It was a rainy day and, being alone home, I lay asleep in my room. I've been slumbering for about an hour when through the sound of the rain tapping on the window pane I heard some voices in the next room. Soon I could clearly distinguish two girls' jolly giggles. One of the girls' voices belonged to my sister. Then I recognized the other girl - her girlfriend Nora. But it was not their voices that made me completely awake. It were their words that caused me to jump from the bed and tiptoe up to the door. The words: "balls, nuts". No doubt they were talking something about boys' balls. I clung my ear to the keyhole and started eavesdropping.

Nora had been telling my sister how she'd witnessed some boy being kicked in the balls. The girls evidently didn't know I was at home.

"The boy was crying so loud," Nora was going on with her story, "it was so funny to see him on the ground, holding his balls."

"The boys always cry when they are hit in the balls," said my sister. "I hit my brother once in the balls a few years ago. It hurt him so much that he couldn't get up. And I didn't even kick him - I just swished my hand against his balls in the bathhouse. All the girls laughed at him then. He was so helpless. Mom then explained me that all boys' balls are very weak and I should be very careful with my brother's."

"I wish I had a brother, like you," said Nora. "to hit him in the balls from time to time. I think it's a great fun! Maybe we'll try some day to hit your brother in the balls again. We'll just pretend it was done by accident, not on purpose. What do you think?"

"You know, Nora, it seems that my brother likes having his balls hit?"

"How's that?" Nora sounded surprised. "If it's so painful..."

"That's what baffles me," my sister replied. "I'll tell you something very secretly, just don't tell it to anybody... Once I managed to peep my brother in his room through the keyhole. He was naked and had a ruler in his hand. I saw a colored magazine on the table before him. Later I found the magazine - it was a foreign one with naked girls inside. So he stood there, looking at that magazine and then he suddenly flicked his balls with the ruler. He screamed and fell down. I couldn't see him on the floor, I just heard him crying - "balls, my balls."

"So he was in pain?" presumed Nora.

"In a great pain!"

"Yeah, it's really strange - why did he do that if it hurt him so."

"I'm completely puzzled, Nora."

"I think we really must hit him in the balls. Maybe we'll know the reason."

I felt so embarrassed. My sister saw me busting my own balls. She witnessed my staring at those nude girls in the "PLAYBOY", envying them their pussies and imagining it were those girls who hurt my testicles when I gave a ruler flick to the sack hanging between my legs. I was so ashamed to know my sister had seen me doing so. Ashamed to hear her sharing that secret with another girl. But one thing made my embarrassment not that bad. I was glad to know that my sister wanted to hit me in the balls. So many a girl had hurt my testicles already but it was my sister who did it first, showing me how weak my balls were, making all the girls in the bathhouse laugh at me. It was her who started my pussy envy. I always remembered it. And now I really felt the keen desire to be hit in the balls by my sister again.

I went on eavesdropping. And soon I heard that the girls decided to go to the bathroom and take a shower together. I got at once excited - it was my chance. Now or never! I just darted out of my room through the other door and dashed along the corridor to the bathroom. Our bathtub was an old fashioned one, standing on pretty high legs. I at once dived under it, shoving myself between the floor and the bottom of the tub.

In a couple of minutes the girls entered the bathroom, switched on the light, undressed themselves, got into the tub and drew the plastic curtain across. After I heard the shower turned on, I got from under the bathtub. The girls didn't see me because of the waterproof curtain separating us. I got undressed, unlatched the door, drew the curtain aside and stepped into the bathtub.

The girls screamed, pressing themselves against the wall, their groins covered with their hands. I turned the water off and said:

"Sorry, I thought there was nobody in the bathroom. Just wanted to take a shower."

"How did you get in here?" my sister shouted angrily.

"The door wasn't locked," I pointed at the latch.

"I remember I latched the door," said Nora.

"No, it wasn't latched at all, otherwise how could I enter."

"Anyway, just get out of here, "my sister said in a n imperative tone, "don't you see we're showering."

"Why should I get out? I was going to take a shower and I'll do it. And you can go out if you want to."

"No, it's you who must leave here at once," my sister insisted.

"I'm not gonna go, I'll stay and take a shower," I said stubbornly.

"If you won't get out, we'll kick you in the balls," my sister
declared.

It was the very thing I wanted. I pretended a scornful look, while watching them cover shamefully their groins with their hands.

"I'm not afraid a bit. You can kick my balls as many times as you wish. It's nothing to me," and I ostentatiously put my hands on my thighs, leaving my privates absolutely unprotected.

