Sleepover With The Girls

For his entire life, Colin had always been closer with girls than with other guys. He had friendly relationships with guys, but for whatever reason his closest friends had always played for the other team, so to speak. He wasn't really sure why things had turned out like that, but he didn't particularly mind. It could, however, cause some awkwardness in certain situations.

There were three girls he was especially close with: Liz, Cassidy, and Isabell. The four of them had been a tight-knit quad for as long as anyone could remember. Their other friends sometimes thought it was weird that such a close group was made up of three girls and one guy, but at a certain point it was so familiar that no one thought twice about it.

The three girls were all extroverted, outgoing, and somewhat mischievous. Colin was a bit more on the shy side, and he liked that the girls pushed him to be more fun and adventurous when he would normally choose to play things safe. They hung out as a group of four all the time.

One weekend night, they were all sleeping over at Liz's house, which they did pretty often. Even though they were young and all had tons of hormones coursing through their bodies, they were close enough as to all be comfortable-- at least notionally-- with the intimacy of a co-ed sleepover. Colin wore a pair of extremely thin cotton pajama bottoms and a T-shirt made of the same material. The fabric was so sheer that in certain lighting it was almost see-through; at the very least one could tell that he wasn't wearing underwear beneath his pajamas.

The girls all wore short-shorts, paired with either an old worn-out t-shirt or a thin tank top. None of them wore a bra, and in their minimal clothing that fact was quite apparent. Even though he only thought of any of them as close friends, Colin couldn't help but take notice. For their part, the girls were certainly aware of the effect their casual state of dress had on him, and they enjoyed subtly toying with that dynamic, although they would only ever say so behind his back. At the same time, they certainly didn't mind looking at him either, with only thin, clingy cotton separating their roaming eyes from his naked body.

As was often the case in the group, Colin was content for everyone to sit around and hang out without really doing anything in particular, but the girls found that boring, and always wanted to be getting up to something. They were in Liz's basement, which had some intimidating looking exercise equipment in a back corner.

"Colin, why don't you do some reps for us?" Isabell suggested. The other two girls agreed enthusiastically. The girls often suggested that he do various kinds of physical activities while they watched, and although at first he thought this was kind of weird, by now it seemed pretty normal. The truth of the matter was, Colin was very athletic, and had a pretty amazing body, and the girls loved watching him use it. It was an open secret among the three of them that they all thought Colin was really hot, and they would conspire together to get him to show off his body in various ways.

"All right," he agreed with a shrug, figuring if they thought that would be fun it was okay by him. He walked over to a confusing looking machine. There was a platform about four feet off the ground, just below eye-level, connected to a system of straps and pulleys. "What's this one?" He asked.

Liz came over to help him. "That's for squats," she said. "You stand up on this platform, and then you strap your wrists into these handles, You need someone to help you, because you won't be able to put the wrist straps on or take them off by yourself." Colin got up on the platform and Liz affixed the velcro straps tightly around his wrists. "Then the handles slide up and down with you to add resistance as you do squats."

Colin started to do some easy squats, as the three girls gathered behind him, smiling at the great view of his tight butt moving up and down right at their eye level. "Huh, I can see why they build the platform off the ground like this," Colin said. "It redistributes the resistance in a really nice way." He did a few more squats, and then, as he dipped a little lower into the next one, he heard a soft tearing sound coming from behind him. He stopped at the bottom of his squat, not sure what the sound was, and heard the girls behind him giggling; they were clearly on the verge bursting into uncontrollable laughter, and were trying to contain themselves.

Colin didn't understand what was going on-- and then, to his shock, he felt an air current on his bare scrotum. With horror, he realized what must have happened: the seam in his pajama bottoms had torn, and his balls had slipped out through the tear, so that they were now exposed in the open air, right in front of the girls. He quickly tried to pull his hands free, but he couldn't get out of the straps by himself. He was trapped in a squatting position with no way to get out.

He felt his face get beet red. "Uh, Liz?" He said sheepishly. "Could you help me get my hands free?"

Now that they saw he realized what had happened, the girls were laughing more openly. "Well, not so fast," Liz said-- Colin could hear in her tone that she was smirking. "Why don't we savor the moment here before we rush into anything."

"Oh my god, this is so embarrassing," Colin muttered under his breath.

The girls, however, were having a great time-- something exciting was finally happening. They were feasting their eyes on a part of Colin they had never gotten to see before and making teasing remarks to him from outside his field of vision.

"I know you wanted to show off to us and prove you're a man, but you didn't have to take it quite so literally!" Isabell said in a mocking tone.

"I was always taught that you're supposed to keep your private parts private, but I guess kids these days have no manners!" Cassidy said.

