Playing Stoneface with Zoey

Colin had been looking forward to this party at Zoey's house all week. He wasn't much of a party person, but he wouldn't have missed this one for anything. Colin had a big crush on Zoey, which was sort of an open secret among their friend group.

Zoey had a habit of letting loose at parties, becoming more playful, more mischievous, more unpredictable. Colin couldn't help but fantasize about how the atmosphere might be conducive to getting closer to his crush.

There was only one snag: it was fairly well-known that Zoey had a crush on someone else-- Colin's friend Austin, who had always seemed oblivious to Zoey's feelings for him. Colin loved Austin, who was smart and funny and extremely good-looking, but imagining him getting together with Zoey was unbearable.

It wasn't a big party, perhaps ten or twelve people-- basically just their immediate friend group. As the night went on Colin was having a better time then he had expected to, and he was mostly managing to keep his cool despite Zoey's buzzing presence wherever he looked.

A few hours into the evening, Colin was sitting in the living room with Zoey, her friend Penny, and the rest of the guys at the party; the other girls were having their own conversation in the next room. Penny mentioned something about how she and Zoey were outnumbered.

"Yeah," Zoey said, "with this gender ratio, we might as well play Stoneface." Penny giggled a bit, but everyone else looked blank. "Oh my God, guys, I'm obviously joking," Zoey added, a little too quickly. "Don't be weird about it."

"What's Stoneface?" someone asked.

Zoey looked around at them, her eyes wide. "Seriously?" she asked. "You guys have never played Stoneface?" Everyone shook their heads. "Wow, I thought you guys were more worldly than that."

"All right, so what is it?" a guy named Tommy asked.

"It's a fun little party game," Zoey said. "A group of guys sits around a table, and there's one girl beneath the table. She gives one of the guys a blowjob, but no one can see who. And the guy on the receiving end has to give nothing away, like this--" Zoey mimicked a completely expressionless face. "If people can guess it was you based on your reaction, then you lose."

"Yeah, bullshit," a guy named Tyler said. "You just made this up right now. There's no way you've actually played this game before."

"Sure I have," Zoey said casually. "We used to play it at camp-- me and the other counselors, after the campers had gone to sleep. Penny's heard all about it-- right Penny?" Sitting next to Zoey, the other girl nodded, with a coy smile.

Colin could hardly believe what he was hearing. The idea of Zoey playing this game at camp, with a bunch of boys he had never met before, made his blood boil-- both with excitement and with jealousy.

"But sorry, I thought everyone would get the joke. I didn't mean we should *actually* play," Zoey said.

"Hey, I'm down," Tyler said.

"Yeah, me too," Tommy added.

"Sure, I'll play," a boy name Caleb said.

"Why not, I'm up for a game," said their friend Hal.

Zoey looked around at them. "You guys are serious?" she asked. "You really want to play?" All six guys nodded. Zoey sat there for a moment, an unreadable expression on her face, and then stood up suddenly. "All right," she said. "Let's go to the other room."

In the dining room was a large, oval-shaped table, with a long tablecloth hanging off the sides, almost reaching the floor. The guys all sat around the table. There was a palpable nervous energy in the room.

"Maybe we can make the game a little more interesting," Zoey said, locking eyes with one guy at a time. "Like, it won't just be a surprise who gets picked; it'll also be a surprise what happens to them."

"What do you mean?" Tommy asked.

"So," Zoey continued, "you *might* get your dick stroked--"

"Or sucked," Tyler cut in. "That's what you said."

"Okay, sure," Zoey said. "Perhaps. You might get your dick sucked, but you also might get your balls smacked. Either way, you have to keep a completely straight face. For both kinds of, uh, stimulus."

A number of the guys were frowning. "What the fuck," Tyler said. "You're changing the rules! That's not how you said it worked."

Zoey shrugged. "I mean, no one has to play," she said. "I just think it will be more fun this way. Everyone gets three lives. Whoever visibly reacts three times is out. And the last man standing wins."

"And what does the winner get?" someone asked.

Zoey thought about it; Colin could see the gears turning in her head, a plan forming. "The winner," she said, looking around with a big smile "gets to spend the night in my bedroom. And then in the morning, I'll make him breakfast."

