Volunteering for Emily, Parts 3 and 4

Volunteering for Emily, Parts 3 and 4

By StackHack77609

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I started running into Colin around campus more and more frequently. The truth is, I was going out of my way to cross his path, but I played it off like it was always a coincidence. I liked him, and I wanted him to ask me out. I knew he liked me too, or at least thought I was attractive-- I saw the way he looked at my body, pretending not to, that night Sam and I flirted with him before his 'big show' at a college a few towns over. But he's such a shy boy; I kept ramping up my flirting, making it more and more obvious, but he'd get so nervous. Eventually, after I more or less spelled it out for him, he found the confidence to ask me out.

He told me that his friend Emily was having a pool party, and asked if I wanted to go with him. I came within an inch of blurting out: "You mean the same Emily who made a performance art piece where your balls were hanging from the ceiling and a bunch of girls came into the room and smacked the shit out of them??" But I caught myself just in time; from his perspective, I wouldn't have any idea that he was the model at that exhibit, since the only part of him that was visible was, in daily life, hidden inside his pants. It was kind of cute that he thought I wouldn't have put two and two together; he had such a sweet, boyish innocence about him.

I was beyond excited to go with him. I thought he was really hot, and I knew from that art show that he had some beautiful big balls. I was eager to see some more of him, and a pool party would be an excellent place to do that. Plus, I'm not ashamed to say that I wear a bikini quite well, and I knew I could have him eating out of my hand the whole time, if I wanted to.

The party started in the afternoon, and when we arrived there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Emily was standing on the other side of the pool, talking to some other girls, but when she saw us she quickly waved and ran over.

"Hi guys!" She called out brightly. "Hey Col. Glad you could make it." She turned to me, smiling. "You must be Alex, right?" she asked, gregariously kissing me on both cheeks. "I'm not sure we've met, but I've heard a lot about you from this one," she said, nodding her head at Colin, who blushed.

She took a step back, still smiling, and wow, let me tell you-- Emily could also wear a bikini. It was obvious that Colin had a huge crush on her, and probably had for a long time. He looked at her the way a dog looks at his human. On the one hand, I found this dynamic fascinating, and it explained a lot about his willingness to repeatedly offer up his family jewels for her show. But I also found myself thinking how hot it would be to make him look at me that way. A sudden fantasy flashed into my head: the two of us in bed together, and him looking at me with an expression that communicated more clearly than any words that I could do whatever I wanted to him. I shivered quickly, the sun tingling on my bare skin, more than half naked in my tiny bikini.

From the very beginning of the party, I was having a great time. I didn't know anyone there super well, but I've always found it easy to get on with new people. After an hour or so, it felt like people had really started to become more comfortable and were loosening up. Colin and I were standing in a circle with Emily and a few other girls, and the conversation had turned to sex, as it often does among college kids. The girls were talking about the, you know, physical attributes of some of the guys they'd been with, a conversation I could tell made Colin uncomfortable, especially since Emily was there, and taking such an active part in the discussion. She suddenly looked up at Colin with a jolt of recognition in her eyes.

"Oh my god, you guys-- Colin has huge balls. Don't ask me how I know. But it's wild. Pretty incomparable in my personal experience."

The girls oohed and aahed, giving Colin mischievous glances. He stood still, smiling nervously. I could tell he was really uncomfortable and doing his best to hide it.

"Honestly, you girls should really see," Emily continued nonchalantly. "It's so cool. Colin, pull your bathing suit down."

"What?! No." He said indignantly. "I'm not gonna do that."

"Come on, just do it. Don't make things difficult." Emily was smiling at him knowingly.

"No way," he said firmly.

"Okay, then we'll do it the hard way," Emily said, laughing. Suddenly she lunged at him, pulling at the bottom of his swim trunks. He was caught off guard, and she managed to yank one side of them down to just below his hip before he started resisting. They struggled for a moment, Emily squatting down in front of him. "Alex, hold his arms!" she called out to me.

I came up behind him and held his arms behind his back, pressing my body into his in a big hug so that he couldn't escape. I saw him quickly glance back at me with a slight look of betrayal, but he was too focused on the struggle with Emily-- which he was now losing-- to pay me too much mind. My skin pressing against his back, and my arms feeling the front of his bare torso, felt really good, and I couldn't help becoming a little turned on. I started to subtly rub my crotch-- covered only by the extremely thin fabric of my bikini bottom-- against his butt, hoping no one would notice in all the commotion.

With me restraining Colin, Emily made fairly quick work of his bottoms, and soon she had pulled them down to his knees, exposing his genitals and causing the girls in the circle to cheer. With his legs kicking in wild desperation, she got his trunks all the way off, and handed them to one of her friends, who quickly ran inside to hide them somewhere in the house.

Since he hadn't been wearing a shirt, he was now standing completely naked, and blushing profusely about it. Some of the other guests-- girls and guys both-- looked over at the commotion and laughed, but otherwise seemed unfazed. I got the sense that this kind of thing wasn't especially uncommon in Emily's orbit.

The girls standing in front of him all had their gazes locked on his crotch. Some of them were laughing, some of them widened their eyes in shock or, I thought, perhaps in arousal. I was still standing behind him, so I circled around to take in the view.

It was not disappointing. I had been looking at his firm stomach and chest all day, and I was already well acquainted with his babymakers, but now for the first time I got to see that, as suspected, he also had a really beautiful penis. Plus, just getting to look at all of him at once, in all his nakedness-- his long, taut body, his tempting package... yum. It was so sexy. I had already wanted to sleep with him, and now the desire was becoming nearly unbearable.

"You see what I mean?" Emily asked the other girls. "Just look at him!" There was a chorus of delighted agreement. Colin covered himself with his hands. "Hey, none of that," Emily said, giving his face a very gentle slap and making a 'tsk-tsk' sound. "Come on, let us look." Colin, gulping, removed his hands.

"Gee, you're right Em," one of the girls said, her eyes glued to Colin's private parts. "None of the boys I've seen have nads like this."

"Right?" Emily agreed eagerly. "It's crazy. And it must be so weird for him. Like, for example--"

Without any warning, she reached down and slapped his scrotum. He yelped in surprise and bent at the waste, soon sinking down to one knee, cupping his balls. The girls all laughed; even though I felt like I should be on his side, I couldn't help but giggle too.

"--it makes them so easy to hit," Emily said. "You couldn't miss them if you tried!" This made the girls laugh even harder.