"It will hurt you, Pete," my sister said. "The boys' balls are so weak."

But the girls seemed to be hesitating about kicking me. Only a few minutes ago they'd longed to hit me in the balls and now they looked so bewildered and confused to see me in the bathroom.

"You're wrong, boys' balls ain't weak," I started provoking the girls playfully. "I'm so proud to have balls. Look at me - I feel no shame to have balls, I'm not covering them with my hands. And you look so shamed about your silly pee-holes, see how you're hiding them from me."

"Pete, it's your balls that are silly and weak," snapped Nora.

"Girls, you do envy me my balls," I chuckled, "all girls envy boys their balls. The balls make us, boys, stronger and cleverer. Just have courage to confess the truth. Don't you wanna have a wiener and a pair of nice balls between your legs instead of your pee-holes? You are so shamed of those pee-holes that you can't tear your hands off them."

"We are not shamed at all, we just want you to leave us alone," my sister looked at me angrily, but still in her eyes couldn't be seen any intent to bust my balls. So I went on teasing the girls.

"Yes, you are shamed and you do wish you had balls between your legs. Look how beautiful my balls are," I took my penis with my fingers and lifted it disposing my scrotum to the girls.

"Look at them, look at my balls, you're so unlucky, so unfortunate without them between your legs. Girls look so funny with nothing between their legs," and I faked a giggle, trying to make them real angry with me.

"Pete, it's you who look funny with that worm and that ball-sack between your legs. And all the girls know how weak the balls are. Pete, don't you remember I hit you in the balls? How loud you were crying?"

"I was pretending just to make you not so jealous about my balls. My balls ain't weak."

"Pete, I saw you flicking your silly balls with a ruler. You were alone so there was no need to pretend and you did cry so loud. Your balls were aching from just a ruler flick."

"I knew you were peeping, so I fell and cried on purpose. I just wanted you to believe my balls are weak but they are not!"

All that was getting too long. I so pined for having my balls kicked by one of the girls. Why didn't they kick my balls, knee them, punch them, squeeze, hurt them in any way? Why didn't they show me their real advantage, the advantage I was so envying. My balls were hanging before them and just a light hit was enough to make them proud of being girls, proud of having  "silly pee-holes", those "pee-holes" they were covering with their hands, the "silly pee-holes" I was so envying them while flaunting before them my "I'm-so-proud-of-wiener-and-balls". The situation obviously required more teasing to make them hit me between my legs.

"And you, girls," I smirked, " you just can't pee standing upright with those pee-holes of yours. But I can, look here."

My hands pressed proudly against my thighs I started peeing, directing the urine squirt down at the girls' feet.

"Look at me, see what I can," I declared, still peeing, "No girl can't do this for they have nothing between the legs but their silly holes. And boys are superior because we have balls and a wiener."

"That's enough!" my sister cried out and hardly had the last drop of my urine fallen on the bottom of the bathtub as her little fist fiercely flew into my unprotected balls. And those organs I'd been "boasting" about just a few moments ago made me at once the most miserable creature in the world. A burst, an explosion, shocking fire all that was immediately within my scrotum and then up my stomach. The fire of pain that made me emit the loudest scream and desperately clutch the epicenter of excruciating pain that was hanging outside my body. I heavily slumped down on the bottom of the tub, my hands between my legs.

"Baaaaalls! Baaaaaalls!" I wailed in painful agony.

The girls burst into laughter. They were not covering their groins any longer but joyfully waving their hands in the air.

"Your balls, do they hurt?" my sister asked me mockingly. "They shouldn't hurt for they ain't weak at all. Didn't you say that, Pete?"

"Hurt, oh, hurt," I was moaning.

"Are you still proud to have those funny things you're holding in your hands now?" Nora asked scornfully.

I just let out one more groan in reply.

"It seems he can't talk because of his poor, silly balls?" my sister giggled. "So are you really proud of them?"

I shook my head in pain.

"What did you say about our pee-holes?" my sister went on teasing me. "And what will you say now?"

What could I say? I was staring at the cute slit between ,y sister's legs, while clutching  my throbbing sack in my hands . How could she know my pain with that "pee-hole", the "pee-hole" with nothing hanging from it, how could she feel the killing agony in my body caused by the impact of her little fist, the agony that only could be born within those additions to the human body hanging between the male lower limbs. I was looking at her groin and thought - how could she ever know it? All she could do is laugh at me, laugh at the way I helplessly tried to soothe the pain by clutching my poor testicles, laugh at me while I was looking jealously at her "pee-hole". Oh, how I envied her - I knew I would never be able to feel the proud she had now within her body, the body with a "pee-hole" between her legs. How I wished I could feel that kind of proud, the proud of a human being with a "pee-hole" looking at the the helplessness of the other make of human body, the make with hanging outside, extremely sensitive apparatus instead of the cute "pee-hole".

