New Self Defense Class at Washington High School, Ch. 10, Part 1 - The Testing

**Chapter 10 - The Testing, Part 1**

**(Sunday Morning)**

Heather woke up in a panic. The alcohol consumption the night before might have had something to do with her sleeping right through her alarm. She scrambled to get an outfit together. She took off her PJs, slipped on a white Señor Frogs T-shirt over her pert breasts, foregoing any support, grabbed her favorite white thong and a red and white plaid skirt.

Grabbing a breakfast bar, she raced toward the front door. “Shit, mom blocked me in!”

Heather ran down the hall to her mom’s room. “Mom, your car is blocking mine!”

“She left with her Sunday morning walking group, I can give you a lift,” her brother Brian said coming down the hall.

“You’re a life-saver, bro!” Heather said, giving him a peck on the cheek. “But we gotta go now. You ready?”

Brian was still in his PJs - his loose football practice shorts, no underwear, and a tank top. Not wanting to waste any time, he grabbed his car keys and now he was the one rushing his sister, “Let’s go!”

“Shit, what shoes am I going to wear?”

Seeing her black Mary-Janes still on the living room floor from the night before, Brian grabbed them and handed them to his sister. “Wear these,” he said. They both paused for a moment, recalling the events of the night before.

“These will work,” she smiled.

They raced out to the driveway. Heather wrestled her backpack off her shoulder and bent over to throw it in the backseat, giving Brian an incredible view of her thong-clad ass. He paused for a second to admire it. She caught him peering. “Stop it!” She said, playfully slapping him on the chest.

“Here she is!” Principal Brown shouted as Heather and her brother walked in at about 9:45 am. “And you brought Brian. Hello sir!”

“Ahh, he can’t stay. I just needed a ride,” Heather said to the group.

“Would you mind if I stayed for a while?” He said looking at the principal and his sister.

“Fine with me, darling,” Ms. Brown said with an almost flirting tone. “Just be aware that things might get a little uncomfortable for anyone with a set of nuts in this room today.”

“Oh, I’m aware,” Brian said, rubbing his hand on the principal’s shoulder and smiling broadly.

She returned the smile and said, “Well, this could be an interesting day.”

Ms. Brown called Nurse Spalding and her assistant, Gail, over to join them.

“We’re still waiting on Miss Hartel to show, but let’s talk for a second on how we want to go about this,” the principal instructed. “Depending on how many boys show up, I think first, we’ll have you check each guys nuts over here,” she said to the nurse and her assistant.

“Once you take an inventory of each nut and its current condition, we’ll have the boys start with Heather over there so she can test them with her feet.”

Looking around, Heather saw the balance beam over in the corner of the gym, “Do you mind if I test them over there?” She said pointing to the apparatus.

“Oh, I like the way you think,” Ms Brown said. “So, as they get done with Heather, she can send them my way where I’ll be testing each nut with my knee.” The two shared a knowing smile, Heather thrilled to see what the principal could do to a pair of nuts.

“Then Miss Spalding, you and Gail can give each guy one final squeeze test and record the condition of each nut.” Gail nodded, holding up her clipboard.

“And what about Miss Hartel?” The nurse asked.

“Well, the boys are about to arrive, so we’ll just have to see if she shows up. She never did respond to my text.”

It was just about 10 am and boys started showing up, most of them with their mothers by their side - a couple even had some of their sisters along for the fun. Apparently, the dads wanted to steer clear of this activity for whatever reason. In all, there were about 10 of the 20 boys from the class in attendance.

Rich’s mom did respond to the text, informing the principal that there were “complications” at the hospital the night before and that Rich would not be able to attend today and that he may miss a few days of school.

Apparently, Tommy’s mother either did not receive the text, or she just didn’t respond, which also meant that Tommy’s sister, Sandy, would not be coming by today as well.

“Thank you all for coming to this emergency meeting,” Ms. Brown said addressing the group. “As you know our new self defense class has been a resounding success and we’d truly like to thank you and all of your sons for aiding in that success. However, I’m not sure if you have heard, but we did have one of the students suffer a great deal of pain just this week in the class.”

