Getting It From The Girls

Colin was excited for it to be Friday night. He had a tight-knit friend group, and every week he looked forward to the weekend, when he got to hang out with his friends, often into the early hours of the morning. Being with a large group of his friends made him feel vital and alive, and he relished hanging out with them to a degree he would have been slightly embarrassed for anyone to fully understand.

He got to Alyssa's house-- a location decided through a barrage of afternoon group texts-- in the evening darkness, and felt his heart pounding in his chest as he walked up to the door. He felt a little sheepish feeling so buzzed just to see his friends, but he couldn't help it-- it was like this every week.

When he got inside he was quickly ushered down to the basement, where he was surprised to discover that it was a smaller group than he was expecting, and that, weirdly, there were no other guys. It was just Alyssa, him, and four other girls: Molly, Lyla, Taylor, and Nina.

"Where is everybody?" he asked casually.

"Oh, Scott and a bunch of them broke off and went to some roller derby thing," Alyssa said, rolling her eyes. "It's just the true homies here tonight." The other girls cheered in agreement.

Colin shrugged. He didn't mind-- he loved the whole group, and it was nice when it broke off into smaller parts. Plus, being the only guy there was vaguely exciting, even though he would have been mortified if any of them knew he felt that way. The girls had been playing cards, and Colin happily took a seat in the circle and joined the next hand.

With only one guy there, the conversation skewed decidedly more feminine. Colin didn't have much to contribute, but he was happy to be a fly on the wall, and his ears perked up as the girls began to talk almost as if he wasn't there-- about which boys they thought were cute, about where the line was when a bikini became too revealing. It wasn't the Friday-night hang he was expecting, but it had a surprising and exhilarating twinge to it that he was happy to be a part of.

Many hands of cards went by underneath the ecstatic conversation. Eventually it began to feel a bit stale, and a couple people suggested they do something else.

"What if we play one more hand, but add some spice to it?" Molly said with a smile.

The group oohed and aahed. "What kind of spice?" someone asked.

"Well..." Molly stalled, thinking. "Whoever loses the hand, everyone else picks something to happen to them!" The group murmured agreeably.

"Pretty open ended-- but I'm down!" Nina said. There were general nods of agreement.

Colin shifted his weight nervously. Somehow the extreme vagueness of the terms seemed to carry a slight sexual connotation to him; or maybe he was just projecting because he was the only guy in a group of very attractive young women.

The cards were dealt. Colin grimaced to see that he had a truly awful hand. The stakes certainly pumped new energy into the game; the conversation ebbed as everyone actually concentrated on playing well. It soon became clear that Colin and Lyla had way more cards than everyone else, and it was going to be a fight between them to see who could avoid coming in last. With just the two of them left, Colin seemed poised to prevail. He had just two cards remaining in his hand while Lyla had four. But when it came around to his turn, he was surprised to find that he couldn't do anything, and had to pass to her. She immediately played an impressive combination, getting rid of all her remaining cards in one go-- and just as she did so, Colin realized with annoyance that he had made a mistake, and that he could have made a creative play that would have gotten rid of his hand, and he would have won. But it was too late now-- he was the last one left holding cards.

The group cheered, excited that a loser had been crowned.

"Coliiiiiiiiiin," Molly cooed playfully. "It looks like you're on the hot seat."

Colin felt a bit nervous about what fate they would decide for him, but he was also distracted by his frustration that he had messed up the hand. Lyla was really cute-- they all were, truthfully, but Lyla had a certain thing that really appealed to him-- and he couldn't get over this idea that whatever they might have thought of to make Lyla do might have been, well, kind of hot.

'All right, what are we gonna do to him?" Alyssa asked.

"Something *bad*!" Taylor said excitedly. The girls all thought hard.

"I've got it!" Molly said, her face brightening. "We'll make him shave his head!"

"Yes!!" Several girls cried out.

"Ugh, no, that's no good," Taylor said, frowning and shaking her head. "That doesn't matter at all to a guy-- it'll just grow back in two weeks."

"I guess you're right," Molly said.

"Well, what's the meanest thing we can do to him?" Alyssa asked earnestly.

"Probably hitting him in the balls," Nina said casually, shrugging her shoulders.

A few of the girls gasped softly, and then they all got big, happy grins on their face.

