New Self Defense Class at Washington High - Ch. 10, part 11 - Testing Concludes...For Now

**Ch. 10 part 11 - Testing Concludes...For Now**

With Heather off to the hospital with her cousin Charlie, Principal Brown called all of the remaining boys over to her.

“Now gentlemen, congratulations on making it through the first part of our testing,” the principal said. “A few of you have made it through the knee tests with me - and I plan on getting to each one of you before we are done here.” Groans could be heard throughout the group. Then Miss H came walking over, this time inexplicably wearing high heels, and of course, her blue thong swimsuit and a thin, white, nearly transparent, crop top. With each step her breasts delectably bounced up and down and even swayed a little side to side. The boys couldn’t keep their eyes off her. And this gave Ms. Brown an idea.

“I tell you what. We really want to be sure all of your nuts are thoroughly tested,” the principal said to a very distracted group of boys. “If you can make it through my knee thrusts with both nuts intact, you will move on to Miss H afterwards for the nut squeeze portion of the testing.”

This caught their attention.

“So, if we make it through your test, Miss H will grab our balls?” One boy said excitedly, much to the delight of his classmates.

The principal looked over at her gym teacher, winked, and said, “Oh, she’ll grab them, alright. Now who’s ready to be kneed?”

Every boys’ hand shot up in the air, hoping to be the first to have their voluptuous teacher feel their balls.

“Okay, Jerad, why don’t you step over,” Ms. Brown said, motioning for him to stand in front of her.

Jerad almost blushed when he was picked. He had kind of an “awe, shucks” look as he made his way to his principal.

Ms. Brown studied the package before her carefully, trying to get a scouting report on both of his nuts. Then she reached out, grabbed ahold of the waistband of Jared’s jockstrap and yanked up on it, causing both nuts to plop out the sides of the pouch. She took a step back.

“I see the left one hangs lower than the right?” She observed.

When Jared looked down to see for himself, Ms. Brown thrust her knee up into his nuts so hard, he stumbled backward and choked out a cough.

“Still standing. Impressive,” the principal said, glancing over at Miss H who was bending over at the waist to adjust the strap on her high heel shoe - the light catching the naturally formed keyhole below her ass cheeks just right. “I can see where you get the motivation,” Ms. Brown said. “Step over here, we have a few more to go before you can move on.”

Not taking his eyes off Miss H’s ass, Jerad wobbled over to Ms. Brown. “You ready?” The principal asked. But Jerad was lost in the beautiful sight of Miss H.

WHAM!!! Another hard knee shot up into Jerad’s balls.

“Oh, I think I got both of them this time!” The principal said, almost looking like a school girl herself at the excitement.

*He is really struggling*, Ms. Brown thought. His balls were now noticeably swelling. But he was still standing. *I better go easier on him this time*, the principal thought, *I’d like to have the boys think they can make it through this or none of them will comply.*

Jared’s head was now bowed down from the pain. His principal stepped in front of him, brought her pointer finger up to his chin and slowly lifted his head. “Just one more knee to the nuts and you get to move on to…(she looked over at Miss H who was still bent over, trying to secure the strap of her high heel)… that,” she said, eliciting a slight smile from Jared.

Ms. Brown knew her way around a pair of nuts from some memorable moments she experienced in her youth. She could usually tell just how much force it would take to crush a man’s nuts, especially if she had the pleasure of multiple thrusts. This was going to be Jared’s third and final blow. She wanted it to send a message, but also, keep both of his balls intact. She placed both of her hands on Jared’s shoulders, methodically brought her right knee back and while placing quite a bit of force down with her hands, she thrust her knee up hard - WHAM!!

“Oooof!” Jared breathed out as he staggered backward.

The group of boys looked on with much anticipation. Would Jared survive THREE hard knee thrusts from their enthusiastic principal? When they saw him stay of his feet and then turn and smile to all of them, the group of horny guys erupted in applause. They were all thrilled for their fellow classmate.

“Miss Hartel, won’t you please step over here?” The principal instructed the Phy Ed teacher.

“But, of course,” the beautiful teacher replied with a sultry grin.

She took her time traversing the 15 feet she had to travel across the gym floor, looking like a bikini model on a runway. The boys couldn’t keep their eyes off her. Even many of the mothers were in awe at the beauty before them.

“I think I’ll have you test Jared’s nuts with your hands before I move on to the next participant,” the principal said. “He’s a little swollen, but still intact.”

Miss H stepped in front of Jared, lowered herself in to a squat so she was eye-level with his nuts. She studied them for a few moments, even reaching out her hand to cup them. “Gee, they are quite swollen, Ms. Brown. How *hard* should I go on them?” She said, emphasizing the word hard.

“Well, we’re here to be sure they can take anything - a stomp, a kick, a knee, or a squeeze - so our girls don’t have to be humiliated with any ruptures during class,” the principal said. “So, do your thing, and don’t hold back.”

