School Accidents

School Accidents

by Caligula

Contains ball-popping. All characters are 18+

Emma received a call from her son's school. Her son John was 18 and due to graduate soon and seemed to have a lot of "accidents" at school. In fact, a lot of the budding young men at the school had frequent accidents, and calls from the teacher were not uncommon. Once again some of the guys needed medical attention and the moms needed to come down and collect their sons due to the inability of each one to walk home. Emma rolled her eyes as she hung up the phone, slipped on her heels, grabbed her car keys and went to her car to drive to the school.

Once she arrived at the school she was met by the principal, Miss Bella, as she was called. "Emma! I feel like it was just last week that I saw you."

"Um, it WAS last week Miss Bella. Hahaha! John had that soccer accident and you helped me escort him to the car because of the kick to the nuts he got from Darlene Smith. How she doing, by the way?" replied Emma.

"Oh, she was just fine. The incident didn't seem to bother her at all. As usual, it was guys versus gals, and the gals won...and Darlene scored the winning kick...goal, she scored the winning goal. Honestly, it was the kick to John's balls that gave her the wide-open shot to score the winning goal, so she forgot about the kick almost immediately after it happened when her teammates carried her off the field."

"Oh I'm so glad," said Emma. "I wouldn't want her to feel bad about it. After all, it was just an accident and there's no point in crying over spilled milk, and John was fine after a few days. John is always asking why the school doesn't provide athletic cups. Do you think that might be a possibility at some point?"

"Funny you ask. Due to the high number of kicks to the balls in the school, my all-female staff took a vote on whether to purchase protective athletic cups for the guys, or provide new Mary Jane shoes for the female students. We only had enough money in the budget for one or the other and we voted unanimously to buy the new shoes. We need to keep up appearances and the old school uniform shoes were starting to look scuffed, and we all know what a new pair of shoes can do for a woman's self-esteem!"

Emma nodded sagely in agreement.

Miss Bella continued, "We even had enough money left over to have metal caps put on the toes of all the shoes in case any of our students or staff have to defend themselves inside or outside the school."

"The staff got them as well? That's great! I'm sure the guys were disappointed but I totally think you made the right choice. Fashion first I always say! Hahaha!" said Emma with a smile. Miss Bella lifted her foot from the ground to about waist level to show the shoe...it was a platform Mary Jane with a pretty high heel and covering the toe was a steel cap, polished to a mirror-like finish. "Oh I LOVE those! You'll have to let me know where I can get a pair!"

"Surprisingly there was very little resistance from the guys. We did have one male student who got aggressive about it though. He was causing a ruckus in gym class, refusing to participate in the self-defense lessons unless we got him a cup. He kept yelling about it and it scared one of the gals and she kicked him right in his balls," explained Miss Bella.

"Good! Good for her! I'm so sick of all the toxic masculinity in the world. This is exactly why you made the right choice in buying the new shoes instead of those silly cups. Was she wearing the mary janes when she kicked him?" asked Emma.

"The class hadn't changed into their athletic gear yet so yes...yes she was. We didn't get any more resistance from the guys after that little incident. And the unruly student in question has been much better behaved since then. Of course, he DID lose a testicle, so the more docile behavior may have something to do with reduced testosterone running thru his system. Or maybe it was the two week detention he spent with me that changed his tune...speaking of tunes his voice is definitely a higher pitch than at the start of the school year. But that's to be expected I suppose when you have a ball removed. But he spent two weeks with me polishing the the steel toes of each pair of mary janes we bought, just to teach him a lesson he won't soon forget."

Miss Bella was just so casual about the ball loss, casual like she was discussing a recent haircut one of the guys might flaunt that no one else cared about except the guy himself. It was all just so matter-of-fact for Miss Bella. Emma liked her. "Oh wow, so he lost a nut AND got detention. Serves him right. Just out of curiosity who was it?"

"Roger Smith," Miss Bella replied.

