Pussy Envy 15

in the woods. He at once got interested in it and suggested we go and peep the

naked girl over there. I liked the idea and soon we were working our way through

the thick woods in the direction of the nude beach. I was showing the way but as

soon as we heard in the distance first merry female voices, Nick rushed forward,

leving me behind.I ran after him, trying to catch up. We ran through the thick

shrubs and as I got just after his back, the stingy, slim bush branches started

to lash me while returning to thier proper position after Nick's hurrying body

had pushed them hard forward. And suddenly one of those biting branched

forcefully wipped my groin. All the pain that those lashing branches were

giving to my body and face now was multiplied by thousands times and

concentrated in things so unconveniently attached to my body just between my

legs. The things looking incongruent in their place. And incongruently

sensitive, for the pain in those liitle things at once turned the rest of my

body into a helpless jelly. I flopped down with a mad scream. Nick turned around

to see me writhing in agony on the ground, my hands that hold my burning organs

at once indicated the reason of my sufferings.

"The balls? A branch?" he asked. I positevely moaned. Having himself a pair

of those vulnerable organs, Nick correctly estemated the situation.

"That's gonna take a lotta time to recover," he said, "I think you better

stay here and I go and see the girls. When feel Okay, just join me."

And he disappered behind the shrub leaves. Damn! Join him! Not with these

damn things between my legs. Just some hundred metres ahead of me there was a

lot of happy creatures that never had such stupid things between their legs. I

could hear their rejoicing cries coming from the lake shore. Those happy

creatures were frolicking naked not far from me, romping about with nothing

dangling between their legs. Creatures whose body would never receive that

excruciating pain from the pendulant orbs between their legs. And never know the

killing pain in those orbs. For there were no such orbs at all on their bodies.

And they would always laugh at those who in their presense got those things

hurt. For those things get hurt unbeleivably easy. Unbeleivably for them, not

for those who have such thing - the balls. I'd come over here to watch their

bodies and envy them their not having testicles and now because of those damn

organs I couldn't near the place where they were. Because my balls were killing

me with an agonizing pain. How I wished the girls could see me, see my

suffering, see me helplessly clutching my injured balls, laugh at me and feel

proud of not having those danglers. I do so love such moments. When my balls are

on fire I so need someone with a pussy beside me, some pair of female eyes set

on my hands clutching my poor balls, some girlish laughter in my ears while my

own eyes I set on her groin and then all my suffer and pain are not a waste.

Girls must know how weak are testicles, awfully weak. They can't feel the pain

but they can see the helpless reaction. And that should make them feel happy

without balls, happy having a pussy - the thing I so longed for. And I wanted to

feel them lucky with that thing between their legs, the thing I craved for, the

thing I'd never have. Lucky and laughing at the thing I had between my legs.

And I was so helpless and unable to display my weekness to the girls that

were not far from me. Nick was watching them. Seeing their nude bodies and

thinking of me lying not far with my balls in my hands, maybe he also envied

those girls, their pussies he saw from his hide in the bushes, maybe not, I

don't know. But I did envy and this time my envy was a real waste. Not a single

girl in the world saw my envy, my pain, my suffer. Oh, what a torturing

pleasure is to lie at the girls legs, holding the filled with pain scrotum in

your hands, crying desperately "Balls, balls!" and staring at her groin in mad

envy. And without a girl beside it was just a tantalizing torment. And with a

score of naked girls in a hundred meters away and not knowing of your weakness

it was a double killing torture.

All of a sudden heavy rack covered the blue sky, a lound thunder clashed

overhead and it started raining cats and dogs. Before long Nick was back.

"Still lying, can get up?"

"Think so," I replied trying to get up from the ground that already had

turnted into slimy mud. "Where are the girls?"

"They are getting dressed and leaving the place. Gotta do the same."

"Not that fast," I heaved a sigh, already on feet, on my hand pressed

against the trunk of a birch tree and the other holding my still aching balls.

"Damn, not seen the girls, not a pussy, not a pair of breasts, but these damn

balls in my pants. Thanks a lot for whipping them, but it'd have been far better

if you'd done the same on the beach full of naked girls. Thanks," I hissed and

spit into the heavy rain...

Late in the evening I stood naked in my room looking at the high mirrow on

the wall, my wet clothes lying on the floor. I touched my balls. The ache hadn't

left them yet. I took the handoff to see better my genitals in the mirrow. I

stared at my penis and scrotum. I wondered how many nerves were in those small

skin sack - scores, hundreds, thousands, millions or billions. And how many of

them had been hit by those whipping branch. What did nature mean when she did

this sack so vulnerable. What did she... or that the ansher - SHE, she was she,

that is a woman, Nature couldn't have balls because Nature is she, she's got a

pussy. So she did it just for kicks, I mean giving the males hanging outside

balls.

