Sack-tapped by Sorority Girls

Colin felt nervous as he walked across campus in the dark, wearing just a t-shirt and his boxers. For weeks he had been rushing the most sought-after frat at his school, and tonight was the culminating event in that process. This final requirement was infamous on campus, and it was a big part of why so few guys ultimately made it into Alpha Beta Gamma-- every year a large chunk would drop out rather than go through with it. Tonight, Colin and the rest of his freshman pledge brothers were to attend a party at the frat's sister sorority. But they all had to go without pants on, and with their balls hanging out through the hole in their underwear. Like every other student on campus, Colin had heard some wild rumors about what kinds of things went on at this party, but he was choosing not to believe them, for the sake of working up the courage to do it.

Anyone would be nervous in such a scenario, but for Colin there was an extra layer of apprehension involved. This hazing ritual targeted a particular insecurity of his; he had fairly large balls, and he had long been self-conscious about it. In locker rooms and group showers people always commented on it, and he worried even in private that it was weird and made him stand out in an awkward way. The idea of being so exposed in front of a house full of hot, intimidating sorority girls made his heart race. But the whole reason he wanted to join a frat in the first place was to become more confident, so he was determined to power through the anxiety no matter what.

He got to the front door of the sorority house, and felt one last jolt of fear. But he knew he didn't want to back out. After taking a deep breath, Colin reached in through the open fly of his boxers and pulled his balls out, wincing as they were squeezed uncomfortably through the fabric, the hole being not quite big enough. He took another breath and walked through the door.

Inside it looked like a fairly normal party, except the girls outnumbered the guys at least two to one-- it seemed like a fair number of Colin's pledge class had chickened out. Colin wandered around a bit, unsure what to do with himself. After a while he worked up the confidence to approach one of the sorority girls who was standing by herself, holding a drink in one hand.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi pledge boy," the girl said, smiling at him. She was fairly short-- a good deal shorter than Colin-- and wearing a tight dress that clung to her body. She glanced down below his waist and her smile grew wider. Colin felt extremely self-conscious, but he tried to remind himself that this was basically the point of this whole night. "Are you enjoying our party?" she asked.

"Oh, uh, I just got here," he said. "But, I mean-- yes." He glanced around nervously, trying to ignore how weird it was that all of his pledge brothers were walking around with their balls hanging out. The guys were trying to avoid making eye contact with each other.

"Enjoying the view?" the girl asked with a smirk, as Colin looked around the room. "I thought the special rule was for our sake, but I guess you're welcome to appreciate it too, if that's what floats your boat."

"Oh, no, I, uh--" Colin felt his face getting red. A big part of the reason he had wanted to join a frat was to become more confident talking to girls, and so far he was blowing it. He had to right the ship. He'd read on the internet that girls liked guys who were cocky, assertive, and dominant, and he made a conscious effort to act that way now.

"I mean, yeah, I like the view of you in that dress," he said, trying to stand up taller. "You sure fill it out in all the right places."

"Oh?" The girl asked, raising her eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yeah," Colin said. "I sure would love to get it off of you later tonight. I could lay you down on your bed and give you what you need."

The girl eyed him calmly. "Is that so?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," Colin said, starting to feel like he was getting into the swing of this confidence thing. "I'd have you whimpering, your legs trembling-- you'd be begging for me."

"My my," the girl said. "You sure are bold for a person who has so many sensitive nerve endings so exposed."

"Haha, uh, yeah." Colin wasn't quite sure what she meant, and it threw him off a bit, but he tried to stay on his game anyway. "You should let me show you what you're missing. I promise, from the moment I slid my cock into you, you would--"

"Nope," the girl said. She matter-of-factly flung the back of her free hand into Colin's bare balls.

Colin gasped and his eyes popped wide open. "Ooooooooooo," he groaned, bending over at the waist. He'd been caught completely by surprise and he was shocked at how much it hurt. "Oooooooohh, no," he choked out weakly.

The girl was smirking at him, clearly pleased with herself. She took a sip of her drink, shaking her shoulders in a taunting manner.

