Keith stood between the entrances to the locker rooms, staring at his phone with a hand buried in his pocket. Busy looking sports players and athletic-types walked in and out on either side, paying him no mind. The fox kept his eyes locked on his screen as he scrolled through a random website, pretending like he was reading. Upon closer inspection his attention was really elsewhere. One of his ears was perked, monitoring the echoes of activity from within the female side. Every so often he glanced up, just to confirm nobody was getting suspicious. He intentionally came at a time when it was less crowded so fewer eyes would be upon him. Still, the longer he stood there the more paranoid he became that someone would start asking questions.

        After what felt like ages, the voices and footsteps from within the women’s locker room died away. He waited another minute to make sure there wasn’t any more noise. Then, taking a deep breath and throwing a glance over each shoulder, he walked right inside.

	Keith's heart lurched. He knew he would get in big trouble if he was caught, but in the end that wasn’t enough to deter him. The fox moved quietly and peeked before turning every corner. As he predicted, the room was empty. He breathed a sigh of relief, but knew he wasn't in the clear yet. Shoes squeaking, people shouting, and the occasional whistle being blown could all be heard in the distance. People were everywhere.

	While he had never been inside the female locker room, Keith did have experience with the men’s side. It looked similar but not identical. The layout demanded a bit of exploration before he found a spot with a good view. He began trying to open lockers, but the first few were locked. When he couldn’t find one that opened he got nervous. It wasn’t until the fifth he tried that it worked. A single jacket hung inside, accompanied by a pair of pink sneakers and a duffel bag sitting at the bottom. There was just enough room for him to fit. Not willing to push his luck any further, he climbed in right away and closed the door. It was claustrophobic and stuffy but much safer than standing out in the open.

	The first thing Keith did was whip out his phone. He turned the brightness down, muted every notification and sound effect, and turned the flash on his camera app off. Just to be sure he double and triple checked that he had done so. Then he locked it again, leaving himself in the dark. He didn’t know how long he would be there so he went out of his way not to drain the battery. Pressing his face against the door slats, he peered out and checked the range he had. It was a great spot; he could see most of the locker room where people would actually be changing, and also some of the communal showers. He grinned. Everything was going according to plan.

	The fox waited patiently. It was a dull thirty minutes until someone appeared, at which point he perked up. He peeked outside and his heart raced. A group of three girls walked in from the pool entrance: a rabbit, a wolf, and a shark. Each wore her own color swimsuit and were dripping with water, their bodies glistening. They were chatting about everyday things, oblivious to their voyeur’s presence. He didn't pay attention to exactly what they were saying but he did manage to pick up their names. The rabbit was named Ashley, the shark Samantha, and the wolf Haley.

	Keith huffed in excitement, already feeling a stirring in his pants. He hurriedly held his phone up to the slats so he could snap pictures while watching. The girls’ outfits accentuated their curvy bodies while tastefully hiding the best parts. Once he got a good look at them he could tell they were athletes; the shark and the wolf had built up subtle muscle toning on their arms and legs, while the rabbit looked especially agile and fit.

	Stripping their suits off and leaving them behind, the young women walked to the showers together. Keith couldn’t resist the urge. He tugged his fly down and reached into his jeans to fish for his cock. The stiff rod sprung out and twitched, waiting for attention. He touched himself as his phone silently captured their bodies, taking shots from every angle. They started hosing themselves down as soon as they got there, washing all the chlorine off. He could hear them laughing and gossiping with each other, comfortable as can be under the assumption that no men were around. How wrong they were, he thought.

	After a quick rinse, Keith heard the shower handles squeak as the water was shut off. They returned to the main part of the locker room with towels and worked on drying themselves. Seeing them up close again made Keith’s cock throb and dribble. Warmth built between his legs as he pumped himself faster and breathed heavily. He fantasized what it would feel like to bury himself in each of them, which was enough to push him over the edge. Biting his lip to keep quiet, he gushed ropes of cum in rhythmic spurts. They landed on the inside of the door, slowly oozing down. His afterglow set in once it was over, leaving him in a blissful trance.

	Keith was ripped away from the moment when he heard a phone notification sound from nearby. It wasn't one he recognized, though. He raced to find its source when he realized it was in the jacket that hung next to him.

