Wrestle Agony

The young, muscular, cocky stud wrestler stumbles as his opponent lunges at him. Unfortunately for the cocky young beefcake, his juicy, ample manhood meets his opponent's hard, bony knee. He cries out pathetically as his big boy balls are crushed between the unforgiving floor and his opponent's knee. The referee stops the fight but it's obviously too late. The young stud's face becomes a mask of pain as the agony and nausea rises from his aching balls into his gut.



His hands react the way every male has been programmed - clutch at and nurse his throbbing nads. The pain is unbearable and now his big balls start to feel the full force of his opponent's knee. The young stud wants to be a man, his girlfriends are in the crowd and he wants to show them that he can take the pain, that the pain was trivial. He tries to stand up but the gut-wrenching anguish and deep nausea emanating from his once-proud testicles proves too much.



He drops back on his meaty ass, gingerly clutching his injured bulge, his face clearly displaying the horrible pain. He tries to massage his manhood, hoping that the pain would go away. His efforts backfire, as his tenderized testes instead erupt in another nauseating, sickening spasm of anguish.



His tough-guy image is shattered as he wails pitifully now, his ripped abs now a tangle of painful spasms. His crushed testicles are now twin generators of the most intense and horrible pain he's ever felt. He collapses on the ground, his hands still craddling his swollen plums. His cries of anguish echo over the crowd.



In another heroic attempt, the young stud tries to suppress the awful pain in his gonads and stand up but his testicular agony proves more than a match. He goes back down to that familiar position - on his knees, hugging himself and clutching his big boy balls.