New Self Defense Class at Washington High, ch. 10, part 8 - Back on the Field

**Chapter 10, part 8 - Back on the Field**

Bridget, Sr. Anne and Scott exited the school and were on their way back to the kickball field.

“How did it go in there?” Bridget asked a bit skeptically.

Both Scott and the nun hesitated to answer. Seeing that Scott was a bit overwhelmed, Sr. Anne spoke up. “We had a little hiccup, but we eventually got him into the new jockstrap,” she said putting her hand on his shoulder.

Bridget stopped on the sidewalk. “Is that why that girl had cum all over her chest? What were you doing in there?!”

Scott reeled at the accusation and started muttering aloud, trying to explain himself. The last thing he wanted was for Bridget to be mad at him. Although, her jealousy was telling.

With all three of them at a stand-still, Sr. Anne noticed that Scott had forgotten something - he was standing there in his new jockstrap with his right nut just hanging out, with NO shorts on.

“Scott, dear,” she said looking down at his exposed nut, “why don’t you go back in the locker room and put your shorts on.” Scott looked down, noticing his partial nakedness, blushed, put his hand over his nut, and wobbled back to the school.

“Listen,” the nun said, stepping directly in front of Bridget. “That young man believes in what you’re doing and has put both of his nuts on the line for YOU!” She said, pointing toward Scott.

“But there was so much cum on her chest. How do you explain that?” She asked, a tinge of envy in her voice.

“We had a little trouble getting the first jockstrap off. And yes, Sarah had to jack him off to get the cup to come off - but it worked! God directed us to do that for YOU and your mission. Before you get too worked up about all of the cum on her chest, you might want to ask yourself, how many guys do you know that will freely give their nuts to you - for this cause?”

Bridget dropped her head and started to cry. “You’re right. It’s just, I’ve really started to have feelings for him - he’s so nice, he’s cute… and he’s got such a nice cock,” she said softly. Then she looked up into the nun’s eyes, “And those nuts are incredible. Look at how much they can take. I think I’m falling in love.”

Sr. Anne brought her hand up to Bridget’s chin, looked her in the eye, “Those are some tough nuts, aren’t they?” They both smiled.

“And evidently, they produce a LOT of cum,” Bridget said, almost in awe.

“O, come all ye faithful,” Sr. Anne muttered to herself, recalling how much cum Scott had produced only a few minutes before.

Bridget then saw Scott coming down the sidewalk, dressed a bit more appropriate for the occasion and she ran toward him, tears still filling her eyes.

“Scotty,” she bellowed as she embraced him in a tight hug. “You are the greatest.”

Taken slightly aback, Scott didn’t question the affection and warmly embraced her back, loving the feeling of her soft breasts pressed up against his chest.

“I’m sorry about all of that cum on her chest, it’s just that the jock wouldn’t come off…” he said apologetically.

Bridget quickly brought her hand up and placed a finger on his lips, “Shhhh, forget about all of that cum. Sr. Anne explained it all to me,” then she paused for a moment, fought back more tears, and grabbed both his hands with hers. “Thank you so much for all that you are doing for me, I can’t tell you how much this means to me.” She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. Scotty's heart raced, he could feel the connection they had.

“Now how about we go test that right nut?” She said, pulling on his right hand, leading him down the sidewalk.

You couldn’t wipe the huge grin off Scott’s face if you tried. Only problem was, unbeknownst to them, Sarah was standing in the doorway of the school watching this whole thing unfold. And she was not happy about it.

As Scott and the two ladies approached the ball field, the kickball players came together and started chanting, “Scotty! Scotty! Scotty!”

“You’ve become something of a celebrity,” Sr. Anne said looking over at the Man of the Hour.

“Amazing what offering your nuts to a group of virgin girls will do to a group,” Bridget laughed, poking Scotty in the ribs.

When they finally reached the field, the girls burst into loud applause. Margaret came rushing over to Scott, grabbing his left arm. “How are your nuts?” She asked, an excited tone in her voice. “Are you able to continue with the kicking?!!” Scott paused and looked out over the girls who had gathered in a semi-circle around him, awaiting the news with bated breath.