Colin was now resting on his knees but sitting up straight, his hands on his thighs, looking at the ground. One of the girls picked up a heavy rubber lacrosse ball that happened to be lying in the yard. She threw it into the ground directly in front of Colin, where it bounced off the concrete patio and ricocheted with surprising speed directly into his suspended balls.

"Ohhhhhh," he cried, collapsing back onto the ground. "Ohh oh oh, ohhh no. Oh my god." His voice was hoarse and choked, he was bent as far over at the waste as he could go, clutching his big nuts.

The girls burst into renewed laughter, myself included if I'm being honest. I felt a little bad for him, but I couldn't help the fact that it was extremely funny. The girl who threw the ball had a shocked expression on her face.

"Oh my God! That was just supposed to be a joke!" She said defensively. "Because you said you couldn't miss if you tried. I was just going to throw it and say 'see, I missed.' I had no idea it was actually going to get him in his special spot. Geez. Sorry, Em."

Emily wiped away tears from her laughter. "Oh, it's fine," she said, still giggling. "You don't have to apologize. You made my point! Colin, if you were any other boy, that probably would have missed!" she said to his crumpled form. I didn't think that was actually true-- the ball had smashed into the dead center of his ballsack, meaning I think no matter what size a guy's balls were, they would have been completely wrecked by the throw. Maybe because Colin's were so big, it hut him more? I have no idea. Either way, Emily's comment made the girls laugh harder still.

The conversation continued casually as Colin lay on the ground in the fetal position, moaning softly. After a while, he managed to slowly get to his feet, holding his balls in one hand.

"Emily, can I have my bathing suite back?" He asked timidly.

"Mmmmm, nope!" she said brightly, smiling at him. "It's too much fun for you to be naked!"

"Come on Em," he pleaded. "I'm, you know--" he glanced over at me nervously. "I'm on a date."

"Oh, don't be so immature," she said, rolling her eyes. "We're all having so much fun with this. We've already gotten a great look at you, covering up now isn't going to change that!"

I brought my lips up to his ear and whispered so that only he could hear me. "It's okay-- I don't mind," I cooed. "In fact, I like it." He blushed a deep red, but he stopped complaining.

At first it was obvious he was very embarrassed, and kept trying to cover himself with his hands, but after some time had passed it seemed like he had stopped thinking about it so much. I was having a great time, and I think that once he let himself relax a bit, Colin was too.

He had split off to talk to some of his guy friends who were at the party, and from across the patio I saw Emily and a girl named Julie whispering to each other and giggling. I walked up to them and they turned to look at me with big smiles on their faces.

"What's up?" I asked.

"We're gonna play a prank on Colin!" Julie said excitedly. "Oh my God, it's going to be so funny."

Their delight was infectious, and I smiled back at them, trying to imagine what they had in mind.

"What are you gonna do?" I asked, lowering my voice.

"Oh, we wouldn't want to spoil it for you," Emily said mischievously. "Just enjoy the show."

Julie picked up a beach ball and walked over to a long flat pool chair right behind where Colin was standing. She squatted down and wedged the beach ball far underneath the chair.

"Hey Colin?" She called out sweetly. "Our ball got stuck under this chair. Do you think you could help us out? I can't get to it."

Colin turned around. "Oh," he said, looking back and forth between Julie and the ball. "Sure, yeah, let me try."

He got down on his hands and knees, ducking his head underneath the chair. In this position, his butt was facing out and thrust up into the air, and his big balls were perfectly visible, hanging vulnerably right beneath his butt. He tried to pull out the beach ball, but Julie had made sure it was stuck tightly underneath the chair.

"Boy, it's really stuck," he called out. He shifted himself underneath the chair, thrusting his butt even further into the air behind him.

Emily had picked up a damp towel, and she calmly walked over to stand behind Colin. She twisted the towel in a circular motion through the air, so that it became a long, heavy whip, and looked down at Colin's balls. They were completely accessible, hanging placidly in the air behind him, protruding slightly from the rest of his body, making an easy and obvious target. Emily, in no rush-- it seemed like she was savoring the moment-- looked around and grinned at Julie and a number of other girls who had stopped what they were doing to watch. With unhurried movements, she brought her arm back, letting the towel extend to its full length, held it there for a moment, and then, lightning-fast, shot it forward like the whip that it was, so that the end connected, at an astonishing speed, with Colin's naked, unprotected balls.

The towel made a shockingly loud sound as it snapped into Colin's sack. His whole body jolted on the impact, and he gasped loudly, instantly crumpling to the ground.

"Bam! Right in the testicles!" Emily called out gleefully, cracking herself up. Most of the girls at the party were laughing hysterically, many of them doubled over with tears in their eyes. Some of the guys winced or chuckled nervously; I could tell that they were all thinking the same thing: that inside each of their swimsuits, there was a pair of balls that could be hit just as easily as Colin's had, and they would really, really prefer if that didn't happen.

Colin was sprawled on the ground in agony. "Ohhhh," he whimpered, his voice hoarse with tears. "Ohhh my God. Fuck. Ohh, no. No. fuck." Even though I felt a tiny bit guilty about it (just because he was my date; if he was some other guy at the party, I wouldn't have felt guilty at all) I was laughing so hard that I could barely catch my breath. I could tell that Emily had gotten his balls really good. The prank had been a huge success. There was something so satisfying about watching it play out in real time: how funny it was that he was walking around naked to begin with; how silly he looked on his hands and knees underneath the chair; how trustingly, or thoughtlessly, or both, he had left his ultra-vulnerable part completely exposed, making it so easy to get him so good; how casually Emily had taken her sweet time, how confident she was that she would get him, how her calm execution had drawn attention to the fact that everyone there could see exactly what was about to happen-- everyone except Colin; and how surprised he was when the heavy towel finally struck his sensitive testes, how quickly he had gone from focusing on the beach ball to wishing beyond all wishing that the pain would go away, which we all knew it wouldn't for a long time, and how easy it had been for Emily to do that to him. God, it was hilarious. I still start laughing when I think about it, even now.

Colin was on the ground a long time, during which Emily and a number of other girls stayed close by, watching him; they were clearly enjoying the aftermath, giggling anew at every moan or cry. Eventually, he was able to sit up onto his knees and raise his head, his face still twisted in miserable pain.

"Oh my God," he said, his voice slightly higher pitched than normal. "Emily, why did you have to do that? That hurt really, really badly."

Emily laughed. "Oh, it was worth it! I haven't laughed that hard in as long as I can remember."

"But couldn't you have just hit my butt or something? That still would have hurt, with how hard you whipped the towel."

Emily rolled her eyes. "That wouldn't have been nearly as funny." There was a note of exasperation in her voice, like he was being annoyingly dense. "I mean, what do you expect? When you walk around with your balls out all day, it makes them such an inviting target. You were kind of asking for it."