	"Just a sec!" Ashley said to her friends. She walked right toward Keith, humming to herself. He froze up in panic. It suddenly felt very uncomfortable to have his penis exposed, knowing someone was about to see it. Scrambling, he tried to shove it back into his pants, but it was impossible while he was still erect. He contemplated bursting out and running away before she got there, but even if it gave him a better chance at escape he just couldn't bring himself to do it. A lifetime of training made him deeply uncomfortable at the prospect of running around in public while naked. Before he had time to go soft, the rabbit was already at the door.

	When Ashley opened her locker she let out a piercing scream, jumping backwards. Her face turned red as a tomato and she covered her bare chest with her arms. She glanced down at the cum-stained door, then back up at Keith. He still had his hands on his penis, trying to cram it into his pants.

	“N-No, wait! I’ll leave, I’m sorry!” Keith pleaded. He was mortified. Holding his hand out in front of himself, he averted his eyes, trying not to offend her further. “I-It was a mistake! Please don’t scream!”

	"Pervert!" the woman shrieked. She did the first thing she could think of, which was kick. The instep of her foot found its way between his legs where it met his crotch with a thud and a crack. Keith cried out like an injured animal, his voice climbing an octave. The pain of being hit down there mere seconds after cumming felt like an anvil had been dropped on his balls. His jeans did almost nothing to cushion the blow. They did a good job stopping his balls from slipping out of the way of her foot, though. The force of the kick lifted him off his heels and made him bang his head against the top of the locker. When his feet touched ground again, his knees gave out. As he crumpled forward his phone slipped from his hand and skidded across the floor.

	Ashley gasped as he landed face-first into her chest and wrapped his arms around her for support. He groaned in pain, but the faceful of fluffy breasts kept him rock hard. While he was clinging to her and struggling to find his footing, he mistakenly prodded her in the leg with his erection. At first she was frozen in disbelief. Then she growled and grinded her teeth. With burning scorn, she raised her leg again, aiming just below where his cock stuck out. Her knee plowed into his jewels with a moist crunch. The second hit made him squeal and his eyes go cross. Protecting his aching groin with his paws, Keith slid down her naked body and curled up on the floor, whimpering. His erection went limp and draped across his knuckles.

	The other two rushed over as soon as they heard the scream. Their shock mirrored Ashley’s when they saw the intruder. A man inside their locker room, indecently exposed no less. They were up in arms.

	“Women only! Didn’t you see the signs?!” Haley shouted. She pointed to the exit where a pink sign with a feminine silhouette hung.

	“Of course he did.” Samantha said. “Look at him, his dick is hanging out! I bet he was here to watch us!”

	“He was! I saw him!” the rabbit said. “He was totally touching himself too! Ugh!”

	While her friends were berating Keith, the wolf noticed his phone laying on the ground. She picked it up to find it was still unlocked. With a curious tilt of her head she began searching through it, going to his text messages first. When the fox saw her he called out, “Wait! Don’t touch that!” but she ignored him. Frantic, he scrambled toward her, reaching for her leg. Before he got there a feminine hand darted between his thighs and grabbed ahold of him from behind. It squeezed hard, and he yelped.

	“I swear to god, if you so much as lay one finger on her…” Samantha said, “... I will personally make sure you never breed. Got it?” Keith tripped over himself to yield. She let up the pressure but refused to release her grip. Turning to the wolf, she asked “Find anything?”

	“Not yet. Just him talking to his mommy.” she answered, rolling her eyes. “Dude… don’t you have a girlfriend?”

	“Pffft. Are you kidding? If this loser could get laid he wouldn’t be here in the first place.” Samantha said. “No wonder girls don’t like you. You’re desperate and a creep. Total pussy repellant.” Her venomous words got right under his skin and cut deep into his ego. He felt a strong compulsion to defend himself but he couldn’t think of anything to say.

	“Look in his picture album or something. I bet he’s got dirt there.” Ashley said. Keith’s eyes went wide at the suggestion.

	“No!” he cried out. It took all his self restraint not to leap to his feet and grab for his phone. The fingers encircling his nuts were a reminder of what was at stake. Instead he resorted to begging her. With his hands clasped together, he assumed a submissive position at her feet, bowing his head low. “Please! I’ll do anything! Just stop looking!”

