Pussy Envy 14

covinced of my liking to have my balls abused by girls. Being told of my bet,

Natasha had been very interested in it and suggested her assistance. She said

she would be somewhere near the place of our bet fulfilling and appear on the

spot as soon as it was neccessary. I agreed.

I'd decided that Lina and her girlfriend Svetlana would be the best ones

for the mission. Natasha had a chat with the girls, some kind of instruction, (I

wasn't allowed to hear it) and then I was told to inform Tom of the place and

time. Svetlana's parents were going to be out that evening and so I was supposed

to come with Tom to her garden about eight o'clock.

At the appointed time I and Tom entered the garden to see Lina and Svetlana

sitting on the bench. I looked around. Natasha was not seen anywhere.

Nevertheless I was sure that she was not far up to something. Something

exciting.

The girls got up and walked over to us.I'd told Tom that the girls were

informed of our bet and knew what I wanted of them. So it didn't take me long to

pull my pants down while standing before Lina my legs wide apart. The girls both

chuckled.

"Gene," she said, "are you sure you want me to kick you down there?"

"Not just "down there" but exactly in the balls," I pronounced assuredly.

"But it will hurt you. You, boys, are so weak down there."

"Lina, I said it, it's not "down there" - it's my balls that are weak. Weak

like all the others boys' nuts. Like Tom's, like your dad's, like Svetlana's

cousin, like any other man's. And most men hate having their balls hit,

specially by girls. You, girls, always laugh when you see a boy hit in the

balls. And boys hate it. And Tom does hate too. And he thinks that i must hate

it to. But he's wrong. So please show him."

And she showed. She really didn't want to hurt me too much and her kick was

not of the hardest ones. But the male testicles are constructed in such a

welcome-to-kicks way that the most sensitive part of them is their bottom. The

testicles being the most vulnerable human part of human body, their bottom twice

as sensitive as all the rest of these dangling organs.

So what Lina thought to be some kind of mercy to me was a horrible disaster

to my balls. Her foot at once switched on all the pain receptors of the nerves

my lower scrotum was swarmed with. The nerves that Nature on some vogue purpose

connected directly to the breath center. Like no girl will ever know what it

feels to have the balls hurt, so no one of them ever will be able to know how

the testicle bottom differs in sensitiveness from the rest of the organs. And

never she will understand how a comparely light impact on the soft orbs hanging

between the legs can send a human being into a breathless agony.

And being a male, I knew all that. And not only knew, but it was me who lay

on the ground, unable to breath, unable to control my legs, unable to quench the

pain in my body, the pain that had shot up from the lower scrotum high up to my

stomach. The throbbing source of my helpnessness was clutched in my hands, the

helpless hands that could not to put out the burning fire my lower scrotum was

on. I looked up along Lina's shapely legs. She weared a short skirt, the skirt

that started up not far from her groin. The groin that would never know what a

burning lower scrotum is. Neither it'd know of any othe burning part of scrotum.

Nor of any kind of fire inside the testicles. In her body there would never be a

hand-clutching-the-poor-things-between-the-legs reflex. There were simply no

poor thing between her legs.

I managed to take a first breath to name the poor thing in a pathetic groan:

"Oh, baaalls."

Both the girls couldn't help laughing.

I often asked myself - what did I love about having my balls hurt? Did I

love the pain? No. From the very first time my balls were hit I hate this kind

of pain which is really excruciating, unbearable. Neither I loved the

helplessness of the situation. While having a terrible toothache you still can

easily move around, but having the balls in pain means being unable to control

your legs. It really humilates. The thing I really loved about all that was

those laughs, giggles of the girls that happened to witness your weakness.

My first hurting balls was witnessed by lots of girls and they all laughed at

me. Girls always laugh when they see a boy gets his balls hit. And it's the

thing I love. They laugh not because of being rude and violent, they just laugh

because they've no balls between their legs, those weak balls. And it's the

thing I love. The thing Tom hated - having his balls abused by girls - I loved.

