Volunteering For Emily; Part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No way," he said firmly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's up?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I interrupted him with a hard smack to his testicles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes," I said flatly.

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

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

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

"Yes," I said.

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

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