"Oh my God Nina!" Alyssa said, barely able to contain her excitement. "That's so bad!"

"Well if you want to get him good, that's the best way I know," Nina said matter of factly.

"Uh...." Colin muttered, not sure what to say. The idea was a little scary, but the fact that this group of hot girls was even talking about his genitals sort of short-wired his brain, and he didn't know what to think. He had taken some casual hits there before, as most guys had, and knew that it hurt; but he had never taken a truly hard strike directly to his testicles, and perhaps didn't appreciate how much of a difference there was.

"I love it-- that's it for sure!" Molly said. The other girls agreed enthusiastically. "Okay Colin, stand up!"

Nervously he got to his feet, feeling oddly exposed in his t-shirt and thin gym shorts. The girls all looked at him, surveying his body.

"I think we should take his pants off," Alyssa said.

"What?!" Colin asked indignantly as the girls burst out laughing at the suggestion.

"I'm not disagreeing, but why?" Molly asked through laughter.

"Well with his shorts on you don't really know what's happening-- you could miss and he could just fake it to get out of getting hit," Alyssa said. "If we pull them down, we can really make sure he's getting it right in the sack. Plus it'll just be more embarrassing overall."

"Makes perfect sense to me," Molly said.

"But that's--" Colin started to protest.

"Shh shh shh," Molly said, putting her finger to his lips. "We get to pick something to do to you, and this is part of what we're picking. We want to get you in the balls, and we want you to be nakey for it."

Colin didn't know what to think. At this point the thought that getting his balls hit would hurt was at the back of his mind. He was completely preoccupied with how embarrassing it would be for all these cute girls, who he considered his close friends, to see him naked. At the same time, he couldn't deny that there was something deeply exciting about it. He felt paralyzed with indecision, and didn't say anything, which the girls took as a green light to go ahead.

"Well, no sense bing precious about it," Molly said. "I'll just go ahead and..." she hooked her thumbs into the waste-band of both his shorts and his boxers and lowered both down to the floor. Colin's face turned beet red, and the girls whooped and cheered in excitement, all of their gazes glued to his crotch.

"Wow Colin, nice penis!" Taylor said, her tone a mix between mocking and sincere. Colin blushed even harder.

"Yeah but it's not his cock that we're interested in," Molly said, squatting down so that her face was level with Colin's crotch. "It's these boys." She gave his balls a couple of playful taps, causing him to wince and bend over slightly, much to the amusement of the girls.

"Oh my God, this is going to be so funny," Alyssa said, grinning. "This was such a good idea.

"Are you guys sure about this?" Lyla asked. "I was always told you're not supposed to hit boys there." Her gaze remained glued to his genitals as she spoke.

"Well why do you think they tell you that?" Nine said reasonably. "It's because his jewels are super sensitive. That's why it's going to be so funny to hit them-- we can just give them a nice little smack and he'll be moaning and groaning like it's the end of the world. Obviously they tell you you're not supposed to-- things wouldn't work too well if you just went around slapping a guy's ballsack whenever you felt like it. But that's exactly what's going to make it so much fun right now." Lyla nodded thoughtfully, the logic undeniable.

"All right, well, shall I?" Molly asked. The other girls nodded excitedly. Molly, still squatting down in front of him, brought her palm underneath Colin's sack and lightly rubbed the bottoms of his balls, as if she was lining up her aim, sending an erotic jolt through Colin's body. Then she calmly brought her hand back, held it there for a moment, and snapped it up, slapping his balls hard. A loud smacking sound bounced off the walls as her hand made contact with his bare scrotum.

Colin jumped up in surprise-- he hadn't really been preparing himself, and it hurt a lot more than he was expecting. "OOooooo," he groaned, his voice sounding oddly high-pitched to his own ears, bending deeply at the waste and holding his testicles. "Uuughhhh."

The girls were all doubled over in laughter. "Oh my God," Taylor wheezed. "That was so funny. The look of surprise on his face when your hand hit his sack-- God, it was perfect."

"Wow," Nina said through laughter. "I've never seen a guy get hit in the boy parts before when he wasn't wearing pants. Alyssa was right, that was so much funnier. It's like you're just sitting there looking at this testicles and thinking 'boy, if someone gave those a good smack, he'd really get a jolt.' And then you watch it happen and it's even funnier than you're imagining."