"Darlene's brother? The same Darlene that kicked my John? Hahaha! I know his mother. About a month ago she told me Roger had to have surgery. She didn't elaborate but she was definitely mad at him. The day after the surgery I saw him outside cleaning the garage and she told me he was being punished for acting out in school. He definitely had a hitch in his step! Wasn't he held back a year? Hahaha! Who kicked him? Did she get in trouble?" Emma asked, although she suspected the answer was no.

"Two years he was held back, but those two years didn't make him any smarter. It was Rose Howard who kicked him. And no, she didn't get into trouble. In fact, we made Roger carry her books to class for two weeks after his return as part of his penance. Rose is a fast walker and he had a hard time keeping up, given what she'd done to his balls, and she didn't make it easy on him. I swear she practically ran around the school for those two weeks just to make sure he'd learned his lesson. On the last day of his punishment, she gave him a huge stack of books to carry. The stack was comically high and he couldn't see over the top of it. Well, he comes tearing down the hallway trying to keep up with Darlene and apparently, he's coming right for me!"

"Oh no."

"But I was trying to get a piece of lint off the side of my skirt and wasn't paying attention. Just as I lifted my knee to get the lint off the side, Roger walked right into me...or into my knee really. It was a total accident but he went down in a pile, covered in books and clutching his groin area. I didn't feel I kneed him that hard, but I did knee him in his only remaining ball so maybe it just hurts more when you only have one. I suspected he was just overreacting though so he could leave early that day."

Emma tried to stifle a laugh. "Well it sounds like Roger got what he deserved, but what about my son John? What's up with him today?"

Miss Bella sighed. "Well come to my office and I'll show you the tape."

They walked briskly to Miss Bella's office. Miss Bella sat behind her desk, crossing her legs. Emma sat across from her and looked at the television that was sitting on a stand in the room. "There was an accident in gym class I'm afraid," said Miss Bella.

"Oh, what happened? Is everyone okay?" asked Emma.

"More or less. It's probably easier if I show you the tape. We had the girls practicing their cheer routine and the guys were assisting with the lifts. And then this happened."

Miss Bella hit "play" on the VCR. Emma saw a row of 5 guys, each bent slightly at the knees. They held their hands below their waist with their fingers laced together, and suddenly Emma understood. The cheerleaders were going to run up, place their feet in the guys' hands, who were then going to lift them up off the ground and toss them high so they could perform that part of their routine. Except it didn't go as planned. Yes, the cheerleaders ran up to the guys, but then each one missed their target and instead delivered a devastating kick to the nuts of each and every guy in the lineup, which apparently included her son John. The guys wavered for a second or two, and then all fell to the ground in various states of regret. One kept squeaking "my balls...my balls" in a high-pitched voice, another called out in vain for his mother, one was apparently just crying while holding his crotch, one was puking, and the other wasn't moving at all.

"Oh my! Those poor dears! They must have been traumatized! And the guys probably didn't like it either. But it WAS just an accident," said Emma, her sympathy with the cheerleaders.

"They were definitely upset that they couldn't practice their routine, but we quickly rounded up five replacements to help with this particular move so the cheer squad got over it pretty quickly. Honestly, it took more time to get the damaged "men" off the floor than it took for our brave cheerleaders to move on with their lives. Like you said, it WAS an accident."

"I didn't see which one was John. Could I watch it again please?" asked Emma.

"Of course."

Miss Bella rewound that part of the tape and Emma watched again as five cheerleaders ran up and toe-kicked each guy in his nuts. "I'm sorry...I was so impressed with how in sync each kick was that I missed which one was John again. Your cheer squad is going to slay the competition...I mean each toe contacted each and every groin at the exact same moment. So synchronized! Would you mind showing me again? I promise I'll watch for John this time," chuckled Emma.

"Hahaha! Not a problem. I understand how distracting the actual kick in the balls can be."

