Run somewhere else again

The memory of your previous humiliating defeat flashes through your mind. You turn tail and run, your still-hard cock bouncing as you flee. The redhead's frustrated cry echoes behind you:

"Coward! I'll find you, and when I do, I'll kick those nuts into paste!"

As you crouch behind another bush, your heart races and your balls throb with a mix of fear and arousal. The image of that redhead's perfect feet, adorned with the french pedicure and delicate anklet, is burned into your mind. You can almost feel the softness of her soles, imagine how they'd feel wrapped around your aching cock.

As you cautiously wait, you overhear three female voices engaged in animated conversation. Peeking through the foliage, you spot them: two seasoned competitors and a wide-eyed newbie.

The first veteran, a busty blonde with a killer figure, demonstrates a perfect ball-kicking stance. "See, honey? You want to aim right for the center. Feel that power in your leg?"

The second, a lithe brunette with perky tits, chimes in. "And don't forget, boys' balls are super fragile. Even a light tap can have them doubled over."

The newbie, a petite redhead with freckles dusting her cheeks, listens intently. "But won't it... hurt them?"

The blonde laughs. "That's the point, sweetie! Remember, they're trying to bust our pussies too. It's us or them."

"Plus," the brunette adds with a wicked grin, "there's nothing hotter than watching a cocky guy crumble after a good nutshot. Trust me, you'll love it. Especially when they get sick!"

The blonde veteran nods sagely, her full breasts jiggling slightly. "Oh yeah, the vomiting. It's hilarious and kinda gross at the same time."

The brunette chimes in, a wicked glint in her eye. "Boys' balls are connected to their stomachs somehow. A few good kicks and they're puking their guts out."

"Really?" The newbie's eyes widen in fascination.

"Yup," the blonde continues. "Their faces go all green, then splat! Puke everywhere. It's a sign you're doing it right."

The brunette demonstrates, mimicking a boy's reaction. "They're like, 'Urgh... oh god...' hurk hurk blaaaaargh!"

The redhead giggles nervously. "That's... intense. Does it happen every time?"

"Not always," the blonde explains. "But if you keep hammering those nuts, it's pretty much guaranteed. Just watch out for the splash zone!"

The brunette grins wickedly, shifting her stance to mimic a boy in the throes of orgasm.

"And here's another fun part, newbie," she says, her voice husky. "When you've busted their balls just right, they can't help but cum."

She jerks her hips, making exaggerated groaning noises. "'Oh god, my balls! I can't... ungh... I'm gonna...' And then splurt splurt splurt!"

The blonde nods enthusiastically. "That's when you go for the ultimate humiliation. Get those pretty feet of yours right in front of his cock."

"Exactly," the brunette agrees. "Nothing says 'I own you' like making a guy paint your toes white. Plus, it's super hot watching them try to hold it back and fail."

The redhead's cheeks flush bright red. "So... I should try to make them... on my feet?"

"Absolutely," both veterans chorus.

"Trust us," the blonde adds with a wink, "once you've felt a boy's hot cum splashing on your toes, you'll be addicted."

The blonde then demonstates what happens when a boy's balls are kicked up, pretending to be a boy trying to work them back down by pressing on her abdomen. She leans back, mimicking a boy's posture after a brutal nutshot. Her hands hover over her lower abdomen as she grunts and groans.

"Ungh... fuck... gotta... get 'em back down," she wheezes, pressing on her stomach. Her face contorts in mock pain. "They're... up in my fucking throat!"

The brunette chimes in, "Yeah, their nuts shoot up into their body. It's kinda hot watching them try to fish 'em back out."

"Nngh... gotta... get 'em back down," she grunts, mimicking a boy's strained voice. "Can't... fight with... balls in my... stomach!" She wriggles and squirms some more, making exaggerated grimaces. "It's like... trying to push... jelly... through your guts!"

"It's like a weird massage," the blonde continues, still acting. "Oh god... there they go... fuck, that hurts!"

The redhead watches, fascinated. "So they're totally **** then?"

"Absolutely," the brunette grins. "Can't fight if their balls are trapped upstairs. Easy pickings!"

The brunette's grin turns devious as she prepares for her final demonstration. "And now, ladies, the grand finale - when a boy's balls finally give up the ghost!"

She dramatically flops onto her back, writhing and thrashing in mock agony. Her voice rises to a pained falsetto:

"Aaaargh! My balls! You've popped them! Oh god, the pain!"

She clutches at her groin, face contorted in exaggerated suffering. "It's like... like someone's set my nuts on fire! Fuuuuck!"

The blonde veteran nods approvingly. "That's pretty accurate. They usually flop around like dying fish for a while."

The newbie redhead looks both fascinated and slightly queasy. "Does... does that mean they're out of the game?"

"Yup," the brunette says, sitting up with a triumphant smirk. "Once both balls pop, they're done. Just goo where their manhood used to be."

"Remember," the blonde adds, "a guy with one ball left can still fight. But he's way weaker. An easy bust, but you still gotta be careful."

The three girls share a laugh, unaware of your hidden presence nearby.