New Self Defense Class at Washington High, Ch. 10, part 7 - Kickball Locker Room

**Chapter 10, part 7 - Kickball Locker Room**

“You’re a very brave young man, helping Bridget out like this,” the nun said, putting her hand on his back, escorting him to the locker room inside the school.

“She’s been a great boss,” Scott said, a twinkle in his eye. “And her passion for these new nut cups is inspiring.”

“Well, these cups will help a lot of women in that school - and you offering your nuts like this is very brave. You’re doing God’s work."

“Oh, it’s not that big of a deal. She’d do the same for me,” he paused knowing how silly that sounded, “well, if she had nuts, haha!”

“Haha, you are something else. Not many guys would endure such pain to their most delicate organs to help a friend like you’re doing. It’s such a Christian thing to do. If there’s any way I can help you on this mission, please just let me know,” She said, kissing him on the forehead.

Scott looked at the nun, smiled and simply said, “thank you.”

“Ah, here we are,” Sr. Anne said, stopping outside the locker room.

“Ummm, that says ‘Women’s’,” Scott said.

“Yes, dear. This is an all-girls school, we only have women’s facilities. Don’t worry, it’s Sunday, there won’t be anyone in there,” the nun assured him. “Go ahead. The sooner you get that other jockstrap on, the sooner you can go help those girls!”

Scott hesitated, but entered the room. “Hello?” He said announcing his presence. There was no response so he slowly penetrated the locker room, the smell of perfume and fresh shampoo filled the air. *So this is what a girls’ locker room smells like*, he thought to himself as he looked around. There were many open lockers with various articles of clothing strewn everywhere. And so many bras hanging on the edges of the lockers. *They must wear different bras for kickball*, he thought to himself - *makes sense, I guess.*

Having never been in a girls’ locker room before, Scott was beside himself with the sights and smells bombarding his senses. He reached out and felt the fabric of one of the bras. “So soft,” he said aloud. And they were everywhere. He was surrounded by colorful, sexy bras. He walked around feeling many of the bras - some were lace, some satin, some had molded cups that he wrapped his hand around, getting a feel for just how big the owner’s breasts must be.

Then he noticed all of the lockers had panties hanging from hooks. *Why would they wear different panties for kickball,* he asked himself. Then he remembered all of the shiny blue panties he saw from under their skirts - *they were part of their uniforms, of course,* he thought*.*

He saw all kinds of panties as well. Some were regular white cotton panties, but many were a bit risqué, and some very small. There were satin thongs, high-cut styles, briefs, hip-huggers, and some were transparent even, leaving little to the imagination. Finally, the temptation got to be too much and he reached out and grabbed a pair of beautiful pink lace panties and held it up to his face. He could smell the wonderful aroma of a woman. He took a deep breath in, lost in the scent.

“Everything going okay in there?” Sr. Anne yelled, startling Scott, his heart dropping from the interruption.

“Yeah, I’m almost ready,” he lied.

He took one more large breath in of the panties in his hand and begrudgingly placed them back on the hook. He took a hold of his blue shorts and slid them down to the floor. Then he heard a weird noise from a locker bay a couple bays over from his. Cautiously, he tipped-toed over to see what it was.

Sr. Anne assured him that there wouldn’t be anyone else in the locker room, so he thought it was probably nothing, but worth checking out.

When he got to the locker bay where he heard the noise, he slowly peeked his head around the corner and couldn’t believe what he saw - it was a girl, wrapped in a towel, sitting on the bench in front of an open locker, wearing headphones and painting her toenails.

*Shit! What do I do?* He thought to himself. But by the time he made a decision, the girl spotted him, screamed, and ran over to him, tearing her headphones off in the process. Scott froze in terror as the girl aggressively approached him. Her sudden movement caused the towel to completely drop about five feet in front of him. As her lithe figure, still wet from a recent shower, perky breasts and trimmed pubic hair stormed toward him, all he could do was drink in the beautiful sight and brace for what was about to happen.

BAM!! The nymph unleashed a solid front kick to his unprotected left nut. Scott slammed against locker to his right, hitting his head pretty hard.

“What are you doing in here?!!” The girl screamed standing over him, oblivious to her nakedness. “Who are you?!!!”

Hearing the commotion, Sr. Anne burst into the locker room.

The girl was still very upset and had her right foot held high, about to stomp hard down on Scott’s nut.