"Oh my God, Yes!" Alyssa agreed. "Should we do it again? Don't you think it'd be funny if we hit him, like, a lot harder?"

"I can't hit *that* much harder," Molly said. "I gave him a pretty good whack."

"Yeah, but we could kick him," Taylor said.

"Oooo, Taylor," Molly said, pretending to be scandalized but unable to hide her laughter. "Now *that's* mean."

"Wow, that's going to hurt *so* much," Nina said, grinning.

"Hey Colin, how are your boys feeling?" Alyssa asked.

"Oooo," Colin groaned. He had only been half listening to their conversation. "Achey."

"Well, we're gonna see if we can make them ache just a liiiiiittle bit more," Alyssa said with a smile. "Why don't you stand up nice and tall?"

Not in much of a thinking mood, Colin did as he was told. His nuts still hurt a bit but he was mostly feeling better.

Alyssa looked him up and down. "Can someone hold his t-shirt out of the way?" she said. "It's hanging a little too low and making it hard to aim." Molly came up behind Colin and lifted his t-shirt up beneath his armpits, her knuckles brushing his bare skin as they went by, revealing his firm stomach and tight torso to the girls, who appreciated the addition to their view.

Alyssa took her time lining up the kick, trying to hold back giggles and clearly enjoying herself.

"Kick him *really* hard!" Nina called out in encouragement.

"Yeah, kick his nuts up into his throat!" Taylor added with glee.

Alyssa lined up the kick perfectly, holding her bare foot against the bottom of his sack to establish the target. "Okay Colin, I'm going to kick you right here." she said, tapping her foot lightly against his balls a couple times to show where she meant, and giggling. "Does it make you nervous? To know that you're about to get a hard kick right in your balls?"

"Um, I guess," Colin said uncertainly. The truth was it made him very nervous, but he was trying to play it off casually for the girls.

"I almost don't want to do it," Alyssa said. "It's so much fun to just stand here holding the tension, visualizing my foot slamming into your nads."

"Come on Alyssa, we're waiting!" Taylor said impatiently.

"All right all right," Alyssa said, smiling. "Okay Colin, just know that I'm only doing this because it's *really* funny." With that she brought her foot back as far as it would go, and, after a beat to harness as much momentum as possible, rocketed it forward with maximum force, swinging forward and up at a shocking speed, until, a split-second later, she deposited her foot directly into Colin's testicles, making an astoundingly loud sound on impact.

"Ooooo," several of the girls cried reflexively, bending slightly at the waste in sympathy. "Damn, that got him *so* good," one of them said in wonder.

Colin had no idea anything could hurt this bad. "Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh," he grunted miserably as he slowly lowered himself to the ground. "Ohhhh fuck, no no no." Even after the previous hit from Molly, he hadn't expected this to hurt anywhere near this much. His whole body was convulsing in on itself, every internal system repurposed to send the message as loudly and clearly as possible that his testicles had been hit extremely hard. Every part of his body had become paralyzed with a numb, penetrating ache, every other sensation stepping aside so that he could fully feel how devastatingly his balls hurt.

"Ohhhh my babymakers," he groaned, his voice faint and hoarse. This started a renewed fit of laughter in the girls.

"Boy Colin, I don't know how they'll do at making babies after that," Taylor said.

"Yeah, Alyssa-- what if you neutered him!" Molly cried in mock indignation.

Alyssa rolled her eyes. "Believe me, a guy's manhood can take a lot more than that."

"No but really," Nina said. "That was *crazy*. I've seen some boys get hit where it counts before. But I've never seen a guy get his nuts truly rocked like that. Like, that was a *hard* kick! That would have been a knockout blow if it had been aimed anywhere! But on top of that, to get him *right* in the sack? I almost can't believe what I just saw."

"We should have taken a video," Molly said.

"Ohhhhh, that would have been great," Nina said with a tinge of regret. "Next time."

Colin was still splayed on the ground, whimpering quietly. An idea flashed across Nina's eyes, and, smiling impishly, she whispered something into Lyla's ear, who giggled and nodded in approval.

"Hey Colin, how are your nads feeling?" she asked. "Do they hurt?" The other girls tried to stifle giggles, the question being so purposefully dense.

