The Break-up Prank: Part Ten

As Tony undid his belt, Katy slipped over to the door of her office and turned the lock. A wave of panic hit her when she heard the lock click into place. A male student alone in a locked room with the good-looking and female school nurse (Katy couldn’t bring herself to use the word ‘hot’ even though it was appropriate) was the foundation of many schoolboy fantasies but, with the spate of female teachers getting caught preying on the hormonal young men lately, it also made Katy uneasy. She glanced over at Tony and saw the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as he struggled with his pants. He was breathing heavily and grimacing. The only thing filling Tony’s mind at the moment, Katy realized, was the pain in his balls. She sighed, chiding herself for the ridiculous jolt of panic. Clearly, there was no reason to be worried about anything untowardly happening. Katy was just a health professional treating a patient and that was all there was to it.

“Maybe you should lay down across the chairs,” Katy suggested as she walked over to where Tony sat, his pants not even halfway down his ass, pausing to catch his breath. He looked up at her tentatively so she took his shoulder and turned him to the side before gently easing him onto his back. Because his frame was so big, he had to lay with his left arm contorted over his belly as it pressed into the back of the chair. It looked uncomfortable, Katy thought, but not as uncomfortable as the situation between his legs. Remembering she had a few blankets on the top shelf of her supply closet, Katy quickly strode over and grabbed one. She rolled it and then placed it under Tony’s head. “How’s that?” She asked.

Tony looked up at her and offered a feeble but grateful smile. “Thanks,” he whispered as he tried to raise his hips and slide his pants down.

Seeing him wincing as he worked, Katy moved around him and took ahold of the top of his trousers. “You lift yourself up and I’ll slide them down,” she said. Working as a team, Tony’s pants were on the floor in no time. “Okay, Tony, I’m going to need to examine your testicles.” When she saw the apprehensive panic in his eyes, she smiled soothingly. “Just close your eyes. I’ll be quick. And gentle,” she added as he nodded while still looking alarmed. After an assuring, mother-knows-best shake of her head, Katy saw Tony’s head drop onto the blanket pillow, his eyes closing.

Fortunately, Tony was wearing boxers which made Katy’s job much easier. She eased open the flap and reached a hand inside, tenderly cupping her fingers underneath the young man’s testicles. His body jerked as she pulled them through the opening, and while she saw him grimace, his eyes remained shut. It relieved Katy they did because it meant he wouldn’t see her gaping at the size of his testes. To many people, Tony’s body resembled a bowling ball and that description seemed to carry through. There was no denying it, Tony had bowling balls for testicles – even without the current swelling. They were also beginning to show the early stages of heavy bruising.

Holding them in her left hand, her fingers splayed as far as they could go in order to keep everything in her hand, Katy pressed around his scrotum with her index finger. They were spongy, to be sure, but she would hardly have described them as mush – nothing like the used up orange she’d imagined. In fact, there was far less fluid built up than she’d seen with Tristan. Of course, he’d taken three rapid-fire knees and the girl had made every effort to smash his balls as hard as she could and really make him hurt. And she’d succeeded, Katy thought with a smile. But still, even if they weren’t as swollen as Tristan’s, they were still puffy, and she could understand if they were hurting Tony. What she couldn’t quite figure out is why they seemed to be hurting him so much more.

Despite Mrs. Callahan’s tender touch, Tony felt a small seed of pain threatening to surface. He longed to reach down and cradle his swollen balls, to ease the pain the only way he knew how. Instead, he gritted his teeth and gripped the leg of the chair where his right arm hung as Mrs. Callahan pressed and prodded. He felt her thumb against his left nut and let out a staccato grunt as her index finger pinched down. His back arched in a spasm as the back of his head dug into the blanket.

“Sorry!” Katy cried, jumping back and letting go of Tony’s testicles. “I thought I was being gentle.” I know I was being gentle. It shouldn’t have hurt him, she reasoned. She put a hand to her mouth to cover a smile when Tony opened his eyes and looked at her pitifully.

“Will it ever stop hurting?” Tony asked, almost pleading.

“It will,” Katy assured him and before she could stop herself, added, “I’m just not sure why it hurts so much.”

“What do you mean?”

Kicking herself for what she’d said, Katy considered for a moment on how best to proceed. Tony could’ve taken it in two different ways and neither one were positive. One, he could’ve misinterpreted it as her incompetence – that she was unable to properly diagnose things. Two, it sounded like she was calling him weak. In a way, Katy realized that despite her innocent curiosity, which is what the question amounted to, she was, in effect, calling him weak. But she wasn’t trying to be insulting. She sat down on the chair next to Tony’s feet, folding her hands in her lap and looked at Tony thoughtfully.

“What I mean is, there is no actual damage to your testicles. They are not mush.” Katy said, putting air quotes around ‘mush’. “They are swollen but regular icing should help get that under control.”