I tried to hide my balls and penis betwen my legs but pressed my legs a bit

harder than my injured testicles could endure. I gave out a painful scream,

grasped my balls in the right hand while trying to catch the balance with the

left arm. Not to let myself fall I pressed the spare hand against the mirrow. I

released my balls to watch again their reflection. How I wished I could see

there a neat slit between my legs. Alas, no way. The same penis and balls. My

weak balls I had gotten hurt today. And not a girl had witnessed it. What a

waste, all the pain in vain. I remebered as many a long time ago, when Mom had

taken me with her to the bathhouse for the last time. I remembered how while in

the steamroom I asked my sister to whip my balls with a bunch of twigs. The same

source of pain as I got today - whipping. It was the first time I on purpose

wanted my balls abused in the presence of girls. Though I was much younger then,

I already felt the need of having my balls hurt and abused by girls. It was

something within me, this special, strange kind of need. Or within my balls? My

balls? I guess my balls hated me. How snug most men keep their precious balls in

their pants, how comfy those balls feel while dangling between their legs. But

not mine. No doubt they hate me. Do I hate them? No, I don't hate them, I'd just

as soon had a pussy instead of them and as they were put not in proper place by

Nature their life won't be that comfortable, specially when beside there is

someone who possesses a pussy. My balls just must respect a pussy, the thing

that should have been on their place. I remebered again that feeling when my

sister had driven all those twigs in my balls and the one I felt today having

the similar phisical pain but being not surrounded by naked girls. What an

enormous differance.

I badly wanted my balls whipped again, but this time before some girls and I

had an idea...

The next day I, Nick, Lina and her girlfriend Cathy were met on a

playground. I suggested that we play tag. All agreed.

The playground was surrounded with bushes. So when I was it I chased the girl

to make her escape from me in the bushes and then I just kept on running after

her, being aware of the perfidious nature of shrub branches and in the hope that

my balls got whipped by them. But every time I was foolowing a girls in the

bushes, their branches lashed my thighs, tummy, cheast, face but every time

missed my groin. The branches were really perfidious. Every time I came out of

the bushes I got crazier and crazier. I so wanted my balls get whipped to let

the girls witness my weakness but every my attempt had failed. In a while I

halted to take some repose, when my eye caught the sight of the beam standing in

the center of the playground. Lina happened to stand upon it. It was my chance

now. If not whipping, then something more hurting. I ran up to the top of the

beam, Lina jumped down to escape my touch and there was nothing left to do for

me but fake a slip of my feet and let my body, the legs astride, fell onto the

beam. To be correctI landed on my poor testicles. They at once got pressed

between the wieight of my body and the wood of the beam. Another second and I

was beneath the beam, rolling in agony on the ground.

I was told several times that i must be lying when I say that when my balls

hurt awfull I think of a pussy and envy girls. They say that when the balls are

on fire aguy can't think of anything else but the pain. No envy, no thoughts of

the opposite sex genitalia advantages. But I do really think of a pussy and envy

girls when my testicles hurt like hell. I do it almost always, but not that

time, beneath the beam. The pain was really killing me. It pierced my body from

the groin to the head. The only thing I wanted was to die. I didn't hear the

girls laugh, though no doubt they were laughing. One can blame them of extreme

cruelty for laughing at the moment when I wanted to die. But it was not their

fault at all. Nature meant it. She meant it when she bestowed the males with

vulnerable testicles. She meantit that when a guy wpuld be writhing in

testicular agony there would be females seeing their advantage of not having

those balls and having fun with Nature's decision. A funny decision. Nature

meant it. As well as I meant it when I let my groin land on the beam. I meant

that there would be two girls madly laughing at my pain and sufferings. Nture

does everything on purpose. She meant it W]when she gave the elephant a trunk to

help it in reaching the food. She meant it when she gave the monkey a tail to

help in climbing the trees. And she meant it giving the males vulnerable balls.

She meant fun and advantage for the females. Why? Because Nature is she, if she

is she, that is female, she must have a puusy not a pair of balls. And she meant

it that there always would be some guy discontented with what she'd given him

and always be letting girls to have fun with his balls.

I don't know how long it took me to hear the first sound around and of course

those sound were the girls' laughter. As soon (and it was not soon actually) as

I heard the first words, I realized the girls were discussing the vulnerability

of the guy's testicles.

"It hurts them so bad," was Cathy's voice,"they can't control their body,

like Gene now. Even a light hit makes their balls hurt a lot."

