Give up

Her kicks come relentlessly, each one sending shockwaves of agony through your groin. Your balls feel like they're on fire, swelling and throbbing. You collapse to your knees, stomach churning and trembling.

"Please..." you beg, "My eggs are almost scrambled... just make it... make it quick..."

Hearing your plea, she grins wickedly. "Make it quick? Where's the fun in that, sweetie? I'm wanna savor every moment of ball pain from love tap to paste."

Her toes curl, ready to deliver the final blow, but there's a rustling in the bushes...

The blonde's eyes light up with sadistic glee. "Wait, even better! Sis, come here! I've got a fun lesson for you."

A younger girl, maybe 18, approaches shyly. The blonde grins, gesturing at your hunched form. "See how green he looks? That's 'cause boys get super queasy after a few good kicks to the nuts. Watch this!"

She delivers another swift kick to your already aching balls. You retch violently, struggling not to vomit.

"See that? His body's trying to puke 'cause his balls are sending pain signals everywhere!" She giggles, tousling her sister's hair. "Wanna try?"

The younger girl hesitates, then nods eagerly. "Okay, but... where do I aim?"

"Right between his legs, sis. Try to catch his swollen orbs with the top of your foot. They're super sensitive when they're blown up that big!"

The sister takes position, eyeing your swollen, tender testicles.

The blonde grins wickedly, handing you a bucket. "Here, sweetie. You'll need this."

Her sister, eyes wide with excitement, takes a deep breath and swings her foot. It connects solidly with your already tender balls, sending a fresh wave of agony through your body.

"Ooof!" you grunt, doubling over. The nausea hits immediately, but you fight it, gritting your teeth.

"Good job, sis!" the blonde cheers. "See how he's struggling not to puke? That means you hit the sweet spot!"

You can feel the bile rising in your throat, your stomach churning violently. Your balls throb in time with your racing heartbeat, each pulse sending fresh waves of nausea through you. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, you retch violently into the bucket. The sound of your vomiting echoes in the arena.

"There it is!" the blonde cackles. "Music to my ears. Ready for another round, sis?"

The blonde grins wickenly, holding you firmly in place. "Hey sis, wanna see something cool? Watch this!"

She instructs her sister to knee you repeatedly, explaining, "Knees are perfect for pushing balls up. Keep going until you see them pop up!"

The younger girl nods eagerly and starts kneeing your groin with increasing ****. Each impact sends shockwaves of agony through your body, your testicles feeling like they're being crushed.

"Ungh! Fuck!" you groan, unable to escape the relentless ****.

After several brutal knees, your balls finally give in. With a sickening sensation, they're **** upwards, disappearing into your lower abdomen.

"Look!" the blonde exclaims. "See those swollen bumps above his cock? Those are his balls!"

Your gonads throb painfully in their new position, leaving you feeling nauseous and weak.

"Now what should we do with him?" the blonde asks her sister mischievously.

"I kinda feel sorry for him," she replies, "shouldn't we just finish him off now? The poor ball boi looks like he's in really bad shape."

The blonde nods, a mix of disappointment and satisfaction on her face. "You're right, sis. Let's end this poor boy's misery."

She roughly shoves you onto your back, the impact sending fresh waves of agony through your displaced testicles. You lie there, panting and sweating, your swollen orbs visible as painful lumps in your lower abdomen.

The blonde crouches beside you, her french-pedicured toes inches from your face. "Any last words, ball-boy? Before we pop those eggs for good?"

Her sister stands at your feet, looking nervous but determined. "How... how do we do it?" she asks hesitantly.

"Simple," the blonde replies, positioning her foot over one of the visible lumps. "We stomp. Hard. Ready?"

The blonde grins wickedly as she and her sister position their feet over your trapped testicles. You can feel the heat from their soles through your skin.

"Ready, sis? On three," the blonde instructs. "One... two... three!"

Both girls press down simultaneously, their full weight crushing your **** orbs. The pressure is immense, sending waves of excruciating pain through your body.

"Nnngh! Fuck!" you cry out, your back arching involuntarily.

"Feel that, sis? That's what scrambling eggs feels like," the blonde laughs.

Your testicles, trapped in your abdomen, have nowhere to go. You can almost hear them cracking under the relentless pressure. The pain is indescribable, your vision blurring.

"How much longer?" the younger sister asks, her foot still firmly planted on your testicle.

"Until we feel them pop," the blonde replies casually. "Shouldn't be long now. His nuts are probably splitting open as we speak."

The pressure continues, your balls slowly flattening under their merciless feet.

The blonde grins wickedly as she feels your left testicle give way under her foot. A sickening 'pop' echoes through the arena, followed quickly by another as your right nut succumbs to her sister's weight.

"There we go!" the blonde exclaims. "Feel that, sis? That's what popping balls feels like!"

Suddenly, your cock twitches and erupts, spraying a massive load of cum into the air. The blonde laughs, explaining to her wide-eyed sister, "See that? Every popped ball empties like this. All that cum was stored in his nuts, and now it's being squeezed out through his cock."

You lie there, gasping and twitching as waves of pain and pleasure wash over you. The girls step back, admiring their handiwork.

"Congratulations, sis," the blonde says. "You just eliminated your first boy from the competition!"