"Boy Colin, I don't know if I'll ever be able to look at you again without this mental image popping into my mind," Liz said, sounding somewhere between teasing and sincere.

"Do you girls have to do this? This is so embarrassing," Colin said miserably.

"Oh, come on Colin-- even you have to admit this is pretty funny," Isabell said.

Suddenly Cassidy got a bright look on her face. "Oh my God guys, do you know what would be *really* funny? If we hit his balls!" Liz and Isabell agreed enthusiastically.

Colin's eyes widened, although the girls couldn't see his face. "What??" He said in alarm.

"We could just give them a good solid thwack, it would be so easy!" Cassidy said, addressing the other girls as if Colin wasn't there.

"Sounds good to me!" Isabell agreed brightly.

"How would that be funny?" Colin asked indignantly.

"What do you mean how would it be funny?" Cassidy said as if this was a stupid question. "If we got you right where it counts? You would squeal and get all squirmy and your voice would get high pitched-- it would be hilarious!"

"Yeah, really Col," Isabell chimed in. "How do you not think that would be funny?"

"Girls, please--" Colin pleaded. "Please please please don't hit my balls."

"Wow, he *really* doesn't want us to!" Cassidy said, laughing.

Liz rolled her eyes. "Come on, Colin-- hitting a boy's testicles isn't that big a deal. I used to sack-tap guys all the time in school. And frankly, I don't think a guy's sack has ever been more tappable than this!" She laughed at her own joke, as did Cassidy and Isabell.

Colin was beginning to get really nervous. "You girls don't understand-- getting hit there hurts *so* badly."

"I'm going to have to agree with Liz on this one," Isabell said. "I've hit a lot of boys' ballsacks over the years, and it was always super funny. There was never such an easy target though!"

"Yeah Colin, I don't think you're considering this from our perspective," Cassidy added with an even, reasonable tone. "If you were standing back here looking at what we're looking at, you'd agree with us. Your babymakers are *so* vulnerable right now; it's really, really funny!"

With no further discussion, Cassidy brought her arm back behind her, and then swung it forward in a wide, fast arc, so that her hand smashed into Colin's completely unprotected balls. Her arm had accrued a lot of momentum, and she hit him hard-- perhaps even harder than she intended to.

"Oooooooo," Colin groaned, his voice an odd mixture of high pitched and low pitched at the same time. He couldn't see the girls at all, and so he had been totally surprised by Cassidy's strike. The three of them were hysterical at his reaction, doubled over at the waist, tears in their eyes from laughing so hard.

"Ohhhh, my balls," Colin choked out, his voice weak. All things considered, Cassidy certainly hadn't hit them as hard as she possibly could, but what really did it was the devastating accuracy. Colin had taken some shots to the nuts before, as pretty much any guy his age had, but those previous times had never been so point-blank. For one thing, he was always wearing pants, which absorbed some of the impact and reduced the accuracy; and normally he would have been able to flinch, which often led to a glancing blow. Even so, those previous incidents had been incredibly painful-- but this was definitely the worst he'd gotten it in the balls his whole life. He had never had the experience of being completely immobilized, totally unable to defend himself-- with the target made visible so it couldn't possibly be missed-- while someone else took the time to line up the shot and deliver their hand directly into the center-point of his ballsack. He really wanted to curl up and cup his aching nuts in his hand, but he was unable to move.

The girls were just catching their breath after laughing too hard to be able to speak. "Wow, Cassidy, great shot," Liz said, wiping tears from her eyes. "You connected so solidly! I wish I could have seen the look on his face when your hand made contact."

"Oh my God," Isabell said, still giggling, taking slow breaths to regain her composure. "I don't even understand-- why is that so funny??"

"I think it's a couple things," Liz said, taking the question seriously. "First of all, it's just funny that boys have balls in the first place. I mean, he looks so silly with them hanging out of his pjs like that."

"Hey!" Colin called out. He still felt very achey, but the worst of it had passed.

"But I think the real crux of why it's so funny," Liz went on thoughtfully, "is that it's this one spot you can hit a guy that's so completely different from hitting him anywhere else. Like, imagine you had no idea that testes were so sensitive, and for whatever reason you had a guy stand there and then smacked him in a bunch of random places. You could hit his shoulder, his ribcage, his bicep, his thigh, his back, and you'd get pretty much the same mild reaction every time. But then, if, choosing random places, you just so happened to hit him right between the legs, you'd get a *completely* different reaction! It'd be like you had just discovered a secret button that causes a guy to instantly collapse into a heap on the floor. It would be pretty delightful."

"Wow," Isabell said, laughing. "I never thought of it like that!"

