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The leader approaches you and reaches for the waistband of your football pants. Despite your struggles, he manages to reach into your jock and violently pull out your cup, which slams your testicles on the way making you nauseous and making your legs involuntarily try to close as the pain rises from your balls to your stomach.

“Get ready, loser!” the leader says, taking a step back.

You’re balls throb from the pain and you’re held wide open and helpless by the men on either side of you. You see the leader pull his leg back and you know what he’s about to do.

“No! Please!” You cry out.

BAM! His kick lands right in the middle of your sack, slamming your family jewels straight into your pelvis. Unnnngh! You groan and start coughing and dry-heaving.

The men holding you let you drop to the ground where you curl into the fetal position clutching your busted balls, praying for the agony to end.

The leader laughs out loud, “Hahaha! I’ve been wanting to do that for years! Remember this night, Jakey-poo. Oh, and I guess I’ll give you this back. Now you fully understand why you need one, right?”

He tosses your cup on the ground in front of you as he and his cronies depart, laughing.