The Librarian & Sports protection

The Librarian & Sports protection

by JJA122

John entered the school library. He had a library book that was three days overdue.

At the desk sat a woman named Ms Frost, younger looking than the average librarian. She was attractive and wearing a green turtleneck. She looks up at him as he comes up to the desk, and she sorts out the book.

“This book is overdue?” She said as she set the book in the returns pile. “Wow we haven’t had an overdue book in months, and it’s three days overdue! Are you new here?” She said, studying the boy in mild amusement.

“Not really. How much do I need to pay?” He asked nonchalantly.

“Well nothing dear, but I’m afraid we use a different punishment method here.” She said. Causing John to become confused. She continued. “We’ve noticed that the majority of overdue books came from male students, so we decided to take advantage of that.”

She took out a large thick book and opened it on the desk. The book had the title: Castration: The Advantages and the Disadvantages.

“It’s a fitting title, don’t you think? It’s very detailed, describing the history, science and consequences of becoming a eunuch. However not many people borrowed it so I found another use for it.” She said, smirking. “Drop your pants.” She suddenly ordered him, he tone quite forceful.

“What?! Miss please! I can’t do that!” He panicked.

“You sure can, and do it right now or you’ll get it real bad.” John tentatively dropped his trousers. “And your underwear please.”

“What…” he said nervously. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to slam this book shut on your nuts, and I’m going to do it for each day your book is overdue.” John’s eyes became wide as tea saucers. He hesitated to do anything. “What’s the matter John? Never been naked in front of a woman before? Don’t worry I won’t judge too much.”

John quickly dropped his boxers, exposing his cock and balls.

“Now what I need you to do is scoot yourself up to my desk facing me, and put your balls on top of the page.”

John slowly shuffled up to the desk, slowly and deliberately, trying to avoid his inevitable punishment.

She sighed, losing patience. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be young man.” She said, and reached over the desk, lightly gripped both balls in her hand and dragged him against the desk. And slides his ballsack onto the open page.

But John’s subconscious teenage mind had other ideas. His cock rose up in response to the woman’s touch, eliciting a smile from the librarian.

“Oh my, hey I’m not trying to make you feel good you dirty boy.” She said teasing him. John couldn’t make eye contact and was starting to breath heavily. His once pale with fear cheeks now a crimson red.

“Don’t get too excited okay? You better not cum on my pages or you’ll be in real trouble with me.” Then she remembered something. “Oh, and that reminds me.” she bent down and put a small bucket on her desk. “I’ve heard that the pain can sometimes upset the stomach, so if you feel like retching at any time, use it. In fact this might be the worst pain you'll of felt until now, so don't try to be a tough guy, I've seen plenty of boys getting racked.”

She moves in front of the book. “Now Johnny I need to get your penis out of the way, your balls are more sensitive and it will only get in the way. Now what I need you to do, is grasp the tip of your cock in your hand, you know how to do that,” she said, somehow making his face even redder. “Good, now hold your cock up out of the way against your belly for me, I just need to get the balls.”

He grasps his shaft with his fingers, already wincing as the woman readies the book.

Slam!

“Ahhh!” He shouted out in pain, the crushing force was so unexpected.

“Shhhh! Quiet in the library.” She says, trying to hide her smile.

Slam!

He groaned into his throat. Eyes watering and grimacing at the pain

Slam!

On the final blow he took a step back, nursing his aching balls.

“Did I say you could move away yet?” She said, and furrowed her brow. “You’re getting one more for moving without my permission.” With crushed spirits, he laid out his testicles on the book for more crushing. She inspected him for a few agonising seconds. “Hang on, the top of your nards have gotten fairly red. Let’s get them at a different angle, the sides of your balls are missing out on the fun.” She said as she rotated the book in front of him and grasped the book from both sides in her hands.

Smack!

This time he felt his balls smack against each other from both sides. Causing him to whimper and tears to run down his face.

“One more for not being quiet.” She says.

Smack!

And one last one, just because I feel like you need it.

“No, please miss, I can’t take another…” he whined in a falsetto voice.

She pouted, almost feeling sorry for him. “Alright, then you may…”

Someone entered the once empty library and John took the opportunity to quickly pull his trousers up, only to regret doing so so forcefully upon his tender bits.

“...get dressed.” She said, finishing her sentence.

“Ooooo” he croaked, reaching for the retch bucket as he felt his stomach jump. But nothing came out.

“You alright there sweetie?” she says and strokes his head.

“Yeah” He manages to whisper.