"I mean," Liz said with a smile, "to illustrate the point--" she brought her hand back and slapped Colin's protruding butt incredibly hard. His pajama bottoms were so thin that her hand made a cartoonishly loud slapping sound, as if it had been skin-on-skin contact.

"Ow!" He cried out, still unable to see anything other than the wall in front of him. "That hurt!"

"Yeah, sure it hurt, but in the same way that getting hit in the arm hurts," Liz said. "Like, if you slapped *my* butt that hard, it would hurt me too, in the same way, but it wouldn't really be that big a deal. But, in comparison--" Liz took a moment to smile impishly at the other girls, and then slapped Colin again, just as hard, wickedly hard-- except this time, instead of his butt, she slapped his testicles. An even louder, more exaggerated 'splat' sound bounced off the basement walls as her hand made contact with his bare scrotum.

Colin gasped. "Eeeeeeee," he squealed. "Oh oh oh oh! Oh my God, no. Fuck. Ohhhh." He squirmed in place, wracked with agony but still immobilized by the straps.

For a moment the two other girls looked shocked, but they soon burst into renewed fits of laughter.

"--when you hit him in this one special place," Liz continued nonchalantly, "it's a big fucking deal! Like, if you slapped *me* between the legs that hard, it would hurt, but not really in a different way than getting slapped in the ass hurts, and I would be fine. Colin, on the other hand--" she glanced back at his groaning, wriggling form with a smile-- "well, I guess it speaks for itself. I think that's why it's so funny."

"Wow Liz, you should write a thesis on the subject!" Cassidy said jokingly.

"She really makes a good point, though," Isabell said thoughtfully. 'It *is* really funny that you can do that to him just by hitting his boy parts."

The three girls kept chatting for a while, and Colin slowly recovered, praying they wouldn't choose to hit his balls any more, since he was completely helpless to do anything about it. After a while they undid the wrist straps and helped him down from the machine. He had to lie down on the couch for a while, his hands inside his pajama pants cupping his tender nads. He was a little upset that the girls had hurt him so badly, but the truth was this was the sort of thing they often got up to, and he wasn't very surprised by it or very angry. Most of the time, he liked hanging out with them because of their inclination towards mischief and naughtiness. He just wished it hadn't manifested in hitting him the balls. Mostly he felt embarrassed, that the girls had seen his ballsack and made such a show about how vulnerable it was.

But as the night went on, and as he slowly recovered from the ache in his pants, the thoughts didn't last very long. He was used to this kind of dynamic from the girls, even if it had never yet taken the form of something quite so painful and humiliating.

By the time a couple hours had passed, he was feeling back to normal and the earlier events seemed like the distant past. Once again, the girls were restless and wanted something fun to do. One of them suggested they play twister, which, among the three of them, was a favorite activity. Colin never quite got it-- it seemed like a game meant for children. But he chalked it up to their quirkiness, and as with most things, was happy to oblige them.

The truth was, the girls liked playing Twister with Colin mostly for the chance to rub up against him and see his body contort in different revealing postures. It was particularly enticing at a sleepover where everyone was wearing such insubstantial clothing.

At the same time, the girls were very competitive, and they didn't like losing. Though he didn't take it very seriously, Colin was very good at the game-- he was extremely athletic and flexible, and he could meet the game's physical demands much better than the girls could. This created a slightly odd dynamic where the three girls were excited to be playing an intimate game with Colin but also got annoyed if he was beating them.

Which he soon was. All three of the girls had needed to bail on their positions multiple times while Colin still had a perfect score.

"Oh my God Colin, will you just break your hold already? You're leaving us in the dust," Cassidy said with annoyance.

"Oh, you're just jealous of my Twister skills," Colin said mockingly.

He had his feet close together on two adjacent green circles, with one hand stretched out to the side. Cassidy was crouched down right behind him. She noticed that because of the angle at which he was standing, the tear in the back of his pjs was slightly open, and she could see inside, where, through his legs, she could just make out the bottom of his sack and the tip of his penis hanging down below it. Impulsively, she quickly snaked her hand into his pjs through the hole and grabbed his naked package for a moment before letting go.

Colin was caught completely off-guard and jumped in surprise, letting out a soft and awkward "oh!"

"Hah!" Liz said triumphantly. "You broke your hold! That's a point against Colin."

"That's not fair!" Colin protested, blushing. "Cassidy grabbed my private parts!"

"Doesn't matter," Liz said. "A break is a break."