"Ohh, they still ache a lot," he said in a low voice, rubbing his nads with one hand.

"Tell you what," Emily said, "why don't you go lie down on one of the beach chairs back around at the other side of the pool house, so that you can tend to your boys in peace." She was smirking, and there was a bit of condescension in her voice.

I walked over to the long flat beach chairs with him and helped him lie down, rubbing my hand over his chest as I did so. I had enjoyed seeing him get his sack whipped just as much as all the other girls there, but it didn't cancel out my other feelings. In particular, I felt a thrill to be on a date with a guy I thought was really hot, and having him paraded around in the nude for everyone to see was strangely erotic. I was becoming more and more determined to have him in bed, sooner or later. I told him I'd come back to check on him, and returned to the party.

I left him there for a while, and at some point it occurred to me that it was weird he hadn't come back yet, since he must have recovered in that interval. I went back behind the pool house to look for him, and he was still lying flat on the beach chair, but he had turned over onto his stomach. When he heard me coming, he looked over his shoulder and called out to me, a hint of desperation in his voice.

"Alex!" he said in a loud whisper. "I need help. I'm stuck."

"What do you mean stuck?" I asked, coming over to him.

"I mean I'm, uh... stuck."

I glanced at the chair, and then squatted down to get a better look. The surface of the chair was made of consecutive plastic slats with thin spaces in between. Somehow, his balls had slipped through one of the gaps between the plastic bars, and it was evident that he couldn't pull them back out. Obviously, I started laughing. This boy was having quite the day.

"What should I do?" he asked, looking up at me with big, innocent eyes.

"This is quite the predicament you're in," I told him with a smile. His balls were hanging freely from the chair, but separated from his body by the slats. It reminded me of seeing him-- or, his babymakers anyway-- in Emily's show. The parallel was kind of uncanny; it was just like his balls were hanging from a very low ceiling, except this time I could see the whole rest of him too.

"Quite the predicament indeed," I continued. "These really could not be more exposed." I reached underneath the chair and softly stroked his big balls with my fingers.

"Oh. That feels good," he said reflexively, some color coming quickly into his face.

"Yeah," I agreed. "It's nice to touch you here." Fondling him was turning me on. "But it could get not so nice for you very quickly, couldn't it?" I brought my hand back and gave him a firm little sack-tap.

"Oh!" he cried in surprise. He moved his hands to try to cover his nuts, but he couldn't reach them. Watching him squirm made me laugh again.

"Wow, that's perfect, isn't it?" I asked, giggling. "You can't even reach them with your hands. But I can definitely reach them with my hands." I smacked him again, a bit harder than the first one.

"Ohhh," he groaned, still surprised to find that he wasn't able to cover himself. "Alex, getting hit there hurts a lot," he said seriously.

I laughed at his earnestness. "Yeah, I've heard about that," I said through a smile. With an open palm, I slapped the bottoms of his balls very hard, a loud stinging sound echoing off the concrete patio.

"Eeeee!" He yelped. "Oh oh oh oh oh."

It was impossible not to laugh. "Oh my God," I said, "this is so much fun. It's just like Emily's show-- except now I get to see your reactions, which is the best part!"

He quickly looked up at me, his eyes widened in shock. "You knew that was me?"

I had sort of forgotten I was keeping that a secret, but it seemed pretty irrelevant at this point. "Oh Colin," I said. I took his balls in my fingers, holding them gently, and kissed him softly on the cheek. "It's touching that you didn't think I'd have put that together. You're really a big sweetie."

"Are you going to keep hitting me down there?" He asked in a surprisingly neutral voice.

"Probably for a bit. But then I'll go get help." I smiled at him, softly stroking his scrotum. "I mean, just think of it from my perspective. Your balls are so vulnerable right now," I told him, giving him a gentle squeeze for emphasis. "And it's so funny to watch you react when I hit them. We're just horsing around, it's all in good fun. So I'll just give you a few more good whacks and then we'll figure out how to get you out of here. Okay?"

He looked extremely ambivalent. "Well, it's just that, I mean--"

I interrupted him with a hard smack to his testicles.

"Ohhhhhh," he moaned. "That one got them really good." His voice was hoarse and breathless.

"Really?" I said excitedly. I smacked them again, trying to replicate the exact same motion.

"Ohhh my balls," he groaned miserably. The look on his face was so funny; racking him at Emily's shows was so much fun, but you definitely missed something by not being able to watch him react after you hit his nads.

I stood up. Colin breathed out; he may have thought I was done, and was going to work on freeing him. But instead, I moved my leg underneath the chair, and rubbed my bare foot against his sack, kneading his balls a bit with my toes.

"One thing that was definitely missing from Emily's show is that there was no way to kick you," I told him. "But that's certainly not the case right now." I kept rubbing my foot against him tauntingly. I pictured what was about to happen in my mind and started giggling, before I had even done anything. "I suppose this is probably going to hurt pretty badly," I told him with a smirk. He didn't say anything; I think he had his eyes closed.

I brought my leg back and gave a good hard kick to his big nuts. I could really feel my bare foot connecting with his balls super solidly; the initial impact, soft and yielding on the top of my foot, the satisfying 'splat' sound of skin-on-skin contact, and then his testes rattling around as I followed-through, desperate to escape the path of my foot but with nowhere to go. It felt like ringing a bell.

Colin's eyes bulged out when my foot made contact.

"Ohhhh," he moaned in agony, gasping for breath. "Ohhh, Alex, it hurts so much. Oh my God. Oh Oh Oh." I was cracking up, trying hard to keep my eyes open so that I could watch him squirming, which wasn't easy since I was laughing so hard.

After some time I regained my composure. I leaned back down and rubbed my hand across his back. He was whimpering quietly, in the awkward (and, undeniably, pretty hilarious) position of having such achey testicles but being totally unable to curl up or tend to them in any way. I supposed he must have been used to that from Emily's exhibit, though.

"It's all right," I cooed softly in his ear, grazing my fingers over his smooth back. "You're a good boy. Sometimes your boy parts get hit; that's just part of being a guy. I'm gonna go get Emily, and we'll figure out how to get you out of here."

He breathed out in relief. "Thanks Alex," he said, his face still slightly twisted in pain. "I really appreciate it."

I went back over to the pool area and found Emily. She looked at me incredulously as I explained the situation, and then her and a number of other girls followed me back over to where Colin was lying behind the pool house.

