New Self Defense Class at Washington High School - Ch. 8, pt. 1

(This is a continuing story and would make most sense starting from the first chapter. All characters are over the age of 18)

**Chapter EightTommy gets discharged/Visit to sporting goods store**

Sunday morning. It had been a long couple days but Tommy was about to be discharged, feeling better, but one nut lighter.

His three loyal companions were out in the hall right outside of his room - Sue, his mother, Sandy, his sister, and Chloe, his mother’s aerobics friend.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Sue lowered her voice and spoke to the other two girls.

“Listen, I know we all enjoyed practicing those defense moves on Tommy the other night, but now that’s he’s actually lost a nut I think we better go easy on him. I really don’t want to have a eunuch for a son.”

The other two nodded. Then Sandy smiled, “But you have to admit, that was a LOT of fun.”

Sue was about to chastise her daughter, raising a finger, then she just paused and said, “So fun!” And all three enjoyed a laugh together.

“You guys are in a chipper mood,” the female surgeon said walking toward Tommy’s room. Then she looked at Sue, who was no longer wearing the scrubs as all three ladies had gone home the previous evening to shower and change into regular clothes.

“You look familiar,” the surgeon said, “do I know you?”

“I don’t think so,” Sue responded. “I’ve been here a couple days looking after my son who just lost a nut.”

“Oh, that was your son?” She said, now leaning in to whisper. “Don’t feel too bad, the poor guy down the hall just lost both of his nuts. One of our nurses made a mistake and we accidentally took BOTH of his nuts! Imagine coming here with two nuts and leaving with NONE. God, I love my job!”

Sue nervously laughed, hoping no one would figure out it was her who ordered the double orchiectomy.

The doctor looked at her chart, “Well, good news. Your Tommy gets to go home today!”

“That’s wonderful,” Sue said.

“But I must warn you,” the doctor continued, “I’ve seen many young men who leave here with one nut, only to come back not long after, with another rupture to their remaining nut. I don’t know what it is, but those who have only have one seem to be a magnet for more trauma.”

“Oh dear,” Sue said looking at her daughter and friend. “What can I do to help?”

“I’m glad you asked. I have here a prescription for a one-nut nut cup.”

“A what?”

“It’s a nut cup specially designed to hold a singular nut after a boy has lost one.”

“Is that totally necessary?”

“Well, you do want him to retain his remaining nut, correct?” Sue nodded. “ You could just have him wear a regular cup, but we have found the one-nut cups do a much better job of holding that ball in place and protecting it from jostling around causing possible fractures.”

“Ohh, ouch. We don’t want that.” Sue said wincing.

“For insurance purposes, we’re going to have to take a photo of the incision wear he lost the nut. And you’ll have to bring the photo to the sporting goods store in order to qualify for the one-nut cup. Our state law requires it. I highly recommend Schuler’s Sporting Goods on main street. They have very experienced personnel who are very knowledgable on these specialty cups.”

“Yes, whatever you say. How soon should we get one?”

“As soon as possible.” The doctor suggested. “I’d hate to have you wait only to be back here for me to remove his last nut.”

“Yeah, none of us wants that! We'll go get one today!” Sue responded as they all stepped into Tommy’s room.

“Good news, baby!” Sue said as she approached her son. “You’re going home!”

“Wow, that’s great,” Tommy said now looking at the doctor, “Thank you so much!”

“He’d give his left nut to thank you,” Sandy chirped, sending the whole room into a tizzy.

“It’s no problem. Just promise me you’ll take care of that other nut - I don’t want to see you again!”

Tommy sat up and shook the doctor’s hand. “You bet. I don’t plan on coming back!”

“Now, for insurance purposes, we’re going to need to take a photo of your incision,” the doctor explained.

“Really? For what?” He asked, looking to his mother.

“It’s so we can get you a specialized nut cup. The doctor HIGHLY recommends it.” Sue said to her son.

“Do they really need a photo?”

“It’s state law for us to get this prescription, honey," his mother informed him.

The doctor set down her clipboard and took out her phone. “I’ll need you to stand up and lift your gown,” she instructed.

“With them here?”

“We won’t look, honey,” Sue assured him.