Colin didn't say anything. He felt a bit of a rush having Cassidy touch him there, and he didn't want to make the situation weird. He knew they were all just friends. Cassidy was silent too. She had acted without thinking, even surprising herself, but it was certainly true that she had been yearning to touch Colin's genitals for a long time, and now she had. She sat there replaying in her mind what it felt like to have his parts in her hand for that brief moment.

The game went on though, and their feelings were soon lost in the fray. Colin continued to beat the girls handily, and he started to have a good time with it, taunting them with mild trash-talk, which made them even more annoyed. Eventually they had all lost more than ten points, while he had still lost just the one.

He was in a difficult position, with his legs spread wide, and it was his turn on the spinner.

"Right hand red," Liz announced.

He had to lean far forward to make the move, which he was able to do fairly easily for how physically difficult it was. But as he leaned forward, his balls slipped out of the hole in the back of his pjs without him noticing, hanging conspicuously below his butt as he bent over.

Liz was turned the other way and didn't see, but Isabell and Cassidy exchanged a knowing look.

"I guess it's just not fair for you girls, since I'm so much better at this than you," Colin taunted them. "None of you could hold this pose for more than a couple seconds, but for me it's easy."

"Is that so?" Isabell asked. She had abandoned her pose at the beginning of the round and was sitting on her butt right behind Colin, reclining back onto her elbows.

"It sure seems that way to me," Colin said.

"Somehow I have a feeling that you're going to collapse onto the floor very soon," Isabell said innocently.

"I wouldn't count on it," Colin said confidently. "I feel great. It doesn't hurt at all."

"Huh," Isabell said. "Well the thing is, sometimes things can start hurting very suddenly." She grinned at Cassidy, who nodded approvingly, and then, still leaning back on her elbows, she cocked her leg at the knee, held it there for a moment, and then unleashed it like a compressed spring, so that it shot up lightning fast underneath Colin's butt, the top of her bare foot smashing hard into Colin's exposed balls with a sickening thud.

"Ooooooo," Colin moaned in a low voice, collapsing immediately to the floor. Once again he was caught completely by surprise. He curled into a tight ball, rocking back in forth in agony, clutching miserably at his battered nads. He tried to speak but he had no voice; the words came out in a faint, hoarse whisper. "Oh my God," he breathed, his face red with pain. "My-- my balls. Ohh, fuck. Oh fuck. Ohhhh no. Jesus Christ."

Isabell and Cassidy were rolling around on the floor, laughing hysterically. Liz had been facing the other way, and quickly turned around, eyes wide. "What happened??" She asked excitedly.

"Well I gave him a good solid kick in the testicles, of course," Isabell said cheerfully. "Serves him right for being such a brat."

"Yes!" Cassidy agreed, her eyes bright. "Colin, you totally deserved that." He could only groan miserably in response.

"Hey Colin, does it hurt?" Isabell asked mockingly. "Sorry about that-- did I get you? Did it hurt a lot when I kicked you there? Sorry Colin, I must have forgotten that when you kick a boy in his testicles it hurts him really badly. That's my bad-- somehow it just slipped my mind that if I smashed my foot into your balls, it would cause you unspeakable agony. I don't know how I forgot about that."

The other girls were laughing harder than ever at Isabell's ridicule. When their laughter was under control enough to speak again they joined in.

"Hey Colin, remember when Isabell kicked your nuts into your throat?" Cassidy asked. "It was like three minutes ago. I'm not sure if you'd remember or not." Colin was still completely incapacitated on the ground, still at the apex of his agony, which would last for a while. "Remember? Your nads were hanging out the back of your pjs, and Isabell gestured to me that she was going to kick them, and then she launched her foot into your babymakers *super* hard."

"Hey Colin, why don't you get up?" Liz said, a smirk on her face. "I mean, I know you got kicked in the testicles, but why don't you just shake it off and stand up? Is something stopping you? I mean, I know that your balls are sensitive, but are you really saying that just because Isabell gave them a soft little kick with her foot, you really can't stand up at all?"

"It wasn't soft," Cassidy corrected her, grinning. "It was *really* hard!"

"Oh, I see, Isabell kicked you in the balls really hard," Liz said with exaggerated understanding. "Well, still, why don't you just stand up? If Isabell had kicked *me* between the legs that hard, I would just shake it off and get up. Is something wrong? Why does getting your testicles kicked really hard mean you can't get back to the game?"

The three of them continued teasing him until they got bored of it. Eventually they left him lying there to go play video games without him-- even though they knew that was his favorite thing to do-- because he needed a long time to recover. By the time he did recover, it was late, and time to go to sleep. He slept soundly, but he had strange dreams. He dreamed that his three best friends kept hitting his balls, and then laughing about it. By the time he woke up, it was a bit hard to tell what had been a dream and what had been real.