Colin gulped. The implication was plenty clear. There was almost nothing in the world he wanted more than to have sex with Zoey. And if there *was* one thing, maybe it was this-- to sleep next to her in bed for the entire night. Perhaps they'd both be naked, tangled up together in post-coital bliss. He shivered the thought out of his mind. The stakes had skyrocketed. Now it was serious. He had to win.

"So, does anyone want to back out because they don't like the new rules?" Zoey asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or should we play?" All six guys stayed glued to their chairs. Zoey smiled and vanished under the tablecloth.

The other girls came into the room, looking to see what everyone was up to. "Where's Zoey?" one of them asked.

"Hi Jasmine!" Zoey called out from under the table.

"Oh my God," Jasmine said. "Are you playing Stoneface?!"

"Yes ma'am," Zoey replied.

"Oh my God!" Jasmine was laughing. "The penis-only version, or the penis plus family jewels version?"

"Duh, what do you think?" Zoey asked.

"Wow, amazing," Jasmine said. "I love it. Who's winning?"

"We haven't started yet," Zoey said. "I just got under here."

"Wow," Jasmine. "Thank God we came in here when we did. I would *not* want to miss this." She leaned against the wall expectantly. The other girls in the room seemed similarly eager for the game to begin.

"Okay gentlemen," Zoey said. "Everyone drop your pants to your ankles. Underwear too, obviously." The boys all started unbuttoning flies and loosening belts, squirming awkwardly to pull their pants down while keeping their lower halves hidden under the table-- although Zoey of course would be able to see all of them regardless.

Once everyone had their pants down Zoey started giggling. "Wow, I've got quite the view from under here," she said.

"No fair!" one of the other girls complained. "I want to see everyone's penis!"

"Well that's too bad," Zoey said. "That's not how Stoneface works." She spent another moment taking in the view. "Guys, you all need to slide forward in your seats, so that your boy parts hang off the edge of your chair. Otherwise I don't have enough access." The guys did what they were told. They seemed nervous; while there was a lot of chatter from the girls in the room, the boys were keeping quiet.

"Much better," Zoey said. Colin could sense her shifting around under the table, surveying him and his friends. "Geez, a couple of you guys are huge."

The boys all glanced around at each other furtively, clearly wondering who she was talking about. Colin had seen a few of his friends naked before, in locker rooms or while getting changed for pool parties, but he wasn't sure who Zoey was referring to. He hoped it wasn't Austin.

It was surreal to imagine the scene under the table-- Colin and five of his closest friends naked from the waist down, sitting on the edge of their chairs with their genitals hanging out in the open, potentially just inches from Zoey's face, for her to do whatever she wanted with. The image filled him with all kinds of strange feelings, and he blinked a few times to get it out of his head.

"All right, well, let the game begin!" Zoey said. At first Colin was confused that nothing seemed to be happening, but then he realized things probably *were* happening, he just didn't know about them. He needed to focus. He scanned his friends' faces, looking for any subtle tell that Zoey was doing something to them below the table. He could hear her shifting around beneath them, even though there was no way to know which direction she was facing or what she was doing. It seemed like she was leaving long intervals between each action, so that the boys wouldn't be able to anticipate when something was going to happen.

Without any warning Colin felt two hard finger flicks, first into one testicle and then the other. Even though he was supposed to be prepared for it, he was caught off guard and almost jolted in his seat, but caught himself in time. He saw why this game would be hard-- you had to be laser-focused on all the other guys, but at the same time you had to be braced so that if Zoey did something to *you*, you wouldn't give it away. It was a difficult balance to strike.

Plus, another reason the game would be hard had just become all too obvious. Zoey's finger flicks had seemed exploratory, like she was testing out some equipment before making proper use of it. Even so, it had fucking *hurt*. Colin realized it had been a long time since he had been properly hit in the balls, and maybe he hadn't quite remembered how awful it felt. But he had to lock in. He would do whatever it took to win this game.

Some more time passed where Colin could tell that Zoey was intermittently doing stuff to other guys at the table (though he couldn't tell what). Then-- from the perspective of anyone above the table, apparently in response to nothing-- Hal leaned back and closed his eyes, and a faint moan escaped his lips. "Mmmm," he mumbled.

"Hal!" several guys shouted at once.

"Fuck," Hal muttered, leaning forward again.

"Oh my God, Hal!" Zoey called from under the table. "That was nothing! I gave your dick like two light strokes."

"I know," Hal said, covering his eyes and blushing. "Fuck. I haven't gotten laid in months, I'm so sensitive down there right now."