Loved it because I envied them. It was already a reflex in my body and mind, an

envious reflex. The moment my hand grabbed my hurt balls in my mind there was

apicture of a cute slit between a girl's legs. The harder I clutched my poor

balls the more vivid was the picture. I would cry in pain "My balls!" and

mentally I was exclaiming "Pussy, how I envy pussy!" And the girl's laughs and

giggles around just confirmed my envy. The girls laughed because they were happy

not to have balls like me and my envy made sense. No laughing at my weknes girl

could wish to possess balls like me, no giggling girl envied me. Let Tom and all

the rest boys say they never envygirls but my envy did make sense. It did

because the girls laughed. They laughed because they had pussies not balls. I

hated the pain, I hated the helplessness but I do loved the laughs. Tom hated

the laughs. He did from the very first time his elder sister hit him in the

balls. From the very first time girls laughed at my sister's hurting my balls I

love those laughs. I wish I could laugh like them at some poor guy whose balls

were hurting like hell and be happy having somewhat diferent body structure.

Without balls, those balls that I was holding in my hand as I was staring from

the ground up at Lina and her girlfriend.

I eagered to underline the reason of their happy merriness. One more time I

groaned out: "Baaaaalls." Sure it did give them one more mental impulse of being

proud of not having those thins I was so painfully naming.

"Do they hurt so bad?" asked Svetlana.

I nodded with a wry expression across my face.

Tom stepped closer to me and.

"Then why did you, idiot," he addresses me, "let her kick you. You said you

liked it. I don't see any pleasure in your eyes, stupid dude. Why did you let

her?"

Lina turned to Tom. "He just wanna have pussy, like all the girls."

"How do you know?" Tom exclaimed.

"He told me himself."

"But why do let the balls be hurt? I don't understand."

"Because," replied Lina," girls don't have balls and he doesn't feel too much

having them. So why not to abuse them if wanna have a pussy and not them."

Tom scornfully snorted. He bent over me and looking straight in my painful

eyes asked: "Do you really wanna have a pussy?"

"Yeah," I moaned heavily.

"You are a damn moron." he grinned.

"Well," Svetlana cut in, "Tom, he may be a moron, but we know about your

bet. Now it's your turn to get kicked in the balls."

"Never," Tom snarled, "never I let a girl kick my balls. Never a creature

with nothing but a stupid hole between her legs will kick me down there. Unlike

this fool I never dream of having a hole instead of the things I have. I'm proud

of what I have and you'll ever be envying me my things no matter how happy you

may feel with your holes after you kicked such a sissy as Gene. You'd better

give him one more kick and not me. Maybe wahatever he has between his legs will

turn into a silly pussy after a good kick. He doesn't deserve to have what other

men are so proud of."

Tom turned over and headed for the gates. Just then out of the bushes there

appeared Natasha and in a few seconds she was dragging Tom back to us holding

him his crotch.

"There, there, little brat," Natasha merrily said, "so you are proud of

those things in your pants."

"Let me off, let me off!" Tom wasa shouting nervously.

"First let us see what are you so proud of," Natasha pulled Tom up to me.

"Leave my balls alone!"

"Oh, boy, I wouldn't have grasped you if you'd kept your promise and let the

girls kick you like they did Gene. Wasn't that agreed beteen you and Gene?"

"I'm just not a fool like Gene."

"And you are so proud of your balls," Natasha smiled slily. "It's anyone's

right to be proud of any part of their body. As well as the right to envy any

other part you don't possess. As well as not envy anyone. But you offended the

girl and you offended me. I never knew that what I had on the place where you

have your dangling orbs is just a silly hole. You see I'm proud of what I have

as well as you and can't stand any offence. I don't wanna envy me but i want you

to respect my body. The body without those things you're so afraid to be kicked

in by a girl. So will you let the girls to kick you?"

"No!" Tom wailed.

