Drunk girls are pretty crazy

It was the middle of the night when Alan heard disturbing noises. He was lying in his tent, wearing only black boxer briefs, uncovered, as it was quite hot. Alan was twenty-one years old. He had the athletic body of someone who swam every day. Black hair that fell over his forehead. And a nice happy trail below his belly. He propped himself up with his hands and raised his torso. It's nighttime, he thought, in the middle of the forest, it's probably some animal.

Besides swimming, Alan loved something else, and that was camping. He loved going into the forest with only a backpack of necessary items and spending a few days there. He felt truly alive then. Close to nature. He lit fires, fished, and picked currants. And when it got warmer, he started going shirtless and swimming in the nearby river, which gave him a great tan.

TRAH!

Something broke. Now Alan was completely focused. Something was approaching his tent, some kind of animal. Most likely nothing dangerous, there are no bears in these areas. But still. He was alone in the middle of the forest. And then he heard something that surprised him even more - a girl's voice.

“I see a tent,” said the voice.

“Where?” asked another, also a girl.

“There.”

“I don't see it.”

“Damn it, there.”

“Oh, okay. It's dark, sorry. Do you think someone's there?”

“No, it blew in from the tent store.”

“Do you think that's what happened?”

“No. Of course there's someone there. The question is, is it what we're looking for?”

Alan listened calmly. It wasn't an animal, but two lost girls. They probably couldn't find their own tent.

As time passed, the sounds grew louder and the girls were getting closer. Alan began to wonder if they thought his tent was theirs. Would they open it? They were getting closer and closer. He could hear them in front of him, just a short distance away, separated only by the fabric.

“Do you see a zipper anywhere?” one of them asked.

“No. What about in the corner?”

“There it is. I'm opening it.”

Alan lay still and waited.

The zipper began to move in a semicircle until finally the open space was visible. On the other side, a blonde girl was crouching. She had a slim figure and curly hair. White nails on delicate hands and small breasts showing through a tight T-shirt.

“Hi,” said Alan.

The girl didn't answer. She just stared at him. After a moment, her expression changed. Now she looked incredibly happy.

“Oh my God. He's perfect,” she said.

“Really? Show me,” said another voice.

Suddenly, a second figure appeared in the doorway. A girl with straight black hair. And thin white glasses. There was a tattoo on her throat that ran down, probably all the way to her hidden breasts.

“Wow. Handsome,” she said.

“Thanks?” replied Alan. He didn't really understand what was going on here. And whether he should be happy or scared.

“What's your name?” asked the one with curly hair.

“Alan.”

“I'm Harper. And this is Lily.”

“Hey,” Lily replied and waved energetically.

“Are you lost?” Alan asked.

“Quite the opposite. We were looking for you.”

“Me?”

Alan suddenly understood something. Both girls sounded strange. Their words were a little garbled. Are they drunk? he thought.

“Could you come outside?” Harper asked.

“Do you need help?” Alan asked.

“No. We just want to take a good look at you,” Harper said.

“And your balls,” added Lily.

This surprised Alan. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. They must be joking.

“My balls?” he asked.

“Yes. So come on.”

“No, thanks. It's the middle of the night and I'd rather go back to sleep. But thanks for the offer.”

“It's not an offer,” Harper said. “Get out.”

Alan was unsure for a moment. The girl's drunken tone was a little disturbing. After a moment, however, he calmed down.

“No thanks. Close the door, please.”

And then Harper reached behind her back and pulled a gun from her belt. She pointed it at Alan.

Alan's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“Oh fuck! Wait!” He held his hands up in a defensive gesture.

“Get out.”

“Okay, okay.”

He got up and started crawling out on his knees. Once he was outside, he wasn't even sure if he could stand up. He got up slowly and stood, measuring exactly six feet tall. He was a head taller than both girls. He looked at them silently as they both examined his body.

“We hit the jackpot,” said Lily.

“Indeed,” replied Harper.

Harper continued to aim her gun at him, while Lily began to circle him.

“What do you want?” asked Alan.

“His back is nice too,” replied Lily. “I think we'll take him.”

"Of course we're taking him.

“Hello? What do you want? What do you mean, take me?”

Lily approached him and hugged him from behind. Despite his fears, Alan had to admit that it was quite pleasant.

“He's so warm,” said Lily.

When she said that, Alan could smell alcohol in her breath. Both girls must have been very drunk.

“I'm asking you one last time. What do you want?”

“Can you hear him? How threatening, asking for the last time,” Lily giggled.

“We'll make sure you're not so threatening. Lie down on your stomach.”

“What, why?”

“Because otherwise I'll shoot you.”

This terrified Alan.

“Alright, alright."