"Hal, you should have rubbed one out before the game started," one of the girls in the room said.

"I probably would have, if I had known," Hal grumbled.

"Well Hal is down to two lives," Zoey said. "And seems like he might not last too long in this game. Which maybe is for the best, because whoever ends up sleeping in my room tonight, I'm hoping he'll be able to last for a nice long time."

Comments like this from Zoey were driving Colin crazy. Normally she was nowhere near this forward or flirty or sexual. He wanted her so bad, and she had never given stronger signals that she was available for the having.

Some more time passed without Colin noticing any reactions from the other guys. Then he felt a small, feminine hand wrap around his penis, and he almost lost it right there. He was desperately trying to remain stonefaced while simultaneously processing that Zoey's-- not just some random pretty girl's, but Zoey's-- hand was holding his dick, when, after a couple seconds, he realized he had misunderstood. Zoey had only grasped his penis to lift it up and out of the way, and then delivered a firm backhand into his exposed balls.

In any other situation he would have jumped a foot in the air or cried out or folded in his chair or all of the above-- but he just barely managed to hold it together. He remained sitting calmly with no expression on his face, his hands folded neatly on the table, and no one suspected a thing. But under the table his balls were absolutely killing him, and he could hear Zoey quietly laughing to herself as she turned in the direction of some other guy.

A little later, Colin heard a soft 'smack' sound from underneath the table, and Tyler sprang out of his chair (with no concern for the fact that his pants and boxer briefs were still around his ankles), bending at the waist and awkwardly tumbling to the ground.

"Fuuuuuuuck," he moaned, squatting with his hands at his crotch, his face twisted up in pain. "Uuughhhhhhh, shit."

Colin was surprised at how extreme Tyler's reaction was. He had just gotten his own balls smacked a moment ago, and while it had *fucking sucked*, he'd been able to keep his composure, without even his face twitching. But maybe Zoey had hit Tyler a bit harder, or maybe it had just landed in a particularly bad way. Colin had always felt like the back part of his own balls was extra sensitive; maybe Zoey just happened to get Tyler right in that worst possible spot.

"Uh, I think it was Tyler," Tommy said jokingly.

"Oh my God, Tyler, that wasn't even that bad," Zoey said, peeking out from under the table to look at him on the floor. "That was, like, a normal sack tap."

"Fuck it, I don't care," Tyler said, his face red and his voice a little rough. "I'm done. Deal me out."

"But you still have two lives left," Zoey said.

"Oooooo," Tyler moaned, rubbing his balls. "I don't care. Not worth it. You guys have fun though." He waddled over gingerly to the side of the room and leaned against a wall to watch the rest of the game, only remembering after a moment that he needed to pull his pants up-- which he did frantically, his face becoming red; but everyone had already gotten a good look by then.

"Geez, Tyler has really sensitive balls," Jasmine said.

"We all do," Caleb muttered under his breath, annoyed, but it seemed like several of the girls had heard him because they laughed.

The game continued, with some of the guys losing a life now and then. Zoey started getting more creative in trying to get reactions out of them-- using different kinds and amounts of pressure when she was pleasuring them, giving teasing touches with her fingers or tongue, using one hand to give light fingertip-strokes up and down their scrotums while simultaneously using her other hand to give long, slow, firm strokes along the whole length of their cocks. For the guys, it was heaven and hell wrapped into one. They had discovered that Zoey was masterful with male genitalia, but the inability to react in any way as she used her charms on them made trying to enjoy her attentions agonizing.

"All right, it's time to take things up a notch," Zoey said from beneath the table. "It's supposed to get harder as it goes!" Colin was nervous about what that meant, but he was fully committed to winning no matter what.

The room was silent for 30 seconds, 60 seconds, two minutes, going on three-- and then Austin leaned his head back and moaned. "Ohhhh, that's nice" he sighed. Colin heard Austin's dick pop out of Zoey's mouth, and then he heard her slap his thigh.

"Austin!" she said, in a slightly flirtier voice then she had otherwise been using. "Now you're down to two lives."

"Fellas," Austin said, "she's been sucking my dick for what felt like an hour, and then she started kneading my balls with her hand-- fuck, if she hadn't stopped I would have come right down her throat." Colin felt insanely jealous-- while Zoey had been touching his penis throughout the game, she had only put it in her mouth once, and just for a moment, clearly trying to get him with the element of surprise; as far as he could tell, no one else had gotten such a long and luxurious blow job as Austin just had.

