. He was the charming hero who came to rescue the damsel in distress from the villainous gym teacher. So, ignoring Mr. Knight's order, he went straight over to help her.

"Friggin’ disobedient teenagers. Fine then! Go carry Miss drama-queen! Get her out of my sight!" Mr. Knight said as he furiously packed away the last remaining gym equipment and went into his near-by office.

Now crouching next to the injured girl with the other two girls, George asked, "So how are we gonna carry her?"

"You hold her by the legs while we hold her arms," Chloe said.

"Got it!" George replied.

Everything was going great. All he had to do was carry the girl to the nurse’s office, which wouldn't be any trouble at all. "Nothing could possibly go wrong," he thought as he grabbed the girl's feet.

"Ow!! What are you doing?!" the injured girl screamed because George had grabbed her injured ankle too hard.

She pulled her injured leg towards her, which also pulled George forward as he was still holding unto it. She then instinctively kicked out her other leg to push George away from her. What happened after was almost predictable. The incoming George collided directly into the heel of her sneaker. The classic scenario of 'Girl's foot meets Boy's testicles' was played out.

"Oof!" he uttered as all the air escaped his lungs. He immediately went to his knees and cradled his injured balls.

"Be careful!" Chloe yelled.

"What are you doing!? Quit playing around!" Sophia yelled at him.

"Balls…," George said, his voice in a higher pitch.

"What? This is no time to be playing with your stupid balls! Take this seriously!" Sophia yelled again.

"Bitch! I just got kicked in my fricking balls! Wtf do you mean 'playing around'? I'm probably more hurt than her right now!" was what George would've said to Sophia, but he could hardly speak at the moment. In the end, he calmed down and contained his anger. After all, his goal was to impress them. So using all of his might, he pushed through the pain and got back up on his feet.

He grabbed the injured girl's feet again, careful not to hurt her again, and hoisted her up while the other two held her arms.

As they carried her to the nurse's office, he faced another problem. He realized why these two girls weren't able to carry their injured friend on their own. It’s because she was (a bit) on the heavy side. That, plus the discomfort in his lower region, made his pace a lot slower than the other girls’. Unable to keep up, he tripped over his own feet and fell on his butt, causing the injured girl’s butt to crash down against the hard floor with a loud thud.

"Oooooow!" she cried out.

" What’s wrong with you!?" Sophia yelled, who had finally lost her patience with him.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," George apologized, as he hurriedly picked himself up to carry the girl again till they were finally at the nurse's office.

**Nurse’s Office**

As they laid the injured girl onto the bed, Sophia and Chloe explained what happened to their friend in more detail to Ms. Gentles while George just stood at the corner of the room, self-loathing at how pathetic and uncool he looked.

"Hey, you!"

George looked up to see a furious Sophia approaching him.

\*WHACK!\*

She snap-kicked him right between the legs causing his entire body to immediately stiffen up as he looked at her with an expression of confusion and sadness.

"That's for hurting my friend! Twice!" she yelled before exiting the room.

George then tried to cup his balls but was stunned once again as Chloe gripped his shoulders and sent her knee into his crotch. He could feel his balls squish against his pelvis. His eyes crossed, his knees bent inward, and his mouth opened wide into the shape of an ‘O’.

"You wanted to play with balls earlier, right? So here, now you can play doctor with them!" she said as she jerked her knee further into his crotch before retracting her leg and also exited the room.

“Oh dear,” Ms. Gentles said, with her hand covering her mouth as she saw the young boy curled up into a ball on the ground, dry heaving as he tightly cupped his groin.

"Yikes! A kick followed up with a knee. Your poor testicles. You really must've angered them, huh?”

George only pitifully moaned.

“Sorry George, if I'd known this would've happened, then I'd have asked a girl for help instead of you. But I’m sure you’ll recover just fine. Try thinking happy thoughts,” she said before she left him alone to attend to himself.