	“Oh my god…” the wolf said under her breath. She swiped her thumb across the screen, flipping through the dozens of photos he had just taken. Her jaw dropped and she clenched her hand into a fist. “This fucking freak took pictures of us!”

	“What?!” the others exclaimed. The shark let go of Keith’s sac and they rushed to Haley’s side, watching the screen with her. They didn’t believe it until they saw for themselves. As they thoroughly rifled through his privacy Keith pressed his face against the floor, unable to look up. It was all fun and games until he was the one in the spotlight. He felt a tornado brewing in his stomach and covered his head with his hands, trying to hide. If it were possible to die of embarrassment, he would have dropped dead then and there. After the girls got past their own pictures they started swiping through the rest of his gallery. It turned out to be an endless collection of lascivious media.

	“Why is it all porn?!” Haley asked. “All this guy does is jerk off all day! Could you even be more of a virgin?!”

	“I can’t look any more.” Ashley said, turning away. “Just get rid of it. I don’t want my nudes floating around the internet for the rest of time.” The wolf nodded in agreement. Placing it flush against her knee, she pushed down on either end. It broke with a loud crack and a shower of plastic chunks. To wipe out any chance the images survived she took it to the nearby bathroom and pushed open the door to a stall. Keith looked up just in time to see her drop it into the toilet. He whimpered, but sucked it up; right now replacing a phone or his porn stash was the least of his worries.

	All three ladies stood in a circle around the fox, looming over him with unhappy faces. He shrunk away from them, trembling lightly in fear. There was no defense for his actions so he didn’t even try; he hoped that by staying silent he would seem less threatening.

	“Do we call the cops?” Samantha asked.

	“No way.” Haley insisted. “I’m not letting him off the hook that easy. What if he skitters away to creep on some other ladies? He’d take pictures of them too! No… I’m gonna teach him some manners first.” She cracked her knuckles like a bouncer, staring daggers at him.

	“You know what? You’re right.” the shark conceded. As a consensus rapidly formed, Keith found his voice again.

	“Please don’t hurt me!” he whimpered. “I won’t do it again. Not ever. I swear!” They found his pleas nothing short of contemptible.

	“I think we should hit his balls some more.” Ashley proposed, studying his reaction. Keith whimpered louder and crossed his legs, shaking his head rapidly.

	“Nonono! Not my nuts! Anywhere but there! Please, you don’t understand how much it hurts!”

	“Hahaha! See? Look how scared he is! Guys are so predictable.” the rabbit laughed. “He’s totally afraid of getting his junk screwed up. Let's do it!” The other women joined her in laughter and his stomach sank. He felt their hands all over him, grabbing and pulling at his limbs to expose his crotch. Normally being groped by a trio of naked ladies would be cause for celebration, but not under these circumstances. He fought against them with the ferocity of a cornered animal. There was no way he could win against three athletic women at once, though. Especially not after sustaining multiple devastating nut shots in a row.

	“Nooo! God, please no! Not again!” he squealed. The more he begged them and complained, the more they seemed to find it humorous. It had the effect of eliciting even crueler treatment.

	“What a loser. He’s crying like a baby and we haven’t even started yet! Aren’t you supposed to be a man?” Samantha jeered. She grabbed a handful of his hair and got up in his face, snarling. “Maybe you should have thought twice before being a dirty little pervert. Clearly you can only think with your balls, though. So it’s only fair we punish them, right?” The shark’s scowl turned into a smirk as she got an idea. “Let’s stand him up, girls.”

	Keith was hoisted to his feet by Ashley and Haley, who supported him beneath his shoulders. The shark unbuttoned his pants while her friends held him in place. Pulling them down to his knees along with his underwear, she exposed his genitals. He whimpered and tried to wiggle away so she grabbed his bare sac and dug her fingers in until he stopped. With her newly acquired “leash” she led the fox back to his hiding spot, forcing him to walk along lest his orbs be separated from his body.

	Once he was in front of the locker, Samantha made sure his balls were flat against its door frame. She let go and grabbed the door instead, opening it as far as it went. When he realized what they were doing he started to panic. Squirming and pivoting his hips, he pulled his gonads out of the way. The girls holding him combined their weights to pin him against the locker, putting an end to his little stunt. Haley pinched his flaccid cock and lifted it out of the way, holding it against his belly.

