"Hey, there's somebody peeping over there, in the bushes!"

Natasha looked in my direction and shouted: "We gotta catch him!" and she motioned the girl by her side to run with her to the bushes.

I even didn't pretend trying run away. I stood just there, on the same place I'd been lying several moments ago, when Natasha and the girl got me by my arms and pulled me over to the center of the clearing. I noticed that more girls were coming out of the water. Some of the girls started getting themselves dressed but Natasha cried out:

"Girls, no need to be ashamed before this brat!" She freed my arms and now I was standing upright, surrounded by naked girls.

"We shouldn't be ashamed of our bodies, girls." Natasha went on. "It's him who must feel shame and we must teach him a good lesson to respect the female body. Let's get him naked."

In a few seconds a couple of girls tore all the clothes off me, leaving me stark naked. Most of the girls came closer to me.

"Well," said Natasha, who undoubtedly was the leader of the group: "This boy came here to peep our bodies, so we'll let him to have a good look at them. He's interested in the female body. Okay, we'll show him now how our bodies differ from his male one. We'll show him how we are more perfect in our bodies and make him envy us badly. So no shame girls, any one who got dressed can get naked again. So let's have fun."

She came closer to me, smiling, and took my balls in her hand.

"Girls, see these two little things between his hands. Obviously we don't possess such treasures. Or maybe there's someone with such possessions round here?"

She looked around and all the girls giggled. I felt so ashamed of my balls and wanted Natasha to squeeze them, but instead she freed them and stepped aside.

"I need a girl of his height," Natasha said and looked around. "Oh, Nina, come over here. You are as high as this scamp. Don't be afraid."

Nina, a girl of about my age, walked up to Natasha.

"Now please stand just opposite him," Natasha encouraged the girl with a smile to stand in front of me.

"Now you, Nina, and you, boy, just spread your legs wide apart."

We both obeyed. Natasha stood behind the girl, facing me.

"And now you both," Natasha went on, "you'd better keep looking at each others' groin. Just see the difference and now you'll feel the advantage and disadvantage."

Natasha mysteriously smiled and suddenly I saw a long stick in her hand. I hardly had time to realize what was going on when the stick got between our (Nina's and mine) spread legs. Another second and the stick flew up to our groins. And one of us screamed and fell onto the ground, while the other remained standing upright. And the reason of such outcome was the fact that one possessed a pair of testicles, while the other was bestowed by nature with another body make.

"Balls, my balls," I kept on moaning, while rolling on the ground, my poor testicles in my hands, and casting envious glimpses at Nina and her smooth groin.

The girl was standing proudly over me, laughing at me. She was looking at my hands that were holding my balls, those balls she didn't have, and so having no idea of the excruciating pain they were in. How I wished I could be able to change our bodies with Nina, just for a while. Just to see that stick flying in my and in her groins. To  remain standing, while watching her writhing in pain on the ground, holding her balls, looking at my smooth groin and envying me my body. But it was me whom the stick had rendered me helpless, lying on the ground and it was me who saw a group of nude girls standing over me, laughing at me and it was me who envied, envied all them.

Natasha stepped over to me and said: "You see girls how perfect our bodies are. Look at Nina and look at him. Girls we always must remember that our bodies are more perfectly designed by nature and know how we can easily make a man feel miserable through his inferior body structure. Just one hit in that sack hanging between their legs is enough to make them think of nothing but the pain. But I think I know of what else this boy can think now. He envies you, Nina, he envies all us. I see it in his eyes. And I think we have to go on with our teaching him and make him more envious."

I was looking from the ground at Natasha's body, my eyes fixed on her pussy, my only wish to get her to kick me right in the balls, to get her drive my balls deep into my body and make my groin as smooth as hers.
 

So I kept laying there, on the beach, holding my aching
balls, surrounded by the laughing and giggling nude girls. But one of the girls seemed to have sympathy for me. She kneed down before me and looking at my hands clutching my nuts asked me:

"Do they hurt?"

I just gave a groan in reply.