“My left nut is still quite sore,” he said as he pulled the right side of his shorts up, allowing his right nut to plop out. “But righty here, is ready and willing!”

More ruckus applause came from the group.

Sr. Anne stepped over to Scott, pulled his shorts down to cover his nakedness and turned to address the team. “Ladies, our subject has once again volunteered his testicles so that all of us might learn how better to protect ourselves from any male attackers. He truly is doing God’s work!”

“Us?!” Margaret yelled, “Do you plan on joining in the festivities, Sister?”

She didn’t really mean for it to come out that way, but when presented the opportunity, in front of everybody, she quickly thought, *why not?*

“Well, I didn’t…I mean…” she stammered. “I suppose we ALL should know how to defend ourselves and if Bridget is okay with it,” she said looking over at Bridget, completely ignoring any input Scott may have.

“I think it only makes sense,” Bridget said with glee. “And I think you should have the first crack at his right nut!”

“Well, I’m not sure if these worn out legs could crack anything these days, but I’m willing to give it a try!” The girls cheered loudly for their coach.

The nun approached the target but quickly realized a significant problem - her long skirt would make it almost impossible for her to do any kicking today. She stopped just short of Scott, turned to the group and in an authentically disappointed tone, voiced her regret. “I’m afraid I might have to pass today - I can’t possibly kick anything in this skirt,” she said, lifting it up slightly.

Margaret was devastated. Here she thought her mentor, albeit a very strict one, was finally going to show her vulnerable side by joining in the nut-kicking activities in front of the whole team. Many of the other girls were also dismayed, groaning at the missed opportunity. Then Margaret had an idea.

“Sister, come over here with me,” she said. “Girls circle around us tightly,” she said to her teammates who obliged. “We’re about the same size,” Margaret said, slipping off her plaid skirt, unveiling a beautiful blue thong and amazing ass.

Margaret held out the piece of clothing in front of the nun. “What would you like for me to do with this?” She asked.

“Take yours off, and put mine on,” Margaret said, smiling at her ingenious idea.

The nun paused. Everyone looked on in anticipation. Then she reached both hands behind her back, took hold of the zipper on her skirt and in an instant, let the skirt drop to the ground. The girls’ jaws dropped - not only at the impossible occurrence happening before them, but that their mentor/teacher/spiritual leader wasn’t wearing anything underneath - and that she was completely shaved!

Not a word was spoken as the nun grabbed the short skirt from Margaret, stepped both feet into its circle, and proceeded to pull it up her toned and quite beautiful legs.

Again, the girls stood silent for a few moments. “You have very nice legs,” one of the girls commented to lots of approving head nods.

“Well, thank you,” Sr. Anne said, blushing a bit. “I do manage to run every morning before mass. Guess it keeps them in good shape,” she said sticking out her right leg up high, now noticing just how short the skirt was that she was wearing, and she immediately brought her leg back down and tugged at the hem of the skirt, lowering it as much as she could.

“Well, it looks like your legs are free to kick some nuts now, Sister,” Margaret said, grinning ear to ear.

The nun briefly looked down at her legs, looked up to the group of girls and said, “I guess they are ready.” With that the girls broke the circle they had formed around their teacher and she confidently made her way over to Scott, followed closely by Bridget, who couldn’t wait to see how this would unfold.

When she got up to Scott, Sr. Anne reached out with both hands, pulled up both sides of his shorts at the hip until the clear outline of Scott’s right nut was in view. Then she turned around and asked Bridget, “Do I aim right for the nut, or just kick straight on?”

“Great question,” Bridget said, then she looked down at the nuns footwear - black, flat, loafers that were extremely pointy. “Ahhh, I’d just go for the nut, Sister.”