One of the mothers spoke up, “Yes, but I heard they were able to fix Rich’s nut with surgery.” *Little did they know that Rich was over at the hospital for a second time in a week and was neutered the previous evening.*

“You are correct,” the principal answered. “Most ruptures these days, through the marvel of medical science, are able to be repaired. However, this is not the pain I am speaking of. We all know boys are bound to have their nuts injured at some point in their lives, it’s a fact of life. No, I’m speaking of the hurt one of our female students endured when SHE was the one who administered an innocent knee to the Rich’s groin, causing it to explode.”

Some of the mothers nodded in agreement while others were still confused.

“As you can imagine,” the principal continued, “this poor girl was completely blind-sided by Rich’s unusually weak testicle.” More nodding amongst the females in the gym. “She was merely learning to defend herself, completely unaware that a boy’s nut might give way so easily. This poor girl had to hear the sound of a nut rupture merely inches away - can you imagine?!”

There was an audible gasp from the whole group, even from some of the boys.

“And I’m not sure if you are all aware that the young lady who had to endure that tragedy is bravely here with us today and has agreed to help us with this special program. Heather take a bow!”

The ladies all erupted in applause. The ones standing near her, enthusiastically patted her on the back. Heather beamed with pride. Then one of the mothers raised her hand.

“I feel kind of bad for what happened to Rich, but can you tell us what this special program is all about?” The mother asked.

“Of course. Now, I don’t want to blame Rich or his mother,” Ms. Brown continued, “I’m sure they had no idea how strong - or how weak - his nuts were at the time, which is precisely why we are here today - to institute this brand new nut-testing program here at Washington High School! We will be testing the integrity of every young man’s nuts before they are allowed to join this essential class. I have vowed that no girl shall suffer another ruptured nut when she is merely trying to learn to defend herself in our self defense class!”

More loud cheers. Even some of the boys clapped.

“How do you plan on testing the guys’ nuts?” One of the mothers asked.

“Great question,” Ms. brown answered. “As you can see, we have brought in our lovely nurse, Miss Spalding and her assistant Gail. And Heather here has an uncanny ability to put pressure on a nut and know precisely if that nut will give in or not. She will be invaluable to our testing program. And I, myself, will be giving each boy a healthy knee to each of his testicles to see how they hold up.” The mothers and sisters looked at each other, nodding their heads in approval when another one of them raised their hand.

“I just wanted to say, this nut testing is such a wonderful idea. Those girls are lucky to have such a caring principal. Besides, I think it’s a great idea that all of us mothers know just how strong our boys’ nuts are!”

One of the sisters couldn’t resist asking a question of her own. “Do you think it would be a good idea - once we learn how this testing goes - for us to test their nuts at home? I mean, just to be sure their nuts don’t explode in the class, cause that would be awful, for the girls.”

“Now that is a wonderful idea, young lady,” Ms. Brown said clapping her hands. “We can talk more about that at the end of our session today. To get things started for the tests, gentleman, I’d like for you to grab a jockstrap out of this box, go get changed and come back out for our opening warm-up.”

“What else do we wear?” One of the boys asked.

“Oh, you will be wearing just the jockstrap,” the principal answered.

“What? Only the jock, nothing else?” Another boy asked.

“We could have you go nude, if you prefer?”

“No ma’am, the jock is fine,” the boy answered back quickly.

“I thought you might see it that way. The jocks will give us a chance to see our targets, aiding in the administration of today’s testing. And since every guy here has brought either his mother or a sister, when you get back out, we would like for all of you to line up along the sideline of the basketball court with their partner facing them. Chop, chop!” The principal yelled as the boys sprinted to the locker room to change.

While the boys were changing, Brian came up with an idea. “Hey sis, since we didn’t get to - um - finish our testing last night, do you think it would be okay for me to participate in the nut tests here today?”