"Oh, poor boy," she sighed, "once I unwillingly hit my brother's balls. He too seemed to be a in a lot of pain. He couldn't breathe, and later he told me he was about to puke. It's strange boys have balls between their legs but breathing and puking - they all have something with the throat. It's much upper in the body. Do they really so weak, those balls?" She made a gesture toward my groin.

What a silly question I thought. Her sympathy made me more miserable than all the laughing of the rest girls.

"It must be a terrible pain," she continued. "And once I saw a dog jumped with its nose just right into a boy's crotch. The boy was on the ground very long. He held his balls, cried and couldn't get up."

I looked at the slit between her legs. Along with the desire to have the same thing between my legs at that moment I felt a great wish that the girl could have a pair of balls instead of her girl's thing and I could give them a good kick to let her know all about the pain.

But having no balls, she just went on torturing me with her silly questions:

"I was told that even a flick gives a boy's balls pain? Is that true? If so we girls must be so lucky without those balls."

I looked between her legs again and mentally pronounced - "real lucky", then gave one more groan and turned my head aside.

Just then I heard some women shouting something loud at the edge of the beach. I looked that way and at once realized what was going on.

"Hey, there's one more peeper! Another guy! We caught him. Got him! This time it's a bigger catch."

And I saw three women dragging Denis along with them. One of them was holding him tight by his crotch and the other two drew him by his arms. Denis was limping. As he told me later, when discovered he'd tried to run away but stumbled over and dislocated his ankle. So unlucky he was as to get right in the hands of naked girls.

One more girl appeared from the bushes, carrying Denis' video camera.

"Look what he's got!" she shouted.

"Oh, that's a video camera!" cried out one of the girls standing by me. "That pervert was making a film."

"Smash that camera!" shouted more girls, "smash it."

"First bring that guy over here," said Natasha in a commanding tone, "and as for the camera no need to break it at all - we'll just get the tape out and destroy it."

Soon Denis was standing in the center of the beach, close to me.

"Bring him down on his knees," Natasha commanded.
 

The girl holding Denis by his balls pulled his groin and he immediately obeyed and fell down onto his knees.

"We can't hold him by his balls all the time," said Natasha, "just get some string or belt round his neck so that we can control him by tightening the string if he tries to run away."

One of the girls fetched a skipping rope and got it round Denis neck. After that the girl holding him by his scrotum set his gentals free.

"And now girls we'll have fun with this guy's balls as well," Natasha smiled. At this words Denis covered his groin with his hands.

"Hands off the balls!" Natasha exclaimed and the girl behind the guy tightened the string enough to make Denis hands flew up to his neck trying to get the string looser.

"Well, well," he said hoarsely, "I'll obey you."

"We have to get him naked," suggested one of the girls.

"Oh, no need indeed," Natasha smirked and bent over him. She unzipped his fly and with a  quick movement of her hand extracted his scrotum and penis from his pants. All the girls burst with laughter as they saw his low-hanging balls dangling outside his pants.

"Give them a kick, kick them!" They shouted.

"No hurry, girls!" Natasha pacified them. "Let's have a kind of show first. You know how peeping nude women is called It's called voyeurism. It's from from the french "to look". Men like looking at nude women. Voyeurism is the thing that goes with all men, but girls seldom peep naked men. Why? That's because men like to see our bodies, which are more perfect than theirs, they watch us and envy us. You maybe know that many men like imagining themselves in a female body. Look at this boy," she pointed at me, still lying on the ground, "we really made him feel miserable about his having a male body. I'm pretty certain that he's envying all us at the moment. We gave him a pain we just can't imagine what it feels - just because we don't have balls. But let's give him some compensation for his suffering. I guess his mental suffering is greater than that of his body. His mental pain at the idea of his disability to feel the girl power in his body as we do. But we can give him a little chance of experiencing that powerful feeling. Girls, let's allow him to imagine he's a girl too. We'll put someone's dress on him to him feel a bit like a girl. And  see if wishes to kick this guy in the balls."

