Fake surrender to them and see if you can get them later

The tall redhead's long legs carry her gracefully, her perky C-cup breasts bouncing enticingly with each step. Her pussy lips peek out teasingly between her toned thighs, glistening slightly in the arena lights.

Beside her, the curvy blonde's large DD breasts sway hypnotically, drawing attention to her voluptuous figure. Her thick thighs frame a plump, prominent pussy that looks both inviting and ****.

The two girls are engrossed in conversation, completely unaware of your presence. The redhead giggles, her breasts jiggling. "I can't wait to bust some balls today! Last time I popped three pairs before lunch."

The blonde smirks, running a hand over her ample curves. "Quality over quantity, honey. I made a guy cum twice before I popped his nuts. The look on his face when he realized he was shooting blanks..." She trails off with a wicked laugh.

They continue chatting, moving closer to your position without noticing you. Their guard is down, presenting a potential opportunity. However, taking on two opponents at once could be risky, especially if they're experienced ball-busters.

As you stagger out from your hiding spot, clutching your groin and feigning distress, the two girls immediately snap their attention towards you. Their casual conversation halts abruptly, replaced by predatory grins.

The redhead's eyes light up with excitement, her perky breasts bouncing as she takes a step forward. "Well, well, well... what do we have here? A little boy ready to give up his balls already?" Her voice drips with mock sympathy.

The blonde, however, narrows her eyes suspiciously. She places a hand on her curvaceous hip, her plump pussy lips shifting slightly with the movement. "Hold on, Red. Something's not right here. His balls don't look swollen enough for a guy who's ready to surrender."

The redhead pauses, studying you more closely. Her long legs tense, ready to spring into action if needed. "You might be right... Hey, tough guy, drop those hands and let us see the damage. If you're really surrendering, you won't mind us taking a closer look at those precious nuts of yours."

The redhead's eyes widen slightly at your claim, but the blonde still looks skeptical. She takes a step closer, her large breasts swaying enticingly with the movement.

"Oh, poor baby," the redhead coos mockingly, her perky C-cups jiggling as she chuckles. "Did the mean girl kick your little nuts all the way up into your tummy? Let's see if we can help you get them back down..."

The curvy blonde struts closer, her large DD breasts swaying hypnotically. She bends down, bringing her face close to your crotch. You can feel her warm breath on your skin as she inspects your groin area.

"Well, his sack does look a bit empty," she muses, her plump pussy lips visible as she squats. "But I'm not sure I buy it. How about we help you 'bring them down,' sweetie?"

She reaches out a hand towards your crotch, her fingers wiggling menacingly. The redhead grins wickedly, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

"Wait!" you gasp, trying to keep the panic out of your voice. "Please... just take me to your base. I can't... I can't fight anymore." You're hoping to discover the location of where they are taking all the other boys they keep prisoner.

The redhead and blonde exchange a glance, seeming to come to a silent agreement. "Alright, tough guy," the redhead says, her perky breasts bouncing slightly as she gestures. "We'll take you back to our base. But don't try anything funny."

As you start walking, the blonde falls into step beside you, her voluptuous curves swaying enticingly with each movement. The redhead takes up position behind you, her long legs easily keeping pace.

"So, tell us more about this girl who kicked your balls up," the blonde purrs, her plump pussy lips visible as she walks. "Was she as skilled as us?"

"No" you say, trying to make something up on the spot. "She was skinny, and her legs weren't very strong. That's why I got ballbusted but not popped." you add.

The blonde raises an eyebrow skeptically, her large DD breasts swaying as she turns to face you more directly. "A skinny girl with weak legs, huh? That's not very common around here. Most of us train pretty hard." Her plump pussy lips shift as she adjusts her stance, clearly not entirely convinced by your story.

The redhead, still walking behind you, lets out a snort of disbelief. Her perky C-cups bounce slightly with the motion. "Sounds like you got lucky, then. Or maybe you're tougher than you look." There's a hint of challenge in her voice, as if she's itching to test your resilience herself.

As you continue walking, the path begins to wind through a series of rocky outcroppings. The terrain is becoming more challenging, forcing you to pay closer attention to your footing. The blonde moves a bit closer to you, ostensibly to "help" if you stumble, but her proximity also makes it harder for you to make any sudden moves.

"So, tell us more about this skinny girl," the redhead prompts, her long legs easily navigating the uneven ground. "Did she at least know how to aim? Or did she just flail around hoping to connect with your balls?"

"Ummmm" you say, despirate "Yeah her aim was OK, but she still missed a lot. I managed to hit her a few times too." you add, trying not to sound too weak.

The blonde and redhead exchange skeptical glances at your explanation. The blonde's large breasts sway as she turns to face you, her plump pussy lips visible as she shifts her stance.

"Oh really?" she says, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You managed to hit her back, did you? That's impressive for someone who got his balls kicked up into his body."

The redhead snickers from behind you, her perky tits bouncing slightly. "Maybe we should test out just how recovered you are," she suggests with a wicked grin. "See if you can take a hit from a girl who actually knows what she's doing."