"Ohhhh my God, yes," Colin said, his voice still fragile and weak. "It hurts so much. Ohhh, that got me right in the balls."

The girls laughed at his need to state something so obvious.

Nina smiled. "Yeah, we know. It must really hurt. I don't have any personal experience with that, of course, but it sure looked like that kick really got them good."

"Ohh, yeah, it did," Colin squeaked out.

"Here, I remember back in gym class a few years ago I learned about this recovery position," Nina said, flashing a wicked smile at the other girls. "Let me help you."

She leaned down and took Colin's hips in her hands, gently guiding him up onto his hands and knees. Even in his debilitated state, the feeling of her hands on his bare skin, on a body part that was usually covered by clothing, sent a jolt of electricity into his heart.

"Now just lean your head down, against the floor," Nina said cooingly, easing Colin's upper body down, so that his head was resting in his arms on the floor, his butt thrust up into the air behind him. "There you go. Just hold this position, it will relieve a lot of the tension." Nina's voice sounding soothing and nurturing.

"Ah, okay, thanks Nina," Colin said. The position was a little awkward, but he felt enormously grateful that someone wanted to help make it hurt less. He felt sure that holding his body like this would start helping soon.

Nina grinned and looked around at the other girls, who were trying hard to stifle giggles. Colin looked pretty silly facing away from them like this, and they all took a moment to enjoy the view: his cute butt thrust high up into the air, his soft and tender balls hanging invitingly underneath, swaying slightly in the gentle air currents running through the basement.

The girls all stared for a little while, thinking how amazingly vulnerable Colin's testes were in this position, how easy it would be to give them a firm little tap and make him all squealy and squirmy all over again. Then Nina stepped forward and, looking around with a big smile, started to giggle, as did several other girls, anticipating what came next. Nina placed one hand on Colin's butt-- an intensely surprising and confusing development for him, which he had only a split second to process-- and then quickly rapped her knuckles into his very exposed balls, with a firm solid follow-through. Colin's body tensed up and temporarily froze, and Nina, seeing that his butt and its accessories remained unexpectedly right in front of her, instead of collapsing to the floor, quickly brought her hand back and gave his testicles a hard, open-palmed slap, which made a satisfying 'splat!' sound that was amplified by the basement walls.

Colin had just registered the first hit, after a split-second delay, and had opened his mouth to groan miserably when the second hit landed, even more unexpectedly, cutting off his low groan and diverting it to a high-pitched, agonized whine.

"Ug-- eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" His voice modulated.

The girls' laughter redoubled at this unexpected and undeniably funny sound. Colin collapsed back to the ground, holding his tender nuts and whimpering.

"Oh my God, it was a trick!" Taylor exclaimed, clearly thrilled. "Nina, that was meeeeeeeeean."

"Yeah, talk about hitting him while he's down!" Alyssa said, laughing. "I mean, I looked him right in the eye and told him I was going to give him a hard kick in his nads-- there's honor in that. Nina's over here sneaking around and tricking him into thinking she's helping, and then bam-- betrayal sacktap!"

"I gotta say, Colin, it was pretty cute how easily you fell for that," Molly said. "Just complete unearned trust. Even *after* getting your nuts rocked so hard, you're like 'let me just turn my back on this group of girls, bury my face in the ground, and present my testicles so that they're as vulnerable as possible.' I gotta find *me* a man like that!"

"Geez, I do not envy being a boy," Lyla said. "You could never feel safe! I do basically that exact position for yoga all the time. Could you imagine how scared you'd feel if at any point while you were doing that, someone could just give you a little tap right under your butt, and you'd become a crying puddle on the floor? Poor boys. It would put you in such a compromised position to have balls. I mean, I guess it probably feels great when someone touches them sexually, but at what cost?"

The girls continued to tease Colin as he nursed his worked-over family jewels. After a while they started to get impatient.

"Okay come on Colin," Molly said. "Enough recovery time. Get back up, let's play another game."

Still hurting, Colin got shakily to his feet, taking some deep breaths. He looked up and realized that the girls were still having a great time starting at his naked lower half.

"Um, where are my pants?" He asked meekly.

"Oops," Alyssa said with an impish smile. "I must have misplaced them. I guess you'll just have to do without. Well, what should we play next?"