Lily let go of him and stepped back. Alan lay down on the cool ground. A few pebbles began to dig into his stomach. He suddenly felt Lily grab his hands and pull them behind his back.

“What are you doing?”

But she didn't answer. Both girls seemed uninterested in what he had to say.

He felt something cold on his left wrist. Handcuffs. Then his right. Lily had just cuffed his hands behind his back.

“Hey, why are you doing this?!”

No answer. Then Lily stood up and did something even more shocking. She put her foot on his back and grabbed his boxers with her hand. She started pulling them with all her might.

“Hey! Stop it!”

The fabric began to tear, and after a few seconds, the boxers ripped. Lily threw them aside.

“Wow. Nice tan lines.” She bent down and slapped him on the butt. “I guess you work out a lot, huh?”

“What the fuck are you guys doing? Why are you doing this?!”

Lily stepped aside.

“Okay, you can get up now.” When Alan didn't get up, Lily grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up.

“You guys better stop right now, or you're going to have a big problem.”

“Dick and balls are alright,” said Harper. “Nothing special.”

“Really?” asked Lily, leaning over from his side and peeking between his legs.

Alan felt humiliated. As if he were not a human being but an exhibit for these two drunk girls.

“I think his penis is kind of cute. Tiny, but cute.” She started poking his soft penis with her index finger. “So adorable.”

“It's not small,” Alan replied. He felt a little silly having to say it, but it was true, it wasn't small at all.

“Oh yes, I know, I know. It's huge,” said Lily. “And the balls.” She grabbed them in her hand. “They fit in my hand, barely, but they fit.”

And then she squeezed them.

“Ouch. Stop it.”

The squeeze wasn't hard, but Alan leaned forward slightly.

“Okay, let's go. We'll play with him later,” said Harper.

“Okay,” Lily replied and let go of his sack.

Alan took a breath. The pain in his testicles subsided.

“Go ahead,” Harper said.

Alan started walking ahead. After two minutes, they reached a car parked on a forest road.

“Did you guys drive here drunk?”

“Would you rather ride in the trunk or walk behind the car?” asked Harper.

“What? Where are you taking me? You're crazy. I'm not going anywhere with you.”

“You're coming.”

“No, you stupid bitch.”

Harper's face turned angry.

“Rule number one. Never talk to me like that.”

She moved and stood behind him.

“Get near the car, scumbag.”

He approached. He felt fear like never before. He could see that he had deeply offended her.

“Lie down on the trunk.”

He did.

“Spread your legs.”

He spread his legs apart. He was now standing as if he were ready to be searched by a police officer. However, he was not wearing any clothes, and his balls were hanging defenselessly under his butt. Harper swung and kicked him in the balls from behind with all her strength.

“Aaaaaaaa!”

Alan fell to the ground and began writhing in pain.

“Oh fuck! My balls! Auaaaaaaa!”

Harper didn't give him a second to relax. She sat on his back and grabbed his head. She took a piece of cloth and began to tie it around his head so that it covered his mouth.

“We don't need to listen to you anymore,” she said.

Alan, however, continued to suffer and howl in pain. It was the worst he had ever experienced. No one had ever kicked him so hard in the balls before.

“MHHHHHHH!” he continued to moan.

When Harper was done, she stood up, grabbed him by the hair, and pulled him up.

“Get up,” she ordered.

But getting up while in such pain was very difficult.

“Get up, you piece of trash!”

Alan got up slowly. However, he stood bent over in terrible pain.

“I think he wants to follow the car,” said Lily.

“Yes. He really wants to follow it. Get him ready.”

Lily stood in front of him. She was holding a rope in her hand. She grabbed Alan's balls and started tying them up.

“MHHHH!” Alan protested, but to no avail.

Lily tied him very tightly, which hurt him even more.

“MHHHHH!”

“Shut up!” Harper shouted.

When she was done, the rope was tied to his scrotum so that his testicles were immobilized at the base of his groin. Then she went to the car and started tying the other end to the tow hook. Alan watched in horror.

“MHHHHH!”

“Either you shut up or I'll kick you again,” Harper said.

Only then did he stop screaming. He had to concentrate not to make any noise. His balls were still throbbing with pain. Lily finished and stood up.

“Done,” she said.

“Great. Have a nice trip,” she said and patted Alan on the back. Then she walked away and got into the car.

Alan was still standing slightly bent over. He was in pain and terrified. Lily got in too. The car started. He heard Harper shift into first gear.

“MHHHHHH!” he started screaming again. But it didn't help.

The car started moving forward. The rope began to tighten. To save his testicles, Alan did the only thing he could. He started walking forward. He walked and walked. He walked so far away that he could no longer see his tent. The car didn't accelerate. It drove slowly in first gear. Alan felt like he was about to cry. He had just been kidnapped by two drunk girls.