"Okay, girls, let's take his pants off," and Natasha set his critch free

just to get the boys both arms behind his back and in her firm grasp. Holding

Tom by his hands from behind, Natasha made getting the pants off him an easy

task for the girls. Before long the boy's lower part was stark naked.

"And now girl's do what I told you." Natasha commanded.

In a short while Svetlana fetched a long water hose, then attached it to the

water outlet that was in the garden and holding the hose by the end walked up to

Tom and Natasha.

"I'm ready," she reported to the elder girl.

"Then let Lina turn on the water." Natasha gave out another command.

And then I realised what was going on. The water squirm rushing out of the

hose end, Svetlana started aiming it right into the boy's groin. Tom was

kicking both his hands, trying to dodge the powerful squirt. For a while he had

success and Svetlana was kept on trying to hit his balls with the narrow water

stream. Wow! Water! I at once remembered how water could be hurting to the

balls. I remembered my naked jumping into the lake. The way my balls and the

girls pussies entered the water. The sudden killing pain in my testicles and the

smooth, painless female bodies entering the water, the water that added more

pussy envy to me. And now it was a powerful squirt of water that was about to

strike Tom's balls. I already imagined the pain he was going to be in. Not so

much for imagination, yet. My own balls were still terribly aching.

At last the water squirt flew right into Tom's scrotum. A high-pitched cry

of pain and agony followed. Natasha at once let him free and his body collapsed

on the ground downface, his hands holding his balls. His legs were throbbing in

convulsive movements, his hands twitching madly beneath his body at the groin

area. Soon he turned over onto his back, his poor, water-abused, girl-humilated

balls still in his helpless hands.

One burst of female laughter followed another.

"Girls," Natasha said through the mad laughter, "it's time to show him how

nice it feels to have a pussy. Let's show him."

And all the girls started taking off their dresses. Soon all the three were

in their bikinis.

"Show him, Svetlana," Natasha exclaimed and the girl snatched the water

hose again and aimed the squirt right to Natasha's groin. The water stream

breaking up at her groin area, Natasha stood upright, he legs wide apart.

"See, boy, it's only pleasure I feel with the water squirt," Natasha

teased Tom (as well as me), "and you didn't stand even for a second with the

water stream on your "proudful" balls. Svetlana give me the hose."

And soon the water squirt was flowing into Svetlana's groin, then in

Lina's. The girls started romping about trying to get the more water on their

groins, pushing each other aside.

"See Tom how happy they are. Happy with their "silly" pussies and without

your "clever" balls," Natasha went on rubbing it in Tom and me, we both holding

our aching balls and watching the girl's having fun of their natural advantage

and our inborn weakness. And inspite of all the pain,insite of my tantalizing

envy, the envy that was about to explode my damn balls, inspite of all the

humilation I loved the girl's merriness. And I felt great watching Tom's

suffering, watching him staring at the girls' groins that welcomed the water on

them, the water that in a fraction of a second send him in such a pain, made him

so helpless. Just a quick contact of the water with the nerve endings that were

tightly packed in his sack made him so humilated in the eyes of the girls, the

girls that would never know what it feels to have the balls be whipped with a

water squirm. Nor they ever feel their balls impacting the water surface while

jumping naked from a cliff. Because there are no "their" balls. There are only

"our" balls. Mine, Tom's, that poor boy's in the bathhouse, all the other men -

all those are "our" balls. It's "ours" because we shared the same kind of the

pain with Tom. It's "ours" because when I see baseball hits the catcher's groin

I know what he feels, I mentally hold my own balls in my hands along with him.

And all the women around don't have the slightest idea of that kind of pain.

Because there are no such a thing as "their" balls, no girls balls.

However I love watching men in testicle pain. I love watching women laughing

at them. from the early childhood I envied girls and never made a secret of it.

