Finish them

As the two boys line up in front of the kneeling girls, you struggle to sit up, your hands gently cradling your battered balls. The arena echoes with the sound of flesh meeting flesh as the boys' feet connect with the girls' exposed pussies.

"Ungh!" The MILF's eyes bulge as her ovaries burst, a gush of fluid trickling down her thighs.

"Fuck!" The petite girl screams, her body convulsing as her ovaries rupture.

Both girls collapse onto all fours, retching violently. The MILF's large breasts swing as she heaves, strings of vomit hanging from her lips. The petite girl's back arches with each spasm, her tight ass clenching as she empties her stomach.

"Nice work..." you grunt, still massaging your aching nuts. "But we can't let our guard down. Those bitches might be finished, but there are plenty more out there pounding our nuts flat."

The two victorious boys nod, their cocks still hard from the adrenaline. "What's the plan?" one asks, eyeing the arena warily.

You and the two victorious boys make your way over to check on your fallen comrades. The first boy is curled up in a fetal position, hands cupping his groin.

"How bad is it?" you ask, kneeling beside him.

He groans, face pale. "My right nut... it's just mush now. Fuck, it hurts!"

You wince sympathetically. One ball down, but he's still in the game.

Moving to the second boy, you find him sitting up, looking dazed. "My balls," he whimpers. "They're gone!"

Examining him, you realize his testicles have been forcefully pushed up into his body cavity. "They're just ascended," you explain. "We need to work them back down."

The two uninjured boys look at each other nervously. "What now?" one asks. "We can't leave them here defenseless."

You survey the arena, knowing more girls are out there, eager to crush your nuts. The clock is ticking.

You nod, kneeling beside the boy with ascended testicles. "Watch closely," you instruct, demonstrating on yourself. Your hands press firmly just above your pubic bone, fingers working in a circular motion.

"Like this," you explain, grimacing slightly. "Push down and inward, then sweep towards your sack. You'll feel them drop back down."

The boy mimics your movements, his face contorted in discomfort. After a few attempts, he lets out a relieved sigh. "Fuck, I felt them come down... thanks... guh..."

The other boys watch intently, knowing this technique might save their own nuts later. The arena's tense atmosphere is punctuated by distant screams and groans - reminders of the ongoing battle.

"Alright," you say, standing up. "We need to move. Those girls won't stay down forever, and we don't wanna get our balls kicked in before we even have a chance to fully recover."

The boys nod, their faces a mix of determination and fear. The one with the popped right nut struggles to his feet, wincing. "I think I can still fight," he insists, though his voice wavers.