Foul Balls

Foul Balls

By Caligula

All characters are 18+. All characters are step-family but as a narrative choice and for story flow purposes are not referred to as such in the body of the story.

School Accidents Part 9 - Foul Balls

Yazmin Vazquez watched as her son took a baseball right to the nads. Along with all the other women in the stands she reflexively cupped her own crotch. Her perfectly manicured toes curled in her sandals and her mouth formed an ‘O’ as she let out an “Ooooooo!!!” She looked left and right at the other mom’s and saw identical reactions, each woman in turn looking at Yazmin and the other attended mothers, each returning the look of amusement on Yazmin’s face.

*****

A few moments earlier…

It was the next-to-last game of the season, and it was gals vs guys. Manuel Vazquez was the best pitcher on the boy’s team and the guys were ahead by one point. It all came down to this last pitch as Tracy Eaton stood at home plate and took some practice swings with the bat. Tracy was the best hitter on the girl’s team and already had two strikes against her. All Manuel needed to do was throw one more strike and the game was over, or someone tag her as out in the event she actually hit the ball.

Manuel wound up his arm for the pitch, checked the runner that was on first base, and then let the ball fly towards Tracy and home plate. Tracy hit the ball dead on and sent it flying at roughly 90 miles per hour…right into Manuel’s testicles. She heard the collective gasp of the crowd as she threw the bat to the ground and started running around the bases, hoping she and the other girl already on first base could circle the field and score before the guys could recover enough to stop them.

*****

Yazmin watched as her son Manuel bent over, clutching the ball that was stuck firmly in his crotch and holding it in place with his hands. She grinned broadly, finding her son’s reaction funny as his face took on a look of utter despair and he slowly sank to his knees, never letting go of the baseball that was lodged in his crotch. He toppled over onto his side like a tree felled by a lumberjack, and let out a wailing howl that was quickly drowned out by the jeers from the women in the crowd, including that of his own mother.

“Foul ball!” yelled Yazmin through her laughter.

The laughter was replaced by cheers from the mom’s as they encouraged Tracy in her run around the bases. Even Yazmin urged her on.

“Go Tracy! Score! Score! Score!” she shouted while standing up and fist pumping the air, her son’s predicament all but forgotten.

Manuel was in agony…his nuts on fire as he squealed on the ground. He laid there in too much pain to move with his mother in plain view as she cheered on his rival, Tracy. Why is she not rushing over to help me, his fevered mind asked. Why is she cheering?!?

The other girl rounded home plate, followed closely by Tracy to score the winning points in the game. The two girls high-fived and hugged each other, jumping up and down in celebration.

“You’re out!” shouted a voice, subduing the mini-celebration the girls were having.

The umpire, Miss Hitchens, approached the mound where Manuel still twitched in the dirt. “I said you’re out. The boys win,” she declared.

The coaches of both teams, as well as Tracy, Yazmin, and a few of the other mothers all approached the pitcher’s mound and circled up as Manuel squealed like a girl beneath them. He recognized his mother’s pedicure as she stood near his quivering body.

“What gives?” asked the girl’s coach, Miss Layla. “What do you mean she’s out and the boys win?”

The boy’s coach, Miss Kerry, also spoke up. “While I’ll take the win, I’m curious as well. It seems like both girls crossed home plate.”

“Miss Hitchens looked down at Manuel as he squirmed at their feet. “He caught the ball and held on…so she’s out,” she said with a nod towards his crotch where he still gripped the baseball tightly against his groin.

Yazmin nudged the baseball with her shoe in irritation, knocking it up against her son’s balls like it was nothing and eliciting a fresh whimper from Manuel. “You can clearly see he didn’t ‘catch’ the ball,” she stated in an attempt to overturn the umpire’s decision and hand the win to the girls. “It just wedged between his legs.” She emphasized the point by cupping her hand between her own legs and jerking upwards, mimicking the baseball as it impacted Manuel’s boy bits.

