Ethan lay sprawled on his side, taking up most of Madison’s small dorm-room bed. He was trying to position himself in a way that looked casual but also showed off his well-defined biceps, his powerful thighs and, of course, the package that rested in the Y made by his legs, one resting on the bed and one propped up. He liked the way his boxer briefs showed off the outline of his cock and balls. He was already getting hard at the thought that Madison would soon be sucking it. What girl could resist this!

Madison had gone to the campus store to buy condoms after she had finally given into Ethan’s constant insistence that they should hook up. At first, Madison hadn’t wanted to because Ethan’s girlfriend, Lizzie, was supposed to be Madison’s best friend. But Ethan knew that Madison didn’t really respect Lizzie. No one did. Lizzie never had the confidence that commanded respect, so even her so-called friends didn’t give too much thought to what Lizzie wanted. That made it easier for Ethan to seduce Madison without worrying too much about Lizzie finding out.

Lizzie had been his girlfriend since junior high, and since they had both started at the same university earlier that month, he had been glad she was here and available for sex. But he knew their relationship would not last much longer, just until he found the next girl he wanted.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. That was quick, he though, Madison must be really hungry for it. He was annoyed that he was going to have to wear a condom this time. He had bullied Lizzie into going on birth control so that he could shoot in her. It made him feel extra powerful when he was in her. He’d get Madison there too, it might just take a while.

As he opened the door, he wondered, a second too late, why Madison was pounding on her own door instead of using the key. Then, he realized as he found himself face to face with Lizzie, her face red and her jaws clenched.

His first thought was to grab his clothes because, for the first time in his entire relationship with Lizzie, he suddenly felt vulnerable. Still holding the open door in his right hand, he took a step towards the pile of clothes with his left foot, his right foot lagging stupidly behind.

And that turned out to be the fateful moment. His legs spread and he suddenly, terrifyingly felt his ball sac hanging there unprotected just as Lizzie let out a furious shriek and brought her knee up directly into both of his family jewels. The stabbing pain as they compressed against his pelvis hit at the same time that he felt his entire body go cold with panic.

He grabbed for Lizzie’s shoulders, but it was too late. The self-defense training she had must have kicked in because he realized with disbelief that her fist was already closed around his nuts and she was twisting.

The pain screamed a warning in his brain, but all he could think was: this can’t be happening! He had never felt so powerless. This was impossible. In that moment, everything that was important to him was in Lizzie’s control. He started to cry and not just from the pain that was now surging in sharp electric currents through his body.

“Ok, ok, ok,” he begged as he tried to shuffle backwards, “I’m sorry I cheated! Calm down”

At that moment, he stumbled backwards over a pair of shoes that Madison had left on the floor. This freed him from Lizzie’s grip, but landed him jarringly on his back. His testicles contracted to his body, the cords feeling tense and bunched from the stain they had just been under.

If Ethan had been giving less mental energy to wondering if balls were damaged (*they can’t be damaged, can they? please god let them be ok and I will do anything!*), then he might have notice earlier that Lizzie was standing over him, her foot already traveling rapidly toward his right ball, clearly outlined against his tight boxer briefs.

He saw pure rage on her face as the kick connected and his body was consumed with pain. Then, as he reached down and felt the ball (*fuck! it is definitely swollen and misshapen. this can’t really be happening*) he saw something else flicker across her face for a second. Something that he had never seen before in their entire relationship. Was that satisfaction? Or a sense of superiority?

Whatever it was, it was there for only a moment before it was replaced by what looked like panic and she said, “We have to get you to the hospital now!”