When Mrs. Callahan glanced at his crotch and smiled sadly, the realization of what was happening hit Tony. She had seen his junk – and worse, had touched it. A strong urge to cover up overwhelmed him. He looked at Mrs. Callahan and it agitated him to see the pity in her eyes. But before he could get too worked up, his heart sank as the thought struck him. She knows Leann did this. Suddenly, the smile on her face seemed more and more like a smirk to him. Complete and total embarrassment washed over him. The embarrassment he should have been feeling all along.

“Everything okay?” Katy asked when she saw Tony’s cheeks flush.

“I gotta get out of here,” Tony blurted, trying to sit up. He didn’t make it far before the cramping in his guts forced him back down onto his back. He felt more despondent than ever. The room closed in on him as he imagined Mrs. Callahan laughing at how easily Leann had disabled him and how she’d seen the damage Leann had caused first hand. His body felt like it was on fire, burning with shame.

“Easy now,” Katy said, reaching over and taking Tony’s left hand. “You just lie there and rest.”

Was it just Tony, or was there a hint of amusement in Mrs. Callahan’s tone?

“In fact, let’s get that ice now,” Katy said, tucking Tony’s testicles back into his boxers and causing him to groan.

Tony watched as Mrs. Callahan slowly made her way over to her desk, her hips swaying generously as she moved. To Tony, it seemed like she was purposefully exaggerating the motion just to fuck with him. Hurry up, he wanted to scream, and quit looking so…so… Tony fought himself to not finish the phrase but it was futile. Though it made him feel disgusted with himself, he couldn’t help but admit, Mrs. Callahan looked sexy. The idea pissed him off. He wanted to be mad at women – after all, a girl was the reason for all the pain he was in. And yet, here he was admiring Mrs. Callahan’s ass and legs, looking so sleek in those sheer pantyhose. What is wrong with me? He wondered, his inner voice sounding accusatory.

“Here,” Katy said holding out a bag of ice. “Put this on your groin, over your boxers.” She leaned closer to make it less of a reach for Tony, and smiled when she saw his eyes beeline right down the front of her dress. It amused her to think that even though a girl had just squeezed the life out of his balls, he couldn’t help himself from ogling her boobs. Sure, Leann had demonstrated the obvious facet of girl power, but Katy found that this facet, though subtle in its control, was just as intoxicating.

The sight of Mrs. Callahan’s breasts straining the cups of her black bra turned out to be more than Tony could handle. The head sitting atop his shoulders said ‘grab the ice’, hoping desperately for some relief. But the head between his legs had other ideas. Instead of taking the ice Mrs. Callahan was offering, Tony’s right hand reached up and cupped her left breast, giving it a few gentle, admiring squeezes. It was softer than he’d anticipated but filled his hand generously. And then it was gone.

As much as she enjoyed driving the boy crazy, touching her was taking things a bit too far. It probably wasn’t fair to him that she’d dangled her boobs so close to him, but he could have resisted his desires – even if it felt like turning down one million, no-strings-attached, dollars. It was unlikely, but doable, but Tony just couldn’t do it. Katy straightened and grinned as the young man’s fingers kneaded the air where her breast used to be for a few seconds more. Then she glowered at him, holding her gaze until he finally met her eye. He froze, looking like a deer in headlights.

The way Mrs. Callahan was glaring at him made Tony wish he could disappear. It was her fault, tempting me like that, his brain cried, but deep down he knew he shouldn’t have done it. The fleeting pleasure of her in his hand quickly dissipated as, at first, a swell of indignation rose up in him before receding into a wave of guilt. All he could do was gape at her helplessly, hoping the apology he forced into his eyes looked sincere.

While Katy could see that Tony immediately regretted his decision and that he didn’t mean any harm, she was not about to let him off the hook. Keeping the devious little grin threatening to spread on her lips hidden, Katy graced him with a warm smile that she hoped conveyed her sympathy for him giving in to his raging hormone-driven desire. When reflief flooded his eyes, Katy held the bag of ice up as high as she could and then dropped it square in his groin. His tortured yowl was music to her ears.

“Never touch a woman without her permission,” Katy said sweetly as tears welled up in Tony’s eyes. “And especially not when your balls already hurt,” she added, too full of herself to worry about sounding so unprofessional. “Keep that ice on your testicles and think about what you’ve done. I’ll leave you alone but I want you out of my office in thirty minutes.” Her lips curved up as Tony nodded meekly, breathing hard.

As she walked over to the door of her office and unlocked it, a thought occurred to Katy out of nowhere. She considered keeping it to herself, but the idea of really driving the dagger in deep was too great. “Hey Tony,” she said in a sing-song voice. “I just realized something. You know why it hurts so much?” When he just looked at her through blank and pained eyes, Katy twisted the knife. “Because your balls are just plain weak.”

She was still laughing at the outrage and shame in his eyes as she strode down the hallway.

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