	“Now!” she called out. Right on cue, Samantha slammed the locker shut on his balls. Keith wailed, curling his toes and digging his fingers into the girls’ biceps. The metal door crushed his nuts flat, then bounced back with enough energy to swing open again. They erupted in laughter at him.

	Stunned from the strike to his genitals, Keith put up no resistance as they set up for the next hit. He watched in horror as the shark took hold of the door; only this time, it didn’t look like she was going to slam it. Instead she placed her foot against it, then shot a glance to her friends. They checked to make sure the fox’s nuts were still in the danger zone, then nodded to her. Without any warning, she violently kicked the door shut, putting her whole body into it. He screamed like a kit.

	The door hammered shut so hard the mechanism clicked into place. Unlike last time, it didn’t rebound. He broke into a fit of howling and sobbing as continuous crushing pressure was applied. Not only to his testes, but to the plumbing connecting them to his body. At that point the girls let go of him, forcing the fox to hold up his own weight. He hobbled in place while standing on his toes, scrabbling at the door handle. It was jammed. The rubbery objects stuck in the way were preventing it from opening; not to mention even the slightest manipulation of the door sent a wave of pain through his body. The ladies giggled as they watched him struggle, making him feel like an idiot.

	Keith’s vision blurred and his legs wobbled as he labored just to stay standing. He was afraid that brute forcing his way out would break something, but he didn't see much other option. If he didn't get loose soon he might not make it in one piece. The idea of either outcome made the pit in his stomach grow into a black hole. With shaky hands, he carefully pushed himself away from the locker, trying to extricate his trapped jewels. It caused an explosion of agony as the squeeze was tightened further. The unexpected pain made his legs buckle, causing him to slip and fall to the ground. He let out a piercing screech as his balls squirted out from between the locker and its door. They passed through the tiny crack one after the other with soft “fwip” noises. Forced to compress dangerously flat to fit, the nerve-packed organs ignited with unbearable pain. Once they were on the other side they slowly reinflated.

	The fox landed on his back with a thump, yowling and sobbing. He rolled back and forth while cupping his boys like he thought he’d never see them again. Struggling to process the pain, he trembled and hyperventilated, babbling incoherently.

	"Ouch." Samantha snickered. "For a second there I thought those spuds were done for."

	"Lucky for us, huh?" the rabbit added.

	“Alright, let me have a crack at it already.” Haley said. “I want a chance before you girls break him.” She looked eager to get her hands dirty, which made Keith go pale.

	Before long they had the man sprawled out and pinned to the floor. His pants were yanked off completely, underwear included. The only thing they left were his shirt and his shoes. Ashley knelt behind him with his head resting in her lap, holding his arms down. Being propped up gave him a good view of his lower half. Meanwhile Samantha was at his waist with her hands on his legs to keep them spread nice and wide. When he tried to bring them together she resisted, opening them right back up. “Nuh-uh~” she teased. The fox’s nuts were left dangling out in the open, unprotected from the angry lady about to pummel them.

	Keith watched bug-eyed as the wolf stood between his legs with her foot drawn. She held it, not kicking yet, making the fox tremble and sweat in anticipation. Staring straight at her target, she wiggled her toes threateningly. He strained with all his might to close his legs, shaking his head side to side. “N-No!” he pleaded. She finally swung her foot at him, but only an inch before it struck she abruptly stopped. Keith flinched anyway, his entire body jerking. When the pain didn’t come he whimpered, feeling tormented.

	Seconds after faking him out, Haley kicked again. Her leg carried frightening speed as she drove it unforgivingly into his weakest spot. A dull whump could be heard accompanied by a high-pitched scream. Sobbing followed shortly after. The wolf’s paw mangled his eggs, forcing his delicate reproductive tissues to squish and mold around her toes to stay intact. The other girls giggled and watched with great interest as she repeated the action, kicking him again and again. Every blow caused his body to jerk in their arms. Tears streamed down Keith’s cheeks and his eyes rolled up as a sickening ache spread from his groin. Every nerve in his body was on fire.