One hour later, Ms. Gentles was at her desk sorting documents while the injured girl, with her ankle bandaged up, was sitting on the edge of the bed texting on her phone.

\*Knock! Knock!\*

“Excuse me, Ms. Gentles?” said a woman as she entered the room.

“Mom!” the injured girl said, looking ecstatically at the woman.

Earlier, Ms. Gentles had phoned the girl's mother to pick her up as she was too injured to continue to attend the rest of her classes for the day.

"Cindy, how are you feeling?" the girl’s mother asked as she went to her daughter.

"I'm feeling a bit better now. All thanks to Ms. Gentles."

"That’s so good to hear. Thank you so much, Ms. Gentles! I’ll take her from here," the mother said as she helped her daughter off the bed.

"It was my pleasure!” Ms. Gentles said.

Since Cindy was no longer hurting as much as before, her mother was able to at least limp, making it easier for her mother to carry her. As they got to the door, the mother turned to Ms. Gentles. "Um, excuse me but, what's wrong with him?" she asked, pointing at George, who was still, curled up, on the floor.

"Oh, he's fine. He's just playing one of those silly boy games us girls wouldn't understand."

"Ah, I see,” the mother said, looking back to George. “Boys sure can invent some silly games. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in their heads."

"Or what goes on in their sacks," Ms. Gentles whispered.

Shortly after, she ushered them out the door and then looked down at George, who was still moaning.

"How long are you planning to stay down there? You’re not trying to skip your classes, are you?” she asked.

"Balls...," George whimpered.

"Hmm?"

"My balls..."

"Ooh, your testicles? Are they still hurting from those hits earlier?"

George nodded.

"Oh, my. Maybe you got hit harder than I thought. I’m gonna have to remember to properly teach those girls how sensitive testicles are. They could’ve seriously damaged you,” she said as she helped him over to the bed. “I’m going to need to examine you. So pardon me while I just...” she said as she crouched down to unbuckle his pants, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage.

Also, with her face being so close to his junk, he couldn't stop himself from springing an erection, which slightly increased his ball pain. The moment she grabbed the lining of his underwear, he panicked and gripped her hand.

“Wait!” he said.

“What's wrong?” she asked.

“You’ll see to my dick.”

“I know it might be uncomfortable for you, but I need to check if it requires treatment. Besides, It’s not like it’s something I’ve never seen before, so there’s no need to get embarrassed.”

“No, but mines different, don’t look!” he said as he struggled to pry her hands away.

“Stop it, George! I'm doing this for your own good! So show me your penis!” she demanded, using both hands to yank down his underwear as he was too weak to put up any resistance. His large, swollen red balls came flopping out along with his 3.5” dick, which caught Ms. Gentles off guard. Even with her professionalism, she was still stunned from seeing the contrast of sizes. It was the largest pair of testicles and the smallest penis she’d ever seen in her whole career.

She looked up at his face, which was now the same shade of color as his balls, and saw him looking to his far left with his lips compressed.

"Is it... erect?" she asked, pointing at his dick. George just nodded.

"Oh, okay… I’ll just…" she said, not knowing what exactly to say to him.

She then held his dick with her index finger and thumb and leaned it left, right, back, forward, and examined it on all sides. She then peeled his foreskin further back to reveal his bellhead. He felt exposed and embarrassed as she stared down his peehole.

"Well, it doesn't look to be injured. So that’s some good news for you, at least,” she said while petting the head of his penis. “Now, time to check your testicles."

She then held his balls and began rolling them around, ensuring to feel every bit of texture in them, which caused him a bit of discomfort.

“Is anything wrong with them?” he asked.

“I’m not feeling anything out of the ordinary. They just seem to be swollen. An ice pack should sort that out just fine. I also have a painkiller injection I could use too.”

George sighed in relief, but then he heard a sudden knock came through the door.

“Who is it? I’m sort of busy at the moment,” Ms. Gentles said, balls still in hand.