Without hesitating the doctor squatted in front of Tommy and lifted her phone to take the photo.“Please lift your gown,” the doctor said with a touch of lust in her voice, knowing what was underneath. None of the other three ladies looked away.

Embarrassed, and just wanting to get it over with, Tommy lifted his gown. All four females hearts skipped a beat, seeing Tommy’s ten-inch member.

The doctor stared for a LONG second, reached out to move his huge cock out of the way, sending a shiver down her spine, then took the pic.

“Okay, that’s it. You’re free to go. You can pick up the photo at the front desk.”

“Thank you so much.” Tommy said giving her an impromptu hug.

“No, problem. And Tommy — be careful!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Hey, before we leave,” Sandy said. “How come Tommy’s voice isn’t changed? I thought when they lose a nut, their voice goes higher.”

“Great question,” the doctor responded. “That usually only happens when the male loses both testicles. As long as your brother keeps this nut, he shouldn’t have to worry about singing soprano in the choir! Why do you ask?”

“I just think that’s so funny when a guy talks like that. So is it permanent?”

“Well, unless he finds a way to grow his balls back, yes, it’s permanent.”

“That would be so cool!” Sandy said looking at Tommy, the thought making him cringe and his sister smile.

“Don’t talk of such things, Sandy,” Sue said ushering her daughter out of the room. “Thanks again, doctor!”

Moments later all four of them were walking down the hall toward the front desk, Tommy using crutches.

There were about four nurses and a receptionist at the front desk with their hands over their mouths, stunned at something in the receptionist’s hand. Then they noticed the group coming down the hall and scrambled to leave the scene.

“This must be yours,” the receptionist said with a shit-eating grin, handing the photo towards Tommy.

“I’ll take that,” Tommy’s sister said, snatching it away from the woman.

“Sandy!” Tommy yelled out as his sister ran down the hall with the offending photo.

“Come get it!” She joked, running faster down the hall, knowing there was no way her brother could keep up.

“Mom!” Tommy yelled.

“Give that back, young lady!” Their mother yelled, Chloe now laughing her ass off at the scene unfolding.

Sandy took out her phone, snapped a quick pic of the photo and handed it to her mother, “Here, you can have it,” she said laughing.

Once in the car, tired of eating hospital food the last few days, Tommy asked if they could go get something to eat.

“We are going straight to that sporting goods store, young man. You heard the doctor.”

“But, mom!”

“There is no debating it. Do you want to keep that nut? This is serious honey. The doctor said she has removed so many second nuts and all because the guy wasn’t smart enough to wear a cup!”

“So I have to wear that thing ALL the time?” He asked.

“Of course, dear. Unless you want to be a eunuch. Is that what you want?”

Tommy shook his head slowly, realizing the gravity of the situation.

“As funny as it would be for you to lose both of your nuts, I think mom is right, you better wear that nut cup,” Sandy said lovingly. “I’m sure you can take it off when you sleep!”

Sue shook her head.

“Really?” Sandy said loudly. “He has to wear it to bed?!!”

“The doctor said we can’t take any chances and guys with one nut tend to squish it when they sleep.”

“Oh, man, that sucks for you dude.” His sister said laughing and tussling his hair from the back seat. “I hope that thing is comfortable.”

“I never realized nuts could cause so much distress,” Chloe chimed from the back seat. “Maybe you’d be better off without them.”

Silence filled the car as everyone pondered that statement.

“Maybe,” muttered Tommy.

Sue looked in the mirror at the two ladies in the back seat. All three of them smiled.

**Sporting Goods Store**

“Hi, welcome to Schuler Sporting Goods!” A bright and cheery, young blonde girl said to the four as they enter the store. Seeing Tommy on crutches she smiled even brighter, “Let me guess. You’re here for a specialty cup?!”

Sue looked around, “How did you know?”

“The crutches. And the limp. Tell-tale signs!”

“Wow, you’re good,” Sandy quipped, smiling at the energetic young lady.

“Did you bring the necessary insurance items?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sue said reaching into her purse, handing over the prescription and photo. Without looking at the paperwork, she took them and led them toward the nut cup section.