Nothing happened for a stretch; it seemed like Zoey was increasing the length of time between each action she took, to build anticipation and make it harder to predict when something would happen. Then Colin heard an outrageously loud 'splat' sound, the sound of a bare hand hitting a bare ballsack with astonishing force. Earlier in the game, you could now and then hear a dull thud as Zoey smacked her hand into some unfortunate guy's nads, but nothing like this. Colin was shocked at how loud it was, and he unwittingly let out a faint gasp.

"Colin!" a couple guys called out, although they looked a little worried. Colin shrugged. "It wasn't me," he said. He couldn't believe that whoever just had his sack slapped like that was still sitting at the table with a straight face. He felt bad knowing that one of his friends must be in mind-crushing agony right now, but had to pretend everything was fine.

In surprisingly quick succession a second 'splat' rang out in the room, just as solid-sounding and vicious as the first. But this time there was no mystery who had been on the receiving end. Tommy yelped and fell from his chair, rocking back and forth on the ground and whimpering in a thin, high-pitched tone.

"Tommy is down to one life!" Zoey called out excitedly, more focused on the game than on the boy she had just caused to experience unbearable agony.

"Geez, who got hit just before that?" one of the girls asked.

"It was me," Hal choked out, his voice hoarse and hollow. His jaw was clenched and he was gripping the edge of the table with his fingers, his whole body shaking in his chair.

"Awww, poor Hal," Jasmine said.

"Wow, Hal, that was a heroic effort," Penny added. "I'm impressed."

Zoey poked her head out from under the tablecloth. "Hal you can roll around on the floor and cry now like Tommy if you want," she said. "You already evaded detection."

"Nope," Hal croaked. "I'm good."

Zoey shrugged. "Suit yourself," she said. She went back under the table, and while she did Colin could see her sending a text. Then he watched Jasmine check her phone and smile; she slipped into the kitchen and came back with a long, heavy wooden serving spoon, which she snuck under the table to Zoey. It seemed like Colin was the only one who saw it happen, and it made him awfully nervous.

Once Tommy got back in his seat, Zoey said "Okay, let's take it up another notch! It's gonna keep getting harder until we have a winner!" Most of the guys at the table looked pale with dread (and a couple of them extra pale with still-aching testicles)-- except for Austin, who looked calm and unconcerned, smiling pleasantly at his friends.

At first it seemed like Zoey was taking it easy on the boys. For a little while she mostly went back to touching their penises, with the occasional sack tap to try catching one of them off guard. But eventually, the spoon came into play. Colin was bracing himself to be stoic, thinking he was likely up next. But instead, he heard a new sound: the whoosh of the wooden spoon rushing through the air, and then a loud, disconcerting 'thwack' as it connected.

"Oooooooooouuuughh," Caleb groaned, his voice starting low-pitched and slowly modulating up a couple octaves. He lurched forward but caught himself on the table, managing to remain in his chair (which, it would turn out, might have been a mistake). But he looked awful. His whole body was shaking, he was pale, with sweat forming on his forehead, and his normally handsome face was twisted up into an ugly mask of absolute pain. "Fuck," he mouthed, his voice hardly even a whisper. "Ooohhhhhhh, fuck me." He put his head down and banged the table with his fist in frustration.

"Ouchies, right in the off buttons," Penny said, observing from the side of the room.

"I mean, I think there's been a lot of 'right in the off buttons' during this game," another girl said.

"Yeah, but that one looked *real* bad," Penny said, craning her neck to get a better view of Caleb's suffering.

"Caleb's down to his last life!" Zoey called from under the table. "Okay, everyone ready?"

"Uh, maybe we can give our friend Caleb a second," Tommy said, looking over in concern.

"I mean, that's not really how the game works," Zoey said, invisible under the table.

"It's okay," Caleb choked out, raising his head and trying to smile. But there were tears in his eyes and the smile came out kind of lopsided. "I'm all right." His voice sounded very shaky.

"Okay, see? Great," Zoey said. "The game continues!"

She had been in the habit of leaving a lot of time in between each action, but now she went again right away. She sent the spoon whooshing through the air again so that the hard, solid back of it slammed, for the second time in just a couple minutes, into Caleb's tender, aching ballsack.

