Best Friend

“Sack tap!”

Before I could register the words, I felt a hard impact on my testicles. An awkward moan escaped my lips and my hand defensively covered my crotch. I tried to stay standing, but there was nothing I could do at that point. Like pistons deflating, my legs slowly lowered me to the ground.

The people who saw this had a variety of reactions. Some boys laughed at me, while the other boys covered their crotches, experiencing phantom pain. Some girls found it funny (and a little arousing,) while the other girls were simply intrigued at how a tap could inflict so much pain on a guys balls.

Molly though, was in tears laughing at me. “Gotcha!” She cackled.

Molly was my best friend. We had grown up together, but only recently had she become so obsessed with attacking my genitals. I put up with it, somewhat to conserve our friendship, but mostly because I secretly had a crush on her.

Molly didn’t have the classic hourglass figure, but her face was beautiful and her breasts were nothing to complain about. Her hair was dark brown, approaching black, and her freckles reflected her primarily Irish heritage.

As I laid in a child’s pose, clutching my manhood, I contemplated my crush on Molly. Was it worth the pain? I asked myself. She was an incredibly fun girl, and at the very least she was paying attention to my junk. I decided that, yes, this crush was worth it.

I felt a set of hands grab each of my biceps. Some of the sympathetic boys were attempting to help me to my feet. My legs were like jelly shaking under me. I was just barely able to support myself, as I found my way to a nearby chair.

“How those nuts feeling?” Molly asked.

I feigned a laugh. “They should call you the nut cracker.”

“Now that’s a nickname I could get behind.” She replied.

Little did I know that my encouragement of this behavior was a huge mistake, because tomorrow, Molly was about to take this game way too far.

* * *

The next day I sat with Molly and our friend Tori at a picnic table eating lunch. Molly was showing her videos of me getting hit in the balls. She took videos whenever possible. Her favorite method was the sack tap.

She would take a selfie video and face it towards the both of us. Before I could notice, she would maliciously backhand my groin and then video me writhing around on the ground. “Oohh look.” She said to her friend while pointing at the screen. “He looks like he’s about to cry.” Molly would usually watch each video a dozen times, and showed everyone she knew.

“Why do you put up with that?” Asked Tori me.

“Eh, its all fun and games.” I said shyly.

“But doesn’t it hurt your balls?” Tori continued. “I mean, it looks like you’re in a lot of pain here.”

“Its cause we’re best friends.” Molly chimed in, commandeering the conversation. “Isn’t that right?” She shot me a coy and devious grin.

“Uh… Yeah.” I said unconvincingly. I saw her gaze flicker down to my pants. I expected a ball tap, which would have been fine. I’ve survived ball taps before, so I prepared to let her have her fun. “Cause we’re best friends.”

I watched her beautiful facial features as she said to her friend. “See! I told you.” She raised her hands to the sky in a shrugging manner. Here it comes. I thought to myself, but there was nothing I could do to prepare myself for what was about to transpire.

“Watch this!” She said as her hand flew down towards my legs. I braced myself, but the sack tap didn’t come. Instead, her hand snaked into the left leg of my loose gym shorts. Her hand fumbled around, brushing past my pubes and my dick, until finally it found its way to wrangle my left testicle, as it jostled around in my silky, naked sack.

Molly started applying pressure with her thumb into the center of my testicle. My expression twisted and I groaned, doubling over. Tori gasped and covered her gaping mouth with both hands.

Molly beamed a wide, sadistic grin. She turned to me and said. “We’re best friends, right?” My forehead had found its way to the picnic table, and my hands weakly grasped her wrists. “Right?!” She said, squeezing my testicle even harder.

“Yes!” I yelped from the pain. This was different from any sack tap. The pain just kept increasing. My bowels felt liquefied. I was intimidated. Molly had never gone so far as to squeeze my balls before, and she had never touched my naked junk either. This was bad.

“And I can do anything I want to your balls, right?” She posed the question with a tighter squeeze.

“Yes…” I said weakly. Tori shook her head, still covering her mouth. She felt bad for me. I was being completely emasculated right in front of her. “P-Please.” I stuttered.

“Yeah Molly, let go of his balls.” Tori pleaded. “That’s enough.”

“I just have a few more questions first.” Molly replied. She continued to up the pressure on my already sore nut, causing me to groan more. “Would you let me… Pop your balls?” She asked

“What?!” I shouted. “No way! What are you –.”

Molly cut me off by shouting. “Wrong answer!” She intensely squeezed my nut. I arched my back and screamed toward the sky.

“Alright! Fine! Fine! Just please let go.” I yelled.

“Molly what the hell!?” Tori insisted. “Let go of him! This has gone way to far.”

“I can do whatever I want to his balls.” She said, dismissing Tori without even looking at her. “He just said it himself.” She wrapped her free hand around the one doing the squeezing. “And I think I’m going to see how much this guy can take!”

With that, she used both hands to squeeze my left nut as hard as she can. She felt the shape of my balls start to contort, as my body went into spasms. Suddenly, just like a grape might, my testicle gave in. Her thumb dug a little cave into the center of my ball, and when she removed her hand it stayed like that.

“OH MY GOD!” she shouted, as I fell of the picnic bench and vomited on the ground. “I- I- I popped it! I popped his nut!”

“What!?” Tori shouted. “Oh my god! Somebody call an ambulance!” Other people in the area had caught on to what was going on. Through tear filled eyes I saw people running over to help me.

I started blacking out. The last thing I hard was Molly saying. “I’m so sorry, you’ll be okay.”

* * *

I woke up in the hospital. I looked over and saw Molly sitting in a chair next to me. When she saw me rousing she sprung up out of her chair. “You’re up!”

“What… What happened?” I asked, genuinely confused about what had transpired.

“You’re in the hospital. I… I squeezed your testicle and… I partially ruptured it… I’m so sorry.” She looked down to the ground apologetically, but quickly perked back up. “They were able to fix it though! Good as new!”

“Thank god.” I whispered.

“But…” Molly cut off. “There’s something else I wanted to say.” She wrung her hands. “I just can’t believe I almost broke your ball, because… The thing is…” She paused another second and looked at her hands. “I really like you.”

I started to smile. “I want to be with you, and if I had really damaged…” She gestured towards my crotch. “Anything. I would never be able to forgive myself.”

“I really like you too.” I said.

“Really?” She asked. “Well then maybe, once you’re back on your feet, we can give this a try. Perhaps make sure everything is still working down there.” She winked at me and giggled.

“I’d love that.” I replied.

“And I’ll try to hold back on the sack taps for a while.” She burst into a full belly laugh. “But don’t expect that to last too long.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” With that, Molly bent down and we kissed.