“I’m Bridget, by the way. And here are all of our protective cups!” she said waving her hand at the huge racks of jockstraps and cups.

“Wow, look at all of these,” Chloe said impressed at the selection.

“Yeah, we’re known for our vast array of protective devices - mostly nut cups! Here is the section you’re looking for - our one-nut, nut cups. These are sold by prescription only - a guy has to be lucky enough to only have one left to get one of these babies! You guys take a look around and let me know if you have any questions. I’ll go process this paper work.”

“She may need a nurse after she sees that photo,” Chloe whispered to Sandy. They both giggled, evoking a glare from Sue.

Trying to change the subject, Sue reached out and grabbed a cup off the shelf. “Look, they have both left and right one-nut cups.”

“Yeah, I suppose that makes sense,” Sandy said grabbing one herself. “Tell me again, did they cut off lefty or righty?” She asked her embarrassed brother.

“The left,” Tommy muttered.

“What’s that?” Sandy asked, really rubbing it in.

“The left! They cut off my left nut!” Tommy said somewhat angrily, drawing laughs from two high school girls who happen to be walking by.

“Fine, I don’t think we need to tell the world, THAT YOU LOST YOUR LEFT NUT!” She teased, being sure anyone nearby could hear it.

Over at the checkout counter Bridget was just about to put the insurance information into the file cabinet without even looking at it when the photo caught her eye. “HOLY SHIT,” she muttered under her breath, causing her co-worker to look over.

“What?” Her co-worker inquired.

“Um, look at this,” she said holding up the photo.

“Oh my God!” The girl whispered, not believing what she was seeing. “Is that his?” She said gesturing toward Tommy.

“Yep!”

“Holy shit.”

“I know, right?”

“Do you want to help him?” Bridget offered.

“That would be so awesome,” the girl replied when she saw the new girl come into view. “We should have the new girl Dawn help him!”

“Oh my God, you’re a genius! That would be SO FUNNY!”

Bridget got on the intercom and belted out, for all to hear, "Dawn to the front desk for a one-nut fitting. Dawn, to the front desk for a one-nit fitting."

Sandy chuckled and elbowed her friend Chloe, "Guess who that fitting is for?" Both girls laughed causing Sue to chastise them loudly, right in front of Tommy and the two high school girls who were not so inconspicuously hanging around the nut cup section, "Honey, it's not very funny that your brother ruptured his nut and only has one left! Try to show some compassion!"

The two high school girls burst out laughing and disappeared behind a row of cups when Tommy looked over at them.

Dawn skipped up to the front desk,"I heard my name on the intercom. What did you need?" she asked Bridget.

"Well, we have a one-nutter over in the cup section who needs your help with a fitting."

“A what?” said the naive 18-year old who had only worked there for a week. “What does he need?”

“He needs help with a fitting of a one-nutter. You know? A one-nut nut cup.”

“Oh…Oh, really? I haven’t done one of those yet.”

“It’s a piece of cake. Ask him which nut he lost, help him find the right size, and be sure to test the cup before he buys it. We want to make sure he has the right one!”

“Oh, right. Okay. Thanks for the tips!”

Bridget’s co-worker spoke up as Dawn left to help the new customer, “Dawn, this is a really BIG job, go get him!”

“Yes, a REALLY BIG job,” Bridget added as both girls held back their laughter.

Dawn psyched herself up and marched toward section C, the nut cup section.

“I understand you’re looking for help finding a nut,” the nervous girl said causing Sandy to laugh loudly.

“You’re too late for that, honey,” Sandy laughed. “He lost it and it AIN’T coming back!”

“I’m sorry, I meant a one-nut, nut cup,” the girl said almost collapsing in embarrassment.

Sue felt bad for the girl, “It’s okay, honey.” She said putting her arm around her. “Yes, my son lost a nut so we’re looking for one of these one-nut cups.”

“Oh, yes, okay. Which nut did he, um, you know, ahhh,”

“His left one,” Sue interrupted, trying to help out the girl.

“So we need to get him a right nut cup?”

“I would guess that’s how it works,” Sue said with a wink.

“Oh, okay…so what, um, size do you need?”

“Well, how do we determine cup size with these things?” Sue asked.