“That’s a great idea!” Heather said with glee, “Let me ask.” She made her way over to the principal. “Ms. Brown,” Heather said somewhat whispering, “As you know, my brother is playing football at the university and since they don’t have a nut-testing program over there, he would like to know if it’s okay for us to test his nuts here today.”

“Well, dear, as much as I would love to help out your brother, I’m afraid because this is a school-sanctioned activity, our insurance just wouldn’t cover it. Even just a one-nut loss wouldn’t be covered. I hope you understand.”

Heather nodded her head dejectedly. A couple of the mothers who heard her felt really bad for Brian and his sister and started to quietly plan a way to help.

As the boys were filing out of the locker room and lining up on the sideline, two of the mothers asked their daughters to stand in for them for the warm up and they made their way over to Brian and Heather who were still standing together.

Some of the sisters in the group got a big kick out of seeing their brothers in only jockstraps and snickered as they lined up. “I can see all of their asses!” One girl said to another nearby. “And look at those bulges!” Another said laughing.

When Carl Larson came out of the locker room, most heads turned to look. Even though he was wearing the appropriate-sized jockstrap, his nuts were so large that both the left and right nuts were bulging out each side of the fabric. All of the females in the room couldn’t help but stare, especially his mother Barb and sister Lucy. Neither had ever taken notice of Carl’s huge balls - apparently, he did a good job of keeping them out of sight - until now.

“Okay girls,” Ms. Brown said staring along with the others, “We are here to help these boys, please try to make it comfortable for them.”

“By kicking their nuts?!” One quipped, creating more giggles in the group of ladies.

“Now, before we begin with the warm up, I’d like to have our school nurse, Miss Spalding and her new assistant, Gail come forward. They will both be monitoring the guys’ nuts throughout the day. Gail will be noting the condition of each nut on her clipboard after every exercise. Let’s give these ladies a nice hand,” Ms. Brown instructed and the crowd obliged.

“We thought about having the boys doing these tests in the nude, but we realize that may be a tad embarrassing for some our guys who are still…shall we say, developing. So in order for the nurses to have access, boys, you will be instructed to lift the pouch of your jockstrap out a few inches, allowing for your nuts to temporarily drop out of its confines, understand?” The boys nodded and a few of the sisters elbowed each other in anticipation.

“We’ll start on this end. So Jim, if you wouldn’t mind, could you please lift up your pouch?”

The starting quarterback of the football team was a little hesitant. If you remember back on the first day of class, when Miss H measured all of the boys, he came up well short of expectations in the size department. But this group of ladies didn’t know that. They only knew him as the hunky senior quarterback. And his own mother and sister were standing right in front of him.

Nurse Spalding and her assistant crouched in front of Jim and awaited the dropping of his nuts. Painfully shy about exposing himself, Jim lightly tugged at his jockstrap. Both nurses looked up at him, trying to be patient. He pulled a little harder. They could see the edges of both nuts come into view, but still no drop. Nurse Spalding finally got impatient and grabbed the front pouch of the jock and pulled. SNAP! The strap going around the left cheek tore off its base, causing his left nut to drop down out of the pouch.

“Well now look what you made me do!” the frustrated nurse said to Jim. “But at least I can check this nut now!”

The nurse reached out, grabbed the ball and palpated it with her thumb. “Feels normal,” she said to Gail, who noted that on her clipboard. “You should check the back of the nut,” Gail reminded her boss. So the often absentminded nurse took a hold of Jim’s left nut firmly, and instead of palpating the back using her fingers, she aggressively twisted the poor kid’s nut so that it faced the nurse. Jim’s eyes started to cross and he stood up on his tip-toes to try to break free, but that only made things worse.

Gail was beside herself at the malpractice happening right in front of her and she reached out to try to help the student who was now screeching like a hyena caught in a metal trap. Her attempts only made things worse as Miss Spalding tugged the nut away from her assistant. The group of women were trying their best not to burst into laughter at this Laurel and Hardy exhibition happening right in front of them - even Jim’s mother was covering her mouth to keep from showing her delight.