	In the middle of riding the torture carousel, Keith was greeted to another unwelcome surprise. A different group of women happened to be passing through the locker room. They saw everything. All ten or so were deeply troubled at the sight of a male in their private space. As they stared at the fox, their eyes were drawn to his penis and the bruised sac hanging below it. Keith blushed bright, humiliated to be seen naked and crying in front of so many cute girls. He instinctively tried to cover his face to hide his identity, but Ashley didn’t allow it.

	“How’s it going, ladies?” the rabbit asked casually.

	“W-What is he doing here?!” one of them blurted.

	“He was snapping photos of us behind our backs. Real piece of shit.” Samantha answered, flicking the male on his nut for emphasis. It made him yelp loudly.

	
	“Speaking of that… want to help out? The more the merrier!” Ashley asked. As soon as Keith heard what she said he objected.

	“What?! No! Y-You can’t just-” He was cut off when she clasped a hand over his mouth.

	“So? How about it?” she asked again, giving them a friendly smile. A few of the girls stepped up to the plate, some out of sheer curiosity and others out of a genuine desire to make him suffer. Keith watched with wide eyes as the first one, a fox like himself, took her turn. His nuts were sent bouncing all over the place as she delivered a painful kick with the toe of her tennis shoe. She smiled with gratification as he reacted to it by writhing around and sobbing. A golden retriever went next, giving him a practiced low blow that put the first girl to shame. Keith screamed, his legs shaking from the pain. The last volunteer was a tigress sporting a pair of stylish fur-lined boots. His heart sank at the sight of her footwear. A noisy crunch echoed off the walls followed by a piercing but garbled screech. The whole group collectively cringed as they watched her bury the boot dead-center into his scrotum. It was hard to keep a straight face, even for a bunch of people without testicles.

	Once everyone who wanted to take a shot had taken one, the larger group of women departed and went on their way. Ashley let go of Keith’s mouth, allowing him to gasp and pant for air. While his guard was down the wolf jumped in and gave him one last extra hard kick. He screeched, his resolve crumpling under the ceaseless testicular assault.

	“Okay.” Haley said, wiping the sweat from her brow. “I think I made my point. One of you girls take over.”

	It was easy for them to swap positions while their captive was writhing around in agony. Samantha took her turn next. "Wishing you were born a girl yet, buddy?" she asked with a smirk, hovering a foot over his groin. He winced and tensed up as she carelessly planted it on his testicles. In a vaguely threatening gesture she rolled the organs beneath the ball of her foot, feeling them around. When she leaned forward and put a bit of weight down Keith screamed. Applied to the balls, even mild compression was pure torture. As she went on, though, the compression became anything but mild. The shark lifted her foot only to stomp back down again, crushing his nuts against the floor. His body convulsed and he choked, his stomach tightening up. He shook violently as she twisted her foot back and forth like she was putting out a cigarette butt.

	As the shark put more weight on his testes, they squirted out from beneath her slippery foot. Keith shrieked in pain when it happened. Annoyed, she lifted her foot and allowed them to roll back into place. She stepped down slower next time, which prevented them from escaping. Keith grinded his teeth and tears ran down his cheeks. He was in agony as she slowly but surely crushed his balls.

        The world was a blur. Keith didn’t even realize Samantha had stopped until Ashley took her place between his legs. He looked up at her with bloodshot eyes, silently pleading for mercy. With a grin she slammed her foot into his testicles anyway, making him cry out. She watched with righteous indignation as he squealed and jerked around following every punt to his groin. Each strike left the fox’s scrotum progressively more swollen and purple. It was cathartic for her to watch them bruise in real time.

	Among the trio, Ashley was most gifted in terms of endowment. With nothing to hold things in place her chest bounced every time she swung her leg. As a result she unwittingly gave Keith quite the show while beating his testicles senseless. Even though he was in crippling pain he couldn’t take his eyes off them. She didn't seem to notice how lewd it looked, or even remember that she was undressed in the first place. Despite the hellish pain between his legs, the sight made his cock slowly raise into the air. She spotted him getting hard right away and realized what he had been gawking at the whole time. With a frustrated growl she kicked him much harder, even throwing some stomps into the mix. “Stupid. Fucking. Pervert!” She shouted, hammering her foot down between each word. Keith squealed and his cock shriveled up again, trying to hide from danger as its accompanying organs were mercilessly flattened. The highly unpleasant combination made him wonder if he could ever look at a pair of tits the same way again.