“By, um, underwear band size, I think?” Dawn said, noticeably confused.

“Okay, he wears a medium in underwear. Should we grab him a medium?”

“Ahhh, I think so?” The girl said reaching out to grab a right nut, medium cup. “Here you go,” she said handing the package to Tommy.

“Thanks, do I go in here to try it on?”

“Yes. And, um, let me know if you need any help.”

This kind of threw Tommy off, but the girl was cute so he let it slide.

In the changing room Tommy managed to get the jockstrap up and over his still swollen right nut. He grabbed the unusual nut cup, looked at it and wondered how he could fit everything into it. Taking a breath in, he started pushing the cup into the pocket of the jockstrap. It was a very tight fit. But, at the very least it, it covered his right nut. Barely.

As Tommy stepped out of the dressing room Bridget and her co-worker sauntered over.

“Now, be sure to test the cup,” she whispered to Dawn who nodded.

“Please step over here and place your feet on the footprints on the floor,” Dawn instructed Tommy, her two co-workers looking on with bated breath.

Since they specialized in protective cups, it only made sense that the store had a place to test out the cups. A kicking station, if you will. It had a rubberized mat with two large footprints spread out about three feet, causing the guy being tested to spread his legs quite a bit.

Tommy waddled over to the designated area, spread his feet to accommodate the footprints and awaited instruction. “Now what?” He asked.

Dawn looked at her two friends who nodded in support.

“Please put your hands on top of your head,” Dawn directed.

Puzzled, Tommy complied.

With building confidence, Dawn aggressively stepped forward and thrust her foot into Tommy’s groin. He fell with a hard thud, coughing loudly, drawing the attention of the high school girls who were still nearby. They could hear one of them whisper to the other, “Did you see that?! She just kicked that guy in the nuts! You mean NUT! Hahaha!"

A slight panic overcame Bridget who quickly ran to Tommy’s aid.

“He did say he’d be better off without them,” Sandy drolly said to her mother who couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re right. He did say that.”

“I’m so sorry,” Bridget said, consoling Tommy who was curled up on the floor with Dawn standing over them with both hands over her mouth, shocked at what she just did.

Trying to defuse the situation, Tommy stood up and adjusted the nut cup. “I’m fine,” he said.

“Are you sure?” Bridget asked.

“Yes… I think so.”

“What size cup did you give him?” Bridget asked, knowing it was probably too small, considering the photo she just saw moments ago.

“It was a medium.”

“What?!! A Medium!”

Not wanting the poor girl to get in trouble, Sue stepped in. “It’s my fault, I told her medium.”

“Oh, I see. Did you measure the customer?” Bridget asked.

“Well, his mother said he was a medium waist.”

“Oh dear,” Bridget said to the group. “We are supposed to measure every guy who comes in here. Sorry, folks, she’s new.”

“Measure his waist?” Dawn asked, truly not knowing.

“No, not his waist.”

“So what do I measure?”

Tommy’s mom, sister and friend started to smile and elbow each other.

“Well, what goes into the nut cup?”

“I have to measure his…thing?” Dawn asked incredulously.

“Again, she’s new,” Bridget said, looking at the group. She handed Dawn a cloth tape measure, patted her on the back and pushed her toward Tommy. “Remember this in your training?”

“Ohhh, that’s right. I DO have to measure his thing.” Dawn said, the realization just kicking in. “Follow me please,” she said stepping into the dressing room.

Tommy was beside himself. *Was this necessary? At least she’s cute* he thought to himself, too sore and tired to put up a fuss.

As the cloth curtain was closed in front of them, all those standing outside the room were anticipating how this next step would go. And they weren’t disappointed.

“Please lower your shorts,” they could hear Dawn say. “Okay, now the jockstrap.”

Tommy struggled getting the tight garment over his fairly swollen orb and huge cock. As he lowered it, his manhood came into view. Inch after inch. Dawn’s mouth lowering along with the jockstrap until his cock was completely out. They could all hear the loud gasp, followed immediately by the sound of someone hitting the floor.

The group outside was confused at first. Tommy was a little panicked. Not knowing what to do, he knelt down next to Dawn. “Ummm guys, I think she passed out.”

To be continued...