Finally, the nurse got the feel she wanted and calmly said to her assistant, “The back of the nut seems normal as well.”

Jim let out a huge sigh of relief. Of course, his sister who was there with him found the whole thing much too funny and turned her back to her brother so she could let out a hearty laugh.

“Now we have to check your right nut,” the nurse said looking into Jim’s eyes. The young man immediately pulled up on his jockstrap and allowing his right nut to drop into plain sight.

“Maybe I should check this one?” Her assistant recommended, much to the relief of the quarter back and to the disappointment to his mother and sister.

So Gail got down on one knee in front of Jim to inspect his right nut. It too seemed normal, although smaller than its counterpart. As the assistant probed the nut, she got a glimpse of just how small his dick was as it tried to peek its head out of the pouch. *This poor guy*, she thought to herself, *no wonder he was so anxious about pulling open his jock*. Then she saw the threads of the strap going around his right butt cheek and saw how it too was unraveling. *Oh, no*, she thought, *this is about to burst open - how cheap are these jockstraps?!*

Now Jim was standing in front of the whole group with his left nut hanging freely out of his damaged jockstrap. He was really starting to feel self-conscious so he slowly walked over to his principal. It was a funny sight, with every step, Jim’s exposed nut swayed back and forth. When he got to Ms. Brown he quietly asked, “Is there any way I can go put on a new jockstrap?”

“I’m sorry, honey, but we have a limited amount and we’re not sure how many more boys will be showing up today,” she said loud enough for everyone to hear. “Besides, this will make it easier for us to test that one!”

Down the line, the nurse and her assistant checked each guys’ nuts - much to the amusement of the mothers and sisters in attendance - and noted their condition. Then they got to Carl. “Would you look at the size of those two things,” Miss Spalding said under her breath, eliciting a smile from her assistant. “Can you…” Carl beat her to the punch and tugged at his jock. It didn’t take much for each nut to spill out. Now two grotesquely huge balls, sat in front of the two ladies.

“I don’t even know how to start,” the nurse muttered, reaching out her left hand. “Guess I’ll start with the right nut,” she said, now grabbing a hold of the orb. Carl jumped at her touch. “Ohh, a little sensitive, are they?” The nurse asked. Carl nodded in shame. “We see this with most men who have such gigantic balls,” the nurse said to no one in particular. “The larger they are, the more sensitive they seem to be. Must be the amount of nerve endings, I guess.”

Standing nearby, Heather now got a little worried, considering her brother’s nuts were about the same size as Carl’s. Then she recalled how much abuse she employed on his large nuts just the night before and felt a little guilty. Two of the mothers grabbed Brian and asked if he would help spot them over on the balance beam while all of the others were occupied by the testing.

“Of course, balls this size also can take much more abuse and not be harmed in the slightest,” the nurse said cheerfully. “Now, let’s have a look.” That made Heather feel a little better as she watched her brother meander off with the two mothers she just met.

Carl closed his eyes as the nurse prodded his orbs. They really were extremely sensitive and as the nurse pushed her thumbs in, she asked for his mother and sister to come closer. “See, here. I can push my thumb almost to the center of his nut and cause almost no damage.”

Carl hung on the word “almost” as tears started to roll down his cheeks.

“You try,” the nurse instructed the two. Carl’s mother hesitated so his sister Lucy jumped at the chance, getting down on one knee in front of her brother. She slowly pushed her thumb into his right nut. She could feel his heartbeat in his nut the deeper she went. Lucy wanted to look her brother in the eye as she buried her thumb deeper and deeper, but his eyes were closed impossibly tight. She looked to her mother. “This is amazing. I can almost touch my thumb to my fingers!” Her mother smiled in approval.

Seeing Carl was on the brink of passing out, Miss Spalding intervened. “Great job, young lady. I think your brother here has the ideal nuts for practicing self defense."

"Really? How so?" Carl's mom asked.

"Well, they are - um - large targets - obviously - they are sensitive so a girl can see an authentic reaction upon impact, and they are virtually indestructible.”

