Arno

Arno rubs his sore testicles, feeling some of his strength returning to his limbs. Meanwhile you are doubled over on your knees, gagging and panting, your testicles a nest of pain.

You know that you MUST recover, or you will be soundly defeated. You start to crawl towards the ropes, hoping to pull yourself to your feet. Your slow movement allows Arno, mostly recovered, to catch you without difficulty.

Arno sees the small bulge of your dangling gonads, perfectly visible in your tight, skimpy thong. The target is irresistible, and Arno thrusts a hard punch directly into the soft, yielding flesh. You scream in shocked anguish as fiery, excruciating pain explodes in your tender jewels.

You fall hard onto your stomach, whimpering and sobbing. Arno grabs your hair and slams your face into the mat—wham, Wham, WHAM! You slump to the mat, vision swimming, breathing labored.

Arno sits on your back and once more takes hold of your thong. He pulls up hard, lifting your hips off the mat. He deftly slips aside the pouch of your flimsy thong, exposing and pinching your small, naked testicles hard between his thumb and fingertips, eliciting a delicious squeal from you.

You writhe on the mat in agony while Arno digs his thumb deep into your testicular flesh, intent on torturing you. You are helpless in his grip, writhing weakly and begging him for mercy.