Once again Emma and Miss Bella watched the scene unfold. This time Emma took note of John in the lineup and focused on his experience. She watched her son bend at the knees a bit and put his hands out to catch the foot of the cheerleader who was rapidly approaching him. He looked nervous...or scared...and she saw his adam's apple bob up and down as he gulped. He was probably worried about screwing up, she thought, which totally explained his demeanor. She watched as the cheerleader entered the frame and lifted her foot hoping John would catch it and flip her into the air. But instead, it looked like her aim was just slightly off...her kick just a hair later than it should have been, and her sneaker sailed right over John's hands and ended up kicking him, toe first, in the nuts. There was so much momentum given she had been running, that John was lifted off his feet a couple inches by the kick. His eyes bugged out of his skull, and he fell to the floor. She realized John was the one calling for his mom...calling for her. Truth be told it was kind of embarrassing for her that her son was so weak. Why couldn't he take it like a man and just puke it up, or pass out like one of the other guys had done? Why did he have to keep calling for his mom? Ugh.

"Well I guess let's go see my son," said Emma with a big sigh.

They got to the nurse's office and there were two students in there. One was John and the other was a student she didn't recognize. John was awake, but whimpering and holding his nuts. The other student was unconscious. Both guys were naked and covered only with towels over their genitals.

"The other three students were already picked up by their mothers," explained Miss Bella.

"Well, I guess I should get John out to the car and get him home and give him an icepack...again."

"We think it might need more than a bag of ice as we think he might have a rupture."

"A rupture?" asked Emma. Even given the specific area of his injuries, his mother seemed more curious than concerned by the use of the word "rupture".

"Yes. We think the kick to John's balls may have ruptured the wall of one or both if his testicles. It could result in the need to...you know...snip snip?"

John's eyes grew wide at this. "Mom?" he squeaked out nervously in a high-pitched voice.

The school nurse came from behind a privacy screen...Nurse Sheila. "You can see how high-pitched his voice is. That's not a good sign that the balls are salvageable. Here let me show you on our other patient over here."

Nurse Sheila, Miss Bella, and John's mom Emma all walked over to the other young man. "Bob here definitely has a ruptured ball. If you reach up under the towel and grab his left ball and roll it around in your fingers you'll feel the rupture."

Emma was so curious and even a bit turned on at the thought of grabbing this young man's ball. She reached her hand up under the towel and took hold of the left ball and rolled it around. "Hmmm...I'm just feeling a normal nut. I'm not sensing anything like a rupture."

Nurse Sheila raised an eyebrow. "That's odd. Try squeezing the ball."

Emma shrugged and said, "Okay...squeezing the ball." She started to feel a little wetness in her pants as she squeezed the seemingly healthy ball of this student. "Still nothing."

"No you need to REALLY squeeze it." said the nurse.

"Your wish is my command," laughed Emma. John watched in horror from a few feet away as his mother squeezed the ball of his classmate. Emma definitely had some wetness now as she crushed down on the student's nut and she could feel it compressing flatter and flatter in between her thumb and forefinger. "Almost there..." She wondered if he was still a virgin, like her own son John was. She wondered what plans he had in life, if he wanted to get married, have a family, be a powerful man in business and have people respect him as an alpha male...and then POP! The nut just gave way and turned into pulp between her fingers. "Oh my! I didn't mean to pop his nut, but that was so much easier than I thought it would be."

Miss Bella spoke up and smile reassuringly. "Oh don't even worry about it. It was just a ball."

Emma smiled back. "Oh totally. It was just a ball."

John was shocked at what was going on a few feet from him. What did they mean it was just a ball? Balls were important!

Nurse Shelia interjected. "It wasn't just A ball, it was the WRONG ball."

Emma and Miss Bella stopped congratulating each other and said in unison, "The wrong ball?".

"Yes," said the nurse, "When I said the left ball, I meant YOUR other left. You popped the one remaining good ball he had."

Emma looked relieved. "No wonder I couldn't feel the rupture! I had the wrong nut!"

"Well that makes sense," said Miss Bella. "Might as well go ahead and feel the other ball so you know what the rupture feels like since it's going to have to be most likely removed anyway."

"You won't need to squeeze this one as hard," smiled Nurse Shelia.

Emma reached back up under the towel and did her best to ignore the tingling between her legs. She grabbed the last nut and immediately could feel it wasn't spherical anymore, that there was something wrong with it. It was deformed but still more or less a nut. Having handled his good nut first, she now knew the difference between a good nut and a bad nut. "Goodness, the difference is like night and day! I wonder how much..." POP! "That was so easy! It took hardly any pressure at all to pop it."