Half an hour passed. Alan didn't even have socks on his feet. He was completely naked. His feet were starting to hurt from the ground and stones. He felt like he couldn't go on any longer. Just as he was about to give up, the car stopped. They stopped in front of an old abandoned brick building in the middle of the forest. The car turned off. Both girls got out.

“We're here,” said Harper.

Lily went over to the rope and untied it from the car.

“The house of pleasure,” said Harper. “We'll have fun in it. Come on.”

She walked away. Lily started to walk away too. And Alan followed her. He was humiliated. A drunk girl he didn't know was dragging him naked through the middle of the forest by his testicles. Could anything be worse? Harper opened the door and they went inside.

The interior was dimly lit. There was a lot of debris and trash. In the middle stood a table and a few chairs. Alan saw a bottle of vodka, a Coke, and two glasses. So they had been here before, he thought.

Lily pulled him to the center, where there were some contraptions in the ground. She crouched down and untied the rope from his testicles and hands.

“On your knees,” she demanded.

Alan did as she said. Lily crouched down and grabbed his hands. There were three metal circles in the ground. Lily tied his hands and neck to them. Then she went to his feet. There was a metal stick also attached to the ground. She tied his legs to the two ends so that they were now spread wide apart. Every time Alan thought he couldn't be more humiliated, the girls changed his mind. Now he was on his knees on the ground. Bent over as if in prayer. His head was on the ground and his butt was up. He looked like a Muslim at prayer.

Both girls walked away and stood by the table.

“Mhhhhh” was all Alan could say.

Lily took the vodka and made them drinks. She poured way too much vodka. They both started drinking. Harper's face contorted.

“Disgusting. I love it!”

They drank more.

“Well, since we're here, I can explain everything to you,” Harper began. "While we were drinking, we came up with a brilliant idea. All men are disgusting pigs. Recently, my boyfriend and Lily's boyfriend broke up with us. We decided to do some good for the world and take it out on you guys. Specifically, on your balls. Because that's why you're such trash. All you have in your heads are your balls. We'll see what you have in your head after we bash them good.

Alan's eyes widened.

“MHHHHH!”

“Oh yes, yes. You'll soon regret being born with them. But first, we have to drink to that.”

They clinked glasses and started drinking. They drank and talked about women's nonsense. And when they finished, they made more drinks and continued drinking. At one point, they got onto the subject of his testicles.

“How about tying him to the car like before and pulling his balls?” suggested Lily.

“MHHHHHHH!” Alan protested and shook his head vigorously.

“Good idea. I'm sure he'll rethink his disgusting male behavior after that,” replied Harper.

“MHHHHHHH!”

“Stop whining. We're doing something good for you. You'll be a changed man. You should thank us,” said Lily.

After another drink, they were both pretty drunk.

“Shall we start?” asked Lily.

“Yes!” shouted Harper.

Lily grabbed a hairbrush and they both approached him. As they walked, they swayed from side to side.

Harper sat on Alan's back and grabbed his testicles. She held his scrotum so that both testicles were immobilized at the end of the sac.

“First, a warm-up. Ten strokes,” said Lily.

She swung and began to gently slap his testicles with the flat side of the brush. After each slap, she paused for a second. Although the slaps were not hard, Alan suffered like never before.

“MHHHHH!”

SLAP!

“MHHHHHH!”

SLAP!

He screamed after each blow until she finally stopped. They both started laughing.

“Oh my, you scream so funny. Do your jewels hurt?” Lily asked.

“You're not such a strong man anymore, are you?” Harper asked.

“Okay. Ten more,” said Lily.

“No,” protested Harper. “He's already warmed up. Hit him harder.”

“All right!” replied Lily.

She swung and hit him.

“MHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Then again.

And again.

Alan had lost count of how many hits it was. Twenty? Thirty? He writhed from side to side, but there was nothing he could do. He was completely immobilized.

SLAP

“MHHHHHHHHHH!”

SLAP

“MHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

SLAP

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Harper sat on his back and looked like a cowboy on a bull. She flew left and right as he kept writhing. Tears welled up in Alan's eyes.

However, even though Lily was hitting harder, the blows weren't that strong. Although that doesn't change the fact that she was hitting a pair of delicate balls. Finally, she stopped after about a minute, and Alan could finally catch his breath. His whole body was shaking.

“MHHH! MHHHH!” he moaned in a high-pitched voice.

Both girls started laughing. They laughed as intensely as they ever had.

“It was the best idea we ever had!” said Lily. “So? How do you feel? Are you having fun? Because I'm having a great time.” She patted him on the butt. “Ready for more?”

“MHHHHH!” Alan began shaking his head from right to left.