"It's us again. Cindy said she left her phone’s charger, so we came to pick it up,” said the person behind the door.

George recognized the voice belonging to Sophia, the angry brunette who had recently busted him. Just hearing her voice again was enough to instantly kill his tiny boner.

Ms. Gentles immediately noticed his balls were retreating away from her, so she tightly wrapped her index finger and thumb around the neck of his scrotum, blocking their escape.

As she looked down at the pair of balls, she began to ponder to herself, "Actually, this might be perfect.”

“Hold on a minute, girls!” she shouted before looking back to George.

“George, you remember me saying I needed to properly teach those girls how sensitive testicles can be? Well, I think now might the ideal time to do so, with them seeing the real thing instead of a diagram.”

“Wait, what? B-but-,”

“I know, I know. You don’t want them to see your penis. Lucky for you, they only need to see your testicles,” she said as she readjusted his underwear and pants to hide away his dick, leaving only his balls to protrude out of his pants’ zipper, assuming he had no issue with showing them.

"That should be better, right?” she asked.

He was left speechless at her utter nonchalance, and the only reaction coming from him was his balls trying to retreat into his pants.

“Geez, George. Can’t you control these things?” she asked, giving his sack a frustrated and firm tug, which made him immediately stiffen up.

“There. Alright, girls, you can come in now!"

George's heart sank as the door opened. The two girls entered the room and were greeted by his large plums.

"Balls!" Chloe gasped, covering her mouth.

"Yes, Chloe. Balls! But the correct term is testicles," Ms. Gentles said.

The girls looked at each other and back to the scene in front of them. Suddenly, they started laughing out loudly. It was the combination of George's stupid-looking expression, the sight of his big swollen balls, Ms. Gentles pulling them out towards them, and finally her calling them 'testicles', that had made them lose it.

"C’mon now, I know testicles are funny-looking, but please pay attention. It’s time you two properly learn how sensitive a boy’s testicle is. Luckily George is willing to help. Now, come over here and let me give you a quick lesson.”

Not wanting to miss such a rare opportunity, they immediately agreed and went to sit by either side of Ms. Gentles. Chloe was now facing George's right ball while Sophia was facing his left one.

"Ok, first, let’s try to understand what testicular pain is like. So George, could you explain to us how it felt when you got kicked in the testicles?"

George was still speechless as he just couldn’t comprehend the whole situation. He's beyond embarrassed, and now he has to try and define ball pain to three females in a way they could understand?

His mind started to question everything. “Why is this happening to me? Is God punishing me for being jealous of my friends earlier? If so, then why my balls? Why am I being punished through my balls?” he asked himself.

All these questions ran through his brain rapidly, which led him to ask even more questions. “Why do we even have balls? Why are they designed this way? Why are they so sensitive and vulnerable?”

Then a thought dawned on him as if he'd finally figured out the meaning of life. “What if God is female? Of course, it all makes sense. She gave us balls to be easily controlled by women. Maybe that’s my purpose? To let them have their way with my balls."

At this point, George’s mental state had broke, in which he just accepted his newly discovered fate. So he went ahead and tried to answer the question the best way he could.

"When I was kicked there..."

"Where? You need to be more specific," Ms. Gentles asked.

"My ba- My testicles."

The girls started giggling.

"Shhh! Let him finish. Please continue, George," Ms. Gentles said.

"I felt an awful pain travel up my body, and my stomach started to hurt really badly like I wanted to puke."

"So a stomach ache? But you boys act as if it’s much worse than that," Chloe said.

"Yeah! Us girls feel stomach aches every month, and you don't see us complaining," said Sophia.

"No, it's much worse than a stomach ache. It felt like I was gonna die," George explained.

"Or maybe you boys are just wimps," Sophia said.

Her statement ultimately shut him up as he realized there is no way to correctly describe ball pain to them or any female for that matter. It's just impossible for them to understand.

