New Self Defense Class at Washington High - ch. 10, part 3 - The Beam

**Ch. 10, pt 3 - The Beam**

Miss Hartel the Phy Ed teacher was closely inspecting Brian’s nut, now kneeling next to his sister Heather.

“It’s almost like a tire track or something,” the teacher said looking over to Heather. Then her gaze caught the bottoms of Heather’s shoes - and they were a perfect match. *Oh, no! She must have accidentally stepped on her brother’s left nut*, the teacher thought to herself. *I better not embarrass her with this bit of information.* Instead she used humor to deflect the situation.

“I know your brother was into car racing, but this is taking it a bit overboard, don’t you think?” That broke Heather’s concern for her brother’s nut and the two burst out in laughter.

“And it looks like he might have a flat on that one!” She joked, pointing at her brother’s right nut, that still displayed the deep indentation from the high heel that just moments ago was plunging deep into that orb.

“I see he’s starting to wake up,” Miss H said, “I’ll go get him a bottle of water so you can stay here with him.”

“Thanks, Miss H,” Heather said, now caressing her brother’s hair trying to ease his pain as he woke up. “I don’t think he’ll be moving for a while after that fall on the beam!”

As Miss H walked across the gym floor to get Brian some water, every boy there was glued to her every step. There was a goddess among them. Her firm breasts slightly bounced with every step, her nipples hardening from the friction on her white crop top and the way the blue thong framed her perfectly shaped and bronzed ass was just too much for the hormone-crazed young men. All of them at this point started once again filling their jockstraps with hardening flesh, some of them showing off huge bulges.

“Are they ALL wearing nut cups now?” One of the naive sisters asked.

“NO!!” Ms. Brown yelled, running to separate the girls from the boys, desperately trying to avoid another broken dick situation. *The first one was bad enough!* She thought. “They are NOT wearing cups!”

And as small as Jim’s hardness was, it applied just enough force to tear the last few threads of his jock and the front pouch went springing upward. It took a few moments for him to realize what just happened and he was hoping no one noticed. But they did. Especially his mother, Julie, and sister, Candy, who tried really hard to stifle their reaction, but the more they tried the worse it got until they both exploded in uncontrollable laughter.

Jim - the starting quarterback - wanted to roll into a ball and die. He frantically grabbed at the pouch of his jock and pulled it down over his now shriveling dick. “Can I get a new jock now?” He pleaded with his principal.

“I explained to you earlier, we have just enough supporters for every boy in your class and I’m sorry, but we just can’t afford for anyone to use two of them,” Ms. Brown explained.

“I have a small sewing kit in my office!” Miss Spalding blurted out. “Let me go get it!”

“I think that’s going to be your best bet, young man,” the principal said, then she turned to his mother. “What do you think?”

“I’m certainly not going to buy him a new jock every time he sees a pretty lady walk by,” Julie said. “If we can sew it up, that will do.”

The nurse came running back with her emergency sewing kit which consisted of a few spools of thread and one very large sewing needle.

The nurse knelt in front of Jim, pulled out the needle, threaded it and asked him to step forward.

“Wait, wouldn’t it be easier if I took off the jockstrap?” Jim asked, a bit of dread in his voice seeing that huge needle in front of him.

“I don’t think the group has time for all of that,” Jim’s mother said, “You’ve already wasted enough time with all of this nonsense!”

The nurse put the needle in her mouth, grabbed the end of the pouch with her right hand, then reached between Jim’s legs and secured the strap that need to be reattached. With both hands full, she had no way to grab the needle out of her mouth. A bit flustered, she let go of the elastic legstraps, sending it straight into both of Jim’s nuts.

“Oops! Sorry about that!” The nurse said, genuinely sincere in her apology. “I’m going to need someone to hold the pouch and straps while I sew them together. Can you help me?” She said looking at his sister.

“I don’t really have much experience,” Candy said, trying to be coy. “But I guess I could give it my best shot.”

“Wonderful. Take a knee next to me here.”

From this angle, Candy could see just how small her brother’s dick was, even though the fabric from the jock was laying over the top of it. For a moment she actually felt bad for him. This more than likely explained why he couldn’t hold onto a girlfriend longer than a month, despite his good looks.

Now the semi-circle of women watching grew tighter and closer, not wanting to miss a second of this drama. Gail, Miss Spalding’s assistant, had a pit in the bottom her stomach watching her mentor with a large needle that was about to come within millimeters of that poor boy’s nuts.