Jared was getting a little nervous. He had seen a few of his classmates already sent to the hospital with horrendous injuries to their balls, were his in danger of exploding? *Ah, who cares*, he thought, *Miss H is going to grab my balls, I don’t really care what happens to them at this point!*

Letting go of Jared’s balls, Miss H brought both hands up to the top of the pouch of his jockstrap and gently pulled the fabric out and down, attempting to cover both of his nuts with the fabric. Once in place, she slid her body up Jared’s allowing for her breasts to rub the entire length of his upper torso, much like a stripper would do to a pole. Jared thought he’d died and gone to heaven. With her 4-inch heels on, she was now slightly taller than Jared and had a good angle to access what lied waiting inside his jock. Of course, that last maneuver caused quite the stirring in this young man’s jock and his ample dick was getting harder by the second.

“Oh, is that for me?” Miss H asked with a grin, looking at the cock hardening in front of her. Jared could only look away in embarrassment.

Miss H positioned herself to Jared’s right side, making sure to face the group of boys who were now drooling in anticipation. She shimmied closer, allowing both of her braless breasts to rest on either side of Jared’s right arm. Those who had a clear view, could now see Jared’s cock sticking out the top of his waistband. And no one could blame him. Even some of the moms were entranced. “Shit, I’d let her grab MY balls,” one of them said to hushed giggles.

The gorgeous Phy Ed teacher raised her right hand so it was resting on Jared’s tight abs. She glanced down, catching a glimpse of Jared’s hard cock. As she slid her hand down toward his waistband, Jared tilted his head back, awaiting her touch. To his disappointment, her hand circumvented his throbbing member and went straight to both of his balls. It didn’t take long for Jared to realize that Miss H was all about testing his nuts and not so much about pleasuring him in any way.

Once both nuts were in hand, Miss H bore down hard, causing Jared to buckle at the hips. He started coughing violently. The guys watching went from smiles to looks of horror, seeing the pain their classmate was enduring.

With a matter-of-fact tone, Miss H said, “It’s kind of hard to get a good grip squeezing both at the same time. Jared, can you even feel this?” She asked, bending over to try to see his face, giving the boys behind her a great look at her ass. “Let me try this,” she said, releasing his left nut and focusing solely on the right one. “Tell me if this is any different.”

Before he could even respond, the force he was now feeling on his right nut was excruciating. Miss H had a hold of the swollen orb with all five fingers and was applying equal pressure with each one. Jared started wheezing and convulsing. “So is this different?” The teacher asked. Not getting a response, she squeezed tighter.

“Oy! Oy! Oy! Haaaaa-yeeee!” Was all Jared could get out.

Ms. Brown looked on, a little worried that she might crack one of Jared’s nuts and none of the boys would want to continue, leaving the future of the class in jeopardy.

“I guess that’s a yes,” Miss H dead-panned. “That nut seems strong, let me try the other.”

The relief Jared felt for the two seconds she switched from his right nut to his left was all too brief. Then he felt lighting strike his other nut.

“We have to be sure both nuts are capable of withstanding any sort of pressure,” the teacher said, gritting her teeth and squeezing with all of her might. “We OWE - IT - TO - THE - GIRLS in the class,” she said pulling down hard with each word she emphasized. Jared could feel the fibers tearing in his left nut with every pull and squeeze. Finally it go to be too much and he collapsed to the floor, Miss H still clinging to his nut as he slumped and passed out.

Feeling the nut with her thumb, she could see it was still whole. “Wow,” she said looking over to Ms. Brown. “What a trooper. He passed out, but both of his nuts are still viable. He passed the test!”

The principal, still fearful that seeing their classmate pass out right in front of them might deter them from going forward, asked meekly, “Who wants to go next?” The boys all hesitated for a moment. Ms. Brown’s heart sank. Then before she could say another word, all of the boys enthusiastically raised their hands, much to her relief. *Man, that woman sure has those boys wrapped around her finger*, the principal thought. *But looking that sexy, I can see why.*

Principal Brown looked around to see who would go next when she finally settled on Billy Fillmore, son of the school’s Anatomy teacher, Mrs. Angela Fillmore. Now Miss H started blushing a bit, thinking back on the previous week where she had to measure each student to be sure their cups would fit properly and as you recall - from chapter two - Billy got a bit excited when his gym teacher measured his dick.

Anticipating Miss H grabbing his balls, Billy was already rock-hard and it was obvious to everyone - especially the woman standing right in front of him, his principal, Ms. Brown. *Oh, these boys and their hard-ons*, she thought. *I may have to see if I can make that thing go away.*

This time Ms. Brown grabbed her student’s jockstrap and forced only a single nut out of its pouch - his right one. Billy took a look and asked, “Are we only testing one?” With a hopeful tone.