“So be it,” Sr. Anne said, then she did the sign of the cross and kissed the crucifix necklace that she was wearing. She looked Scott in the eye, stood for a few moments directly in front of him and said, “We’re doing God’s work, Scotty,” before she took one step backwards with her right foot, took a giant step forward with her left, and delivered a dead-on slam into Scotty’s right nut so hard that the young man violently coughed, temporarily saw stars and fell to the ground.

The girls couldn’t believe how hard their teacher actually kicked him. Because of her position, most of them thought she’d go easy on him. They all erupted into applause and ran over to their teacher. Still conscious, Scott was hoping to get another view up the nun’s now much shorter skirt, so he rolled over in her direction. Seeing this, Sr. Anne lifted her foot high in the air and slammed it down onto Scott’s already throbbing right ball, eliciting another loud cheer from the girls. And much more coughing from Scotty.

“That was awesome, Sister!” Margaret said excitedly, but, feeling a bit badly for that last stomp, the nun was a little preoccupied trying to help Scott up. She reach both hands out to the squirming guy at her feet. He laid there with eyes shut and hands over his aching nut. Then he felt her step across his body. He could feel both of her feet on either side of his prone body - one foot on either side of his hips. He knew exactly what that meant and he slowly opened his eyes, being treated to the beautiful sight of a now glistening pussy only a few feet above him. Sr. Anne looked down on him with a smile, again, reaching out with both hands.

“We have a lot more girls who would like to try this today, brave young man. Can you get up?” She asked, her grin growing larger.

Scott took one more intoxicating look up that wonderfully short skirt, reached both hands up to her, and pulled himself up with Sr. Anne’s assistance. “Who’s next?” Scott said, his voice a few octaves higher. The girls cheered again.

They formed a line, had two girls hold him up by the arms, and each got a turn to kick - as hard as they wanted - into Scott’s tough, but very sore testicle. When they finally got to the last young lady - a petite and shy girl named Carmen - she stood in front of Scotty almost trembling.

“I can’t do it!” She said, turning away, covering her face with both hands.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Sr. Anne said, coming over to console her.

“How can you guys just kick this guy’s nuts over and over again?!” She questioned. “That poor guy. Do you ave any idea how much that must hurt?”

The nun pulled her tight. “Carmen, honey, this young man has graciously offered his nuts to help his friend Bridget and women all over the country, be safer from attackers. He is doing God's work.”

“But what if we pop his nuts? What if we castrate him?” She said, tears now streaming down her face.

“Honey, honey,” Sr. Anne said, pulling her tighter, “What do you notice about the nut cup he is wearing?”

“I don’t know, I can’t really see it.”

So the nun stepped over to Scott, squatted down in front of him and pulled down his shorts, revealing the jockstrap with his severely swollen right nut hanging out of it. She reached up and grabbed Carmen’s hand and brought her down to Scott’s waist level. “What do you see here?” She said, cupping Scott’s nut.

“His right nut.”

“Exactly,” the nun retorted. “And where is his left nut?”

“In the nut cup, I guess.”

Not wanting to leave any doubt, Sr. Anne reached up and pulled down the entire jockstrap, somehow getting the right nut to slide through the hole in the cup, eliciting quite a wince from Scotty. “And now what do you see?”

“Ahhhh, ummm, a pretty large cock, Sister.”

Looking back at Scott’s groin the nun hesitated for a bit, drinking it in, “Ahh, yes, you’re right, that is a pretty good sized one. But what else do you see?”

“His other nut?” Carmen said.

“Precisely,” the nun said, reaching up to cup it. “And this nut is…” and as she touched it, Scott winced badly, as it was still quite tender from an hour ago. She continued, “This nut is just fine,” she said as she held it in her hand. “Right, Scotty?” She said looking up at him.

“Yes, ma’am,” Scotty grunted through the pain.

“So you see, there’s no possible way we could castrate this young man - he always has at least one nut covered while wearing this jockstrap,” Sr. Anne said as she pulled up the device, trying her best to get it on correctly, even going so far as to grab his cock and push it into the cup, much to Scotty’s - and everyone else’s - surprise. “So you see,” she said knocking on the cup, “that left nut is completely protected!”