Candy reached out and grabbed both ends of the fabric that she was to hold together, careful not to touch flesh in front of her - it was her brother after all.

“I’d like for you to take the very bottom of the pouch and stretch it out a little ways from his groin,” the nurse instructed, “we don’t need to be too close to those nuts when we do this!”

“Like this?” Candy asked pulling the bottom of the pouch far too high, exposing everything her brother had down there. The ladies couldn’t help but gasp and even giggle at the sight. Candy hadn’t realize she lifted the fabric so high, but once she heard the reaction she quickly brought her hand down and her knuckles slammed into both her brother’s balls. His reaction sent the ladies into even more of a laughing fit. At this point Candy felt bad for her brother, she didn’t intend for him to suffer such humiliation. Seeing her daughter’s distress, Julie stepped in to try and help.

“Honey, just take this end of the jock…” she said, grabbing the bottom of the pouch, “And…wait a sec… are you going to be able to sew into this fabric?” She said, now lifting up the pouch herself for closer examination, exposing poor Jim’s small package for all to see once again. “Do you guys see this?” Julie asked, showing the ends of the fabric to all who would look, but all they could see was a tremendously small dick.

“Oh, we can see it all right,” one of the mothers spoke up, “It doesn’t seem like a very big problem from here,” she said to lots more laughter.

“I’d say it’s an itsy-bitsy problem, if you ask me,” one of the daughters shouted, now eliciting howls from the group looking on.

Candy saw all the ladies reactions - one even snapped a pic with her phone - and she dropped her head into her hand, feeling awful for her brother. He will never live this one down, she thought.

Nurse Spalding, eager to show Julie it could be done, reached out her hands to grab the fabric, forgetting that she was holding a large sewing needle in her hand, and as she took a hold of the pouch and the straps and attempted to join them together, she managed to plunge the needle into Jim’s right nut. Jim was too shocked to react. The nurse could feel some resistance to her joining the two pieces of fabric so she pushed them together with much more force, shoving the needle deeper into his nut.

The only one who had a view to this skewing was his sister, Candy. She was absolutely dumbstruck with what was happening to her brother’s nut. *How can he not be passing out right now?* She thought to herself. *That is fucking amazing!* Just seconds earlier Candy was feeling great concern for her brother and the embarrassment he must surely be experiencing, but now, she was feeling outright fascination, seeing his nut getting pierced only a few inches from her face.

“I, um, I think I know what you’re saying now,” Candy said to the nurse, “Let me try.”

Taking a hold of both ends of the fabric, which now rested just under Jim’s sack, Candy managed to find the needle with her thumb and under the guise of pushing the two pieces of fabric together, she plunged the three-inch spear even deeper into her brother’s nut and managed to remove the thread from the needle. Amazed at the lack of a reaction, she looked up into his eyes to see them gloss over into what must be a state of shock. Her panties quickly filled with her juices.

“That’s perfect!” Miss Spalding yelled out. “Hold that there!”

Jim’s mother could tell he was getting a bit woozy and stood next to him to keep him standing upright, completely clueless to the massacre taking place in her son’s sack.

The nurse scooched closer to Candy who was still holding the pieces of fabric together. “Now, where did I put my needle?” The nurse searched her hands, then the floor but couldn’t seem to find it.

“I think maybe you lost it,” Candy said on the verge of an orgasm. “Is there another one in the kit?”

“I think so!” The nurse said cheerfully.

When she came back with an even larger needle, Candy experienced her first orgasm of the day. “That’s per, per, perfect,” the young lady said.

“Dear, you are sweating, are you feeling okay?” The nurse asked. Candy could only nod her head.

“I tell you what, since you seem to have control of the fabric down there, how about I hand you the needle and you can take care of sewing things up down there?”

Again, Candy nodded in approval, unable to talk through the ecstasy she was experiencing.

Using her left hand to keep the pieces of fabric together, Candy grabbed the new needle in her right hand. As much as she wanted to jam the second needle into his other nut, Candy came up with a devious plan on the spot. In order to keep things going, she decided she would actually sew the jockstrap back together, however, she was also going to grab just enough flesh from Jim’s scrotum and incorporate that into her threading.

With her brother so far out of it and her mother holding him up, she was easily able to grab the bottom part of Jim’s sack, squeeze it together with the two ends of the jock and begin to slowly and methodically force the large needle through the fabric, into his flesh, and back out the underside. Stitch by stitch her pussy continued to gush with her fluids. Nurse Spalding was looking on with eager anticipation, seeing her student so deftly handle the sewing task before her. Of course, she was completely blocked from the view of it entering Jim’s sack every 1/4 inch or so.