Other boys whether never envied or made a secret of it. I had no idea if Tom at

that moment envied the girls. To hell with his envy or not envy. I just liked

seeing him in that miserable condition. Sure he realised that all that was

because of his balls. He might be proud of them, he migtht be envying wotse than

me - it was his own problem. Natasha was right - everyone have the right to be

proud and the right to envy. As for me was envying as always. Watching the

girls letting the water sqirm landing on the groins - it looked splendid,

splendid when the things attached to your own groin were squeezed in your hands

and you knew no way to drive the pain out of them. And the girls were having

fun.

"Tom, hey, Tom," Natasha kept on teasing. "Why don't you get up and join us?

Or there's something that hampers you? Oh, I see, that's your wonderful balls. I

guess it's a great way to tease us, girls, lying over their, showing us how

you're proud of your balls and making us envying you so bad. Oh how I wish I had

balls to be so happy as Tom and feel no need to play with the girls. Just

relaxing on the ground. Ain't that grand, I mean to have balls."

Suddenly Lina started shouting loud: "Oh I do so wanna have balls and I can

get them"

Soon somehow in her hands appeared two tennis balls. Oh, that was that trick

I taught her. I mean not the way she fetched the balls but the thing she was

going to do. Yeah, in a moment the two balls were under her bikini, just in the

place where a male human is supposed to have his gonads.

"Look girls,I've got balls," she declared proudly. "Not "silly" pee-holes

like you but real wonderful balls. Let me make you envy me."

At those words Natasha grasped Lina's arms and pulled them behind her back to

take hold of her the way it was done with Tom. Svetlana at once picked up the

water hose and aimed the squirt onto Lina's fake testicles.

Lina started screaming, the water splashing on the orbs under her bikini: "My

balls, my balls, they hurt so, or my balls let me go."

Natasha freed Lina's arms and the girld dropped down beside Tom, holding her

imaginary testicles in her hands. She was preaching:

"Oh, woe is me, it hurts like hell, like hell. Girls, do stop giggling, it's

such a pain, oh how could you know it - you've no balls." She imitated some

agony writhingand went on moan-talking: П thought it was so great to have balls.

I was so proud of them. I wanted all the girls envy me but they so hurt now.

Oooooooh, now I envy all the girls, oooooh, my balls, I don't wanna have them

any more. I do wanna play with you girls but because of the balls I... ooooooh,

like Gene I wanna have a pussy but those balls.

I looked at Tom. No doubt he felt greatly humilatied. All that

"fake-balls-teasing" had an enormous effect on him.Okay, let the boy experience

some pussy envy. Guess his sister had hit his balls a wrong way not to have

given him any pussy envy. Mine was far more successful. A right deed in a right

place and in a right time and I was bestowed with pussy envy for the rest of my

life. A good slap into my uncovered balls when before your eyes there are a good

scor of uncovered pussies, a sharp pain you've never known before, sudden

weakness in the legs , a fall onto the floor and the laughing and giigling of

the same good score, the score with pussies and no balls at all. The pussies you

see right before you, the balls you clutch right in your hands and my very

sister standing beside me, with the neat slit between her legs, the thing I

haven't paid much attention before, standing over me and looking at the things

she hasn't paid enough attention before eighter, my balls, standing totally

befuddled with what has happened and getting some explanation from Mommy, Mommy

with beautiful hair triangle between her legs that I haven't paid much attention

before, so getting some explanation from Mommy of the fact that her brother like

all the other boys has balls and those balls are very weak. Oh, how painful it

was to hear all that and all that laughter.My sister was reall whizz-kid with

her proper ballbusting action. And sure Tom's sister was a kind of loser. I've

never regretted my younger sister so all of a sudden gave me pussy envy.

And now watching Tom and Lina lying beside each other, the former in real

pain and maybe some kind of pussy envy and the latter faking the pain and having

no sort of envy, I did not regretted my pussy envy.

Lina perfomed some more agonizing jerks and said: "Oh, my por little balls, I

know what to do with them. I know Tom loves to have balls but unfortunately he

has only two. So I'll give him my two to let him have four."