Miss Hitchens took her own shoe and pressed it up against the baseball and pressed down, rocking it from side to side in an attempt to dislodge it from between Manuel’s legs. It just made him grip the ball even tighter as the umpire crushed his nuts as she twisted her foot back and forth on the baseball.

“See? He’s really holding onto that ball,” she stated matter-of-factly. She shrugged. “Them’s the rules. The boys win.”

As the other ladies walked away Yazmin rolled her eyes in disgust and put her arm around Tracy to console her, all while her son lay on the ground in the fetal position whimpering just inches away from their shoes. Tracy seemed really upset.

“I’m so sorry Tracy,” Yazmin said. “We all know you should have won the game. When you hit the ball I think we could all feel it in the stands!”

“Ball…ball…” cried Manuel, looking up to his mother for help. In response she shuffled to her left to block Tracy’s view of his face and keeping her own back to her son so they weren’t distracted by his blubbering. She continued.

“I know you blame yourself, and you shouldn’t. It was just dumb luck that you sent that baseball flying into my son’s nuts causing him to clench down on it. And just remember,” she said with a kind smile,” he may have won the game, but he lost something far more important…”

“Balls…balls…” Manuel tried again.

“…his dignity.” She finished.

“My balls. Mom…my balls…OooooOooo” he trailed off in a high-pitched blubber.

“As far as I’m concerned, we all know that was a bad call by the umpire, and if my son is proud of a cheat of a win like that then he’s lost his dignity.”

Tracy smiled a bit at the encouraging words, looked down at Manuel as he wriggled feebly, and back up at Yazmin.

“I guess he did lose his…”

Manuel finally released the baseball and it rolled away and came to rest between Yazmin’s and Tracy’s feet. They both looked down at it and then at each other and smiled.

“…dignity,” finished Tracy. She looked down again at Manuel. “Sorry I nailed your son in his nuts.”

“Don’t be. It was just an accident, after all.”

“Well anyway, I guess I better go join the rest of my team and get showered up.”

Tracy ran off the field leaving Yazmin to help Manuel to his feet as he stumbled like a drunk to the boy’s locker room. Yazmin picked up the baseball that had crushed her son’s nads and tossed it up in the air, catching it on the way down. She remembered the look on her son’s face when he realized where the ball had hit him, and she chuckled to herself…and felt a tingle between her legs. The tingling grew more intense as she watched him stumble away in small shuffling baby steps. She threw the ball over her shoulder to hear it land with a thud and followed after her son.

*****

As Yazmin entered the boy’s locker room she saw all the boys and their mothers having a conversation with Miss Kerry, their coach. She and Manuel joined the group. The other boys winced seeing Manuel still bent slightly at the waist, while their mothers all grinned and a few rolled their eyes.

“Now that we’re all here…” said Miss Kerry with a pointed look in Manuel’s direction, letting him know he was holding up the team meeting. “How are your nuts, Manuel?”

“He’s fine,” answered his mother for him. In fact he felt far from fine, but he felt too queasy to speak up. He was afraid if he opened his mouth that he’d throw up, further humiliating himself in front of all the moms.

“Now I know that win was unexpected, but that ties us with the girls. The final game of the season is in a few days and we need to go balls-to-the-wall to win it,” continued the coach. The moms snickered at her balls-walls comment, glancing at Manuel and shifting their eyes to his groin area. The guys all looked down uneasily, wishing they could be elsewhere.

Yazmin still wasn’t happy with the umpire’s call though. “I’m never going to be happy with how this game turned out,” she said.

“I know Manuel got hit in his nuts but…” started Miss Kerry.

“Oh not that,” interrupted Yazmin with a dismissive wave of her hand in her son’s direction. “It’s the bogus decision to rob the girls, and Tracy specifically, of her win. I briefly spoke to Tracy after the game and it’s really shaken her confidence.”

The other mom’s all gave pouty lips and there was a chorus of “poor girl” and “I feel so bad for her”. Manuel was annoyed that none of them seemed to have the same level of concern for his future breeding possibilities. Yazmin went on.