"Uugghhhh," Colon grunted, his face twisted up in anguish. "Hey, that was really mean."

The girl laughed, almost spitting out her drink. "Oh, I'm sorry, was it 'really mean?' I thought you were one of those big tough macho boys, no? Do you want to go tell your mommy that a girl at the party was mean to you? Do you want to run and tell mommy that a mean girl at the party hit you in your private parts?"

Another girl walked over to where they were standing. She was somewhat taller than her friend. Colin stood up straight in embarrassment, even though his balls still hurt.

"Hi hun," the second girl said to the first. "What's going on over here?"

"Nothing," the first girl said. "I just sack tapped this little pledge boy."

"Oh, delightful!" The second girl clapped her hands together in a tiny little motion and looked down at Colin's crotch, where he was making a concerted effort not to cover himself. "Although I don't know," she said. "He kind of looks like a big boy to me." She darted her hand out and playfully grabbed his balls, sticking out her tongue at him like a taunting schoolgirl.

"Hey!" Colin cried. "Hey hey hey! Let go!"

Both girls were laughing at him. The one who had him in her grip pulled up on his balls, forcing him onto his tiptoes. She wasn't squeezing him especially hard, but he felt a terrifying sense of how fully she had control over him. She led him around in a small circle, parading him about the room. Colin had no choice but to follow, wincing, as she pulled his balls one way and another.

She led him back to where the first girl was standing and let go of his nuts. Colin breathed out in relief.

"Pledge boys have to learn some manners," the first girl said. "He was being quite rude to me-- he needed a reminder of how to talk to a lady. That's why I gave him a firm little tap on his reminder reflex."

"Oh, totally," the second girl said. "These boys are so filthy. You really have to be Pavlovian with them, that's the only way they learn. You have to teach them to associate bad behavior with an adverse response. Pledge boy! Say something rude to us."

"Uh..." Colin murmured, all his confidence long gone.

"Come on, do as you're told."

"Um, okay," Colin said uncertainly. "You have a really great ass. I would love to--"

Smiling, the taller girl reached out and slapped Colin's ballsack with her palm very hard. You could hear a loud 'splat' sound as her hand made contact.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee," Colin whined miserably, sinking down into a squat, his legs trembling and his face twisted up in pain. He couldn't believe how awful he felt; the moment when the girl's hand had struck his sack seemed branded into his memory, and he felt a deep, horrible ache in the most personal part of his body.

The two girls were standing over him and giggling.

"I think you got him where it counts," the first girl said sarcastically.

"That's the idea! See, now he'll start to associate being a dog with that special agony that only boys can feel. We've just got to do it a bunch more times-- that's how we train him!"

"Sounds good to me," the first girl said. She addressed Colin, who was still crouched on the floor in suffering. "All right pledge boy. We'll circle back later in the night for more training. Thanks to Pavlov, you'll be well-mannered in no time!" Colin was pretty sure she was kidding, but he gulped hard at the thought that she might not be. The two girls walked away laughing.

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Colin tried to shake off this unpleasant encounter and regain that sense of masculine confidence he was shooting for, but it wasn't easy. Even though many of the sorority girls were sophomores-- only a year older than Colin and the rest of the guys at the party-- there was a palpable power imbalance in the room that made the age gap feel bigger. As the night went on Colin saw more cases of girls flinging their hands into the pledges' exposed nads. It made him very uncomfortable. It was already weird enough to be be at a party with his friends where he couldn't help but look down and see their family jewels. It was even weirder to have to watch as one of his pledge brothers stood there unsuspectingly, trying to chat up a sorority girl, while another girl snuck up behind him, got down on her hands and knees to avoid being noticed, and for no reason at all shot her hand up and smacked his vulnerable naked balls, and to see the shock and dismay register on the guy's face, and watch him crumple to the ground, clearly in tremendous pain, while the girls who had been watching stood around and laughed.