	The last thing Keith saw before he passed out was the rabbit’s foot smashing into his balls heel-first. Everything went black the moment it struck. The fox stopped wailing and went limp in the girls’ arms.

        “Woah. I think that did it.” Ashley said.

        “I don’t believe him. He’s trying to weasel his way out.” Haley accused. “Do it again. See if he’s faking.” The rabbit didn’t seem to have a problem with that. Leveraging her powerful leg muscles, she delivered an especially rough kick to his nuts. A crunch could be felt against her toes as the organs struggled to slip away. The male’s body jerked and he gurgled quietly, but otherwise he didn’t move at all.

        “Hm… you might be right.” she admitted. “Whatever. I’m sick of this twerp anyway." Concluding that it wasn’t fun to torture an unresponsive victim, they decided instead to move on with the rest of their day. They left the unconscious pervert on the floor while they finished drying off. Once they were dressed in their street clothes like they had originally planned, they held a brief deliberation over his fate.

        “Let’s make sure this weirdo learns his lesson and never creeps on women again.” Haley said. “I’ve got an idea that’ll set him straight. Can you go find something to write with, Ashley?” The rabbit nodded and went on a search for a marker in her bag. While she was busy the other two went to the nearby utility closet to fetch a broom, a length of rope, and a roll of duct tape. Then Haley stopped by her locker to rummage around for spare bits of clothing, collecting a bandana and a handful of loose socks.

	Once the girls had reassembled around their sleeping captive, they got to work. The first thing they did was strip the rest of his clothes off and drag him to the center of the room where he would be impossible to miss. His wrists were bound together with rope and tethered to an overhead beam, suspending him from the ceiling. He slumped forward, forced into a standing position. To prevent him from speaking they crammed the balled up socks into his maw, then sealed it with a piece of duct tape over his mouth. When they tied the bandana around his eyes, his ability to see was also taken.

	Tying his hands was a good start, but it wasn’t enough to stop him from protecting himself. A spreader bar was required for that effect. They didn’t have proper equipment just laying around, but it was simple enough to rig on their own. One of the girls made sure his legs stayed open while another held the broom against his achilles tendons. The third was responsible for wrapping it all in duct tape. She layered the tape multiple times to make sure it held and ended up going through a lot of the roll.

        When they were done, Keith was trapped with his legs spread wide and his balls hanging out. He was completely exposed, and the position was virtually impossible to escape from. The last step was the easiest: Ashley moved his cock off to the side then slapped a piece of tape over it. His member was adhered to his hip, out of the way of his testicles. They were more interested in hurting those nerve-packed eggs that fueled his arousal.

	Haley stood in front of the fox, looking his nude body up and down. She motioned to Ashley to hand over the permanent marker. “So you like spying on strangers, huh? Looking at them naked without their permission? Well, let’s see how you like it.” she hissed. Uncapping the marker, the woman wrote on his white chest-fur using big bold letters. When she was done it read: “I got caught peeping on you. Please let me know how you feel.” She complemented it by drawing an arrow on his abdomen that pointed downward to his genitals. As if it wasn’t clear enough, she went further and drew a target centered on the crux between his legs.

	“I wanna write something too!” Ashley said. Her friend handed over the marker and she knelt down between his legs, scribbling messages on his thighs and around the base of his cock. She drew a line connecting one his scrotum, labeling them “worthless.” Another she connected to his penis, reading “never touched.” The last was an instruction regarding his balls, telling the viewer to “kick here.” She couldn’t help but giggle as she wrote them.

	“I think they get the idea.” Haley teased. “Come on, girls. Our job here is done.” They left the fox without so much as a hint, preferring instead to throw him into the fire.

	Some time later, Keith awoke to the distant sound of people talking. He opened his eyes but saw only darkness. Confused, he tried and failed to stand up. He panicked when he snapped to the realization that he was already on his feet. His legs weren’t cooperating, and similarly he could not lower his arms. Something was very wrong. He tried to call for help but it came out muffled. Fabric occupied every inch of his mouth, wicking away all the moisture and holding his tongue down. Though he couldn’t see, he was almost certain he was naked. He could only judge by the feeling of air against his skin and the sensation of his balls swaying freely. The humid atmosphere and smell of chlorine indicated he hadn’t moved much either.