"Ok, since George is bad at explaining testicular pain. We're just going to have to try some tests," Ms. Gentles said.

"T-tests?" George worriedly asked

“Yaay, let’s test the testes!” Chloe cheered, gaining a laugh from Sophia and even Ms. Gentles, who tried to hide it.

"It’ll only be a short demonstration. Nothing too severe. We already know how devastating a kick to the testicles could be, so we're going to find out what other ways they can be hurt, just to get an idea of their sensitivity."

George only cursed at himself for his inability to properly convey ball pain to them.

"We’ll do finger flicking first. Chloe, you’ll flick his right testicle, and Sophia will flick his left one. This is a test to see how painful a flick is and if one testicle feels more pain than the other. So, George, I want you to rate the pain you feel on a scale of 1 to 10,” Ms. Gentles said, tugging his balls further, which made them completely compressed within his sack. The three females had the perfect view of their exact shape and the visible veins of each testicle.

"Wow," Chloe said, entirely fascinated at the detailed sight of his right ball. Sophia, however, only said, "Gross," as she stared at his left ball with a look of disgust.

"Teeen!" George screamed as he felt his nutcords stretch.

"Now, now, George. We haven't even started yet, so you can’t be rating so soon. Ok, Chloe, you flick your testicle first," Ms. Gentles said, speaking as if the girl owned the ball.

Without hesitation, Chloe flicked his right ball, causing it to vibrate intensely for a while before finally settling. The three of them immediately looked up at George’s agony-stricken face, eagerly awaiting a rating from him.

"Ten! Ten!" He screamed.

"Yaay, I got a ten!" Chloe cheered.

"You’re next, Sophia,” Ms. Gentles said.

\*FLICK!\*

This time instead of vibrating like his right one, his left ball had risen upward higher than his other ball and had slightly flipped sideways into a diagonal position. If his scrotum had not been tightly holding the ball in place, he was sure that his ball would've made a complete 360 spin or maybe more. Now it was clear to him Sophia had a personal vendetta against his balls. He tilted his head back and howled,

"TEEEEN!"

"Ms. Gentles, he's not being truthful. He's just rating everything 10," Chloe pouted.

"Please, George. Take this seriously and give us honest ratings," Ms. Gentles scolded him.

“I was being honest, you bitch!” was what he wanted to say, but he figured it wouldn’t be wise to call the woman, who's literally holding him by the balls, a bitch. He then calmed down and remembered that he had already decided to submit to them.

"I'm sorry. I won’t lie again," he said.

"Good! Cause we'll be doing squeezes next. Chloe, would you kindly?”

Chloe then pinched both sides of his testicle and steadily applied pressure. A muffled scream was heard from him as he bit down on his lower lip.

"What's the rating, George?" Ms. Gentles asked.

His eyes started to water, and he wanted to tell them it’s a 10, but he feared being called untruthful again and angering Chloe. So he lied and said,

"Seven! No, an eeaaaiight!"

"See, I knew he was lying about the flick,” Chloe said, releasing his ball, which now had her fingers’ indentation.

“My turn!” Sophia said as she pinched the top and bottom of his testicle. Unlike Chloe, she didn't start off applying pressure slowly. Instead, she had pinched with all her might from the very start, pancaking his ball.

Now, this to George was, no doubt, a 10, an 11, probably a 20. In the end, he couldn't think of an accurate number, so just screamed out, "Hundred!! Pleaseletgo, pleaseletgo, pleaseletgo!!"

He repeated over and over until finally, silence. Even the sudden silence shook Sophia enough to release his ball.

"What happened to him?” Sophia asked Ms. Gentles.

“Is he dead?” asked Chloe, a bit worried.

“Oh, heaven’s no. This sometimes is what can happen when the testicular pain is too intense for a boy to handle. They pass out,” Ms. Gentles said as she stood up. “So, now do you see what happens when you don’t know how to hold back? I hope you both have learned from this.”