Colin was walking down a hallway looking for the bathroom. A girl turned out of a room on the right-hand side and walked towards him. She was extremely pretty; virtually all the girls in the sorority were very attractive, but to Colin this girl stood out. He felt his heart beating faster, and he tried to think about what he could say to her to begin a conversation. They reached each other in the hallway, and Colin's mouth opened to start saying something.

"Sack tap!" she said gleefully, swinging her fist forward at crotch level between Colin's legs, where his testicles bulged out from the hole in his boxers, the not-quite-big-enough opening leaving them fully exposed and held firmly in place. Her fist slammed into his sensitive testes as she passed, not even breaking stride, sending a sickening jolt through his whole body.

"Ahhhhh," Colin cried, collapsing to the floor, from where he watched her walk away, totally unbothered, her beautiful butt swaying in her jeans.

Colin lay there on the floor for a long while, suffering the awful feeling in his lower half. The hallway led to both the bathroom and the kitchen, in addition to a couple bedrooms, so there was a fair bit of traffic passing as he tried to recover, much to his embarrassment. Girls would look down at him as they passed and giggle, or make little comments--

"Ooo, somebody hit the pledge boy's ballsack."

"Looks like someone got his bells rung."

"Let me guess-- he got slapped in the nads?"

One girl who saw him on the floor whispered something to her friend as they were walking by, then leaned down and faked a punch at his balls.

"No!!" Colin yelped, jolting away from her and covering himself. The girl and her friend both cracked up.

"Scaredy cat," she said, mocking his exaggerated flinch. "What are you so afraid of? There's nothing wrong with a little love tap to the balls."

Eventually the pain receded and Colin was able to get up and return to the party. For a while he was apprehensive, but eventually he began to feel more at ease and enjoy himself. It started to feel more or less like a regular party-- after enough time had passed it wasn't such a shock to see all his friends' nutsacks hanging out of their boxers.

Later on into the night, he was standing in a corner talking to a few of his pledge brothers. A girl he had seen around the party but hadn't talked to came over and tapped him on the shoulder. He flinched slightly, but caught himself and turned to look at her.

"Come with me," she said, taking his hand and looking into his eyes.

"Oh-- uh, where are we going?"

"Upstairs," she said, and led him by the hand away from his friends.

Colin's heart was racing. Was this it? Was it happening? He was at a college party with a bunch of hot sorority girls, and one of them was leading him to an upstairs bedroom. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that he had fantasized about this exact moment for years. Did this mean he had officially completed the frat hazing? Was this the light at the end of the tunnel?

When they got upstairs the girl opened a door and led him into a large bedroom. Colin's nerves were on overdrive, and he had no idea what to expect, but he was surprised and confused by what he saw. Seven or eight other sorority girls were sitting around the room, some of whom Colin had seen throughout the party. It seemed that they had changed into bed-wear; they were all barefoot, wearing either thin cotton pajama bottoms or short shorts with t-shirts or tank-tops. Colin couldn't help but notice that none of them seemed to be wearing a bra.

One of these girls got up and approached him. "Hello pledge boy," she said. "Welcome to the best or worst night of your life. You have been selected to participate in an extra special part of tonight's festivities."

Colin was completely overwhelmed; he had no idea what was going on or what to make of it. "Uh, okay," he said. "What do you mean?"

"Well, we're going to play a little game," the girl said, nodding to one of her friends. Another girl came over and led Colin towards the middle of the room.

"Hey baby," she addressed him sweetly. "Is it okay if I handcuff you real quick?"

Colin was beyond flustered. "Uh, I guess so," he said, without having any chance to think about it. The girl quickly and expertly locked a metal cuff around one wrist and raised both his arms, threading the handcuffs over a thick metal pipe on the ceiling before clicking his other wrist into place. Before he'd had a chance to process what was happening, he found himself standing in the middle of a room full of hot, scantily-clothed sorority girls, with his arms locked straight up above him and his balls on full display, spilling out through the hole in his boxers. He rattled the cuffs just to see, but there was no way to escape. He had heard rumors about things of this sort happening at this infamous hazing party, but he never could have imagined those rumors had any truth to them.