Lucy stood up and the ladies who had circled tight to watch the episode, patted her on the back and clapped as Carl sank to his knees in agony.

“Now that the initial exams are complete, we will start with an easy warm up,” Ms. Brown spoke up. “We have found that before we test the integrity of each nut, it is best to have them good and warm. So first, we will do some light knee thrusts. Please place your hands on the boys’ shoulders, slowly bring up your knee and give the nuts in front of you a slight bump. Just enough to wake up those nuts. Ready, begin.”

Ms. Brown looked around for her Phy Ed teacher who still wasn’t there. *She should be the one leading this, where is she?* She thought to herself.

All of the ladies brought their knees up to the balls in front of them - some hitting the target harder than others.

Carl’s sister, still exuberant from the nut squeeze she just gave her brother, may have been a little too enthusiastic with her “bump,” sending him back down to both knees and trying to catch his breath.

“Good job, ladies! Now remember, this is just to warm up the nuts. You don’t have to hit them too hard.” The principal said smiling, looking in Carl’s direction.

There was some laughter and pointing at some of the females who may have used a bit too much gusto.

“Let’s do it again, but this time use the instep of your foot and let’s kick the balls in front of you. And once again, this is only a warm up. You don’t have to hit full force.”

“Did she say to hit full force?” Carl’s mother asked her daughter.

“I think so mom,” Lucy said trying to keep a straight face. “Help me pick him up.”

After Carl’s mom and sister lifted him to his feet, Barb didn’t waste much time in delivering a swift and direct kick to her son’s huge nuts. He collapsed immediately upon impact, coughing loudly on his way down.

“Oh dear,” Miss Spalding said seeing Carl drop to the floor. “Come with me,” she said as she grabbed Gail’s arm and pulled her along. Carl was barely conscious by the time they got to him. “Carl!” The nurse yelled to the young man. “I’m going to check the integrity of your nuts! That was a pretty hard kick. We need to record how well your nuts holding up.”

So the pretty nurse pulled up hard on Carl’s jockstrap, causing both his nuts to plop out the sides of the pouch. Lucy was crouched down along side the nurse, fascinated with the process taking place right in front of her. The nurse aggressively grabbed his left nut, intently looking for any abnormalities or signs of trauma. “This nut is just fine,” she said looking up to her assistant, who jotted down notes.

“This right one looks a little swollen - your kick must have made direct contact with this one, Mrs. Larson,” the nurse said looking toward Carl’s mother. She probed the nut with both hands. “Oh, yes, I can feel a slight contusion here on the bottom part of the nut.” Gail once again jotted the new info into her notes.

“You can feel where the nut bruised?” Lucy asked, genuinely interested.

“Oh yes, do you want to give it a feel?” Miss Spalding asked Carl’s sister.

Lucy dove right in, grabbed a hold of her brother’s right nut and started probing with both of her thumbs. “Like this?” The young lady asked. “That’s perfect,” the nurse responded. “Can you feel the broken blood vessels?”

“Not really. Maybe I should press harder?” The nurse nodded in approval.

Carl’s sister was now showing little mercy to the large nut resting in both of her hands. She pressed both thumbs deep into the orb, her tongue peeking out of her mouth in a gesture of concentration.

“Can you feel it?” Miss Spalding asked again.

“I think so,” Lucy said, most likely causing even more broken blood vessels in her brother’s now purple nut.

“Good job,” Gail said, trying to lift the young lady off her brother, hoping no more damaged would be caused.

“Thanks! That was fun!” Lucy said beaming.

Across the gym, Brian found himself helping one of the mothers up onto the balance beam.

“It’s been so long since I’ve done this, would you mind coming up here to help me balance?” The young mother asked.

Being the gentleman he was, Brian didn’t hesitate. His large muscles bulged out from his tight T-shirt as he easily hoisted himself up on the beam. The woman on the beam looked down to her friend on the floor and gave her a wink and a smile.

**To be continued...**