“Give it to me,” said Harper. “You're way too gentle.”

Lily handed her the brush, and Harper began to swing. She didn't hold back like Lily. It looked like she was hitting with all her might.

“Oh my God, Harper. You're evil.”

Alan screamed like never before.

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Harper didn't take breaks like Lily did. She hit again and again.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

“Who's the bitch now?!” she yelled.

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Alan cried. He would do anything to stop her. This was worse than anything.

Thirty seconds had passed, and Harper had already hit him a hundred times.

“Jesus, Harper. Don't castrate him yet. I want to play with him too,” Lily said.

“Bitch!” SLAP!

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“Male!” SLAP!

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“Pig!” SLAP!

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Finally, she swung high above her head and hit him one last time with all her strength.

SLAAAAAAAAAP!

Alan jumped so hard that Harper jumped on his back.

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

She stopped. She put down the brush and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Alan moaned, cried, and writhed in his bonds.

“Another drink?” Harper asked.

Lily smiled.

“Sure!”

They went to the table and started drinking. Then they returned with drinks in their hands to Alan, who was still writhing and moaning.

“What now?” Harper asked.

“I have an idea,” Lily replied. “Kicking!”

She swung and drove her boot into Alan's balls, sending him flying. His ass bounced up and down.

Alan screamed as loud as he could.

***45*** ***minutes later***

Lily lay unconscious on the chair, fast asleep. Alcohol had gotten the better of her. There were thuds in the background.

Alan's testicles were red and swollen. Harper crouched behind him, supporting herself with one hand on his butt so she wouldn't fall over. With her other hand, she swung and hit his testicles with all her strength. Sometimes she missed and hit him either on the butt or thigh.

Alan's whole body was glistening with sweat. The boy didn't have much strength left to scream, but he did anyway. He felt like he was close to being castrated. The pain was indescribable.

SMACK!

“MHHHHHHHHHHH!”

SMACK!

“MHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

SMACK!

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

What did I do to deserve this, he thought. I like swimming and camping. I'm a good person.

BLOW!

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Harper finished with a blow with all her strength, as she did every time, and fell on her back. She was sweaty too.

“Ohhh my *Gawwwd*. Y'know wha', Alan? I’m—hic—I’m startin’ t’ like you. Like, *really* like you.”

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“You may be a disgusting guy. I think... but I like you. No, like—*like* like you."

She got up and headed for the table. She stumbled once. She got up and kept going. She grabbed the vodka and made another drink. She spilled a lot on the table. She sat down on a chair and started staring at him while drinking. She stopped drinking and started crying.

“Whyyy did heee break uuup with meee!!!"

If Alan could, he would tell her not to drink anymore. She was far too drunk.

She cried and wiped her tears and continued drinking.

“Y’know *whahh*?! I don’ like you after *all!* You’re a fuhhh—*fuckin’ pig!* All of ya! You’re *all* the saaame! You don't deserve balls!”

Alan didn't understand all her words. Both because she wasn't speaking clearly and because he was too focused on the terrible pain.

“You should all be castrated! Or forced to undergo weekly sessions of being kicked in the balls. Maaybe *then* you wouldn’t be so awfuuuul! Ever think’a *that*? Huh?!”

She drank the rest of her drink and stood up. She took the empty vodka bottle with her. She started walking toward him, but fell down. She got up and kept walking. She stood with her legs apart over his back and looked down at his ass and swollen balls.

“Y’know what?! I *hope* it hurts! I hope they—*burst*! Like—*BOOM!* Fuck *youuu!*”

She raised the bottle high above her head with both hands and swung with all her might.

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The bottle hit the back of his testicles with a distinctive sound. Alan jumped again in his bonds. The pain was even worse than before.

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

She swung again and struck.

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMM!”

BAM! BAM! BAM!

She struck again and again, and Alan writhed as best he could. He saw his tears falling to the floor.

“You!” BAM!

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“Fucking bitch!” BAM!

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“Sexist!” BAM!

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“Pig!” BAAAAAAAAM!

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

She threw the bottle aside and sat on him.

“Are you… *enjoyin’* this? ’Cause I am… like… never before... I think I’m—*I’m wet*. Like, for real. No joke.”

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“I *asked* if you were enjoyin’ this!!"

She grabbed his sack with her right hand and began to squeeze it with all her might.

Alan's eyes bulged. He was close to fainting.

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

His whole body began to convulse. He began to squeal in high-pitched tones.

Harper squeezed with all her might, and her face showed pure hatred. She only stopped after twenty seconds. She fell off him onto the ground and didn't get up. After a while, she fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. Alan, however, continued to endure pain. He saw his swollen testicles. He cried and suffered immobilized.