"Alright, tough guy," the redhead says, her perky C-cups bouncing as she steps closer. "You think you can handle one kick from each of us? If you can't take it, we'll know you've been lying. And trust me, you don't want to know what happens to liars around here."

The redhead goes first. She takes a step back, her long legs tensing as she prepares to strike. "Ready or not, here it comes!"

With lightning speed, her foot connects squarely with your groin. The impact sends shockwaves through your body, and you can feel your testicles compress against your pubic bone. The pain is immediate and intense, radiating outward from your core.

As you double over, gasping for breath, the blonde steps up. Her voluptuous figure looms over you, her DD breasts swaying tantalizingly. "My turn," she purrs.

With a wicked grin, she unleashes her kick. Her foot, adorned with perfectly manicured toes, arcs through the air with frightening speed. The impact is devastating - her sole connects squarely with your already aching balls, compressing them against your body.

The **** of the blow lifts you slightly off your feet. You can feel your testicles flatten momentarily before rebounding, sending waves of nausea through your core. The blonde's foot lingers for a moment, almost caressing your battered nuts before she withdraws it.

"Ooh, did that hurt, sweetie?" she purrs, wiggling her toes. "I hope I didn't damage the goods too much. We want to keep you around for a while, after all."

The pain is excruciating, radiating outward from your groin and settling into a deep, throbbing ache. You struggle to remain standing, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

The blonde's plump lips curl into a sadistic smirk as she watches you, her large breasts heaving slightly with anticipation. The redhead's eyes gleam wickedly, her perky nipples visibly hardening as she waits for the inevitable.

"Oh honey," the blonde purrs, her voice dripping with false sympathy, "you really don't know how this works, do you?"

As if on cue, a tidal wave of agony crashes over you. Your knees buckle as the delayed pain from their kicks slams into your groin like a freight train. Your testicles feel like they're being crushed in a vice, sending waves of nausea through your body.

The redhead laughs, a cruel, tinkling sound. "Look at him, Blondie! He's going green!"

You double over, hands instinctively reaching for your battered balls. The world spins around you as you struggle to remain standing, bile rising in your throat.

"Aww, is it too much for you, tough guy?" the blonde taunts, her plump pussy lips glistening with excitement.

As you collapse to your knees, overcome by the intense pain radiating from your battered testicles, a wave of nausea washes over you. Unable to contain it, you retch violently, emptying the contents of your stomach onto the girls' feet.

The blonde squeals in disgust, her large breasts jiggling as she jumps back. "Ew! Gross!" She shakes her foot, trying to dislodge the vomit. Her plump pussy lips quiver slightly with the movement.

The redhead, however, seems more amused than repulsed. She wiggles her toes, now coated in your puke, and lets out a throaty laugh. "Well, well. Looks like our little captive here really can't handle a proper ballbusting. And here I thought you were just pretending."

She squats down next to you, her perky C-cups at eye level. You can see her pussy lips peeking out between her thighs as she balances on her heels. "Tell me, tough guy, how are those balls feeling now? Still up in your stomach, or have they dropped back down, all swollen and tender?"

"Oh honey," she purrs, her plump pussy lips glistening with arousal, "it's always such a treat to watch that moment when the pain really hits."

The redhead steps closer, her perky C-cups bouncing as she moves. "Look at his face, Blondie! I think we might have scrambled his eggs a bit there."

As the agony radiates through your body, the blonde lifts you up. Your vision blurs and your knees buckle. The blonde reaches out, her soft hand gripping your arm to steady you.

"Careful now," she coos, her voice dripping with false concern. "We can't have you falling and hurting yourself... well, any more than we already have."

The redhead circles around you, her long legs carrying her gracefully. She stops behind you, pressing her body against your back. You can feel her hard nipples poking into your skin.

"So, tough guy," she whispers in your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine, "still think you can make it to our base? Or should we just finish you off right here?"

"Don't finish me... I can recover..." you manage, doing your best to ensure they still bring you to the base.

The redhead and blonde exchange glances, clearly disappointed they can't finish you off right away.

"Fine," the redhead sighs, her perky breasts bouncing slightly as she shrugs. "Let's get him to base. Maybe we can have some more fun with him later."

They lead you through winding paths and rocky outcroppings. After what feels like an eternity of walking, with your balls aching intensely, you arrive at a secluded area surrounded by high rock walls. Several other girls are milling about, some nursing injuries, others eagerly eyeing you as fresh meat.

The blonde pushes you towards a corner where a few other captured boys are huddled, groaning and clutching their battered groins.

"Welcome to your new home, tough guy," she smirks. "Hope those balls of yours are ready for some more action soon."

The redhead winks at you before turning to leave. "Rest up, sweetie. We'll be back to play again real soon."

As they walk away, you're left to contemplate your situation and plan your next move. The other captured boys look at you warily, wondering if you'll be an ally or competition in the brutal games to come.

"OK prisoners," a big-titted guard calls, "time to make use of you! Get into 3 groups!"