Cling to the ropes and pray she’s had her fun.

You have little strength left, using all you’ve got to cling to the ropes just to remain upright. The crowd point and laugh at your expense, causing your cheeks to turn a deep crimson from embarrassment. You can only hope that Doinkette ends this soon, because you’re pretty sure your balls can’t take anymore. Your dismal thinking is interrupted by a swift spank to the rear. “Ready for the rodeo, cowboy?” Doinkette chirps in a fake southern accent.

Doinkette wraps her arms around your waist and hoists you up. She drops you loins-first onto the top rope, the rope snuggling its way right between your balls. It’s uncomfortable, and you can tell it’s only going to get worse. Doinkette begins shaking the ropes maniacally, causing your entire body to bounce. Each time your body goes up, it must come down. Your ball sack crashes into the top rope, causing more damage to your aching balls. You cry out and beg for mercy, but Doinkette is having too much fun to listen to your **** pleas.

The rodeo finally comes to an end, Doinkette becoming bored with the sport, and letting you drop back down to the canvas. You collapse onto the ring, clutching your pearls gently, weeping quietly to yourself. Your battered balls feel as though they have doubled in size. The harm done to them making them swell and throb.