Contains: Femdom-lite, humiliation. Sort of a sequel to my librarian story.
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.
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