“Sarah, wait!” The nun yelled, causing the girl to pause with her foot high in the air, giving Scott a glorious view of her beautiful snatch.

“Sr. Anne? What’s going on?”

“Put your foot down, and I can explain.”

The girl started to bring her foot down, but right above Scott’s groin.

“Not on his nut!” The nun yelled out.

“Why not? This creep was spying on me - here in the locker room!”

“It’s not what it looks like,” the nun attempted to explain. “I gave him permission to be in here. Now please move your foot away from his nut.”

Sarah stepped back, put her hands on her hips and said, “Okay, this better be good. I was about to give this guy a sex change.”

The nun ran over to Scott who was still laying on the floor, clutching his nut in pain.

“How you doing, honey?” The nun asked, genuinely concerned. “Move your hand, let me see.”

Scott reluctantly took both of his hands away from his groin.

“It doesn’t look too bad,” the nun said reaching out to check on it. She rolled it around in her hand for a couple of seconds, much to the dismay of Sarah, who was watching this with her jaw dropped low. “Everything still seems to be intact. Sarah, can you go get some ice from the machine over there. And put some clothes on!”

Sarah stood there flabbergasted.

“Hurry!” The nun said, “He’s starting to swell!”

The girl took a few steps to her locker, grabbed her purple thong, pulled it on, then ran over to the ice machine, her perky breasts bouncing in a most delightful way.

“Here you go,” Sarah said handing the ice pack to Sr. Anne. “Now can you explain to me what’s going on? And what in the world is he wearing?”

“It’s a long story,” the nun started, “but this brave young man is helping a friend test these jockstraps so that women all over the country can become better at defending themselves.”

“Test them? How?”

“He has volunteered to have girls kick him in the nuts, wearing this new jockstrap. Do you see how his left nut is completely out of the cup?” Sarah nodded. “Well, that allows women to kick him, see how effective their kicks are, all while protecting his other nut.”

“Ahhhh, I see,” Sarah said, “That’s a pretty cool invention. And I think I did get his left nut pretty good."

“Before we came in here, he was out at the ball field, allowing our kickball team to kick him there, in his nut, and all for his friend who is trying to market this device to help women everywhere.”

Standing there in just her purple thong, Sarah’s mood quickly changed. “Wow, you have volunteered your nuts…” she paused, “to help us women? That’s so wonderful. But why is he in here, again?”

“Oh, yes. Well, you see the jock he has on now? That one allows for his left nut to be kicked,” then the nun stood up, went and grabbed the other one, “And this one,” she said holding it up, “will allow the girls to kick his right nut.”

“So he just had his left nut kicked by the team and now he’s going to go back out there and let them kick his right nut?”

“Precisely,” the nun responded.

“Wow, that takes - um - balls." She said with a laugh. "I think you just became my new hero. Anything I can do to help?”

“Well, I suppose we can help him get out of this jock and into the other one,” Sr. Anne said.

So the two women reached out a hand and hoisted him from the floor. Scott was loving the attention and why wouldn’t he? To his left was a gorgeous, nearly naked co-ed, and to his right was a beautiful, albeit, spoken for, woman - both lovingly helping him with the task at hand.

“You seem to be a bit shaky still. How about we have Sarah hold you up and I can change out the two jockstraps?” The nun suggested. Scott merely nodded his head in approval.

So Sarah got closer to the young man, wrapping her hands around his left arm, pressing her naked breasts against him while Sr. Anne got down on both knees to take off his jock.

The nun grabbed the top of the strap at both sides of his hips and started lowering it down. She didn’t get far when it abruptly stopped, causing Scott to wince in pain.

“Ohhh, you okay, honey?” The nun asked concerned.

“That felt weird,” he said. “What happened?”

“Well,” the nun said, attempting to pull the jock down again. “It seems…” she said, pulling harder, causing Scott to wince yet again, “It seems…it…might be…” she continued pulling, “I think it’s stuck,” she said, looking over at Sarah, causing both of them to laugh at the predicament.

“Let me take a look,” Sr. Anne said, letting go of the jock. “Hmmmm,” she said, now holding his nut in one hand and the cup part of the device in the other. “It looks as though the swelling isn’t allowing your nut to pass through the hole in the cup.”

“Can’t you just push the nut through?” Sarah asked, trying to be of some help.

