Return to base

Slowly, painfully, you make your way back to the boy's base. Each step sends jolts of agony through your groin. Your balls feel swollen, tender, and you can already tell they'll be bruised.

As you hobble back towards the base, you pass several small skirmishes. The air is filled with grunts, gasps, and the occasional high-pitched shriek as girls land solid hits on boys' **** balls.

To your left, a petite redhead has a muscular jock cornered. She feints low, then snaps her foot up between his legs. The impact makes a sickening thwack sound, and the boy's eyes bulge as he doubles over, retching. "Oops, did I pop one?" she giggles, preparing for another strike.

On your right, two blonde twins are taking turns kicking a lanky boy. His face is pale, sweat beading on his forehead as he tries to protect his groin. One twin distracts him by jiggling her perky tits, while the other drives her toes into his balls. He lets out a strangled cry as they distend over the top of her foot, ball meat bulging out each side. "Bet he shoots his load soon," one twin remarks to the other.

The path ahead is clear, but the sounds of battle echo all around. Girls seem to be gaining the upper hand, their laughter mixing with boys' groans of agony. Your own balls throb in sympathy as you limp onward.

As you limp into the base, you see several boys sprawled on benches, groaning and clutching their groins. Two of them, faces pale and sweaty, beckon you over. You collapse onto a bench, other boys eyeing you sympathetically. They know the pain all too well. As you sit there, nursing your aching gonads, you wonder how long you'll last in this brutal game.

"Watch out for the Asian girls," one wheezes, his voice strained. "They work as a team. One distracts you with her tits while the others go for your nuts. They got me good."

The other nods weakly. "And there's this Amazonian chick with thighs like tree trunks. She can crush your balls with just her legs. I didn't stand a chance."

You notice both boys' hands cupped protectively over their crotches, but there's an odd, deflated look to them. They've been double-popped, their manhood reduced to mush.

"How many girls are left?" you ask, wincing as your own balls throb. "Too many," the first boy groans. "They're picking us off one by one. We need a new strategy, fast."

The team captain gathers everyone around, face stern but determined. He gestures to a crude map drawn on the floor as boys crowd around, some massaging their lower abdomens and some cupping huge purple orbs.

"We're splitting into three teams," he explains, his voice hushed. "Team Alpha will be our main ****, making a big push towards the girls base. We need to draw their attention."

He points to a smaller group. "Team Beta, you'll be our raiders. While Alpha keeps them busy, sneak around and hit their base from behind. If we're lucky, we might catch some of them off guard."

Finally, he indicates the smallest group. "Team Gamma, you're the cleanup crew. Pick off stragglers and finish any girls who've been cuntbusted but not fully eliminated. Remember, even a girl with one ovary can still be dangerous."

The captain's eyes scan the group, landing on you. "Which team do you want to join? Choose wisely - our balls are counting on it."