"AAAAGGghhhhhhhhhhhh," Caleb cried, falling out of his chair and thrashing around on the floor, his legs kicking wildly, one hand hovering over his bare crotch (in too much pain to even hold his balls) and one hand covering his face. "Ooohhhhhhhhhh no," he groaned, his voice breaking with sobs, "Noooo no no no no no no."

"Caleb is out of the game!" Zoey declared. "Unless anyone thinks it was someone else who failed to be stonefaced just now." She laughed at her own joke.

"Honestly Zoey, that was fucked up," Tyler said. "You just whacked the shit out of his nuts and he was obviously not okay. You didn't have to immediately get him a second time just as hard. That was so fucking mean."

"Don't be a hater," Zoey said. "That's how the game is played. You gotta go for the boys with the most vulnerable testicles. Don't start whining because I'm playing strategically."

Caleb lay moaning on the floor for a while, but eventually he mustered the strength to crawl off into a corner, where he finally pulled his pants back up and sat hunched over with his lower back against the wall, his face still scrunched up in pain.

"Okay, four players left," Zoey announced. "Now I've really gotta start getting creative."

She was silent, either because she was trying to build anticipation or because she was thinking of what to do next. Then Colin heard her shifting around under the table; for some reason, she was rearranging her body into a completely different orientation. He didn't know what it meant, but it made him nervous.

It didn't take long for Zoey's idea to become clear. Colin was scanning the other guys' faces while simultaneously bracing himself. Then Tommy gasped and his eyes shot wide open.

"Oh!!" he cried out. "Ohhhh, my God, fuck." He half closed his eyes and shifted down slightly in his chair. "Mmmmm, Jesus," he said.

"There goes Tommy's last life," Zoey said, giggling. Tommy's face was still taut, like he was trying hard to keep his shit together.

"Zoey, what did you do to make him react like that??" Jasmine asked, impressed and curious.

"It's still happening," Zoey said through a giggle. "I'm--"

"Zoey, shhhh, shut up," Tommy said desperately, his body still quivering with pleasure.

"I'm rubbing his dick between my feet," Zoey said. Now the rest of the girls started giggling too.

"Oh my God, Tommy's into feet??" one of them asked.

"Yeah, Ella told me all about it once," Zoey said. Ella was Tommy's ex-girlfriend.

"Zoey!" Tommy cried, his face turning red. "That's a secret!"

"Oops," Zoey said. "Well, not anymore."

"Ugh, I can't believe Ella told you that," Tommy said. Zoey had stopped toying with him, and he was looking down at the table with his hands over his eyes, his face bright red.

"Oh, don't act surprised," Zoey said. "You know girls always talk about that kind of stuff." Colin could sense her moving slightly under the table, leaning back so that her weight was resting on her elbows. "Wow, I should have been sitting like this for more of the game. I could have been dishing out some of these--"

She shot her foot up and kicked it square into Tommy's balls. "OOOooooooooo!" he half-moaned half-squeeled in surprise, folding immediately at the waste and slumping in his chair. "Fuuuuuck, ughhh. Shit."

Zoey was laughing under the table. "Got you!" she said. "Boy, I wish I could have seen your face on that one."

"Ugggghh, Zoey, what the fuck?" Tommy asked, his voice weak. "I already lost, why did you have to kick me there like that?"

"Oh, come on," Zoey said. "I only kicked, like, medium-hard. Don't be such a baby."

"Ugh, fuck," Tommy said under his breath, gingerly rubbing his balls. "That was really mean."

"Okay, well, *sorry*; I thought you would like it," Zoey said. "Ella told me how much you love it when girls touch your balls with their feet." Now the other girls in the room were openly laughing, and Tommy's face became even more red. He stood up too quickly and stumbled because of the ache in his balls, then slunk over to the side of the room to watch the rest of the game.

"You know guys, I feel bad for Zoey," Hal said thoughtfully.

"You feel bad for *Zoey*?" Tyler half-shouted.

"Yeah," Hal continued. "I mean, just think about it. She obviously needs some cock in the worst way. She must be so thirsty for it, to devise this whole little game. This must be her dream-- to be surrounded by a bunch of dicks staring her right in the face. It's kind of sad, don't you think?"

Everyone in the room was laughing at Hal's bit. "Oh my Goood, Hal, stoooooop," Zoey said from under the table, but she was laughing along with everyone else.