“Well, it's pretty swollen. There’s a good chance I could pop the nut if I did that - which would be very uncomfortable - but it could work, I guess. You okay with that, Scotty?” She asked.

“I trust you, Sister. Do what you have to do,” he said looking down at her.

“But what if it pops?!” Sarah asked, now very concerned with what she proposed.

“If it pops, it’s just God’s will, Sarah. I think we can all live with that,” the nun said.

“I guess you’re right. Like you have taught us many times. Sometimes God’s will hurts.”

“Exactly, young lady. Very good,” then she looked up at Scott. “Okay, brace yourself. This might hurt.”

Scott closed his eyes while Sarah pulled him tighter, enveloping his arm with both of her naked breasts. He was at once delighted and scared shitless. *It’s just one nut*, he thought to himself, and tried his best to focus on the topless girl squeezing him tight.

Sr. Anne placed both of her thumbs onto Scott’s left nut, then curved her fingers around the edge of the top of the nut cup. She looked up at Scott, hoping to get a sign of approval, but he still had his eyes closed. Without any more hesitation she started pushing with her thumbs and simultaneously pulling with her fingers. She could see it was going to be an arduous task. But she was determined to free that nut.

Scott was clenching his teeth in agony as the nun pressed down hard on his nut. Sara looked on in extreme empathy, now rubbing her breasts up and down his arm. The sensation causing a stirring in her loins. A wet spot started to form on her purple panties.

The nun continued to press down - hard. Sweat was forming over both her and Scott’s forehead. Even through Scott’s grunts you could hear a tearing in his nut, almost like celery being twisted apart - this excited Sarah even more and started to concern Sr. Anne.

“You doing alright?” She asked Scott, but got no response. Finally after one more significant push on the nut, the nun let go and plopped down on the floor in exasperation.

Scott let out a breath of relief. If you can call it relief as he was still in a great deal of pain.

“That is one tough nut,” she said. “It’s not budging.”

“What now?” Sarah asked.

“I don’t know how we’re going to get that nut through that hole.”

“Well, how are we going to get him back out there so they can kick his other nut? We can’t let this little set-back stop him from helping.” Sarah asked, worried her hero would no longer be able to help.

“What if we used some sort of lubrication to free the nut?” The nun asked.

“That’s a great idea!” Sarah said excitedly. “I’ll go grab some shampoo from my locker!”

As she turned to go to her locker, Scott got a fantastic view of her perfect, round, yet firm ass and the stirring in his cock did not help matters much. Then she turned around with the shampoo and seeing her full body from a distance, Scott was quickly falling in love.

“Here, try this,” Sarah said, handing the bottle over to her teacher.

Sr. Anne grabbed the bottle, knelt in front of Scott and looked up to him. “You ready to try this again?”

“The girls are waiting for us, we better get going!” Scott said.

“You ARE my hero,” Sarah said as she gave him a peck on the cheek.

Sr. Anne, so proud of Scott’s response, was determined to make this work. She poured some shampoo into her right hand and brought it up to Scott’s swollen nut. Before touching it, she looked over to Sarah and explained, “This is God’s work, what we’re doing here. No need to be ashamed. If he can sacrifice his nuts, we can certainly help him out in any way we can.” Sarah nodded her head in approval.

Focusing on the task at hand, the nun placed her hand on Scott’s nut. A little shock went through her body. It had been quite a while since she last touched a man. *I’m doing God’s work*, she reminded herself as she gently rubbed the shampoo onto the young man’s nut.

Once sufficiently coated with the make-shift lube, Sr. Anne once again placed her two thumbs on Scott’s now red nut. “Ready?” She asked. Scott nodded.

The nun pushed hard with her thumbs only to find they both slid violently over the nut, landing squarely on the cords at the top of the nut. The sudden pain caused him to wildly jerk his body, nearly sending the nun tumbling over.

“Whoa! Sorry about that,” Sr. Anne said. “I did not see that coming. You doing okay?”

“That one stung a bit,” he said, hopping up and down. “Why did that hurt so much more than the last time?”

“I’m no expert, but I did take a few biology classes in college and…here, let me show you,” she said motioning for him to step closer.

Once he was in front of her, the nun reached up with her left hand and carefully held his nut up while taking her right hand and sliding her pointer finger and thumb along the outer shell of the nut until she got to the cords. “There!” She said, “Do you feel that?”