She puts a hand under his chin and lifts his head until he makes eye contact. “Now don’t let your books be late again, because next time you’ll really risk your ability to father children. You understand?” She says while wiping away his tears.

He nods in her hands.

“Good, now there's someone behind you that wants my attention.” Startled, John looks behind him at the waiting student and sheepishly and awkwardly walks away, with a slightly wider gait than before.

Sports Protection

John entered a sporting goods store with his mother.

A sales clerk, a young girl, athletic, still in college with blonde highlights and impressive muscle tone, came to help the woman and her son, and addressed herself as Lisa, after some small talk between the women they got to their reason for coming to the store.

“Yes, my son needs a cup for playing soccer and baseball, to protect his little balls.”

John started blushing.

“Are you sure he needs it?” She asked. “I mean, I’m sure he’s been shown the fragility of being male by now. And I’d hate to see him protecting himself for the wrong reasons.”

“Well yes, He’s been hit in the balls by his little sister several times, mostly by accident. Oh and punished at school for not returning some library books. I was still sceptical at the time as well, but then my daughter was all for it. She said she wants to be able to practice her self defence moves and general boy control on him, and bring some of her friends over to help. And I don’t want his sperm count to end up at zero.”

The sales clerk, Lisa, chuckled and told her "Yes, boys definitely need protection sometimes, for sport. My own brother got bashed right in his balls, and couldn't walk straight for almost a week." She said, failing to mention how it happened.

“So you want to help your sister out with something like that? You are such a nice brother.” She asked, looking directly at John.

“Yeah I guess.”

“So what sort do you think you need?” Lisa asked John.

They then got to talk about sizes, and the sales clerk took one down. "Well judging from the outline of your boy parts, I think this one should fit you" and held it right up to his crotch. He was wearing sweatpants over some elastic boxers, which probably made it easier to see as she pressed it over crotch.

“Do you want to try it on? The changing room is over here,” she said. And Lead him by the shoulder to the curtained changing room.

She then explained to John how it should be worn through the curtain. “Also” she said, “It will need to be cleaned regularly as boys sweat a lot, especially down there."

John’s mother smiled “I can imagine.”

John exited the changing room.

Without saying anything, Lisa leaned forward, swinging for an under-armed attack with an open-palmed slap.

“Whack” She said as it thudded against him. John’s face was shocked by the surprise hit, but any pain he felt he dismissed as imaginary.

“How was that?” Lisa asked.

“I guess I didn’t feel anything, it's pretty good.” He said with a nervous smile.

He was glad he was wearing it, he almost came out of the stall without wearing it, to ask for a smaller cup as it was very roomy, but realised how embarrassing that would be, especially if there was no smaller cup size available. Now he shuddered at the thought.

“Good now, lets try a kick okay… ready? Don’t flinch.” She said, taking a step back, and kicking a little harder than she should of.

Thud!

Several people in the store had to stifle some giggles as John fell down into a crouching position, holding his knees.

“Is he alright?” John’s mother asked with concern.

“Yeah he is, its good protection but trust me, he will still feel their knees and kicks, the cup is simply designed to limit serious damage, the shockwave will still get to them, and it may move about in extreme cases… Also I forgot to mention it’s a soft cup, We don’t want your daughter to hurt her feet.”

“Oh okay... John will that be okay with you?”

“Yeah mom, There isn’t that much pain it’s actually not that bad, I guess that was just a lot of unexpected force.”

“Great, they’re going to be so excited when we get home, and she'll be all warmed up kicking balls from soccer practice.” John’s mom said.

“Make sure they don’t break the cup” Lisa joked.

“I’ll try.” She then turned to the sales clerk, looking at her delts and overall physique “I guess you don’t need to join in on practice, Lisa” She said casually.

“Yes, exactly, I reckon even without a pair of nuts I could easily take down a man the size of John or even larger.”

Noticing her son’s discomfort, John’s mother then thanked the clerk, heading to the register.

“Hang on, you're not planning on wearing that out in the mall?” Lisa said, with a straight face.

“Dude, You’ll look funny walking around with a bulge like that and your balls might overheat being trapped in there all day.”

“But…”

“I promise, you’ll get no more unexpected force from me. And you don’t want to have trouble starting a family once you find the right woman do you?”

“Umm… no I guess not.” He said, turning around, and went to the changeroom.

When John got out of the changeroom his mother was heading out, having already paid for the cup.

“Okay, let's get going.” John’s mother said.

As they left the store, John caught sight of the sales clerk waving goodbye, which he embarrassingly returned, waving back.