"And to think," Hal continued, shaking his head like it was just such a shame, "that she resorted to taking advantage of her friends. This whole time, she's been undressing us with her eyes every chance she had, yearning for all of our naked bodies. And finally her lust grew so strong she couldn't take it anymore, and she had to cook up this scheme so that she could finally see all of our packages and touch all of our cocks. It's sort of sick, when you think about it."

"Hal!!" Zoey shrieked, as the laughter in the room kept building.

"I shudder to think," Hal went on, "of all the times Zoey rushed home right after seeing us, lay down on her bed, ripped her skirt off, and furiously rubbed her own pussy as she closed her eyes and imagined--"

"Hal, I will *annihilate* your ball bag," Zoey cut in, but her tone was good-natured, and she was partially laughing as she spoke. "I will whack it so hard that your *toes* will feel like they got hit in the testicles."

"--imagined going down a line of her closest guy friends, putting each of our dicks in her mouth one by one, until--"

Colin could hear the wooden spoon whoosh through the air and smash into something soft and yielding, and the impact sounded notably harder and more vicious than any of Zoey's previous strikes. Hal made a sound like a gasp, but it was modulated by something rough and awful getting caught in his throat. He collapsed from his chair and landed in a heap on the floor.

"Aaaaauuuooooooghhhhh," Hal half moaned, half shrieked. "Noooo no no no no no no." His face was strained and red, and his voice was thick with regret. The guys had abruptly stopped laughing, but all the girls started laughing harder. Zoey peeked her head out from beneath the tablecloth to observe her handiwork, and smirked at Hal.

"Got you!" she said brightly.

"Nooo, stop. Stop," Hal pleaded. "Don't don't don't don't."

"What do you mean, 'don't'?" Jasmine said through her laughter. "It already happened, numb nuts! There's no taking it back now."

"Ooohhhhhhhhh," Hal moaned. He shakily raised himself onto all fours, his butt lifted up slightly in the air. His pants were still around his ankles, and his nads hung conspicuously behind him. Zoey's smirk intensified. She casually reached out from beneath the table and slapped Hal's ballsack with her bare hand. She only hit him with medium force compared to the blow she had landed with the spoon-- but still.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" Hal yelped in surprise, dismay, and anguish. "Oh oh oh oh oh!" He collapsed fully back onto the floor. "Noooo, no no no," he choked out. "Ohhh fuck."

"Well, Hal is out of the game," Zoey said, watching Hal rock back and forth on the floor, a smile on her face.

"Wait, but does that count?" Penny asked. "It wasn't really part of the game, because you announced who you were going to get before it happened."

"I think it's safe to say Hal is out either way," Zoey said, gesturing to his devastated form on the floor.

"Zoey, that was *meeeeeean*," one of the other girls said. "Don't you know how much it hurts boys when you hit them there?" In context the comment was obviously ironic, and several girls started snickering again.

"I mean, I tried to warn him!" Zoey said as she disappeared back under the table. "Maybe he'll learn to not be such a brat when he has so many ultra-sensitive nerve endings exposed to a girl who's not afraid to make use of them."

As Hal crawled off to the side of the room, Colin was becoming more and more excited. He was one of the final two guys in the game, and it seemed like he was actually in a great position to win.

At the same time, a thought was nagging at him. Colin knew that Austin had a terrible poker face, and he was almost certain that Zoey hadn't hit him in the balls even once this game. The thought annoyed Colin; he was giving his absolute all to win this game, but it would be so much unbelievably easier for Austin if he'd only had to contend with Zoey occasionally pleasuring his dick, while all the rest of them had received devastating strikes to the testicles.

"Okay, we're down to two players!" Zoey called out excitedly. She poked her head out from beneath the table again. "Wait, quick score check; how many lives do each of you have left?"

"I'm down to my last life, sorry to say," Austin responded pleasantly, leaning back in his chair without a care in the world.

"I'm still unscathed," Colin said, with a small proud smile. His heart was pounding in his chest; he was so close.

Zoey frowned. "Hold on, Colin, you haven't lost a single life yet?" she asked.

"That's right," he said, grinning down at her.

"Huh." She disappeared back under the table.

For a while nothing happened. Then Colin felt Zoey's small, cool hand wrap slowly and methodically around his scrotum. For a long moment she stayed like that, holding his balls firmly in her hand. Then, to Colin's horror, she started squeezing.