"Okay pledge boy, the game is pretty simple," the girl who had originally spoken said. She seemed to be the group's leader. "Remember those origami fortunetellers from elementary school? We made a few of them just for you. You're gonna pick a color and a number, and then we'll see what the fortune teller says. It could be good, or it could be bad. We'll only give you one 'fortune' from each one. Sound good?"

Colin didn't see the point in saying no. Maybe this was just the ultimate test of his ability to be his new, confident self. "Okay," he said.

"Excellent. Tara, why don't you start?"

A girl stood up and walked over to him. Much to his surprise, she wrapped her arms around his torso and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks for coming to our party," she said in a soft, flirty voice. He could feel her body pressing suggestively into his, her breasts pressing into his chest and her crotch rubbing against his. He quickly became very turned on, which only increased his embarrassment.

"Oh my God Tara, keep it in your pants," one of the girls called.

"Give her a break," another one chimed in. "It's not her fault that Ashley picked such a sexy pledge boy." The girls all giggled.

Tara stepped back and held out a fortune teller. "Okay-- pick a color."

"Uh, blue," Colin said. Tara cycled the fortune teller four times and opened it to show him his choices.

"And a number?"

Colin thought about it for a moment, but figured it couldn't really make a difference. "Six," he said.

Tara read number six to herself, then looked at Colin and smiled. She cleared her throat dramatically. "One kick in the testicles," she read aloud, showing the fortune around so everyone could see.

"Ooooooo," the girls all moaned in sympathy, bending a bit at the waist and holding their hands to their own crotches.

All the blood was draining from Colin's face. "Wait," he said, a hint of panic in his voice. "No, no--"

"Oh my God, that was so unlucky!" one of the other girls broke in, coming over and taking the fortune teller from Tara. "That was like literally the only bad fortune on this one. All the other ones are good. See?" She showed some of the other options around to prove her point: *One lap dance (90 seconds)*; *One blowjob (to completion)*; *pick three girls to flash their tits*.

"Well, that's the nature of the game, isn't it?" the lead girl said. "Our unlucky pledge boy here will just have to put up with a good old fashioned punt to the sack. All right, who wants to do it?"

"I'll do it," the girl who seemed be to be named Ashley said. She got up and started stretching her legs. She was outrageously cute and wearing hardly anything at all, just some very short shorts and a tank top that was a little bit too small for her.

"Get him good, Ash!" a girl cheered.

"Yeah, make sure his babymakers are still aching a week from now!"

"Well there's certainly no confusion about where to aim, with his whole situation hanging out in the open; not like when boys wear those pesky jeans and you have to guess."

"Yeah, plus how could she miss? Look at how big his balls are!"

Ashley stood in front of him, spaced back a few steps so that her leg had room to accumulate a lot of momentum. She lifted her bare foot in front of her with a long, elegant motion and gently tapped it against Colin's exposed balls, taking the time to align her aim perfectly. "We're just gonna give a good solid kick riiiiight here," she said, her foot lightly jostling Colin's scrotum. "I think it might hurt a bit, don't you guys?"

"Oh my God Ash," one of the girls complained. "Stop being such a tease-- neuter him already!"

Ashley looked at Colin and smiled. "Ready pledge boy?" she asked.

Colin tried to speak, but he was almost too scared to form words "N... nn... no-- wait--"

Ashley brought her leg slightly behind her, holding it there for a moment to gather strength, then quickly and skillfully shot it forward and up, her leg extending in a long graceful arc, so that at the apex of the motion her foot slammed into Colin's large and unprotected balls, her kick perfectly executed to that every ounce of force her body generated was transferred directly into the pledge boy's sensitive testicles.