"So what did you say about our pee-holes?" this time it was Nora's taunting voice. "Do you still think your balls are superior?"

"No, no," I managed to talk through the pain. "Girls, you are really lucky. Lucky to have your pee-holes."

"So they aren't silly?" asked my sister. "And what about your balls? Aren't they awfully weak and puny?"

"Girls," I sighed, "I do say I envy you."

"Then why all that bragging about having balls?" my sister inquired me.

"Because I wanted you to hit me in the balls," I replied with a painful sigh.

"But why?!" the girls asked simultaneously.

"Because I envy you, I envy you your not having these "silly" balls." I shifted my look down at my hands holding testicles. "I really think you are lucky without these things, I've always wanted to have a pussy, since the very moment when you hit my balls in the bathhouse," I again looked at the sister's slit. "Just wanted to have a pussy, like you girls."

"Wow!" my sister exclaimed gleefully. "So you punish your balls because you don't like them?"

I just nodded in reply.

"Then let me kick you in the balls," Nora cried out, "just let me do it, let me kick your silly balls. I never kicked a boy in the balls. Please, take your hands off them."

My sister stepped aside, letting her girlfriend get closer to me. I looked at Nora, at the thing she had between her legs. I felt the wish to help her, to help her feel proud of being a girl. I slowly spread my legs wider and took my hands off my testicles.

"I think it's a great pleasure," I said, "a pleasure for a girl to watch a boy when his balls in pain. I wondered..."

"Yes, it's a great pleasure and we'll have it now," Nora cut off me and sent her little foot straight into my groin.

I always wondered what a girl feels when she hear a boy scream in agony, when she see his hands flew to his groin, see his face warped with the torturing pain, see his body writhing at her feet. I always wanted to know that kind of feeling within a testicleless body, a body with nothing hanging between the legs, that sensation girls have while watching someone suffering the agony born in those the dangling organs they don't have. Again and again in my sexual dreams and fantasies I would try to imagine that feeling. That very feeling that filled Nora when she watched me writhing on the bottom of the bathtub, watching me holding my vulnerable testicles in my hands, the feeling of a human being who was lucky not to have those organs. What did she feel then? What did she feel at the moment when her feet first in her life flew into a boy's groin. What did she feel while looking from above at my agony, knowing that I envy her, envy her her "pee-hole" that only a few minutes ago I had called "silly"? How badly I long to know that feeling.

Both the girls kept on laughing heartily, watching me in the fetal position on the bottom of the tub. My sister moved Nora aside to get nearer to me.

"Pete," she said joyfully, "you were boasting of the way you can pee. Now see what I can."

She spread her legs and a stream of urine squirted out of her neat slit right down on my groin.

"Look, you silly boy, how I can pee with my pee-hole, without your silly wiener."

While holding my throbbing testicles, I was gazing at the urine squirt running right out of my sister's body, without assistance of any little "hose" protruding from her groin and any sack with two little orbs hanging beneath. The urine was falling on my hands and then through my fingers it come on my aching scrotum. Something in that scene was making my pussy envy even worse. I was not sure what it was exactly. Something about the way my sister peed standing upright, something about the peeing pussy, something about the urine flowing under my fingers round my poor balls. I just couldn't avert my look from my sister's peeing slit. Pain, envy and fascination got mingled within me.

When my sister finished peeing, the girls gave out louder laughs.

"So you see, poor boy," my sister beamed gleefully, "no need to have a wiener and those silly balls to pee standing. A nice, beautiful pee-hole is enough. And nothing between the legs to protect from little girls, the girl who so love hit those silly balls you, boys, have. And I have no balls!"

My sister slapped her groin triumphantly.

"Nor do I," Nora put in and also slapped her groin in a show-off manner, "no silly-silly, poor-poor balls."

Just then the door opened and there came Mom.

"Oh, kids what are you doing here, all naked?" Mom was surprised to see us all in the bathtub.

"Mom," my sister started explaining, "I was going to have a shower with Nora but Pete somehow got inside and wouldn't go out. So we had to show him some trick."

"What trick?" Mom asked.