	The faraway voices grew louder as they came closer. They were joined by the sound of footsteps as a group walked into the locker room. Keith heard a series of gasps, cursing, and whispering as the women saw him. Helpless to do anything else, he squirmed and let out muffled whimpers. He couldn’t even cover himself up; everything was on full display. The fox was terrified and filled with humiliation, not even allowed to know which people were seeing him naked. He tried to close his thighs to cover his shame but he could only move his knees so far. When that failed he lifted his legs into the air and tried to curl up. He didn’t get far doing what was essentially an awkward pull-up. Being of modest strength, he could only maintain it for a second or two before slumping back down in exertion. Panting heavily through his nose, he regretted even trying that. There really was nothing he could do but rely on the mercy of someone else to save him. The most frustrating part was his lack of ability to explain his side of the story. Not that he was confident anyone would believe him anyway.

	Keith learned a new meaning to pain that day. Apparently, hatred for perverts was ubiquitous among the ladies that frequented the locker room. His unprotected testicles were beaten by everyone that happened to pass by, or so it felt like. The fact that he couldn’t see meant every hit was a surprise and he was constantly on edge. It was forever imprinted in his brain, the feeling of each of their feet as they took turns punting his balls into his throat. Most of them were barefoot or just wearing socks, but occasionally he felt someone wearing sandals or sneakers too. Others knelt down and made him feel their knuckles with a painful jab or uppercut. Some were so cruel as to grab on and squeeze, or even twist them like they were turning a doorknob. The last method made him squeal especially loud. Most of the women weren't willing to put their bare hands on a pervert’s genitals, though; even if it was for the express purpose of damaging them.

	Squirming and bucking around in place, the fox let out muffled cries of desperation. He was trying to signal someone, anyone, to help him. Nobody was interested. Not after reading the allegation scrawled across his chest. Were it not for the agonizing kicks and the incessant whispers gossiping about him, taking place only feet away, he would have thought he was invisible.

	Keith yelped as a new, unfamiliar foot was buried in his crotch. He could tell she wasn't wearing shoes because of how soft the fur on her instep was. “Oh my gosh, I’ve literally always wanted to do that to a guy!” the giddy stranger that kicked him said, presumably to her friends. She earned a round of snickering from other feminine voices.

	Not long after that group left, he could feel another approaching. Rather than getting kicked or punched right away, though, he heard one of them talking in a hushed voice. “I don’t know, I feel weird about this. What if I really hurt him?”

	“Just pretend he’s your ex or something.” another voice said. There was a worrying moment of quiet. In that time the once-timid girl silently transformed into a natural ball breaker, gaining the courage to deliver a bone shattering kick between the fox’s legs. Her shin violently squished his nuts into his pelvis. Keith let out a high-pitched scream into his gag, then wailed pathetically. The feat earned a cheer from all the girls watching. It sounded like more people than he first thought there were. His cheeks went red and his ears drooped.

	Tears of masculine agony streamed down Keith’s cheeks, soaking his blindfold. His gag was in a similar way with drool dripping down his chin. He tried to scream in pain with every ounce of effort, but it came out stifled. His efforts earned a wave of distinctly female giggling from his onlookers. They watched him as he squirmed around and moaned impotently, enjoying his suffering.

	At some point Keith lost track of precisely how many times he had been hit in the nuts. He gave up on counting when he got to fifty. Ultimately it ended up being hundreds; delivered by dozens of different feet, both bare and with footwear. Every assault on his genitals made them ache infinitely worse until he felt like he was going insane. As pain wracked his body in a way he couldn’t comprehend, he wondered if he hadn’t actually died and gone to hell. He couldn’t imagine any other explanation.

	It almost felt like a miracle when he was finally discovered by staff. By then he was catatonic. Most of the swimmers in his sac had been beaten into submission and a good few were dead. It was safe to say he wouldn’t be back to normal fertility for days, maybe weeks. The people who found him quickly surmised what had happened based on reports they received and the state they found him in. It would be a long wait before he could even be questioned, though; to do that he first had to be conscious.