“I don’t understand how this even happened anyway. My son’s athletic cup should have prevented his reaction to clutch the baseball to his nads. Like this…”

Before Coach Kerry could stop her, and in front of all the other moms and sons, Yazmin grabbed onto one of Manuel’s shoulders, took a step forward, and kneed her son right in the balls as hard as she could. Rather than feeling the hard plastic of a cup, her knee felt the soft rubbery bumps of two testicles as they were trapped between her leg and his unyielding pubic bone. She felt them compress as she held her knee in place for a moment, and then felt them return to their normal shape as they pushed back against her tanned kneecap.

Yazmin’s eyes widened in surprise as she recognized the difference between nuts and plastic, and she lowered her knee as Manuel crossed his eyes and let out a high-pitched whine as he slowly fell to the ground. The tingling had returned between Yazmin’s legs, and she realized she was feeling a little slick in her crotch at having just busted Manuel’s balls. She raised one eyebrow as she looked to Coach Kerry for an explanation.

“Sorry. You didn’t give me time to explain…we don’t allow the boys to wear cups in the inter-gender matches. We feel it gives them an unfair advantage.” Coach Kerry finished up her explanation with a lopsided smile and a shrug. One of the other mothers clearly didn’t believe her.

“You’re joking right?” she asked before gripping her own son by the shoulders and kneeing him expertly in the balls. The young man doubled over and clutched his manhood. He looked pleadingly into his mother’s eyes as he gracefully slid down towards the ground, mother and son not breaking eye contact until he fell onto the floor whimpering.

“Oh my,” the woman said. “You weren’t joking. I felt actual balls when I kneed him.”

The other guys on the team placed their hands protectively over their own crotches and looked nervously to their own mothers, but no other knees were forthcoming…although each boy noted the playful smile on each of their mom’s faces.

The meeting broke up and each boy departed with their mother, the one whose mom had kneed him even after hearing he wasn’t wearing a cup reaching out to her for physical support. She chuckled at him and said, “walk it off, champ.”

Only Yazmin and Manuel were left behind as they waited for the school nurse to arrive. After realizing he had taken a 90 mile per hour baseball to the nads without a cup, Yazmin agreed to let the nurse check out Manuel’s berries. She didn’t see what the big deal was, but Coach Kerry had insisted.

*****

The beautiful school nurse walked into the boy’s locker room and assessed the situation…a disinterested older woman sitting on a bench with her legs crossed playing Candy Crush on her mobile phone, and a moaning boy on the ground clutching his pearls…mother and son. And based on the way the son was carrying on, it was another groin injury. She rolled her eyes.

“Hello, I’m Nurse Sheila,” she said while extending her hand to the woman, who had put away her cell phone and rose to meet the newcomer.

“Hi, I’m Manuel’s mom. My name’s Yazmin,” she replied with a friendly smile.

“HI MANUEL! WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE PROBLEM?” asked Nurse Sheila in a very loud voice.

“The problem isn’t his ears,” said Yazmin with a chuckle, “It’s his huevos,” she said slipping into her native Spanish. “…I mean balls. It’s his balls.”

“Well I know a lot about huevos,” replied Nurse Sheila playfully, “so let’s see what we can do. Can you help me lay him on his back on one of the massage tables please?”

They assisted Manuel onto one of the low narrow tables where the teammates received rubdowns in case of a pulled muscle. Nurse Sheila’s eyes grew wide as she looked to the boy’s groin. His tight baseball pants did nothing to hide his genitals, and she could see how swollen his testicles were as they bulged obscenely in the tight sportswear. She tugged downwards on his pants and his cock and balls sprang free with a plop, his cock hanging limply to the side while his swollen nuts looked like two…baseballs, resting on his groin. Yazmin thought they looked like overripe fruit given the mottled bruising that had formed across his stretched sack. His ballbag was pulled so taut it looked like the nuts within would burst free at any moment. Once again Yazmin’s womanhood responded.

“He took a baseball to the nuts,” Yazmin added helpfully when she noticed Nurse Sheila’s open-mouthed stare.