"Oooooooooooo," Colin howled, rattling the handcuffs as his whole body shook with agony. "Uuuuughhhhhh, OOohhhhh, Aaaaauuuggg." His voice was somehow high-pitched and low-pitched at the same time, and the girls all laughed at his reaction. Colin could never for one moment have imagined anything being this painful. His whole world had been compacted down to one dense singularity of suffering. And there was an additional layer of psychological torment because of how the handcuffs restrained him in place, standing upright. He urgently, desperately wanted to curl up into the smallest ball he could, use his whole body to protect his unthinkably vulnerable nuts, and crawl off into a far dark corner to be alone with his misery. But he couldn't even bend at the waist, let alone curl into a ball. Somewhere deep in his brain, his inner consciousness understood that, because of how the handcuffs held him in place and prohibited his body's critical natural inclination to protect itself, he remained incredibly vulnerable. If for any reason the girls decided to hit his balls again-- because they thought it would be funny, because they liked seeing his reaction, because they got a thrill out of being mean-- there would be absolutely nothing he could do about it. That fact, and the intense existential fear it aroused deep within him, was almost as unbearable as the indescribable pain itself.

The terrible pain lasted an incredibly long time, but the girls were surprisingly nice about letting Colin recover in peace. They didn't rush him into the next part of the game, or take advantage of his vulnerable position. They just sat around talking casually to each other and waiting until he could keep going. They even started to take turns gently rubbing his balls to try to make them feel better, since he couldn't use his own hands. Colin was appreciative, but also somewhat confused. It was like they somehow thought that kicking him there wasn't a big deal-- that you could kick someone in the testicles incredibly hard and then just carry on as if nothing had happened, like it was a harmless little prank.

Eventually the lead girl stood up. "All right, let's keep going," she said. A new girl stood up with a different fortune teller. Colin was apprehensive, but it seemed like most of the fortunes were actually good. He couldn't keep getting so unlucky, right? Plus, what choice did he have?

"Green," he said. The girl shuffled the pedals. "Four."

She opened number four and read it aloud. "Touch one girl's pussy."

The sorority girls whooped and hollered. Colin could hardly believe he had heard correctly.

"Lucky you, pledge boy," one of the girls said. "Who's it gonna be?"

"Um, no," another girl said. "He doesn't get to choose. It would specifically say so if he got to choose."

"Fair enough," the lead girl said. "Any volunteers?"

"Me!" several girls shouted at once. The girls who had called out looked down sheepishly while the rest of their sorority sisters laughed.

"What a bunch of chaste young ladies you are," the leader said. "Fight it out amongst yourselves." The girls who had volunteered picked a winner via round robin rock-paper-scissors.

"Well how's he going to feel her up with his hands shackled to the pipe?" someone asked.

"Ugh, yeah, we didn't think this through," another girl said. "Can we uncuff him?"

"Just free one arm," the lead girl said. "And then he goes right back in the cuffs as soon as it's done."

A girl came over and freed one of Colin's hands with a key, then clipped the free cuff around the chain so that his other arm was still restrained.

The chosen girl stepped forward, smiling impishly at Colin. "I'm Natalie," she said.

"Uh, nice to meet you," Colin said. He was very excited and very nervous.

She hooked her thumbs into her pajama bottoms and, looking right into Colin's eyes, dropped them down to her ankles. Colin looked down and sucked in some air. He was not very sexually experienced; he had never actually seen a naked girl before. The sight overwhelmed him. Looking at pictures and porn on the internet didn't even come close; here was the real thing, right in front of him, and his body ached with how badly he wanted it.

"Go ahead," Natalie said. "Don't be shy."

Colin reached out and gently put his hand on her. She breathed in sharply but softly as his fingers first brushed against her labia. *This is it*, Colin found himself thinking. *The first time I'm touching a girl's vagina*. He suddenly became convinced that, no matter what had happened earlier in the night-- and no matter what would happen later-- this whole experience had been worth it.

He pressed his fingers against her with more pressure, and she let out a little moan. "Mmm, that feels nice," she said quietly. Touching a vagina felt even better than he could have imagined. He slipped one finger just slightly inside her and she whimpered a bit. He was outrageously turned on. He imagined what it would feel like to slide his penis in there and his eyes rolled back in his head at the thought-- it was almost too much to even consider.

"Um, is there a time limit here?" one of the other girls asked. The sound of someone else speaking broke Colin out of his trance a bit, but it also drew his attention to the fact that there was something incredibly hot about the rest of the girls looking on as he felt up their friend.

