Chained up and vulnerable, this bitch dreaded my return as he knew it meant only one thing – Mass Testicle Destruction. Slapped, grabbed, stomped, punched, kicked, pulled, sat on and trampled, I indulge in relentless and unwavering sadism. Unfortunately for him, his piss poor efforts in absorbing my torment gracefully resulted in ongoing inprisonment and training to withstand my extreme ball abuse. Will he ever make it out? Not with his balls intact.