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed when she saw him. "I thought for sure you were kidding." She leaned down to look under the chair. "I can't believe it. His balls are actually stuck." She gave them a little slap and he sucked in some breath in discomfort.

"You know what I just realized Colin?" She said excitedly. "This is just like when you volunteer for my shows, except instead of looking up at your nads, we're looking down at them!"

Colin shot her an outraged glance. "Emily!" He said angrily. "You promised you wouldn't tell anyone that was me!"

"Oh. Whoops," Emily said, shrugging her shoulders. "My bad." Some of the other girls, who had been to Emily's show and had almost certainly given Colin's ballsack a good working over without knowing it was him, smiled knowingly at each other and giggled.

"Ugh, I guess it's fine," Colin said unhappily.

"All right, well, it seems like you're stuck well and good," Emily observed. "What should we do about this?" One of the other girls leaned over and whispered something that I couldn't hear into her ear. Emily's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth with one hand to stop herself from laughing. "Oh my God, that's so bad!" she said excitedly. "Do you dare me?" The other girl nodded.

Emily looked around at her friends, grinning widely, and, very matter-of-factly, took one step forward with her left leg and then absolutely launched her right foot underneath the chair, directly into Colin's soft, sensitive babymakers. Her foot made a super audible smacking sound on impact. He was caught completely off guard.

"Aaaooohhhh," he cried in an anguished groan that was somehow low-pitched and high-pitched at the same time.

I gasped slightly at the kick. Don't get me wrong; I had kicked him hard-- my foot had really slammed into his sack. But Emily's kick was way harder than mine. It must have been the hardest she could kick; it was a bit terrifying to imagine she might be able to kick harder. It was clear that she had devastated him.

"Ohhhhh no no no no no; oh my God. Please. Oh no. Ughhhh," he cried miserably. Emily and her friends couldn't contain their laughter; several of them had fallen to the ground clutching their sides.

"Oh God that was funny," Emily said, wiping tears from her eyes. "Sorry Col. Megan dared me to. That must have hurt so much for you. But a dare's a dare! And even you have to admit it's pretty funny that I got you so good."

Colin did not seem compelled to admit any such thing; it wasn't even clear he was listening to what was being said. He needed a long time to recover, and while he did the rest of us sat around talking casually, mostly about Emily's show, which we had all been to at least once.

Eventually he felt okay enough for us to try getting him out; but we weren't exactly sure how to go about it. Emily tried squeezing his balls together really hard, and forcing them out through the gap. She kept at it for a good five or six minutes, but it didn't work. All it did was make Colin squeal. A few other girls tried some various other techniques. The only thing any of it achieved was making his face scrunch up in pain. (If you think about it, anything we could try to get him out would almost by definition hurt his balls).

After a lot of trying, we finally figured it out. One of the girls went into the house and got a bottle of olive oil. She came back and lathered it all over his ballsack, working her hands firmly in all directions. She was the shortest girl there, and her hands looked comically small on Colin's big balls.

With her hands continuing to work on him, he was able to slowly pull himself out of the chair, grimacing with discomfort the whole time. Everyone cheered. He stood up shakily; despite himself, he must have enjoyed having his parts lathered up, because his cock had become rock hard. He blushed a deep crimson and tried to hide it in his hands, but it was impossible. The girls whistled and made suggestive comments. My eyes were glued to his cock, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Without getting too graphic, suffice it to say that I liked what I saw, and had some ideas about what I'd like to do with it.

The rest of the party was relatively uneventful. Emily gave Colin his swimsuit back-- "For your own safety," she said, rolling her eyes-- and we enjoyed ourselves the way normal college kids do. As it grew late, I thanked Emily for such an amazing time, and Colin and I walked out together.

He had a lot of nervous energy, and I could tell he was trying to work up the nerve to say something. Finally he managed to find his tongue.

"Well, geez, I'm sorry Alex. I guess I kind of blew it tonight. But I do really like you, and maybe sometime you could give me another chance. I mean, I totally understand if--"

"Do you want to come home with me?" I cut him off, staring right into his eyes. He looked taken aback.

"Oh. Um. You mean, right now?"

"Yes," I said flatly.

"Oh, well, I mean, it's pretty late. What would we do? I wouldn't want to bother you when you're probably trying to go to bed. Maybe it would be better--"

"Colin, I want to have sex with you," I told him point-blank, looking right into his face.

His eyes widened. "Oh. Now? Tonight?" He asked sheepishly.

"Yes," I said.

"Oh, okay. Uh. Yeah, I'd like that." He smiled nervously.

I smiled too. I reached down and gave his package a little squeeze through his trunks, causing him to suck in some air in surprise. Then I took his hand and led him back to my place. I was already super turned-on thinking about what I had seen all day, and I was bursting at the seams to get this boy into my bed, all alone, where I could have my hands all over him, where I could do whatever I wanted to him, and all the sounds he made-- moaning, groaning, cries of ecstasy or anguish, and everything in between-- would be for my ears alone, and I would be completely in control.

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Part 4

By  PressureWave314 (a different author)

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The weeks passed and Colin still pinched himself wondering how he landed Alex as his girlfriend. The sex was great, despite the repeated rough treatment she subjected to his large balls. If he were to be totally honest with himself, he loved that she loved hurting him there, even though the pain was real and never seemed to lessen no matter how many times she punched, kicked or squeezed them.

As the semester’s end approached, Colin hadn’t seen much of Emily until one day she approached him at the college’s commons where he had his head buried in his laptop. She plopped down on the seat across from him, startling him from his laser focus. Removing his ear buds, he said “Oh, hi there!”

“Hey Colin. So how’s it going with Alex?”

Colin blushed a bit since he originally crushed on her.

“All good,” he managed.

Emily smiled. She knew because she hung out with Alex quite a bit. She also knew that Colin continued to receive regular ball beatings.

“Listen, my final project is coming up and I need your help again,” Emily said.

Colin’s mind instantly replayed those times just a few weeks ago when he participated as her live model in her exhibit. His balls paid a heavy price, as did his ego when several girls recognized him the second time. He said nothing in response as his mouth went a bit dry.

Emily reveled in his discomfort, let the smallest of smiles start to form before she recalled it.

“My friend Ginger from Sosh also has a final project due and we’ve been talking and decided to create a combined project. Both of our professors agreed to it and we need your help.”

“But…”

Emily immediately cut him off and continued. “You were so great last time and we both thought you did such an amazing job.”

“Both?” Colin silently thought to himself, with a curious look across his face.

“Yes, Ginger was at the second showing and I told her it was you on display.”

Colin blushed beet red again.