“Well that would explain the swelling and bruising. They’re huge!” Sheila said appreciatively. “I’m going to need to squeeze his testicles and feel for ruptures, which is going to cause quite a bit of pain given how plump they are. Would you mind pressing down on his shoulders to keep him from thrashing about?”

“Of course I’ll help. He’s my son, after all,” answered Yazmin.

Yazmin was dressed rather provocatively. She was wearing a loose fitting skirt and an equally loose button-down shirt with no bra. Her breasts were large and perky and from the right angle you could occasionally get a glimpse of her nipples. She approached Manuel and as she pressed down on his shoulders, she leaned forward which had the unintended consequence of giving her son a perfect view up her shirt.

Manuel’s eyes grew wide as he was gifted with the sight of his mom’s underboob, and as she shifted slightly he caught peeks of her nipples as the fabric of her shirt moved with her body. His body started to react despite the pain in his balls, and his mom and Nurse Sheila watched in surprise as his limp penis slowly started to stir to life. Like a snake hypnotized by a snake charmer’s flute, his flaccid tool uncurled itself and began to slowly rise and writhe as it grew in size.

“Well that’s a good sign,” said Nurse Sheila.

Yazmin suddenly realized she was the cause of her son’s erection, but there wasn’t anything she could do given she was holding him in place. She watched as the nurse cupped her son’s big balls in her hands, eliciting a tiny shiver from Manuel. Whether it was Sheila’s cold hands or the tenderness of his nuts that caused the shiver, or both, she didn’t know. But then things took a turn as Nurse Sheila started to squeeze the balls in her hands, kneading them looking for ruptures.

Manuel’s penis drooped back into a lifeless state and his breathing became more intense. His mouth opened but only long hoarse breaths issued from his lips and even the glorious sight of his mother’s jugs wasn’t enough to get him through the pain.

Yazmin watched as the nurse twisted and yanked on her son’s nuts, pinching the nutmeat between her fingers, and she became aroused again.

Manuel, even in his dazed state, saw that now it was his mother who was getting hard. He watched as her nipples became erect and perky, rubbing against the soft fabric of her shirt. They are so hard, he thought to himself…so hard, so perfect. And then the squeezing was gone as Nurse Sheila rendered her verdict.

“Well…it seems the right testicle does have a rupture in it, although the left one might be okay. Hard to tell for sure.”

Rupture? Manuel felt panic seep in at the word rupture, but as he looked up his mother’s shirt it appeared her nipples were even harder.

“So what do you recommend,” Yazmin asked in a husky voice. She felt the slickness between her legs again.

Sheila released Manuel’s nuts and gave them a reassuring pat, causing him to shiver yet again.

“I suggest we pop at least the right one. The left one is really up to you…”

The room became silent except for Manuel’s pained whimpers. Yazmin looked at her son’s engorged nuts…his huevos. They were his most prized possessions…his trophies. Then she smiled as that gave her an idea. She pulled Nurse Sheila aside and quietly asked about an alternative to popping. Manuel couldn’t hear what was being said between the two women until the end when Nurse Sheila spoke up more loudly. He also didn’t see the snipping motion his mother made with her fingers.

“Sure I can do that. It’s a little more involved as we normally just pop them, but it’s not a problem. In fact it’s good practice for me,” said Sheila thoughtfully and with a smile.

Yazmin returned to Manuel and went back to holding down his shoulders. She didn’t even spare him a glance as she was busy watching Nurse Sheila take out a syringe and fill it with a liquid.

“Anesthetic,” she explained to Yazmin.

She inserted the needle into Manuel’s right ball and injected some of the liquid, eliciting a higher-pitched whimper.

“My ball!” he squealed.

“Both testes?” asked Sheila.

“Yes please,” answered Yazmin.

Sheila repeated the procedure with the second gonad and released his ball with a gentle caress.

“Now I’ll need you to really hold him still. There shouldn’t be any pain, but he’ll buck to try and stop me,” said Nurse Sheila. “Have you ever seen a mechanical bull at a pub? Like that.”