"Just showed him how boys are weak to teach him obey us next time."

Mom looked at me lying on the tub bottom with my hands between my legs to know at once the kind of trick the girls played on me. She could hardly suppress a giggle.

"Well, everybody," she said, "just leave the bathroom now. I've not too much time. I just dropped for a couple of minutes. I want to take a shower and then I must go. Girls, you can go on with showering after."

The girls obeyed Mom, rubbed themselves with towels and ran out of the bathroom.

Mom looked at me again.

"And you, boy, why are you still lying here. Get up and go to your room."

I tried to get to my feet but failed. The pain in my balls was so unbearable and my legs were totally disabled.

"Mom, I just can't get up," I complained.

"But be a man, just try to overcome the pain."

"Mom, you'd better say - "be a girl and never feel such a pain". I guess no man can overcome this kind of pain. You, girls, will never know it."

Mom gave out a giggle.

"Oh, Pete, you've got some sense of humor. But I do need the bath, so don't be such a sissy and get out of here."

"I'm not a sissy at all, Mom," I moaned, "I just have balls and like all the other boys after my balls got hit I couldn't do anything but lie down and hold them. My legs disobey me because I have a pair of balls between them. I do hate such kind of situation that Nature played on us, I mean guys, but I can't do nothing about it. I have balls and because I have them I can't get out of here. The girls really showed me they have some advantage over me."

"Pete, you're getting rather annoying," Mom sounded angry. "Okay, boy, if you are so helplessly weak, I'll have to take a shower with you on the bottom of tub. I'd be very grateful if you closed up your eyes."

After I shut my eyes tight, I heard Mom getting undressed, then stepping in the bathtub and turning on the shower. Of course I couldn't keep my eyes shut too long while knowing that my Mom was standing over me, absolutely naked. I slowly opened my eyes. Mom's head was in rich soap foam, so she didn't see I was watching her. Mom was beautiful, her body was so attractive. I was enchanted with her nude form. Only a couple of minutes ago I was talking with her about the advantage women had over guys and now that advantage was so obviously seen. Still holding my aching balls, the balls that made my leg muscles unable to obey the brain commands, the balls that made me so miserably lying on the bottom of the bathtub, I was staring at Mom's pussy. The pussy that was attractively covered with dark hair, beautifully framed with the feminine curves of the body, the kind of pussy that my sister would possess in the future. I looked at the perfectly rounded breast of my Mom. Why did the female breasts were designed so beautiful by Nature, while the male scrotum looked so funny? I wanted Mom to kick me in the balls but I knew she wouldn't do it. Because I was her son and she loved me. She wouldn't ever hurt me, though I wanted it badly. I wanted her to grasp my nuts and squeeze them as hard as she could, making me cry madly and wishing I had a pussy like her between my legs, between legs as attractively shaped as hers. Oh, how I wished she squeezed my testicles in her soft, delicate hand. I would cry : "My balls, my damn balls!" while looking at her pussy and envying her badly. But she would keep on squeezing my balls. And when the pain be unbearable I would bury my face between her breasts, trying to hide from the pain in her female body and would press my hand against her pussy and keep on envying, envying, envying...

But all that was only my mad fantasy. Mom just kept showering, standing over me.

Soon she would open her eyes and see me watching her. And I so needed to have my balls abused while looking at her pussy. On the shelf above me I noticed a big bar of soap. I reached my right hand up and managed to get it. With my left hand I took my penis aside leaving my balls totally uncovered. I kept my eyes greedily fixed on Mom's pussy. And again I thought - what do women feel watching a guy's balls hurt. Do they have some pleasing sensation somewhere inside their pussies, inside their "testicleless" groins, while seeing a guy desperately clutching his scrotum set on fire, the scrotum with those funny organs so overfilled with nerves that the slightest tap on them could rise such a pain within them, making the guy envy the woman that stands before him, her hands on her thighs, with nothing hanging from her groin and laughing at him. Envy her her not having that sack between her legs. Do women feel something great in their pussies at such moments? Do they? Are they overfilled with proud at such moments. The proud of possessing a pussy. The proud of possessing a female body. Has Mom seen a lot of men hit in the balls? And did she feel that kind of proud within her mind, within her body, somewhere in her pussy? The proud of being the object of someone's envy, my envy, the envy that was rending me apart as I kept on gazing at Mom's body.

I raised my right hand above my groin, mentally saying to myself - "sure she felt that kind of pride" - and while keeping my eyes on her pussy I flung the piece of soap at my aching balls as hard as I could...