Both females stood up.

“I just don’t know,” Carmen said, still very unsure of herself. “I’ve never even kick a guy in the nuts before.”

“Which is exactly why you should do it now. Even if you rupture one of his nuts, that cup will still protect the other.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. And honey, he is here to help his friend - like I said, we are all doing God’s work here today?”

“Can I kick him more than once?” Carmen asked.

“That's the spirit! Of course, honey. As many times as you’d like.”

“Okay, I’ll do it!”

All of her teammates cheered. Bridget clapped as well. But then something caught her eye as the girl walked toward Scotty. She was wearing METAL spikes. Oh, dear, Bridget thought. She took a step forward to stop the young lady, then something stopped her. *Well, he has another nut,* she thought. *If he loses this one, he’ll still be fine.*

Carmen stepped forward with a renewed confidence. It was going to be the first time she kicked a boy in the nuts. She wanted it to be a good one. Bridget watched, unsure of how this would go - but oh, so curious.

Then BAM!!! Carmen’s kick was a direct hit into the cup. All of her teammates cheered. Luckily for Scott, the kick hit mostly all cup and avoided his right nut. But he could tell this shoe felt different from the others. A little more solid. Bridget sighed with relief. While she was interested to help this young lady, she didn’t really want her dear Scotty to lose a nut. Then again, she was excited to see what would happen with the next kick.

Carmen didn’t waste much time. She stepped back, took a forceful step forward and BAM!!! Another direct hit in the cup. Both Bridget and Scotty could swear they heard the cup crack with that intense kick. *Oh, no!* Bridget thought, *what if she breaks the cup?! With those metal spikes, she actually could castrate him with another kick like that,* she thought.

Bridget wanted to put a stop to it, so she approached the young lady, fully intending to call it a day. But when she saw the look in the girl’s eyes, she couldn’t deny her another turn. She bent down and whispered, “How about you aim for that right nut this time?”

Carmen nodded her head. Being a few steps away from Scott now gave her a bit of a running start with this kick. This time, when the kick connected, everyone heard the sound of the cup cracking. Bridget could only bring her hand to her mouth as Scotty fell to the ground. She rushed over to his aid, fearing the worse.

“Scotty! Are you okay?!” She said, kneeling down by his side.

Being shaken up by that blow, Scotty was a bit out of it, but still intact. Surprisingly, he was able to get to his feet almost right away.

“Can I do one more?” Carmen asked, seeing Scotty stand up.

“I think that’s good for today,” Bridget said, reaching down to adjust Scott’s cup, feeling that there was a large crack in the cup.

Carmen dropped her shoulders in disappointment only a few feet from Scott. Her demeanor got to Scotty.

“She can do one more kick,” Scotty said, obviously unaware of the state of his cup.

“You sure about this, honey?” Bridget asked, shocked that he would want to continue, then bringing her hand down to her crotch, motioning to Scotty to check his cup. Scott picked up on this and brought his hand down to feel his jockstrap. Somehow he must have missed the crack in the cup as he brought his hand up in front of his face to signaling with a thumbs-up that everything was fine.

“You suuuuuuure?” Bridget asked.

“Yeah, I can probably take a few more kicks,” he said, causing Carmen to bounce up and down in excitement, her sizable tits beautifully bouncing in unison.

*Well, I’ll probably have to find a new boyfriend after this*, Bridget thought, *but what the hell, let’s see how this goes.*

The girls got in a semi-circle around Carmen, waiting in anticipation for this final kick, none of them knowing the condition of Scott’s “protective” cup. She took a couple steps back, almost into the girls right behind her and was about to unleash her hardest kick of the day when she heard some commotion right behind her. Not wanting to miss this opportunity, she ignored what was happening and focused on her target.

As she was stepping toward Scotty, Sr. Anne noticed someone stumbling through the group of girls. It was a man who pushed his way through the group and he was just a few feet away from Carmen and was reaching out to grab her. Many of the girls started screaming - but that didn’t deter Carmen, who was taking her first step toward Scotty and that right nut hanging out of his broken cup.