She pussed her hand under her bikini and extracted one of the tennis.

"Why," she exclaimed, "twice as less the pain." And she took out the other

ball. "Wow! No more pain. Oh let me present these painful balls to Tom." And she

put the tennis balls on the ground right close to the bois loin.

Lina jumped up, crying: "Girls, I have a pussy like you, let's paly again."

Then she stepped over to me and looked at my hannds holding my balls.

"Oh, poor Gene, you still wanna have a pussy but you have those balls like I

had. My advice gave those balls over to Tom to let him have six ones and three

times as much the pain."

"Guess I can't do that," I replied sulkily.

"Then let me try," she smiled and put her hand on my thigh to make me

withdraw my hands from my balls.

"Now will see if you really wanna give youe balls to Tom." and at once she

grasped my scrotum, squeezed my painful balls and pulled them sharply aside.

"My balls!" I gave out a raving scream, "My balls!"

The pronoun "my" was the point word. Unlike palstic balls Lina extracted

from her bikini my orbs belonged to my body, they were of the same chemical

structure, the same DNA formulas as the rest of my body, the body that so badly

longed to have the other groin design, the sort from which my eyes had received

light signals and sent them right into my brain where they were formed into a

mental picture of a neat slit between the legs and simultaneously to my brain

were dilivered the forceful pain signals from the same area in my own body where

the neat slit was supposed to be on the other human bodies according to the

update brain data and there came the signals of tactile sensations from my

fingers, the signals that said that on the place of the neat slit there was some

kind of two little orbs in a sort of sack, and those external organs were the

reason of that awful pain and there was no neat slit at all. And all those

signals got mixed with the audio ones that convey to the brain the idea of

laughter that came from those ones with neat slits on the place where I had a

different thing, a very different thing, from which the pain signals came and

came and came. And the mixture of the signals and mental pictures suddenly

exploded just in the center of my brain and the explosion waves that run through

my body and mind were - ENVY, ENVY, ENVY, ENVY...

And from that time on I didn't like to say aloud "my balls" I just said

"balls" or "the balls" but not "my". My body had balls but they were "the balls"

not "my balls". But when those are being squeezed and puuled aside with a

dreadful force you just cry out "My balls" for they are really yours like it or

not. They are connected with you brain with thousands of nerves and those nerves

keep on sending up o the brain signals that just make your envy worse. And my

eyes keep on sending video signals of the humans watering playfully their groins

with a powerful squirt and my ears recieve the sound waves of a happy laughter.

And all that make your envy worse and worse. Yes, I have balls like that guy

lying on the grass not far from me. And like him because of my balls I wasn't

able to join the girls in their fun, the fun of having no balls. But unlike Tom

I was truly glad to hear the girls merry voices. To realize that they felt happy

because they had what I'd been craving for. No doubt his siter had failed her

mission. There were no proper signals mixed up in his brain.

The pin was killing, killing me but not my envy. How didn I envy those merry

girls. Why wasn't it me a few years ago, me standing before my lying on the wet

floor brother, standing their with a split between my legs. My brother holding

his hands between his legs, moaning somthing painful and staring at me, at my...

oh why do he stares at me so. I ask Mom what happened.

"Why, dear, you hit your brother's balls."

"Balls? You mean those little sack he has down there," and I touch my groin

where there are notany balls at all.

"That's right."

"But why is he on the floor. I hit him only light."

"Dear, all the boys and men have balls and those balls are very weak. If you

hit a boy in the balls it will hurt him bad. You see your brother. He can't get

up. So you must kick boy in the balls only when they are really threatening you

and not for fun."

And I stand over my elder brother who lay down there and in his eyes there's

clearly seen one thing - envy. But what does he envy. And it's really strange

how weak are those little balls of his. Not only of his. Mom said all the boys

have weak balls. How interesting. I wonder why they are so weak, those balls.