“It’s okay Colin. She won’t tell anyone. In fact, she didn’t even touch you. She looked your testicles over and walked out of the room.”

Colin felt so exposed at the open table with Emily talking so freely about his body.

“So anyway, me and Ginger have decided to create a final project that combines art and sociology. You’ll be in the same room we used before but this time you’ll be standing inside a clear plexiglas box with only your testicles accessible to visitors.”

“But…” he tried again.

Again, Emily cut him off. “This time visitors will see your whole body, inaccessible except for your testicles, and Ginger’s portion of the project will assess what people do. When you were on display for me, you were anonymous and maybe more people felt at liberty to do what they wanted with your testicles. But now that they will see all of you, will they be less likely to even touch you, much less do anything else?”

“But Emily…” he tried yet again.

This time she let him speak.

“But Emily, I can’t do that. Like, I want to help you, but I can’t be totally visible to everyone. They’ll recognize me and I will recognize them.”

“Oh, silly me. I forgot to say you’ll be blindfolded so you won’t be able to see any of them and most shouldn’t recognize you at all. Our project requires that you be as exposed as possible without you being able to see anyone. Our guests cannot fear recognition if they do decide to touch your testicles.”

“I .. I … can’t do that. I’m so sorry.”

“Listen Colin. Ginger and I have been the last two weeks working this out. We both got approval, I got the space lined up and we’ve both started advertising it. Our whole grade depends on this!”

“But .. how could you do this without asking me first?”

“Cause we didn’t know if we could even make it work. Listen, it’ll be fine. You did so good the last few times and you’ll do great again. Plus, I talked it over with Alex and she’s totally cool with it.”

“You did what?!?”

“Yeah, she’s been super supportive. She’ll also shave you smooth first so none of your pubes get stuck on the box. We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself by one snagging and ripping out.”

Colin couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Alex knew all about this and said nothing?

“She’s also been steadily conditioning your testicles to take more abuse, just in case one of the guests decides to actually hurt them.”

“Da fuq?!” he mumbled to himself.

“I.. I..” he was a complete lost for words.

“Good, it’s going to be so great working with you again. See you next week!” with that Emily shot up from the seat and walked away, leaving Colin speechless.

Later when he saw Alex, he had this look of anger, surprise and curiosity on his face. She already knew.

“It’s okay babe. Me and Emily agreed it would be better if you didn’t think about it too much. Plus, you know you’ll be perfect for this.”

It took Colin a few days but he eventually came around, trying to pry details out of Alex since he didn’t run into Emily again. Alex shared no details except to continue to encourage and support her boyfriend.

The project was to take place Sunday evening before final exam week so on Saturday night Alex shaved Colin’s body below his neck completely smooth. He thought she was just going to shave his crotch, but Alex lathered up and shaved everywhere. He didn’t have much body hair to begin with, but it felt weird after running his hands along his now smooth legs. Sunday arrived and Alex joined Colin at the familiar gallery where this would take place. Once inside, they saw Emily and Ginger putting the finishing touches on everything. It was 3 p.m. and the exhibit would open at 4 p.m. and stay open for 3 hours.

The large square room was covered in white walls, with little divots where art pieces once hung. In the exact center of the room stood a plexiglas box that was about 2’ wide by 1” deep and 8’ tall. It looked just big enough to hold Colin’s body inside. He walked around it realizing just how confining it would be. He touched the surfaces, impressed with how thick and sturdy the clear plexiglas walls were. On the backside were 3 hinges holding a full upright plexiglas wall/door.

In the front was a 1” hole about halfway up, with a black rubber gasket along the circumference. The opening looked smaller than before. There was no top to the box. He did also notice clear plastic restraints bolted to the top sides and bottoms of the box. He presumed those would secure his feet and wrists. The top restraints were almost 7’ high, meaning his hands would be extended up.”

As Colin continued to explore, Emily said “This is Ginger.”

Ginger was a cute brunette who extended her hand to Colin, who shook it. “You have no idea what this means to me. Thank you so much for helping.”

Colin shyly replied “You’re welcome.”

“We call it the monolith,” Ginger added.

Colin was a bit of a movie nerd and got the reference. Aside from being clear, it did kind of look like the famed monolith.

“So,” Emily started, “This is it! We’re super excited to get started. In a few minutes we’ll put you inside, pull your testicles through, blindfold you and let guests in. All they’ve been told is this is a continuation of the art exhibit from earlier in the semester. Nothing more.”

Colin took a deep breath.

“We have no idea how many guests will show up, but the more the better for Ginger’s research. We’ll be watching from another room via that camera there,” pointing to a small white-painted lipstick camera he hadn’t seen attached to a ceiling tile, pointing down at a 45 degree angle. It’s unlikely anyone would notice it.

“Yeah, so I’ll be taking notes on guest numbers, reactions, actions, their demeanor, and so on.” Our guests have to be the only ones in the room since our presence would surely impact what they do and how they behave. They have to have the freedom to act as naturally as possible.”

“What .. what if someone recognizes me?” Colin asked sheepishly.

“Well, it’s not super likely but if they do, and you hear that they recognize you, you do nothing; you say nothing; you don’t react at all. Your actions cannot impact what they do, or don’t do. It’s important I document how someone who recognizes you treats you. It’s also important that they not think you recognize them. They are anonymous to you and should remain that way, which is why you’re getting a double blindfold.”

Emily nodded her head in support of Alex’s statements.

“Remember, just like the last times, you have to remain still, make no noises. Got it?” emphasized Emily

Colin was acutely aware of what happened the last time he made noises. Emily beat his balls VERY hard. He was eager to avoid that.

“Emily told me what happened before,” Ginger continued “and if guests do decide to abuse your … you know” pointing to Colin’s chino shorts-covered crotch, “it’s important that you offer no resistance, discouragement, grunting or anything else that might distract from their natural tendencies. Let me repeat – you … cannot … influence … their … actions. Got it?”

Colin nodded.

“Good. Now there’s one last part of this project,” Ginger continued. “There’s a room before this room that’s wrapped in sound dampening material so they can’t hear what’s happening in here. In that room is a TV on the wall and we’ll randomly switch between one group seeing images and video clips of puppies, kittens, sunsets, gentle falling snow and so on; and other groups seeing images and video clips of guys beating and kicking dogs, guys grabbing women by the throat and thrown them down, guys yelling at referees from the stands. You get the idea.”

“The idea is to see if preconditioning will impact how they see you as an object and if those images will impact how they interact with you.”

Colin deeply inhaled and slowly exhaled again.