“I thought we’d start with focusing on the right one, and then bring out the left nut when we’ve completed that test,” Ms. Brown informed Billy.

The principal again brought her hands to rest on her subject’s shoulders. *Maybe I’ll go a little harder this time*, she thought, *I kind of held back with Jared*. She brought her right knee back, looked down on her target, and BAM!!! Made direct contact with his right nut - and this time, she knew right away the result as the nut got pinned against Billy’s pubic bone and ruptured on contact.

“Oh, dear,” the principal muttered watching Billy sink to his knees. “I think we may have to stop.”

Still conscious, but on his knees, Billy heard this and like an MMA fighter not wanting to concede, he somehow made it up to his feet. “No!” Billy yelled, “I’m fine.”

Ms. Brown leaned in and whispered, “Honey, I’m pretty sure that nut is ruptured. I think we better stop.”

“No, I’m good,” Billy said, determined to win his turn with Miss H.

“Let’s at least have the nurse and your mother take a look at it,” Ms. Brown advised.

“I came here with my sister,” Billy managed to squeak out.

“I don’t see the nurse, where is your sister?” The principal asked.

In great pain, Billy scanned the gym looking for his sister. “She’s over there on the bleachers. Her name is Martha.”

“Martha, my dear, won’t you come over here for a moment. We'd like your opinion.”

Martha put the phone she was fiddling with into the pocket of her tight leggings, rolled her eyes, and muttered, “This better be important. I can’t believe I’m even here.”

When the 20-year old sister arrived at the scene her eyes bulged at the sight of her brother’s right nut. “That thing is huge,” she said. “What do you need me for?”

“As you know we’re testing all of the boys’ nuts today,” the principal started, “And I’m afraid we made have ruptured your brother’s nut and we are unsure if we should continue.”

“Ruptured? What the heck is that?”

“It’s when the outer shell of the nut itself tears or rips or explodes and its contents pour out, causing a great deal of pain.”

“Oh, cool,” Martha laughed. “Is my brother’s nut ruptured?”

“The nurse isn’t here at the moment,” the principal explained, “And I can’t be 100 percent sure, but it looks like it to me and so we’re thinking about stopping the test with your brother. If that’s okay with you?”

“Don’t stop on my account,” Martha said, now suddenly interested in what was taking place. “I mean, it looks swollen and everything, but it doesn’t look, like, broken or anything. Can I take a look?”

“Sure, go right ahead,” the principal agreed.

Billy did everything he could to remain standing, the pain was nearly unbearable. His sister approached with a slight smile on her face. When she got close enough, she leaned in, pressed her firm tits against her brother’s chest and whispered, “Man, you must really want her to feel your nuts, you are shaking."

"Can you help me out, sis?" Billy said through gritted teeth.

"Look at your nut," she said. "It must hurt, uh?”

Then she slid her hand down, grabbed the throbbing orb and gave it a slight squeeze. She could feel her brother jerk back at the touch. “Don’t worry, bro,” she continued in a whisper, “I got your back. But you’re going to owe me one for this,” as she gave one more slightly harder squeeze.

“Ya know, the nut feels pretty solid to me,” Martha said looking over at the principal. “Sure, it’s slightly swollen, but if he wants to continue with the test, I don’t see the… harm in it,” she said as she let go of the nut and winked at her grateful brother.

“Wonderful,” Ms. Brown said. “How about we move on to the left nut? Martha, honey, would you do the honors of slipping his left one out of the jockstrap?”

“Anything to help out, sure!” She said crouching down in front of her brother. “And do you want the right one tucked back into the jock?” Ms. Brown nodded her head. “Awesome!” Martha said reaching out for the pouch of her brother’s jockstrap.

“Hmmm, this one isn’t quite cooperating,” Martha said pushing hard on her brother’s right nut, trying to get it back into the jock. She pulled harder back on the pouch, trying to create enough space to accommodate the nut. She pulled so hard it slipped out of her hand. “Oooof!” Billy huffed, feeling the fabric snap onto his damaged ball. “If this fabric can hurt you, I hate to see what the rest of the test feels like, little brother.”

After some maneuvering, she finally got the right one into the pouch of the jockstrap. Then she took her right thumb and forefinger and grabbed a hold of her brother’s left nut. Just for fun, even when the nut was completely out, she kept pulling on the thing. She enjoyed seeing the funny face Billy was making and it seemed like she might not let go when Ms. Brown intervened.

“Thank you, dear,” she said, stepping in-between her and her brother. “Well done. But now it’s my turn.”

Eyeing up the smaller left nut, Ms. Brown stepped forward and assumed the position of hands on the boy’s shoulders and right leg stretched backwards. “Hang on, son,” the principal said under her breath as she slammed her knee with great speed and accuracy into the awaiting orb.