"Sure, I know it." replied Lina's voice. "It's good we don't have balls."

"Yeah, no doubt. Because of their balls boy don't do the leg split."

"It's a lie," exclaimed Nick's voice, "I do the leg split perfectly."

"Then show us," Lina dared the boy.

And Tom started performing a leg split not far from me. When his crotch was

about half a foot above the grouned, he stopped. It seemed that his limbs were

not enough supple to complete the perfomance.

"Let's help him!" Lina exclaimed. The girls jumped up to Nick and

forcefully pushed his both shoulders down. His groin slammed the ground just

fefor my eyes.

"Oooooh, balls, balls, balls!" Nick wailedin some mad mixture of cry and

moan, while repating the word corresponding to the organs he was clutchingin his

hands.

"You said you did it perfectly," Cathy teased the boy.

"You, bitches, I could do it myself," he replied painfully, oh,it hurts

so..."

"Sure it hurts," replied Cathy, "it hurts because you are a boy and have

balls between your legs. Now see!"

And Cathy (who wore a tight pants) did a hard leg split just in fron of

Nick's face.

"See how I do it without balls between my legs."The girl said triumphantly.

At those words Lina started pressing hard Cathy's shoulders down.

"Wow, see, Nick," Cathy was giigling, "there's no pain at all, why are you

such a cry baby? That's because you have balls and I don't."

Cathy gotb up, turned around to face me and did another leg split just

before my face. "Look, it's good when you are a girl, ain't it, Gene?" she

beamed at me gleefully.

That was real kiiling me. Her cheerful voice, her leg split, my eyes glued

to her groin. What a torture! It was the thing I so missed yesterday in the

woods - some girl making me envy so bad. Oh, girl, please keep on making insane

with my envy. And as if hearing my mental pleas, cathy raised her body high

above the ground and abruptly hit the ground again with her testicleless groin.

Then did it again and once again. Oh. she made me hate my tasticles, the

tasticles that already hated me. Oh, the envy fully engulfed my body, it was

more kiling me than the pain in my miserable balls. Oh, let those balls burst of

pain before my body burst of starngling envy. The body that didn't had a pussy,

however badly it wanted it. Instead there were those thing betwen the legs, the

things that the girl before me was so proud not to have. And she was laughing at

me, at my pain, at my envy.

Cathy got up and her tights pants got stuck in her groin slit. Oh, I just

clearly saw the line of her genitalia slit. How I wished my genitalia, my groin

looked the same, like that slit that I could see on her groin. Oh, Mother

Nature, why all this torture, why. I kept on staring at Cathy's groin. Please,

don't adjust those pants, please don't. Just let me envy that split between her

legs more and more. I wanna have the same thing, the same split. If I had it I

could get up perform the same leg split before the lying Nick. To make him

desperately envy me, like I now envied Cathy. She adjusted the groin part of her

pants. Oh, cathy, please do something more to make my envy most explodable, make

me hate my balls, balls, balls, oh damn those balls. Why did Nature give them

to me. I wanted to stand by Lina and Cathy and have fun with Nick's having

balls. Nick's, not mine. Cathy, do show me how I'm miserable is. And she

suddenly slapped hardly her groin:

"See, Gene, no balls at all in my pants," she gave out a mocking laugh.

"Think it's an advantage over you guys." and she playfully slapped Lina's groin.

Damn, Lina didn't even possessed the instinct, the reaction all we guys have

when we see some object moving towards our groin, no, no the groin is not

correct words, moving towards our hanging balls, Girls have smooth groins and we

have hanging balls. Lina just never wouls feel what it feels to be afraid of

objects moving to the balls. What the hell balls. She doesn't have balls. Those

damn instincts and reactions are mine and Nick's. To hell with Nick, ith his

balls. But my own balls were the problem. That damn reaction. But I wanna have a

pussy, not those balls, reactions, instincts. No doubt I was going crazy, crazy

of my envy, crazy of those girls slapping their groins, making leg splits,

jumping naked in lakes, watering their groins with water squirts, all those

girls putting tennis balls in their pants for fun, all those girls kicking,

kneeing, slapping, punching, whipping,squeezing, flicking my poor balls and then

laughing at my weakness. The girls having a pussy.The girls knowing I wanna have

a pussy like them. I envied them all. And the envy was driving me insane for I

saw no way to become a girl. No way, as I was holding a pair of balls in my

hands, the double organs that were sending to my crazy mind signals of constant,

unbearable pain. And my jealous eye again caught the maddening sight of Cathy's

pants stuck in her slit. Her slit, not mine. Damn...