“You’ve seriously never tried a batting cage?” Jessica asked.

“No” Michael self consciously replied.

“You gotta try it then.”

“Ok, I’ll try…but make it a low speed for me, I never play baseball.”

“Sure.” Jessica assured him. Michael fumbled with the helmet to get it on, grabbed the bat and stepped into the cage. He felt self conscious as he lifted the bat over his shoulder getting ready to swing. He didn’t know if he was holding it right.

“Did you start it yet?”

“Yeah” Jessica replied. She and Emily smiled deviously as she set the speed to 90 mph. During the time it took Jessica to get the speed changed, Michael wondered what was wrong. He dropped the bat to his side, and thoughtlessly walked onto the plate, trying to get a better view to see if something was wrong with the pitching machine. “Michael, get off the plate!” Jessica yelled. Her warning came as the first ball shot out of the machine. At ninety miles an hour, there was no way to dodge it. The ball was a car driving 90 on the freeway, and Michael was standing right in front of it, luckily or unluckily for him, the entire impact of the crash was absorbed by his genitals.

Michael fell abruptly to the ground, rolling off to the side. His penis and testicles had just suffered the trauma of a car accident, there was so much pain emanating from his manhood, that he knew he was in real trouble. He vomited. Emily, Jessica and Ashley’s eyes were opened wide with shock, but they were all smiling. Michael’s eyes were closed. He was laying there in the fetal position rocking back and forth slightly. His breaths were shallow as even breathing seemed to make the mind blasting pain worse. “Are you ok?” Emily asked, holding herself back from laughter.

“It hurts so bad.” He muttered. The girls started laughing, but tried to stifle it.

“You shouldn’t have walked in front of it.” Jessica scolded. “It was set to ninety miles an hour.” Michael’s mind reeled with this new information. He felt certain that he would lose his testicles. He started to have a panic attack. The pain was quickly worsening.

“Oh my gosh Michael, I hope you weren’t too attached to your nuts.” Ashley laughed. The girls gave in and started cracking up with her.

“Hope you and julia weren’t planning on having kids.” Emily added. The laughter became more boisterous.

“Oh my god, poor Michael.” Jessica said.

As the pain continued to increase, Michael couldn't hide his fear. "This is really bad, this is really bad, really really bad." He cried through labored breath as he rocked back and forth trying to find some form of relief. The girls were just laughing.

"Is it really bad?" Jessica asked. Ashley and Emily chuckled. Michael was moaning. Tears were forming in his eyes.

"Did you break your balls?" Emily asked. Ashley and Jessica burst into laughter. Michael didn't respond.

"Oh my gosh" Ashley laughed. “Can they really break?”

"Nah, I don't think so." Emily said. "I'm sure he'll be fine."

“Yeah, I'm sure.” Ashley laughed.

“Let’s help him out of here.” Emily said. She went into the the cage. “Can you walk over to a bench with us?” She asked condescendingly, a huge grin on her face.

Michael looked at her. “I don’t know, I feel horrible.”

“Come on, you’re fine, you got hit pretty hard, but at least it's just your balls, right?.” She giggled. Emily helped him to his feet. “Ok, we just need to walk over to that bench, then you can sit down.” Michael’s legs trembled as he walked. Each step felt like fire in his abdomen. The girls snickered to themselves. “Ok, I’m gonna go get you some water…do you want anything else?” Michael took a moment to respond. “Like maybe a band-aid or an ice pack.” Jessica and especially Ashley burst into laughter. Michael didn’t think it was funny.

“Just the water.”

“Ok” Emily laughed, Michael watched her curvy ass walking away, feeling bitter about her jokes.