“Oh…like a mechanical bull eh?” Yazmin thought about it for a moment and thought the best way to break a bucking bull was to ride it. She shifted her body forwards, spreading her legs as she straddled her son’s head, and lowered herself into position. She was so glad she decided not to wear panties today as she lowered her pussy onto Manuel’s face. Her cunny was already wet from watching the nurse poke her son’s nuts with a needle, and it slid easily around on his face. It felt soooo good.

Nurse Sheila seemed oblivious to what was going on under Yazmin’s skirt and only nodded her approval of her method of restraining Manuel. “Ready?”

“Just a moment,” replied Yazmin. “Let me get a better position.”

“Of course.” Again things went over Sheila’s head and she thought she was just jockeying for a better position to keep her son from bucking.

Yazmin was only thinking about how her pussy wasn’t positioned just right. She knew she could do better, and this would be an orgasm not to miss. She lifted her right leg off the floor slightly and shifted her hips to the left a tad bit until she felt Manuel’s nose tickle her moist clit.

“Okay, I’m ready,” she said dreamily with a faraway look in her eyes, her breast heaving up and down with each heavy breath.

Manuel was muffled and pinned to the table, aware of his mother’s naked shaved privates gliding effortlessly from his nose to his chin and back again. She’s not wearing panties! Even the needle in his balls, he thought, might have been worth this. Then he heard Nurse Sheila and his mother speak, although it was hard to hear exactly what we being said as his mother’s thighs squeezed his head and covered his ears.

“I need you to give me verbal permission,” said Sheila as she picked up a scalpel.

“As his mother, I give you my permission to cut off his nuts…”

Did he hear that right? Did his mom just say the nurse could cut his balls off? He tried to cry out, to stop them, to tell them no…but he just ended up yelling into the wet spot between his mother’s legs, making her eyes cross in pleasure at the frantic vibrations making contact with her pussy. She moved her hips back and forth slowly, trying not to make it obvious to the nurse what she was doing…getting off on her son’s face as she had him castrated.

She slid back and forth easily, rubbing against his nose, mouth, and chin and enjoying the different sensations each brought her. Oh fuck she was so wet! She knew she should feel guilty, but they were just his balls, his trophies, and she was going to put them to good use.

Sheila cut two small slits in his nutsack, and the skin was so tight that both balls spilled eagerly out his scrotum almost like they were looking forward to getting cut. Yazmin gasped slightly at the sight of her son’s bare nuts and bit her bottom lip as she continued to discreetly thrust her hips back and forth, left and right, oohhhh that circular motion feels good. His muffled cries only further stimulated her, especially when her clitoris brushed over his mouth and the vibration of his voice was like a battery-operated sex toy.

Nurse Sheila held up his right ball; the one with the rupture in it.

SNIP!

Yazmin felt Manuel buck as the nurse chopped his nut off, but he was unable to stop them given he was held fast by his mother’s pussy and ample ass. Her gyrations became more desperate as she felt herself close to cumming, and knew when that second ball came off that she’d cum like a fountain.

“The other nut,” she said breathlessly, “Don’t forget the other nut.”

Nurse Sheila unceremoniously dropped the right testicle into a tray and picked up Manuel’s left ball.

“Are you sure about this one? I’m pretty sure this one will be okay,” asked Sheila once more.

Manuel begged to keep his ball, but it only came out as a muffled yell into his mother’s muff.

“I’m so-o-o-o-o sure,” she said in a ragged staccato as she was hit with a rush of adrenaline signaling her orgasm was only moments away. “Both huevos. Take both huevos! Ay dios mio!!!” she cried out slipping back into Spanish.

Yazmin watched as Sheila brought her scissors up and placed Manuel’s ball cord between the blades. She lifted her leg slightly as her body tensed up as her orgasm started to kick in. Her toes curled and flexed and the pleasure started from there and worked its way up her legs and into her thighs. As Sheila closed the teeth of the scissors Yazmin’s orgasm leapt from her thighs into her pussy and she came all over her son’s face.

SNIP!