Her knee made hard contact with Billy’s left nut, but it also caught his damaged right one. It was almost impossible to miss it with how swollen it was. Martha jumped as soon as there was contact. *Oh, man,* she thought to herself, *that was super hard.*

Billy fell to the floor, coughing loudly. He was feeling very woozy, the room was spinning. But all he could think of was to stand up no matter what - he had to keep the test going. Ms. Brown knelt down next to him and offered her hand. Dazed and confused, he brushed her hand aside and staggered to his feet, looking like he just took a right hook from a heavy weight champ. In his blurred vision, he could make out Miss H bringing her hands to her face in shock.

Now his sister joined the principal in grabbing him to make sure he didn’t fall over. “You sure you can do this?” His sister asked. Then she looked over at Miss H who had raised both of her arms over her head in some sort of backbend stretch, the bottom half of her supple breasts peeking out from her white crop top, even catching Martha’s attention.

“I’m good,” Billy said, pushing both women off of him.

“I hope it’s worth it,” Martha said into his ear, turning to go back to her seat.

“Okay, young man,” Ms. Brown said, concern in he voice. “We’ll do one more knee thrust, and if you’re still standing, Miss H will have her turn with you.”

Billy mustered enough energy to smile at that thought. “One…more…” he slurred.

At this point Ms. Brown wasn’t in the mood to coddle her stubborn student. She took two aggressive steps toward him, eyed up the now very swollen left nut, reared back and WHAM!!!

POP!!!

There was no denying that one. Everyone heard it rupture on contact. It echoed in the gym.

Billy fell immediately to the floor and started convulsing.

“Holy shit!” Martha shouted. “That was amazing! I can see why that other chick wore headphones, that pop was loud!”

“Let’s bring him over to the wrestling mats,” Ms. Brown said, her voice panting.

A couple of the boys in the class grabbed him by the arms and dragged his passed out body to the large rolled up mats on the side of the gym.

Lying flat on his back, both of his nuts obscenely protruded from his jock - they looked huge. Ms Brown, sitting to his right, reached out and took a hold of his left nut to check its integrity while Martha sat on the other side of him. Miss H came over and was hovering over him, standing between his legs.

When Ms. brown switched over to feel Billy’s right nut, the pain stirred him awake. He flailed his arms and groaned loudly. Ms. Brown sat up on her knees, reached over and grabbed both of his wrists, pinning them to the mat. Martha stared at her brother’s nuts in awe. They were so swollen.

Billy lifted his head and in a thick haze, saw Miss H standing between his legs.

“Miss H, is that you?” He managed to get out between grunts. “I’m right here, Billy,” the gym teacher said in a calming voice.

“Are you check…check…checking my nuts?”

Confusion came over the teacher’s face. She didn’t really know what to do. Then Martha took things into her own hands - literally. She reached out, took a hold of both of his huge nuts in her caring hands and started gently rolling them in her fingers.

“Yes, Billy,” Martha said in a low voice. “She’s checking both of your nuts.” Then she looks up at Miss H who nodded in approval. “You did it. She’s feeling them both,” his sister said as she continued to roll the ruptured nuts in her hand.

Billy could no longer take the pain and with a victorious grin on his face, he dropped his head backward onto the mat and mercifully passed out.

With that, Ms. Brown put an end to the testing for the day - making sure to tell the remaining boys to make appointments with Nurse Spalding during the week to complete their testing. She had four of the boys carry Billy out to his sister’s car who proceeded to drive him to the hospital.

The principal and Miss H walked out to their cars together. “That was quite a day,” Miss H said to her boss.

“Yes, it was. I appreciate you making the effort to make it out here and help us, despite your appearance,” Ms. Brown said with a laugh in her voice.

“You know I came here as fast as I could, once I saw your text. I hope my appearance didn’t cause too much of a distraction,” the Phy Ed teacher said apologetically.

“Well, dear, it seemed to motivate quite a few of those boys into having their nuts tested, so we may have to employ a similar strategy in the near future!” Ms. Brown laughed.

“Ahh, that could be fun,” Miss H agreed. “You know, I was kind of hoping Tommy Shaw would be here today, I wonder where he was?” She said with a hint of lust in her voice.

“Yeah, it would have been interesting to see him in one of those jockstraps - if he could fit!” Ms. Brown said, jabbing her elbow into the Phy Ed teacher’s side. “I sent a text to his mother. I wonder if she didn’t get it?”

“Maybe I can help with his testing some time this week?” Miss H said, fishing for approval from her superior.

“Well, we have to have all of these boys tested before we can resume your self defense class. So the sooner we get those tests done, the better. I'll give the list to Nurse Spalding. Oh, and I’d love for you to be there for the big demonstration on Friday night. You available?”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” Miss H said with a smile.