Ginger finished “You won’t know what they see, nor should you know, as it may subtly impact your slight movements. Speaking of that, the box was built to your size so hopefully you won’t be able to move at all once inside.”

“Ok, let’s get started,” Emily said. “Take off your clothes.”

Despite all of them seeing him mostly naked before, it was still super awkward to strip in front of them. But he did and Alex took his clothes out of the room. His eyes followed his clothes leaving until he lost sight of them. Alex didn’t return for some time while the other ladies admired and commented on his smooth body.

“She did a super good job,” said Emily. This was the first time Ginger saw his entire naked body and added “Yeah, it really looks great.”

“Ok, only 15 minutes to show time. Need to pee?”

Colin shook his head no. “Ok, get in then,” Emily said as she opened the back plexiglas door. Colin approached, seeing a plywood base that extended out about 6” beyond the dimensions of the box. It was firmly secured to the gallery floor.

Ginger was right, it was a tight fit. His nose and chest touched the front surface; his arms touched the sides and his feet touched the fronts, sides and bottom. Emily secured his left and right ankles into the restraints, placing thick padlocks to each one. His legs were now a little over 2’ apart.

“Now, push your testicles through, then we’ll secure your arms in place,” Emily added.

As before, Colin knew he couldn’t shove both large balls through and he wasn’t sure how he’d even get one through the small opening. He started with his right nut by pushing it against the grommet-ringed hole. He grunted in pain as the nut at first wouldn't make it through. But with persistence and encouragement from the ladies, it popped through, yielding a gasp of relief from Colin. He worked next on his left testicle, which proved troublesome since so much of the small hole was filled with skin and flesh. It took several hard pushes and louder grunts, but it too popped through.

He was already lightly sweating under his arms, which he noticed just as Ginger and Alex stood on stools, raised his arms above his head to secure his wrists in place. Both ladies had to pull on each arms to get it to reach the respective restraint. This caused Colin to gasp a bit. Ginger and Alex succeeded in securing and padlocking his wrists in place, offering no chance of escape. The pull of the restraints caused Colin’s chest and abdomen to tighten, prominently displaying his ribs and sunken abdomen. He was already slim and this position accentuated how skinny he now looked, a stark contrast to his large testicles.

Alex got the task of standing behind her boyfriend and first securing a black blindfold around his eyes and second placing a large black sleeping mask over that.

“Can you see anything?” she quietly asked to his left ear.

Colin shook his head no. Alex smiled and walked back while Emily closed the clear, thick plexiglas back door, locking 3 more padlocks to 3 hasps along the 8’ tall span. Plexiglas walls pressed on both his chest and back. They did a good job measuring the box so he couldn’t move once inside. The girls stood back admiring their work.

“Wow, it worked just like we planned!” exclaimed Emily proudly.

“Sure did,” added Alex.

Ginger was all smiles.

Emily quickly stopped, adding “Wait, one more thing.” She walked up, grasped Colin’s testicles and pulled as much as she could. Colin grunted as pain instantly radiated through his abdomen.

“There, that’s better. They’re more accessible now,” noted Emily as his large testicles now hung lower against the front plexiglas wall.

“Oh, and this,” Emily punched Colin hard in the balls, “is a reminder to stay silent!” Colin let out a “ahhhhhhh!” before biting his lip.

“See, girls, he just doesn’t get it.” Emily said.

“Let me try,” added Alex, his girlfriend.

Fidgeting inside the box, unable to move at all, Alex came up, reared back sneaker-clad her left and sent it crashing into his very exposed testicles.

Colin started to yell out, but found the inner strength to grit his teeth in absolute agony.

“Did you hear something?” asked Emily to Alex.

“I think so.”

Again, Alex slammed her foot into Colin’s dangling balls.

Colin desperately tried to recoil his balls but the solid construction of the plexiglas box proved too formidable for Colin to overcome. Somehow Colin managed to swallow the pain coursing through his body, letting nothing escape his lips. The ladies smiled as Colin suffered. Every heavy breath left fog in front of his nose and mouth (much as they expected), but to their relief, the fog dissipated in less than a second, testament to the steady circulation of warm, dry air in the room.

“Before we let guests in,” Emily said, I want you to know that they’re placing some implements along the wall, which the guests may or may not choose to use.

Colin barely heard or comprehended what Emily said.

Colin calmed down a bit before he heard the 3 girls exit and he was alone, recovering from the punch and kick he just endured. No amount of increased ball abuse in the past few weeks made those attacks any easier to bear. He just hoped it wouldn’t be too bad tonight.

In the company of only his breathing, the seconds and minutes ticked by until Colin heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps and quiet chatter from female voices. He was no longer alone and tensed up as best he could.

“Oh shit. He’s naked!” one girl said.

“Look at that! He’s shaved!” said another female voice. Colin could intuitively sense the unknown girl was pointing at his balls. The voices approached. His breathing hastened. He never felt so exposed.

“Do you recognize him?,” said a third voice

“Huh uh” mumbled the other two.

“Think I can touch it?” asked one.

The other two giggled.

Then he felt a finger touch his moist, slightly swollen left testicle. He flinched a bit.

Then another finger and then several fingers.

Then a hand fully enveloping both balls.

“They’re so big and heavy” said one girl.

“I know! So much bigger than Jeff’s” followed by more giggling.

Colin sensed each of the three girls fully grasped and manipulated his nuts.

As new girls entered, these first three left.

Their demeanor was clearly different. Their mumbling was louder, more aggressive.

In no time, quite a few female voices were right in front of him.

They whispered to each other, no giggling this time. Then a sudden point of pain impacted his right ball as he winced but kept from crying out. He couldn’t tell at the time but one of them flicked his testicle. More whispering followed by a slap to his balls. He just about grunted out, but held it in. He knew how important it was to stay silent.

Seeing nearly no reaction from Colin, his balls were then impacted by a light punch. Again no discernable outward sign. This was good because it instilled confidence in the guests that they wouldn’t get in trouble or there wouldn’t be any consequences on them if they continued. Then another much harder punch smacked his large balls. Colin couldn’t help but grunt a bit, but not enough to result in them quitting.

Then another hard punch, then another. It took every bit of will Colin had to keep from unleashing the unholy scream he needed to let escape.

Then a pause followed by “Hey, look at that,” from one of them. Colin barely noticed as his body tried to cope with the vicious punches it just endured to its most sensitive parts. As he panted short breaths onto the plexiglas, there was a pause in anything happening to him, but the voices remained.

Then a couple seconds of silence followed by a thunderous “SMAAAAAAACK!” to his balls with something much harder than a fist!

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Colin screamed aloud.