"Wow! Let's have some show!" all the girls liked the idea and before long I was on my feet again. The pain in my balls a bit receded just to let me be able to stand upright. Soon a dress that fitted my height was found and the girls pulled it over me.

"A pretty, nice girl! Not bad!" All the girls around me shouted and laughed.

Natasha came up to me and made me take a few steps  to me get right opposite Denis, though walking was not easy task for me because of the aching balls. I groaned and grasped my balls through the silk of the dress.

"Do stop doing it!" Natasha smirked. "Feel yourself a girl. Girls have no balls under their dresses."

All the girls giggled. I tore my hands off my groin.

"That's better," Natasha slapped me on the shoulder. "So, do you wanna kick this guy in the balls and feel the girl power.

I nodded my head, which at once made Denis to cover his groin again with his hands.

"That won't do," Natasha shook her head and the girl with the string at once made Denis display his balls again.

"Girls," Natasha pronounced loudly, "specially young little girls, look at this guy and boy. When you be grown-up you'll all possess rounded, pleasantly-looking breasts like me and other women here. But this young boy when older will have such a funny, low-hanging sack between his hands, the sack containing two extremely vulnerable balls within, the balls that all women and girls can have a lot of fun with and feel proud not to have such things dangling between our legs. So this boy have a great reason to envy us. But today we let him to feel the girl power himself. Let him imagine he's a girl."

"So, my little girl," Natasha gave out a chuckle and patted me on my head. "It's up to you, if you say you won't kick him in the balls we won't hurt him and set him free. But if you really think that girl have more perfect body and you envy us, then just show that guy the real girl power."

I looked at Denis. He looked so pathetic. His eyes were pleading me to set him free.

I was angry with him. He let himself be caught. He failed to shoot a movie. A movie that I've been so wishing to have. The movie that I'd have been able to watch over and over again. He spoiled everything. No mercy should be spared on him now.

I looked at his balls. Natasha was right - in some space of time my balls will be the same low-hanging, the same funny
looking, the same as my Dad and many other men had
between their legs. And I looked at the girls around, at their
pussies. My balls got aching more. My envy just added more pain to my balls. Though in a girl's dress, I still had balls and not a pussy like all those girls. The balls that gave me so pain at the moment, the pain enough to make my walking real hell. I had the balls like that guy standing on his knees before me, those balls hanging out of his pants. And all the naked girls were romping happily about without balls between their legs. My envy was so unbearable like the pain in my balls.

The girls started cheering me:

"Kick him, kick him. Smash his balls".

I hated the very word - "balls", actually "eggs", for we call testicles "eggs" in the slang Russian. I looked again at Denis scrotum. The girls' voices sounded in my head - "eggs, eggs, eggs".

But I was in a dress and nobody could see my eggs. It were Denis balls that I had to abuse and let myself for a couple of seconds feel as though there was a pussy beneath this dress. And with all my might I delivered the hardest kick to his low-hangers. The guy gave out an appalling cry, grasped his balls and the girl behind dropped the rope letting him collapse face down. On the ground Denis shrieked in agonizing tones: "Baaaaaaaaaaaalls, my baaaaaaaalls."

The air around exploded with the loudest laughter. Denis was
writhing on the ground at my feet when Natasha patted me:

"You've done it!"

I started laughing too. But one of the girls opposite me started shouting:

"He's a fake girl, he's a fake girl! He's got balls too!" She seized a rubber ball off the ground, some sort of baseball and hurled it straight at my groin. At once after the impact the pain in my balls got multiplied by scores and I fell down beside Denis.

And there I lied, writhing in agony like him, he holding his bare balls and I, with my hands under the dress, clutching my own aching gonads. The gonads that made us both so different from all the girls above. The organs that caused  us both feel so miserable. The only my wish was that those gonads of mine could disappear somehow, taking all the pain along with them and I could rise and laugh at Denis and his having those low-hanging balls between his legs, those balls he was so helplessly clutching in his hand. But I was also  helplessly nursing my own testicles underneath the dress and the girls were laughing at me, as much as they did at him...