Scott winced slightly, “Yeah, I can feel it. That’s where it hurt last time.”

Now Sarah was curious and stepped around to see what the nun was showing him. Scott loved how Sarah’s breasts hung so beautifully as she bent over to get a better look.

“Well, that’s where the nut attaches to the spermatic cord and it goes from here…” she said as she traced the cords up higher, “up into the abdominal cavity where it ultimately attaches to the body.”

“That’s really sensitive!” Scott said, pulling back.

“Exactly. That’s why you just jumped when my hand slipped. That is a VERY sensitive area of the body.”

“Even more sensitive than the nut?” Sarah asked.

“Yes, dear. Even more sensitive than the nut,” her teacher explained. “It’s the main reason the twist and pull method of self defense is so effective.”

“Oh, cool. I’ll have to learn that some day.”

“I bet Scotty here would let you practice that some day, but for now, we need to find a better way to extract this nut.”

“Would you let me try that some time?!!” She asked excitedly.

Weary of such pain, but smitten with the beauty that stood before him, Scott sheepishly nodded his head.

“Oh, Scotty! You’re the best!” She said, throwing her arms around him in a huge hug. Scott was in heaven as this pretty much naked girl embraced him tightly. “My hero!”

During their embrace, Sarah could feel Scott’s nut cup press against her pussy - which was once again fairly moist - and an idea suddenly came to her.

“Hey!” She exclaimed. “Last week in my anatomy class, Sr. Johansen taught us that when a man ejaculates, his testicles contract immediately after discharge. But only for a split second. What if…”

“We can’t do that,” the nun interrupted her thought. “And why is Sr. Johansen teaching you such things?”

“C’mon, Sr. Anne! This could work. Don’t we want to get him back out there to help those girls?”

“Well, I’m not sure this is the most appropriate way to do this,” the nun said, truly conflicted.

“Like you said before. No need to be ashamed. We are doing God’s work!” Sarah said pleadingly.

The nun had no retort. “I did say that - and you’re absolutely right, we ARE doing God’s work. But I will let you handle this. I’ll be right outside in the hallway.”

“Nonsense,” Sarah said grabbing the bottle of shampoo. “This is a two-person job! I will stroke him off, you get ready to pull the cup off. The timing is crucial.”

The nun couldn’t argue with the logic of it all, except they were both forgetting one thing - Scott was quite capable of stroking his own cock, but who was he to correct them? He was already starting to get hard.

“Okay, we can do this. And even though I truly believe we are doing God’s work, we both might want to go to confession next week. Just to cover our bases.”

“Excellent!” Sarah exclaimed, “You kneel on his left side and I’ll grab his cock!”

By this time Scott’s cock was rock-hard and pushing the cup outwards. Sarah knelt down, slowly reached her right hand forward and slipped her hand under Scott’s cup.

“Oh!” She said upon feeling its stiffness. “You got a head start!” She said laughing, looking up at Scott’s face, who was now turning bright red.

“Let me take this out, and we can finally get this thing off!” She paused realizing what she just said, “The jockstrap off. That’s what I meant!” Now she was the one blushing.

She tugged on the hard cock in her hand, but comically, it was stuck inside the cup. She pulled harder. “Whoa! Easy there, killer!” Scott said with a laugh in his voice.

“Here, Sr. Anne, you pull the cup out a bit, while I tug on his cock to try and spring it free.”

The nun looked at her student, finding it hard to believe the situation they were in, but relented to her idea, pulling the cup away from Scott’s body. Sarah saw there was now more room, however, Scott’s cock had now grown even more. She grabbed the shaft tightly and with a dogged determination, started pulling. It was still stuck and now all three of them started to hear a cracking.

Concerned, but still determined, Sarah looked up at Scott, “You okay?”

“Yep,” he grunted out.

Sarah yanked with all her might and they all heard a loud crack as Sarah fell back on her ass. The two ladies' jaws dropped. Scott stood there in disbelief.

“Did I just break your cock?” Sarah asked, terrified. Sr. Anne brought both hands to her face, “What have we done?”

Scott reached down and felt his still rock-hard cock. It didn’t seem any different. With the absence of a reaction from Scott, Sarah got back on her knees and started to feel the cup.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

“What is it?” The nun asked.