At first it was pretty bad; Colin had never before been in this position, where someone had their hand wrapped around his bare balls with the intent to squeeze them until he gave in. It felt awful. But he was determined to endure it, and even though his lower body was starting to twitch and shiver under the extreme discomfort Zoey was subjecting him to, above the table he kept a completely straight face.

Then she started really squeezing. There was no gradual ramp-up; she simply clamped down much harder. Colin's eyes nearly rolled back in his head, as an explosion of pain spiraled out from below his waist. He realized he simply could not physically endure this, especially as it became clear that Zoey had no intention whatsoever of stopping.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeee," he cried quietly, his voice faint as he was becoming lightheaded.

"Colin!" several girls called out excitedly. Zoey giggled from under the table, continuing to apply the unbearable pressure for a few moments longer then she needed to, before finally letting go.

"Ooof," Colin gasped, collapsing forward in his chair and breathing heavily. His face felt hot and damp, and his heart was throbbing in his chest.

"Okay, Colin's down to two lives," Zoey said.

"Wow, Zoey, were you squeezing his balls just now?" one of the girls asked.

"Yep!" Zoey said cheerfully. "I keep saying, the game gets tougher as it goes!"

"Damn, that's like a cheat code in this game," Jasmine said. "No man can endure having his testicles squeezed, if you do it hard enough."

"Exactly!" Zoey agreed from under the table. "If he's not giving in, you just squeeze harder. Simple."

Colin scowled as he rubbed his crotch beneath the table, embarrassed and annoyed by their commentary. But he took solace in the fact that he was already starting to feel better; the lingering pain from being squeezed receded quickly, compared to how long it lasted after receiving a direct strike to the nuts.

*Come on*, he told himself, *lock in. You're so close.* He took some deep breaths to regain his composure; he imagined Zoey naked, lying on her bed, looking up at him with an expression of desperate, impatient need. He started slowly moving his cock towards her, watching her mouth open and her eyes go wide as he came closer and closer to giving her exactly what she needed--

He was startled from his fantasy by a movement across the table. Austin had jolted a bit in his chair-- not much, but enough to be noticed-- and had a sheepish expression on his face. A few of the girls gasped softly.

*Oh my God*, Colin thought, his whole body flooding with adrenaline. *I won! I fucking won!* His mind was racing, overflowing with thought after thought about the night ahead, about all the different ways he would touch Zoey, about the faces she would make as they were having sex, about waking up in bed next to her tomorrow morning. It was all really going to happen. It was all--

"Sorry," Zoey's disembodied voice called out from under the table. "That doesn't count. I just brushed against his penis by accident, I didn't mean to."

A huge weight dropped in Colin's stomach. It felt, in a weirdly literal way, like a kick in the balls. "What??" he cried. "What do you mean it doesn't count??"

"It wasn't on purpose," Zoey said, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "So, not part of the game."

"Who cares if it was on purpose?" Colin said. "You touched him and he reacted. That means he loses a life. It's not that complicated."

"Colin, don't be a dick," Zoey said. "I'm just making the game fair."

"You've got to be kidding," Colin said. "How do you expect us to--"

Below the table, Zoey smacked her hand into Colin's exposed balls nice and hard.

"Oooooooooo," he groaned, cut-off mid sentence, collapsing forward in his chair. A horrible ache was radiating out from his nads, spreading throughout his lower body. "Ugggghhhh, fuck," he moaned, his voice weak. Zoey hadn't used maximum possible force, but she still got him plenty good, and he had been caught completely off guard.

"Okay well, now Colin's down to his last life," Zoey said, as a couple of the other girls snickered. Colin was cursing himself under his breath; he had been so focused for the whole game, and now he'd lost his composure over a relatively light hit.

"Two boys left, both down to their last life!" Zoey called out. "It all comes down to this!"

*Come on*, Colin thought to himself. *This is it. Just keep a straight face, no matter what. You're so close. No matter what happens, do not react.*

He could hear Zoey shifting around under the table, like she had done earlier. Then, after a pause, he felt her gently tap her bare foot against his sack, giggling to herself as she did so, as if something extremely funny was about to happen. A jolt of panic coursed through his body. He knew what was about to happen; he braced himself.

BAM! Zoey's foot slammed into his plums underneath the table. In his head he gasped and shrieked, his whole nervous system on fire. It hurt much, much worse than he had expected, and that's saying something. But he mustered every bit of resolve he had, and outwardly he did not react.

