Mostly they only attacked me at home, but a couple times they got me in public. The first time was about two or three weeks after they first started tormenting my balls. It started out pretty normal, I managed to stay out of sight in the morning long enough to get cleaned up and go to the library. It was summer, so I didn't have any schoolwork, but I needed to stay out of the house during the day while mom was at work and the library was pretty close by. It got boring as hell after the first week or so, but at least it wasn't painful.

Around noon, I was sitting at a table off in the corner reading some manga. Suddenly there was someone sitting next to me, and my heart started racing when I realized it was Erin. What was she going to do... She wouldn't dare attack me in public, would she? I always figured the library was the safest place around...

"Hey there bitch," she said casually with a smile. The nearest people were about twenty feet away, so they couldn't hear her. "So this is where you've been hiding from me. Thought you were safe, huh?"

I ignored her. There was no way she could kick me without anyone noticing. Sure, I would pay later for pissing her off, but I couldn't stand having to suck up to her all the time at home, so I may as well annoy her while I could. I could feel her evil eyes glaring at me.

"What, you think you're safe here? You fucking whore, you're never safe." I knew she was just trying to get a reaction out of me, but I gave in to the temptation.

I glared her right back in the eyes. "Fuck you. I hate you." Then I went back to reading. That's what really did it. I immediately knew that was a bad plan, and when she scooted her chair up next to mine I almost panicked.

"You've done it now," she said quietly as she leaned in, pretending to read over my shoulder. Suddenly her hand was in my pants. Ugh, how could I forget... I wore baggy sweatpants with an elastic waist, since my balls were swollen and extremely sensitive. Her hand slipped in easily and grabbed my ball sack. She didn't squeeze... Yet.

Then the pain shot through my entire body as she clamped her hand down around my testicles. They were trapped in her fist, and I could feel her nails digging in to the skin. I barely managed not to make a sound, but my whole body tensed up.

"Oooh, nice job, nobody noticed," Erin whispered in my ear. "You know what it'll look like if someone finds out? It'll look like you're a transvestite perv exhibitionist who gets off on handjobs in the library. You'll probably get banned, and then you'll have to stay at home with your sisters all day." She tugged my sore balls away from my body, making it hurt even more. I couldn't breathe, and I could tell my face was turning red and my eyes were tearing up. Oh, god, the pain.

She managed to isolate my left nut in the sack and squeeze it between her thumb and forefingers. It wasn't that hard to do because my balls were usually swollen to the size of chicken eggs all the time now. I let out a little whine and a tear ran down my cheek. Erin shushed me and squeezed the nut harder. It was almost flat by now... What if she actually managed to burst it? Sure, I didn't want my balls, but explaining that to my doctor...

Apparently Erin was thinking the same thing. "Hey, I wonder what it would feel like to ruin your little balls forever. Think they'd explode? Or just turn into mush?" I just sobbed as quietly as possible while she switched to my right testicle and started flattening it like the other one. Would she really go through with it...?

That's when one of the librarians walked up and interrupted. "Excuse me, are you alright...?" she asked. God, my face was probably purple right now, and covered in tears... The makeup I put on that morning had to be running down my cheeks...

Instantly, Erin's hand darted out of my pants and I slowly started breathing again. "She just got dumped..." I heard her lie. "She took it pretty hard, so I didn't want her to be alone, in case she, y'know, did something stupid." Oh god, she was making me sound suicidal...

The librarian was in the palm of Erin's hand, patting me on the shoulder and consoling me. I wanted to tell her to leave me alone, but I still couldn't breathe after having my balls crushed for what felt like an hour, but was probably about five minutes. Erin started lying again, "I've gotta go now, but could you keep an eye on her until she feels better?" With the librarian's promise to check up on me constantly, she ran off back home. Oh god, all I wanted was to recover in peace... This was so embarrassing. That fucking bitch... I kept mentally swearing at her and imagining all the different ways to kill her, while the librarian started rambling on and on about young love. Ugh. I managed to sneak one hand down to my agonizingly sore ball sack and cradle them, they felt massively swollen. Seeing as how trying to move would make me pass out, I just sat there and let myself heal until the library closed...