Yazmin’s whole body shook as she rubbed out the last of her orgasm on Manuel’s nose and mouth and the post-nut clarity gently eased itself into her mind and body. She felt warm and satisfied, and was grateful when Nurse sheila didn’t even bother looking up but instead grabbed the tray with Manuel’s nuts and headed to the adjoining room.

“I’ll be right back!” she said in a chipper voice.

Yazmin eased herself off her son’s face and looked around for something to wipe herself with. She was still so slick with her juices and oh my…it was all over Manuel’s face too. She spotted a towel and shoved it under her skirt, mopping up the sticky mess. Then with the same towel she wiped down her son’s face, although it just seemed to make it worse given the towel was now soaked in her nectar.

Oh well, she thought. Might as well let him enjoy it, since he’s not likely to make another woman cum given he doesn’t have any nuts.

Manuel was essentially out of it. He was no longer aware of what was happening. Between getting his balls smashed by a baseball, his mom kneeing him in the nuts, then taking his boy bits away from him, and the vague memory of her womanhood making it hard for him to breathe as she rode his face, he had mentally checked out. So he wasn’t aware when Nurse Sheila walked back into the room with a plastic specimen jar filled with his gonads.

“They were so big I had a hard time stuffing them into the jar, but I just shoved really hard and they eventually both fit. I think I made the rupture on the right one a bit worse though,” she said.

Yazmin accepted the jar of nuts and jiggled it roughly. Wow his huevos are really crammed in there!

Nurse Sheila returned to Manuel’s ballbag in order to sew it closed when Yazmin said out loud, “Shame we can’t stuff something inside the sack so it doesn’t look so pathetic.”

“Oh well fake balls aren’t uncommon when a guy gets a castration due to something like testicular cancer. Just a shame we don’t have anything to put in there,” replied Sheila.

Yazmin looked quickly around the locker room while holding her jar of nuts and her gaze fell on two baseballs sitting side by side, and she smiled. “Well…”

*****

The day of the last baseball game of the season found Yazmin and Manuel entering the girl’s locker room in search of Tracy. Yazmin’s eyes lit up when she found her favorite baseball player sitting on a bench and lacing up her cleats. Tracy noticed them both as she rose to join the rest of her team on the field.

“Hi Miss Vazquez!” she said excitedly. And then with less enthusiasm as she was still smarting from her loss from a few days ago, “Hi Manuel.”

“Hi Tracy!” replied Yazmin with a hug. “Manuel, don’t be rude…say hello to Tracy.”

“Hi Tracy,” he said meekly. His voice had become very high-pitched and he sounded more like a chick than a guy. It made Tracy laugh.

“Oh my god what happened to your voice?” she asked. His mother answered for him.

“Well Manuel’s nuts had to be removed because of the baseball you hit him with the other day…and well, without his nuts he’s a permanent soprano now.”

She said it like it was nothing. Like she was explaining the recipe for a cake, or talking about the best place to get a mani-pedi. Tracy giggled.

“Oh wow! Sorry about your nuts!” But the flippant way she said it made it clear she didn’t really care.

“Don’t be silly,” Yazmin chided her gently. “In fact that’s why we’re here. I have something for you. Given you’re the girl who broke his nuts, and since it was Manuel’s fault that you didn’t get a trophy for last week’s game…well we wanted you to have this.”

From her purse Yazmin pulled a trophy. It wasn’t super fancy but sparkled with gold accents. It had a little plaque at the bottom that read:

TRACY EATON

GIRL POWER TROPHY

She handed it over to Tracy, who marveled over it.

“A trophy, for me? Oh wow thanks! But what are these?”

Tracy ran her hands lovingly over the two golden orbs that were affixed to the top of the trophy. They were ovoid shaped, one standing straight up and down and the other resting lopsided against its twin. The lopsided right one had a small gash on the side that tickled Tracy’s fingers as she ran them over it.

“Those are Manuel’s huevos…his nuts! I had them gold plated and made into a trophy for you,” said Yazmin with pride.

