Guh... attack... uhhh...

It's time to fight back, maybe you between the 3 of you 1 or 2 busted cunts is possible. Well, 2 of you anyway - there's 2 fresh boys, firm orbs straining against tight sacs, and you on the ground already. Your left nut is like a small apple, swollen and purple, and your right one just doesn't exist any more. In its place is the pulpy remains of a popped ball, it feels like a bag of liquid with a few lumpy bits throw in.

"Just... have to... puke..." you manage, hunching over. The girls ignore you, knowing they can come back and scramble your remaining egg any time they like. The 4 girls line up against the 2 boys...

It may as well be a firing squad and both teams know it, the boys start taking deep breaths, ready for the pain between their legs, and the girls flex their toes and giggle.

The next 2 or 3 minutes are not very clear. While your face is pressed into the dirt, throwing up the remains of your right ball, all you hear is the SPLAK! SPLIK! SPLAK! of feet making impacts between legs, and the cries of pain associated with good shots. Male and female cries...

Then quiet, and you hear some footsteps approach behind you. The surviving girl(s) are coming back to finish you off. You close your eyes, and prepare to lose your final ball. But, instead of the explosion of testicle agony you expect, one of the other boys drops down beside you, his face screwed up in concentration.

As you look over he grabs the base of his cock, which is still standing proud above his 2 aching gonads "Uhhh..." he groans, "I got hit in the balls so bad..."

He's definitely going to shoot in a few moments, and you wonder if a pair of female feet are about to walk into view and stomp you both flat. "Girls?" you manage to croak.

"All... down..." he manages to reply, clearly struggling with his eggs. "And...?" you add, asking about the other boy. He just shakes his head "Nutted". You both take a few breaths, 2 ballbusted boys trying to cope with their ballbusted balls.

"Gonna blow too?" he asks, looking at the stream of thick spunk flowing from your head.

"Guh..." you take another breath to respond "Bitch... popped me...". He instantly understands and looks greener, the goo that used to be your right testicle is being pumped out as your body takes one final **** chance at reproducing. It will grow back but, in the meantime, you just have to let it spurt out wherever it was popped.

Then his expression changed. "Fuck" he grunts, "here I go" and his aching balls emptied in several heavy ropes.

"You done?" he asks, "or want to continue?"