"Yes, miss. We sure did," Chloe replied while giggling along with Sophia.

"Good! Now here, take this and head back to your classes! I need to attend to poor George," Ms. Gentles said, handing them Cindy’s charger.

She watched them leave, now proud of herself for educating them. Then behind her, she heard a moan.

"Balls... Balls... my balls.”

"Oh, you've woken up already?” she asked, surprised to see him curled up on the bed, clutching himself. “That’s quite impressive! Usually, others would be out for far longer. But George, what did I say was the correct term you must use?"

"Testicles... testicles... my testicles."

"Good boy. Now just wait for a bit. I have something that’ll take away your pain," she said, walking to her desk to prepare her painkiller syringe.

Meanwhile, George had come back to reality as he regained his senses. “The hell was I thinking? Why did I let them hurt my balls? I need to get out of here!” He didn’t even bother tucking his balls back into his pants. He just slowly got off the bed, still holding his groin, and made his way out the room, without Ms. Gentles noticing. Now outside, he sighed in relief, feeling a bit safer.

"George, was it?"

A shiver went up his spine as he turned to see Chloe, who was standing next to the door.

"Here," she said, walking closer, which made him flinch until he realized she’s just handing him a piece of paper. Confused, he hesitantly took it with one hand and looked at it. Her phone number was written on it.

"I thought you were kinda cute back there, you and your numbnuts. So, text me later, ok?” she said as she looked down to see his other hand was barely able to contain his swollen balls, causing her to cover her mouth and chuckle. She then spun around and went left, down the hallway as she said, “Bye\~.” He watched as her ass, still well defined behind her skirt, swayed from side to side as she jogged away.

George couldn't believe it, so he had to take a second glance at the piece of paper. He got a girl’s number. He smiled and, triumphantly, raised his fists into the air.

"Take that, Lucas and Tyler! You sons of -"

"Look out!"

To his right, stumbling down the hallway opposite to nurse’s office, he saw a girl that was carrying a large stack of books, heading his way. She inevitably lost her balance, dropping all of her books and tumbles forward. George instantly knew what was gonna happen next. After all, he did the math. A female + balls hanging out of zipper + both hands currently too far to protect them in time equals a world of hurt. He just accepted his fate and prepared for the worst.

"Please, just don't break them," he whispered as if he was begging God. The top of the girl's head collided directly into his balls, pinning them against the wall behind. They both slowly slid to the floor, with his balls still pinned for the entire journey down the wall.

"I'm so, so sorry. But thanks for catching me. That fall could've ended badly for me," She said as she lifted her head to rub the top of it and adjusted her glasses.

"But your hands, though. Why did they feel so squishy?” she asked, only to be greeted by large, swollen red balls in front of her.

"Ohmygod! I'm so sorry! But why would you use your…," she stopped, realizing he was completely unconscious.

"Ohno, this isn’t good,” she said as she looked around in a panic. “I don’t wanna get in trouble, but I can’t just leave him here.”

She then saw the nurse’s office was just next to them and also saw that George had a piece of paper.

After a couple of minutes later, Ms. Gentles heard a knock on her door. She opened and looked around, only to see George unconscious next to her.

“That's where you ran off to. So you tried to leave on your own but didn’t make it very far, huh? You should know your own limits,” she said. Then she noticed a piece of paper neatly placed over his balls and crouched down to get a closer look at it.

“We’re hurt. Please take care of us,” the note read with a simplistic drawing of a frowning ballsack.

**The End**

**Author's note**

Okay, I wasn't expecting this one to be that long, but for some reason, I enjoyed torturing George as I wrote this. Lol.

So, part 3 will be Lucas-focused, and it will not be the last part. Just think of parts 1-3 as origin stories for the three boys.

Also, if anybody was wondering why Ms. Gentles never wears gloves before she handles male genitalia, don’t worry about it. She’s a professional. :)