Just as Carmen stepped forward, unaware of the man behind her, Sr. Anne stepped toward the stranger, who was wearing only a tight Speedo, with two obscenely large nuts stretching the fabric of the suit beyond belief.

The nun took an aggressive step between the man and Carmen and brought her right foot back at the precise moment that Carmen reached Scotty and brought her right foot back. It couldn’t have been timed more perfectly as both ladies launched their powerful kicks into the intended targets.

SMACK!!! BAM!!! Both women connected directly with their targets - and both men quickly fell to the ground, completely unconscious.

The girls gathered around Sr. Anne and the man who came out of nowhere while Bridget steadfastly ran over to Scotty.

“Who is that?” One girl asked.

“I don’t know,” Margaret replied, “but Sister, I believe you may have castrated him. Both of his nuts are look pretty bad.”

“Really?” The nun replied, feeling a bit awkward at the pride she was feeling. “I better check.”

The nun kneeled down at the stranger’s side and reached out her right hand, the girls glued to her every move.

“Well, this one is definitely ruptured,” Sr. Anne said, lookin up to the girls. Then she moved her hand over to the other nut. “Aaaaaaaaand, yep, this one is, too.” She paused to think about it for a moment. “Oh, my,” she said. “I castrated this man.”

“You did what you had to do, Sister!” One girl shouted. “Who knows what he was going to do to us!”

“That was awesome! His nuts are mush!!” Margaret yelled, taking the gravity of the moment to a bit more light-hearted feeling.

Still squishing the man’s sack, Sr. Anne couldn’t help but reply, “They are mush. His nuts are just goo.”

In the meantime Bridget was frantically trying to wake Scotty up, slapping him in the face repeatedly. “Scotty, wake up!” She yelled. "C'mon, honey!!"

“What did I do?” Carmen said, clutching her hands to her chest. “I didn’t kick him any harder than last time. Did I castrate him?”

Not wanting to discourage the young lady, Bridget composed herself and calmly spoke to Carmen. “He’s going to be just fine,” she lied. “But I need you to call 911, he has passed out.”

Carmen grabbed her phone out from under her bra strap and called. “Hey, 911, yes, we have an emergency at Our Lady of Peace School… What kind of emergency?” Carmen held the phone to her chest and looked over to Bridget. “Tell them a possible rupture - and to hurry!” Bridget said with urgency.

“Yes, it’s a possible rupture…yes, of a male. No, it’s his nuts,” she held the phone to her chest again. “Is it both nuts or just one?” She asked Bridget who was having a tough time gaining access to both nuts because of the jockstrap.

“Not sure, at this point, but it could be both.”

Carmen’s eyes opened wide at that statement, fearing that she may very well have castrated this nice guy who was only trying to help her and her friends. “Ummm, we’re not sure, but it could be both… Both nuts, yes. Can you hurry?!”

She was about to hang up when Sr. Anne was tapping her on the shoulder. “Tell them to bring two ambulances. That guy is going to need one as well,” she said pointing to young man, who was sprawled out on the kickball field, his nuts swelling to cantaloupe size.

“Holy shit!” Carmen said in the phone, getting her first glimpse of the stranger lying on the grass. “You better send two ambulances…” she waited for a reply. “Yes, another man seems to have ruptured both nuts here, too… Yes, two men, both with severe nut injuries, please hurry!”

It was at this moment when Bridget got her first look at the man who so crazily tried to interrupt their nut-kicking demonstration - it was Hank!! *Oh, well,* she thought, *his nuts were already gone when they arrived at the field. A least now, they could take him in an ambulance.*

Both ambulances arrived within minutes. Bridget jumped into the one carrying Scotty, holding his hand the entire time. And Sr. Anne jumped into the ambulance carrying Hank - staring at his nuts the whole ride to the hospital, trying to absorb what she had just done.

And unbeknownst to both parties, Sarah was following closely behind in her car.

**To be continued…**