Some day I'll try to hit him again in the balls to see if they are really so

weak. Or maybe hit another boy. We'll see. And what is he staring at? Oh, he's

staring not only at me but at all the girls and he looking at one place - yeah

between our.., or really he must think how it good to be without balls. Hee,

hee, sure it's not bad to be a girl. he still can't get up. How funny, how

interested.

And if we are able to tune our mind to hear the thopughts of the others in

the house we hear something like that:

The youngest: "How funny! How interssting! How weak he is!

The teens: "Oh he looks like my brother when I last kicked him down there."

"Yeah, like Peter when I kneed him." "Oh again fun with the balls. It's always

hilarious. That slittle girl showed his brother her real power."

The mature women: "Oh, a good opportunity to teach my younger daughter to

defend herself against the boys." Yeah, I have to told my daughter about male

weakness." "Well, it's rather funny."

And only one of the voices sounds miserable - my brother's mental preaching:

"Why, why balls, why not a thing like my sister have, why not, why not a pussy,

why that pain, why those balls. Why me? Why not my sister? Why don't she have

balls? I'd slapped her back. Not back, I'd have no balls and hit her first. In

her weak balls and show her my cute slit to envy me, envy envy.

Why wasn't that me standing with a slit between my legs and my miserable

brother at my feet.

And now it was me whom lay at the feet of the girls who kept on the water

fun. And it was me who whose sister a few years ago had stood over me planting

the envy-seed deep into my mind. And the balls I was holding in my hands were my

balls. And unlike the girls I had no pussy at all. Anyway I felt there was

something that I liked most in having balls. Because of the balls there was some

thing in my life, some great thing. Freud was rigt that we all depend on our

childhood. I still think that the greatest thing that made the most

revolutionary changes in my mind was that accident with my sister. being hit in

the balls for the first time in the presence of a nude women of different ages

that was the most great thing in my life. If I'd first happened to ijure my

balls by some accident, falling from bycicle for example - I'm not sure if I

ever had pussy envy the way I do. I still think that most exciting thing for me

is being hit in the blls by a naked woman. That's my only pleasure of having

balls. Yeah, I do love having my balls when they are abused by a woman. It's the

most precious part of my body if it's mocked by a woman. The part of body that

women don't have. So maybe women must be miserable without them and not knowing

the pleasure of being kicked in the balls by a nude girl. It's really a splendid

sensation they aren't able to experience. So maybe they must envy me? Don't

know but if you ask me the millionth time whom I do prefer to be back in the

bathhouse - the sister with a neat slit beteen her legs or the brother with all

that great mind-envy explosion in his mind, the greatest sensation in his life,

the sensation his sister would never be able to feel, all that sensation that

makes me a creative person, putting down in words all my feeling and thoughts,

all those sensation compared to the simple thoughts the sister had in her head

like: "How funny, how interesting." Sowho do I prefer to be back in time. I

guess the reader knows the answer for sure. I'd put all my all, all my life on

...... of course, a neat slit. And I'd prefered being the sister with simple

thoughts in her mind and looking at his brother whom she just by accident

granted with the most important event in his life, and whose brain was set on so

complicated thoughts, the thoughts that would never leave him. Id put my

everything on a pussy. For that mind explosin was an envy explosion and when my

balls hurt it just reminds me of that envy. And I wish I were someone's sister

with a slit behind my legs and who could give his brother some great feeling

about his

balls and maybe let him some day become a good author, and me just having simple

thoughts about how it's funny to kick boys in the balls. And with a pussy

between my legs. Because I have pussy envy. It means I wish I had a pussy, not

balls.I do want to have a pussy. I love having balls and time from time letting

them be abused by humans who do have a pussy. But I wanna have a pussy. That's

what envy means.

And lying there, in Svetlana's garden, and feeling some pleasure from the

fact that I witnessed Tom's testicles abused, I do madly, badly envied the girls

their pussies. The happiness of having my balls abused and twice as big the

misery of not having the thing I was so eager to have. And all that was PUSSY

ENVY.