BAM! Zoey's foot rocketed into his nads again, just as hard as the first time. It came as a devastating surprise and a horrible shock to his system. His whole body locked up reflexively. He clenched his lips together, trying to stop his jaw from trembling as the agony ransacked his being.

BAM! BAM! BAM! Zoey kicked him three more times, depositing her foot into his genitals with merciless, casual efficiency. *Ooooooooooo fuuuuck,* Colin screamed in his head, each kick delivering new, previously unimagined waves of suffering. But he continued to keep a straight face.

BAM! Zoey's foot made a loud, sickening 'thud' each time it slammed into Colin's ballsack. By now it was clear to everyone in the room what was going on under the table; and all the girls, at least, new that it wouldn't be happening to Austin.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! Colin's whole body was trembling like he was made of jello. He glanced around the room in horror; the guys were looking away, but the girls were all looking right at him, making eye contact and smirking. Any of them could have called him out for reacting and put a stop to it, but they all chose to remain silent and let Zoey keep going.

BAM! BAM! BAM! Colin could hear Zoey grunting softly with effort as she put her whole body into each kick. Every strike of her foot was making deep, solid, perfect contact; it felt like she was repeatedly swinging a hammer into the absolute center of his being. He ached from his head down to his toes; his testicles were sending liquid-hot waves of pain directly to his brain.

BAM! Zoey gave him another hard kick, then she quickly re-shifted herself underneath the table, picked up the wooden spoon, and absolutely slammed it into Colin's nuts, striking up from below and aiming slightly towards the back of his sack, to make sure she got him in the most tender, sensitive part, connecting with the maximum number of nerve endings.

SPLAT! An incredibly loud sound echoed in the room.

"OOOOOOOOoooooooooooo," Colin cried, falling from his chair, tears in his eyes. The new wave of pain from the impact of the spoon-- brighter, sharper, more white-hot-- had been just surprising enough and just awful enough to be the last straw. He lay on the floor, half-crying half-choking, thrashing around, searching fruitlessly for a position that provided even the slightest relief from the all-consuming agony. Zoey had thoroughly, utterly rang his bells.

Colin lay on the floor in a trance-like state of pure suffering. He only vaguely perceived the next few minutes, in which Zoey announced (with evident excitement) that Austin had won the game, and all the girls cheered. Slowly everyone dispersed, leaving Colin curled up alone on the dining room floor.

He lay there for a while before he was able to get up. It was very late, and he was too tired and too agonized to drive home. He slunk through the house in a daze, stepping gingerly so that his balls wouldn't bounce in his underwear. He found a couch pushed up against a wall and collapsed onto it, intending to fall asleep as soon as possible. But after only a moment he was jolted awake by the unmistakable sound of Zoey moaning in pleasure.

His eyes shot open. The couch was right outside Zoey's bedroom. The walls must have been paper thin, because he could hear Zoey and Austin in there perfectly. He could hear them enjoying each other's bodies, starting slowly, gradually ramping up through more and more passionate foreplay. He could hear Zoey's appreciative murmurs about how amazing Austin's body was, could hear how her voice caught in her throat as she got more and more worked up. He was all but certain he heard the exact moment Austin slid his dick inside her for the first time, as she gasped and then moaned with new, previously unexpressed pleasure in her voice.

As Colin listened to the sounds Zoey made while Austin fucked her, he felt insanely jealous-- but maybe, he thought, Zoey was only this turned on because of the game they had played. Maybe it had been super erotic for her to interact with so many guys' genitals, and so in some small way she was actually making sounds in reaction to *Colin's* body in addition to Austin's. But what difference did it make? Austin was the one who got to be in bed with her, who got to see her naked, who got to touch her bare breasts, who got to run his hands up and down her body, who got to bury his cock deep inside her. And Colin was stuck on the other side of this wall, tantalizingly close but in practical terms infinitely far away.

Though it filled him with an unbearable swell of jealousy, listening to Austin and Zoey have sex was also turning him on like crazy. He slid his hand into his underwear and started to touch himself. But his balls were too sore, and as he got more turned on and started to rub his penis more vigorously, it caused a renewed sickening ache to emanate from his testicles. He grunted in frustration; he couldn't even have *this*, this pathetic consolation prize. He took his hands out of his pants and lay their miserably, bone-tired but wired awake listening to the noises coming from Zoey's room.