That snapped the female guests out of their actions and they ran out of the room.

Their exit was quickly followed by the entrance of Alex, Ginger and Emily who started screaming at Colin.

“We told you to keep your mouth shut!”

“SMMMMMAAAAACCCCKKK!” even harder on both nuts

“Ahhhhhhhhh!”

“Again,” yelled Emily.

“SMAAAAAACCCCKKKKKK!” with something clearly wooden.

“Nooooooo!” yelled Colin.

“Again,” encouraged Emily.

“SMAAAAAAACCKKKKKKKK!” even harder yet by Alex, his girlfriend.

Colin blubbered crying in pain as his reddened face contorted as he willed his mouth to stay closed. Raw, nauseating pain radiated from his balls, through his abdomen and throughout his body. He couldn’t instinctively lean over to protect his wounded nuts. Hell, he couldn’t even lower his hands. His entirely stretched out body offered no ability to comfort his terror.

The ladies stood back, invisible to him, as his naked, sweating body screeched along the inner surface of the plexiglas box.

“That’s better,” said Alex

“That was just the second set of visitors and you already fucked up.” lectured Emily.

“There’s tons more ladies waiting and you will learn self control,” she continued. “I wasn’t going to tell you, but they decided to use a ping pong paddle on you. That’s also what Alex hit you with. We set it out to see if guests would be tempted to use any of them on you. It’s part of the research. They did, you screamed, and they ran out, ruining that bit of data collection.”

“There’s several other things laid out here also and who knows what, if any, guests will choose to use on you. But you WILL keep steady and quiet or we’ll come in here after each one and severely punish your testicles, harder and harder until you stop ruining this project. Got it?” Emily firmly exclaimed.

Colin then felt a hand around his extremely sore nuts. He sucked his breath in.

“I said, GOT IT?” Emily reinforced.

“Yes .. yes,” Colin eked out in between sobs.

“And no more crying either,” she added.

Colin willed himself to stop crying, sucked in his runny nose and suffered as their voices trailed away.

His balls throbbed so much but there was nothing he could do. He summoned all of his inner strength as the next guests entered. This group of unknown girls passed through without much incident, with only one set of fingers gingerly feeling up his large balls. That touch hurt a bit, but he easily endured it.

The next group walked in and something very different occurred as he heard whispering among at least four distinct female voices. He heard the voices get closer and the whispering continue. Then a little giggling followed by the unmistakable sound of a phone’s simulated camera shutter sound.

“Oh fuck,” he thought to himself. Someone took his picture.

Then another shutter sound, another and another. This time from different phones.

Then he heard one voice start talking “This is Colin. He’s on display for some art project and he’s totally naked as you can see.”

Colin’s heart nearly beat out of his chest. Was someone recording him?!? The voice continued. “And look at this. His balls are just hanging out here. And they’re totally red. Did someone hurt them Colin?”

Oh shit, oh shit. She was recording him and asking him a question. He knew he couldn’t react or answer so he just stood there, spread out and totally exposed to this person who clearly knew him but whose voice he didn’t recognize. This was so bad.

“Well, it looks like he isn’t answering, but it’s clear these are hanging out here for a reason. Based on the images and videos we just saw, it’s time to take some revenge on men and I guess you’re supposed to be the target of that revenge.”

Before Colin could process what was going on, he felt something crash into his balls. Unbeknownst to him, it was a shoe from one of the girls kicking him. Colin grunted and held in a scream.

KICK!

KICK!

Then something different.

SLAAAAAAM!

Something hard and plastic slammed into both balls.

To Colin’s credit, his entire being was focused on not reacting to the brutal assault on his tender, swollen nuts.

Seeing this lack of reaction seemed to embolden them.

The unknown female voice continued to narrate “Even as he’s beaten with a wiffle ball bat, barely any reaction. This is what he deserves after what we saw on those images and videos.”

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAM!

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAM!

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAM!

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAM!

Colin endured hit after hit from apparently a wiffle ball bat on his bruised, tender nuts.

Somehow, miraculously, his body just quivered, but nothing more. Make no mistake, he was now in the worst pain of his life, but he subconsciously knew it could be so much worse if he screamed, cried or yelled, as he so much wanted to do.

Eventually the ladies left. He felt the blindfold getting wet as it soaked his many tears. But it didn’t slip.

The next couple hours proceeded much the same way. Some groups simply talked, others touched his balls and others still pulled, pinched, squeezed, hit, slapped, punched, kneed, kicked and beat his rapidly reddening and swelling balls with the implements provided in the room.

No one else besides the one group seemed to recognize him. But that fear became the least of his concerned. His mind almost shut down by the obscene pain coursing throughout his body. It was simply too much to endure, but he had no choice. If he could just curl up into a ball and cradle his balls, everything would be better. Instead, he was spread out as much as humanly possible.

At some unknown point, he heard voices he recognized. It was Emily.

“You’ve done so well Colin. Ginger has gathered over 150 scientific observations and I have also written so many observations I'll use in my write-up. It’s getting close to the end of the time but there’s like 100 more people out here. Apparently word’s gotten out and they are all taking a study break and are here to relieve stress. I’m not gonna lie, they’re all here to relieve stress on your testicles.”

Alex continued “We’re going to let them in, but only if you agree. I know it’s super awkward and it’ll hurt, but think about how many people you’ll be helping.”

Colin was openly crying at this point.

Alex came up and cradled her boyfriend’s warm, dark red/purple and super swollen balls. Colin winced in pain. “I know it hurts babe. But they need this. Finals start tomorrow and they’re all super stressed. The dogs they brought in are cute but they’re not enough.”

“Well? You can speak now.” asked Alex, while letting his balls rest on the palm of her hand.

Struggling with crying, Colin simply said “I can’t.”

“Oh, but sure you can honey. It’s just a little more. Plus you’ve done super great so far and we’re all super proud of you, aren’t we girls?”

“Oh yeah, super proud.”

“Plus we just can’t turn those hundred people away. Please do this for them.”

Colin continued openly crying. His whole body was in such agony he could barely think straight. He could only imagine what his balls looked like, unable to see them through the well-tied blindfolds. He also desperately wanted to lower his arms. They had long ago lost feeling since being up in the air for so long. But through all his misery, he just didn’t know how to say no to Emily and Alex.

He blubbered out “I … can you ask them to take it easy at least?”

Colin couldn’t see the smiles creep across their collective faces.

“Oh honey, I don’t think so,” responded Alex, balls still in her hand. “They’re all super stressed about finals. If anything, they’ll probably be pretty rough on you.”