“That looks pretty good,” the nurse said patting Candy on the back. “I think he’s ready to rejoin the testing!”

*Holy shit, the testing!* Candy thought to herself. *He’s going to be put through a gantlet of tests with a three-inch needle in his nut! This is going to be something to see!*

“Okay gentleman,” Ms. Brown yelled, “We are going to start the testing over here with Heather at the balance beam. Could you all line up and place your nuts on the beam, please?”

When the boys all arrived at the beam it became obvious that it was much too high for them to be able to rest their balls on the beam from where they stood.

“We’re going to have to lower the beam,” the principal said, “Miss H, can you ask your boyfriend and Heather’s brother to come over and lower each side of the beam for us please?”

“Of course!” Miss H said running over to her boyfriend.

The principal instantly regretted asking the teacher to go get her boyfriend as everyone in the room got another viewing of the sexy nymph traipsing across the gym floor. Once again, jockstraps were filled to their capacities. Well, except for Jim who was too out of it to notice and too small to fill out his jock, no matter how hard he got.

When Miss H’s boyfriend Hank made it over to the beam - still wearing just his Speedo - the principal asked for him to lower his end and for Brian - who had apparently recovered just enough to help - to lower his.

Brian’s end went down fairly easy and he locked it in place to about the height he thought was appropriate. Things were not going as smoothly on Hank’s end.

“Oh, that end always sticks,” Miss H said jumping up onto the beam. The boys were once again treated to an amazing view of their gym teacher. Her thong gave them a delicious view of her ass, and with her being about three feet higher than them, you could clearly see up her short crop top, displaying the bottom half of her supple breasts.

“Babe, hold that end tight, we don’t want this to come crashing down or it will dent our new floor,” the teacher told her boyfriend, looking around to see if her principal was watching.

Hank grabbed a hold of the beam tightly with both hands and held it just above his stomach. Miss H slowly walked toward the end of the beam, gently bouncing up and down - again, an amazing thing for the boys to see - but the beam still wouldn’t budge. When she finally got to the last foot or so of the beam she warned Hank, “Hey babe, I’m going to jump a bit, can you manage to keep a hold - I really don’t want to damage the floor.”

“I got it babe, no worries,” was his response.

Miss H gathered herself, trying to maintain her balance and she jumped up, hoping to dislodge the stuck beam - and it worked! Unfortunately for her boyfriend, he wasn’t quite as strong as he thought and the beam sent him falling to the ground, landing on his ass, with the six-inch wide beam landing squarely on both of his nuts.

POP! POP!!

It sounded like someone fired two quick shots from a small caliber gun. Hank briefly inhaled a large breath, then collapsed onto his back, his nuts still trapped under the beam. Mercifully, he passed out.

“Honey?” Miss H said, confused by his lack of a reaction, still standing on the beam. “How are you doing?”

Even the scatterbrained Miss Spalding had a pretty good idea of what just happened, stepping over to the gym teacher to help her down from the beam.

“We didn’t dent the floor, did we?” Miss H said, looking around to see if her boss, Ms. Brown was watching.

“I think the floor is fine,” the nurse said, gently lifting the beam off of Hank’s nuts, “I’m not so sure about these,” the nurse cringed, gently cupping what was left of the poor guy’s balls.

Miss H ran over and knelt next to her boyfriend, temporarily ignoring the nurse, and ran her hand across the pristine wooden floor. “Thank God!” Miss H said with relief, “we just had this floor re-done last summer.”

“Everything okay over here?” Ms. Brown said, coming over to check on the commotion.

“Just fine,” Miss H said. “Everything is good as new!”

“Really?” The principal said, “I’m no expert, but those don’t look as good as new to me.”

Miss Spalding now had each nut extricated from Hank’s tight Speedo and they were the size of two melons. It finally hit the gym teacher just where the beam landed. Her jaw dropped open.

“You mean…the beam landed…on his…his nuts?” She asked the nurse.

“I’m afraid so,” Miss Spalding responded. “But hey, they can usually fix em right up nowadays!”

“As long as there’s enough of the nut left to stitch together,” the principal chimed in, “how are they feeling?”

“Weeeelllllll, it feels kinda like chunky peanut butter. Is that good? Can they sew the chunks together?”

The principal shook her head and advised they get some ice and call 9-11.