Nurse Shelia nodded her head in agreement. "It doesn't take a whole lot to turn the ball into mush once it's ruptured."

John was shocked that his own mother had just castrated the guy on the gurney next to him. She had popped both of his balls like they meant nothing. They didn't understand. How could they not understand? Why were guys always getting kicked in the balls at school? Why did the teachers never step in to stop all the ball-kicking? They had to know what would happen when they opted for those steel-toed shoes instead of cups. They weren't even mean about it. They just didn't care. He remembered how happy all the female students were when they got their new shoes and the teachers explained how effective the steel toe was in kicking a man in the groin. It was just academic to the teachers, and about looking cute to the girls. And so many balls had been kicked with those new shoes. A student would kick a pair of balls and then just go about their day as if nothing happened. Teachers would send like what seemed a never-ending supply of kicked balls to the nurse, who would send the guys home to where unsympathetic mothers awaited them. Even when he got kicked in the soccer game...the chick who kicked him didn't give him a second thought. No teacher stopped the game or even asked if he was okay. Several mothers had been invited that day to watch the game, and they cheered when he got kicked and she scored the winning goal. They cheered for her while he was on the ground throwing up! And then he got home and his own mother talked about how good Darlene was at kicking balls (he assumed she meant soccer balls) and how she had really earned that winning goal.

He was jolted out of his thoughts by Miss Bella speaking to his mother.

"So that's what we needed to ask you about. We're pretty sure John has ruptures in both of his balls, and we need to know if you'd like us to just pop them so we can all move on in life, or if you want to keep him at home and see if things improve?" said Miss Bella with no more concern than if she was talking about popping a couple of pimples.

Emma looked to Nurse Shelia. Nurse Shelia added, "It's probably better to pop his balls. Based on my experience there's only about a 75% chance the balls will heal and then you're just going to have to get them removed anyway if it turns out the ruptures don't seal properly. We just pop pop him right here while the balls are fragile and his body will eventually absorb the testicles all neat and tidy. Otherwise, you might need surgery later and that's costly and messy."

John was about to say that 75% chance of his balls healing was really good odds but his mother didn't even need those few seconds to decide. "Let's go ahead and pop him then," she stated matter-of-factly. John had seen her spend more time deciding on what color to paint her toenails than she had taken in deciding to have his balls crushed. "They're just his balls," she said with a careless shrug and toss of her hair.

"Yes, they're just balls. Nurse Sheila, if you would do the honors please," said Miss Bella.

"Of course!" said Nurse Sheila with a smile.

"Now don't forget to tell me where you got those lovely steel-toed shoes!" gushed John's mother as Nurse Shelia approached her son and started to reach up under the towel.

"Of course! We may even have a spare pair in your size that I'd gladly give you," replied Miss Bella.

"Truly? Oh my god you are the best!" said Emma.

POP!

"But only if you tell me what color nail polish you are wearing. I love it!" said Miss Bella.

"I don't know," replied Emma in a playful tone, "this color is pretty special! Haha!"

"Come on...shoes for nail polish!"

"Oh okay...it's candy apple red."

POP!

"Candy apple red...nice! What size shoes do you wear?"

"Eight and a half please!"

Nurse Sheila chimed in. "Well, all done! I popped his balls so just take him home and let him rest for today and tomorrow and he should be able to come back to school the day after."

"Thank you both so much for popping his nuts," said Emma. She glanced quickly at her son who was laying there on the gurney with his eyes crossed, hands cupped between his legs and quietly calling for her in a soft soprano voice.

"Mommy...balls...mommy...balls..."

I guess he'll never be an alpha male, Emma thought to herself. "Maybe you can have my son help the cheer squad again next week. After all, there's nothing left there to kick anymore so he'd be the perfect practice partner."

"That's an excellent idea, Emma! Now let's go get you those shoes," said Miss Bella.

"And a copy of that tape too if you wouldn't mind..." said Emma as her voice trailed off down the hallway.