“We broke his cup,” Sarah said in disbelief. “Well, HE broke his cup. His COCK broke his cup. Holy shit.”

They all started laughing. “That is impressive,” Sr. Anne said, adding to the laughter.

“Unfortunately, it’s not broken enough to get his nut out.” Sarah said. “Back to the original plan. You got the cup, I got his cock.” She directed.

Sarah went right back to work, pouring shampoo into her hand, she looked up at Scott, licked her lips and lovingly wrapped her hand around the eight-inch cock in front of her. “Be ready, Sister, I have a feeling this won’t take long.”

The nun reached up with both hands, placed her two thumbs on the outside portion of his nut and gripped with her fingers, the top of the nut cup. She was in position and ready.

Sarah started stroking. She started slow at first. From her knees, Scott’s cock was at about eye level with her. The virgin was enraptured looking at his beautiful cock, feeling the heat of his beautiful cock, stroking his beautiful cock. The two of them made eye contact - Scott couldn’t believe his luck. Sure, he nearly lost a nut - and still might - but it was all worth it to have this moment to share with Sarah. And to think, about 20 minutes ago, she wanted to neuter him.

After a few minutes, Sr. Anne started to get a bit impatient. She couldn’t believe this young man hadn’t shot his load yet. After all, he had a nearly naked, gorgeous woman jerking him off and he hadn’t cum yet?!! Wanting to get this part over with, the nun sat up taller on her knees and motioned for Sarah to come closer. She whispered something in her ear, much to the delight of Sarah.

“Really? That will work?” She asked, slightly dumbfounded. The nun nodded. “Okay, I’ll try it.”

Sarah temporarily let go of Scott’s cock, reached down for the shampoo bottle again, and poured some in the middle of her chest. She scooted forward on her knees, grabbed his cock, placed it in between her C-cup breasts and started to bob up and down his cock.

“Oh, yeah,” Scott moaned, now doing some thrusting himself.

An orgasm was imminent. One problem though - with his thrusting, Sr. Anne had a difficult time keeping a hold of his cup. As he felt the cum building up, Scott started pumping even faster.

“Oh, yeah, big boy!” Sarah encouraged.

He was close. Both were unaware of the comical scene unfolding right next to them. Sr. Anne valiantly trying to keep a hold of the cup. With so much bucking, first her left had slipped off the cup, and it didn’t take long for her second hand to fall off.

Sarah and Scott were now staring each other in the eye, lost in the throes of passion.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” They said in unison, Sarah's panties now soaking wet.

“Wait!” Sr. Anne said, getting up from her position on the floor, fearing she might miss the moment.

Seeing the look in Scott’s eyes, she knew the time had come. In her layman days, she knew that look all too well. As Scott yelled out in exultation - it was time! The nun lunged for the cup. She could see cum splash hard against Sarah’s neck and chin. She timed her reach perfectly as she grabbed the cup with both hands, her full weight now bearing down on the cup as she slipped forward.

Scott screamed in both ecstasy and agony as he felt himself orgasm all over Sarah’s chest while his left nut was being tugged grotesquely away from his body. Then POP!!

Sr. Anne laid on the floor at Scott’s feet, holding up the nut cup with both hands like she just scored a touchdown. All three were very concerned about the popping sound, but not seeing Scott fall to the floor, Sarah gently lifted up Scott’s cock with her left hand while reaching for his sack with her right. She cupped both balls for a few seconds. Then she rolled them around a bit. The other two waited for a reaction…

“We did it!” Sarah cheered, lifting her arms in celebration. She and Scott embraced each other warmly, jumping up and down. Sr. Anne jumped to her feet, wrapped her hands around the two of them and joined in the jumping. “We did it!” The nun yelled.

“Ummm, I hate to break this up, but we’re ready whenever you are,” a voice came from across the locker room.

Startled, but quick on her feet, Sarah grabbed the new jockstrap, slipped behind Scott and hoisted it up his legs and pushed him forward.

“He’s ready,” Sarah said.

Sr. Anne, playing right along, held out her right arm for Scott to grab. “Shall we?” She said as they walked toward Bridget.

“Excellent!” Bridget said, “We thought you got lost. We have an entire kickball team who would like a chance to kick your nuts.”

“I’m all yours,” Scott said with a smile.

And as the three of them walked out, Sarah sat on the bench, sighed, smiled and said, “My hero.”

**To be continued...**