Manuel’s mouth hung open. It was bad enough his mom took his manhood away from him, but she had his balls turned into some kind of jewelry and gave them to his school rival?!? He had no clue what his mother had done with his balls after the nurse removed them but he could never have imagined this. His face was red with embarrassment as he watched Tracy stroke his balls, and he wished in the worst way they were still attached to him so he could feel her hands as they played with his testes as she was currently doing.

“Cool!” Was her only response. She had just been handed his balls and ‘cool’ was the best she could muster? But then Tracy looked down to Manuel’s tight fitting pants and saw two huge bulges protruding from his groin area.

“Not to be rude, Miss Vazquez, but if these are his nuts…what are those?” Tracy pointed to the two bulges, deepening the red in his face.

“Oh I gave him fake balls!”

“No way!”

“You don’t believe me?” Yazmin asked with a grin.

She turned to her son and grabbed one of his shoulders, took a step forward and kneed him in the crotch really hard.

Tracy expected him to fall down crying, but nothing happened. His mother’s knee was clearly making contact with the two huge bulges in his pants as Tracy could see them spread out across the top of Miss Vazquez’s knee. But Manuel didn’t grab himself, fall over, and start saying ‘my balls…my balls’…nothing. She watched as Miss Vazquez lowered her knee and then pistoned it upwards again; this time Tracy was aware of a clunking sound as the two ‘balls’ bounced off each other and off the knee. But still Manuel didn’t react.

“Wow!” Tracy seemed mesmerized. “Can I try that?”

Manuel was shaking his head no but Yazmin was ignoring him. “Of course, dear!” She motioned his classmate forward.

Rather than kneeing him, Tracy kicked him square in the balls with the toe of her cleats. Once again she heard a clunking sound, and while her kick made Manuel rise up on his toes, he didn’t fall over and start crying, or puke, or anything.

“I made my brother cry with a kick like that!” she said proudly.

“I bet you did, young lady,” said Yazmin with a laugh. “Keep on kicking!”

Tracey gave his crotch four more kicks before bending at the waist to inspect the two bulges she had just kicked.

“So, what’s in here, if it’s not nuts?” asked Tracy.

Yazmin laughed. “Two baseballs! Hahaha! I had them sewn up inside of his empty nutsack.”

She and Tracy both laughed heartily, much to Manuel’s shame. The bulge was so pronounced it would cause questions wherever they went, and his mother apparently had no reservations about telling everyone he was now a eunuch with two ridiculously sized fake balls.

“I’m worried we won’t win today though,” added Tracy more somberly.

Yazmin put her arm around the girl’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry. I’ve taken care of that,” Yazmin said with a wink. “Because I had his nuts removed, Manuel can’t play in today’s game. So you’re pretty much guaranteed a win!”

Manuel’s mouth dropped open again. I knew I heard Nurse Sheila say my left nut was going to be okay, and mom had her cut it off anyway just so the girl’s team could win this week’s game. It wasn’t fair!

“You’re the coolest! Thanks again for the nuts! Gotta run so I don’t miss the start of the game!”

Tracy ran off and Yazmin finally caught sight of her son’s injured look and rolled her eyes.

“Don’t sulk, Manuel!” she scolded him. “After her loss the other day Tracy needed a real confidence boost, and I knew having your nuts removed would prevent you from playing in the game today. In my opinion it was a small price for us to pay for the cause of female empowerment.”

“But you could have just pulled me out of the game today. You could have just told Coach Kerry that I wasn’t feeling well. You didn’t have to cut my balls off,” he said in his new soprano voice.

Yazmin tilted her head to the side, thinking about what her son had just said.

“Huh…I didn’t think of that. Oh well…too late now, right?”

Her smile returned to her face and she walked up to Manuel with a ‘so sad…too bad’ pouty look, put her hand in a comforting manner on his shoulder and then…

WHAM!

She kneed his fake balls again, causing him to flinch, and she started laughing.

“I’ll never get tired of doing that! Hahaha! Now come on so we don’t miss the game. I want to see Tracy knock some more balls out of the park!”