Volunteering for Emily, Part 4 (an inspired continuation)

I really liked the Volunteering for Emily series so decided to write Part 4 on my own. I sent a message to the author a couple months ago, but didn't hear back. Happy to remove if desired.

[Part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/lzcbvz/volunteering_for_emily/)

[Part 2](https://old.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/p7pnjc/volunteering_for_emily_part_2/)

[Part 3](https://old.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/r6zyjs/volunteering_for_emily_part_3/)

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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.”