"Well, there was no time limit mentioned, so I guess he can go as long as he wants," someone replied.

Colin had no intention of stopping. Natalie was visibly aroused, her chest moving up and down as her breathing grew heavy, and she had become quite wet. Much to Colin's surprise, she reached out and cupped his balls in her hand, giggling as she did so.

Feeling her hand there only drove him crazier. It also created a stark contrast in his consciousness-- his hand on her genitals, which were smooth, so sleek and elegant, versus her hand fondling his nads, which were heavy, awkward, fairly inconvenient. He thought for the first time about what it would be like to have a pussy, and realized it must be pretty great. She kneaded his balls with more pressure, and although they were still tender from before, he didn't mind the slight discomfort in the context of an obviously sexual experience.

"Okay you two," the lead girl said. "Let's break this up here, we don't have all night."

Colin reluctantly removed his hand; Natalie gave his balls one last playful squeeze and then stepped back and pulled her pajama pants back up, her face noticeably red, either in arousal or embarrassment, or both. The girl with the handcuff key quickly came over and locked Colin's free hand back into the cuff.

"Okay, next fortune teller."

A girl came forward and presented Colin his options. By now he was eager to keep playing-- if most of the fortunes were good things, and that's what a good thing looked like, he would be happy to play all night. He picked 'red,' and then 'three.'

The girl opened the fortune teller and looked at what it said. "Twenty lashes," she read aloud.

"Oooo," someone said. "That's a fun one."

One of the girls opened a closet and took out a riding crop. Colin had the vague thought the the handcuffs and the crop might have come together in a BDSM set.

"Where should we whip him?" one girl asked.

"We should bend him over and give him twenty lashes on his butt!" someone suggested eagerly.

"Yes!"

"Mm, that would be hot," Tara said, licking her lips.

"But then we'd have to uncuff him," the lead girl said. "That's not supposed to be part of the game."

"I've got an idea," Ashley said. She approached Colin and pulled his t-shirt up, stretching the bottom of it over his head, effectively blindfolding him while exposing his tight stomach and chest.

"Ooooo," the girls cooed appreciatively.

"Wow, the pledge boy is a real hottie," one of the girls said.

Ashley rubbed her fingers in circles over Colin's torso. "Let's see how red we can make him," she said.

Colin was apprehensive about not being able to see what was going on, but he was still coming down from the high of fondling Natalie's pussy and felt like he was game for anything. Plus getting whipped in the chest didn't sound that bad; maybe it was even sexy. He wasn't an expert on what was sexy, though at his current level of excitement he had a very open mind.

He couldn't see who was standing in front of him with the riding crop, but he could sense her approaching him. With no warning he felt the crop snap into his stomach, making a surprisingly loud sound that bounced off the walls. He grunted softly on the impact; it stung, but it was manageable.

"One!" all the girls cried out in unison. Another strike landed on his midriff. "Two! Three! Four! Five!" The pain increased with each swat of the crop. Colin gritted his teeth as the taut skin over his stomach started to really sting. "Six! Seven!" There was a pause in the strikes, which had been coming fairly consistently, and Colin heard excited whispering among the girls. He couldn't quite make out what they were saying. Even though he couldn't see, he could sense that a new girl had taken the riding crop.

He braced himself for the remaining hits, tensing the muscles in his stomach. Then the next strike came, and in the initial fraction of a second the first thing in Colin's mind was that the sound was different, lower-pitched and more diffuse. Then in that next fraction of a second a tsunami of agony washed over him. and he registered that whoever had taken the riding crop had not delivered another run-of-the-mill strike to his midriff, but instead had landed the whip directly on his exposed ballsack.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!" He squealed, his body's urgent need to collapse in on itself thwarted once again by the handcuffs. "Oh oh oh oh oh oh." He could hear how high-pitched and feminine his own voice sounded. It hurt at least as bad as the kick had earlier, but it was a different timbre of pain-- searing, electric, white-hot. It felt like someone had struck the main nerve in his body that went straight to the pain receptors in his brain.

