Beg for mercy

Knowing how **** you are, you start to plead for mercy.

“Dude I’m sorry! You were ganging up on me! I had ****!” He smiles.

And then he bears down on his grip. As he does so, your breath is **** from your lungs as pain explodes from your crushed testicles. Your body spasms involuntarily as the leader just increases his grip.

Lucky for you your right testicle slips out of his deathgrip. Lucky being a relative term as now all his **** is focused on your trapped left ball.

“Say goodbye to this one, stud. I’m about to take you down a peg!” the leader taunts you to your face.

Through the haze and horror of the pain, you feel something give in your left nut along with a deeper pain and a greater fear. A few seconds later a quiet SPLURT! is heard and you know your testicle has just been ruined. To your surprise, your flaccid cock shoots out your seed all over the inside of your jock and cup. A last-ditch effort to fertilize something you guess. As the pain of your loss overcomes you, the leader is disgusted by your jizz all over his hand as he quickly pulls it out of your pants. His lackeys let you drop to the ground and curl into the fetal position.

“Ugh! Serves your right, Jakey-poo. You’re now a one-hit-wonder. Don’t piss me off again or maybe you’ll lose the other one too!” the leader calls out as he and his friends leave.

You clutch your half-empty sac as you pass out on the pavement.