Colin just ugly cried now, snotting all over his face. He was defeated and knew it.

“Ok. Fine. It’s fine.” he let out.

Alex squeezed his balls while excitedly saying “Oh, thank you babe! I owe you one!” Colin winced.

As they were running out of the gallery room, Emily spoke up “Remember, no movements, yelling, noises or reactions of any kind!”

Mere moments later, a dozen or more college girls entered the gallery, immediately descending upon Colin’s prison monolith. One hand reached out, grabbed his balls and squeezed.

“Oh, they’re so tough!”

“Squeeze harder,” encouraged another.

And she did squeeze with all her might.

Colin was again desperate to scream out, but held it in.

She let go and someone punched his balls.

Another kicked them.

Then they were hit by a ping pong paddle, then the wiffle bat.

Someone else slammed a heavy textbook with all her might into them. Colin couldn’t help but let out a yelp at that one!

“Oh he felt that, girls!”

“Yeah, everyone take out your textbooks and use those!”

Colin couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Are you getting this?”

“Never stopped recording!”

Fuck! Not again.

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM! Came a heavy textbook onto his balls.

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!

Book after heavy book slammed into his balls, further traumatizing them. By now his balls must have taken hundreds of strikes. There was no escaping the terror flowing through his nerves. The pain was absolutely beyond anything he’d ever imagined or thought possible.

Once those girls left, others people entered. And then it happened.

“Bro…”

“Dude, he’s naked. It’s true.”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Those are guys’ voices. He wiggled his body as much as possible to try and escape his little plastic hell, but the restraints remained just as effective at keeping his naked body on full display and his balls fully accessible.

In moments the guys voices were right in front of him. “Damn bro, look at those.”

“Those are seriously fucked up.”

“How could he volunteer for this?”

“That’s some fucked up shit, bro”

One guy held his balls in his hand. Colin flinched but couldn’t recoil them.

“They’re so hot.” He moved them all around.

“Damn, look at all the bruises. Does it hurt bro?” the guy looked up at Colin’s blindfolded face. Colin didn’t respond.

The guy bore down on his balls with far more crushing strength than he felt so far.

It was everything Colin could do to keep from screaming at the top of his lungs.

“Yeah, it hurts. He’s just being brave.”

“Hey, look at this,” said one of the guys. What was he talking about, Colin wondered.

“You’ve sucked all season, bro.” the guys laughed.

“Oh yeah, well watch this,” Colin heard from a very nearby voice. God damn he was so exposed and scared.

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!

“Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!” Colin screamed as the wiffle ball bat slammed into his balls with a ferocious hit!

“Home fucking run!” yells one guy as everyone high-fives each other!

“Wait, wait, that was just a warm-up!” yells the batter.

Colin screamed non-stop.

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!

“Oh yeah!!!!” the boys chest bump each other.

“That was totally a grand slam! First one of the season, bro!”

“Did you at least get a good video that time?” asked one.

“Oh yeah, it was epic”

“I got a bunch of pics too!”

“Sweet, share them.”

“I sent them to everyone.”

“Awesome, thanks bro”

“Wait, I want one more go of it.” says the guy who’s obviously a baseball player for the college team.

“Nooooooooo!” screamed Colin, legs quivering, body fully sweating.

“Wasn’t he supposed to keep quiet?”

“Yeah, thought so.”

They ignored him as the batter lined up for one more swing. He focused on Colin’s super large balls, lined up the wiffle ball bat a couple times, reared back and:

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!

“Oh yeah!!!”

Colin’s knees failed, he slumped as far as his arms would allow (just a couple inches), but it was enough to keep his balls firmly outside the box as he now hung partially by his stretched balls and his secured wrists.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” Colin screamed and flopped about in unmitigated terror.

Colin passed out.

Some unknown time later, Colin’s eyes started to open. He was super disoriented, not sure where he was. He quickly figured out he was laying on a bed, it must be at his girlfriend’s apartment.

Ugggggh! The pain from his balls radiated straight throughout his body and he just lay there, unmoving. He was naked but didn’t care. He willed himself back to sleep. Later he awoke again to Emily and Alex looking down at him.

“It’s okay babe. You’re fine.”

Colin raised his head a bit to look down and see if his balls were still attached.

“They’re still there honey,” Alex assured.

“They’re just super swollen,” Emily added.

Alex patted Colin on the forehead and kissed him lightly.

“You did so good, babe. I’m so proud of you.”

Colin grunted and squeaked out “Thanks”

Colin managed to find the strength to take 3 final exams, all while in excruciating pain. But he did it and managed to pass the semester. Emily and Ginger thanked him before they went away for the summer and Alex stayed with him for the summer. Colin recovered in a couple weeks and they laid off doing anything sexual for quite a while.

Eventually Colin raised the subject Alex was hesitant to.

“We can talk about it if you want,” Colin said one night while they were curled up on a sofa watching TV.

“Ok” she said.

“I’m not mad or anything.”

“That’s good,” Alex said in a sight of relief.

“Wait, why were guys there?”

“Oh yeah, that was totally not planned. We were in the other room cleaning up and didn’t hear them coming in, you know, with all that sound proofing up.”

Colin didn’t react.

“I know you never wanted guys seeing you naked and hurting you like. We watched the video later and, yeah.” She looked at his balls “I gotta imagine that hurt so bad.”

Colin chuckled “You have no idea.”

“But was it worth it?”

Colin thought about his response, then clutched Alex tight in his arms “Yea, I guess it was. It made you and Emily happy didn’t it?”

“Oh, totally, like, you can’t imagine.”

“Who were the girls who recognized me?” he suddenly remembered.

“Honestly we don’t know. They must be someone in one of your classes.”

Colin sighed.

“Well ok then. But those videos and pics totally went viral.”

“Yeah, they kinda did. We weren’t going to interfere with the research, and now you’re kinda famous.”

Colin blushed “Never thought that’d happen, certainly not like that!”

“You have no idea how many people have reached out to me and Emily.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, a ton of creeps, but plenty of real people who were so inspired by what you did for us. Those pics and videos encouraged them to start beating and kicking their boyfriends’ balls.”

“Uh, is that a good thing,” he asked.

“Totally! Clearly there’s so many girls who were just waiting for the opportunity and you made it possible. Here, read these.”

She handed Colin her phone and he scrolled through comments and messages she’d accumulated.

“Wow. Those are … like super nice,” he said, reading.

“Well, except for that one!” he laughed out loud.

“Oh yeah, that one. Thought you’d like that”

“Well, I hope she doesn’t do it for real.”

“Hey, you never know. Two less balls in the world.”