"Eight!" the girls tried to say, but the word got obscured as they all burst out laughing, some of them so delighted that they fell to the floor holding their sides. There was a long pause as they collected themselves, and then Colin, who could hardly think because of the pain, sensed a girl-- whether the same one or a new one he couldn't tell-- pick up the crop and stand before him again.

"Nine!" All the girls called out. It was possibly the worst moment of Colin's life. In the few minutes beforehand, after they had whipped his balls, he could have believed-- had he been able to form any thought beyond how awful it hurt-- that the previous strike was just one transient moment he had to endure, a single misguided prank by these girls who didn't truly understand how cruel it had been. He could almost even understand it from their perspective: how silly he must have looked with his shirt covering his face and his balls hanging out of his underwear; the way they must have eyed his body and thought to themselves how funny it would be to surprise him with one wayward strike a bit lower down, and laugh at the huge difference in his reaction.

But when the next strike came and landed, once again, not on his stomach but on his scrotum, and he had to come to terms with the fact that it had not been an aberration, not just one unduly cruel prank, and that the girls fully intended to deliver all of the remaining lashes to his nads-- the psychological torment was perhaps even more unbearable than the all-consuming physical pain. It was the same mental torture as before-- his body had a desperate, unconditional need to not keep getting hit in the testicles, and there was nothing at all he could do to prevent that from happening if the girls decided that's what they wanted to do-- except this time they *had* decided to keep hitting him.

Having his balls whipped twice in a row was the most painful thing he had ever experienced, but the strikes didn't stop. "Ten!" the girls called out, as the crop made a sickening *splat* sound on Colin's sack with each lash. "Eleven! Twelve!" He yelped and squealed with each hit, trembling and standing on his tiptoes, his body desperate to get away from the strikes but having no realistic option for doing so. He tried to turn his hips so that his crotch wasn't exposed to the group, but one of the girls came up behind him and held his waist, forcing him to face forward.

"Thirteen! Fourteen! Fifteen!" Whoever had the riding crop had changed her angle of attack, striking at an upward angle from the floor so that she was whipping the ultra-sensitive undersides of Colin's balls. "Sixteen! Seventeen!" Not a single strike was off by even an inch; Colin's family jewels were too exposed for there to be any chance someone would miss. Each strike of the crop landed with deadly accuracy at the exact center of his nutsack.

"Eighteen! Nineteen! Twenty!" The girls all cheered together after the last lash. A lot of them were still laughing or started again when they looked at Colin. His t-shirt was stained with tears, and he was moving his mouth, trying to moan in agony, but he had completely lost his breath and with it the ability to make any kind of sound.

One girl crouched down in front of him to eye his crotch up close. "Well Ashley," she said. "I'd say we turned him pretty damn red!" She gave each testicle a flick with her finger to underscore the point. Colin shrieked in dismay, the ache in his balls so deep and profound that even a little tap was completely unbearable.

'Oh my GOD, such a baby," the girl said. "Just a little flick-- pledge boy's nuts are soooo sensitive."

The lead girl stood watching Colin suffer with her hands on her hips. "Well, I think we've come to the end of the game," she said.

"What?" a couple other girls protested. "But we've got more fortune tellers to go through!"

"I'd say it's a moot point," the first girl said. "Our boy here is cooked. I think we broke his balls." The other girls snickered at this summary. "Tara, uncuff him. We'll leave him to nurse his babymakers in peace."

"I don't know if they're still going to be able to make babies after that," one girl said, eliciting more giggles.

After being freed, Colin collapsed into an agonized fetal position on the floor, and the sorority sisters started to leave the room. One of them crouched down to speak to Colin on her way out.

"It's a shame we had to end the game early," she said. "The fortune tellers were going to get more and more fun as it went. Here, why don't you look at what the final one would have been?" She unfolded all the pedals and held it up so Colin could read it. Each fortune said the same thing: *Pick one girl to fuck; you can nut inside her pussy if you want to*.

"Too bad you didn't make it that far," the girl said before leaving the room.

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