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Minh Nguyen sat on the bench in the locker room, his leg jiggling nervously against his brother’s. Both were in their underwear, conspicuously glancing at the raging boner tenting his twin’s briefs.
“There’s no way that waiver was real. It’s got to be a prank, or like, a marketing thing.” Hung assured him. “It cannot be legal to agree to be castrated in an MMA league.”
“It specifically said it wasn’t MMA, remember? It was very clear it didn’t have the same rules.” Minh pointed out. “It was very specific about groin hits being legal. And…much more than legal. Encouraged, really. And if the whole waiver is fake, the part about our “victory prize”? The part where we get to, you know…have sex with our opponent? Isn’t that the whole reason we’re here?”
“No, dude, I’m telling you — It’s like, a sex club thing. Girls go out there, do a whole ‘girl power’ “fight” routine, and then it’s like — oh noooo, the big strong men are overpowering me, I have to submit and let them ravage my tight little hole! Poor meee, oh no, now I’m cumming everywhere!” Hung made a lewd approximation of the ahegao faces in hentai they’d both jerked off to countless times. Minh smiled weakly.
“I promise, I heard about this through some really trustworthy guys — we are definitely going to lose our virginity today.”
Minh looked away from his brother. “Ok. I’d just been hoping my first time would be…special, you know.”
Hung sighed. “Look, I get it. It’s weird, and I would’ve rather, you know…gotten with a girl alone, without my brother around either. But this is such a good opportunity for us, and we’ve been waiting so long — if we just stay in separate holes, and don’t make eye contact, and don’t let our balls touch —”
“Hi!” A squeaky voice interrupted him. Both guys turned and ogled their intruder.
“Um…you two are up for the next round, right? It said ‘twins’ when I signed up, so I figured it was you.” She was staring brazenly at their barely-concealed packages, then looked around the empty locker room. “Plus, you’re the only ones here. Hi! Um…I’m Natalie. Nice to meet you!” She waved shyly.
Her breasts were each a small but plump handful, topped with light pink nipples. Her goosebumped skin and small, stiff nipples spoke to just how cold it was in the locker room. A nimbus of brown curls framed her heart-shaped face and nervous smile. Her pussy hair was trimmed, but not shaved, a smattering of light brown curls dusting her tight pale lips.
Both guys were dumbstruck at the sight of the first naked woman they’d seen, up close, without paying. They didn’t even register that this girl had just walked into a men’s locker room without so much as a warning.
“Um…You are the Nguyen brothers, right?”
“Yes.” Hung stopped drooling just long enough to respond.
“Nice to meet you guys! Just wanted to say hi before we hit the arena. I mean, I already did twice. Or, I guess three times now. Haha! Um. Sorry! Anyway, this is my first time, and I’m really excited! And nervous, honestly,” she stammered.
“Hi,” said Minh. “I’m Minh.”
“I’m Hung. It’s…our first time too,” Hung added, trying to think of something else to say to the very naked, very anxious woman.
She smiled. “Well, of course I know that. Are you guys going to…” She motioned. The little remaining blood going to the brothers’ brains didn’t leave them enough oxygen to understand her.
“Your boxers. You need to take them off. You’re really not supposed to be clothed at all inside the building — refs come by locker rooms for spot checks, and if they see you’re still wearing anything in here, they will…’disqualify’ you on the spot. So…” She cocked her head. “You two really should get naked. Like, now.”
The twins slid their briefs down. Minh’s nuts still hung low between his thighs; his brother’s scrotum was drawn up close, tight against his throbbing cock. Minh’s own meaty pole started stirring to life as he nervously drank in every inch of her skinny, naked body.
Her eyes lit up with her own obvious excitement at the sight of their own nudity, and Minh swore he could see her pussy moisten.
“Wow. This…this is going to be a really fun bout.” She bit her lip and blushed. “Well, I gotta go prepare. See you in the ring!”
As she took off, and the two virgins admired the sight of her small, but perfectly round pale buttcheeks bouncing off to the girl’s locker room, Hung turned to Minh with a grin.
“Now, are you still unsure what this is about? That girl was practically drooling at the prospect of getting spit roasted by us. Trust me, dude, this is going to be hella fun.”
“Yeah…I guess you’re right.” Minh knew his brother had a point. He always did.
Technically, he was the older twin by a matter of a whole four minutes, but Hung had always acted as his older brother. Even though they were equally virginal, Hung knew more about the world of girls and BDSM and sex clubs and threesomes and all of this crazy, kinky stuff Minh only imagined. At least, Hung talked about it all a lot more.
“Come on, bro. You saw that girl. Did she look like some feminazi castratrix? Hell, did she look anywhere near strong enough to take on both of us at once in a fight? She was blushing and stuttering and practically drooling over our cocks. She’s just some nerdy, repressed girl here to act out some sexy fantasies with us. And we’re going to give her exactly what she wants.”
Hung leaned back, his cock fully at attention and bobbing eagerly. He was slowly stroking the thick, uncircumcised organ, his embarrassment about being seen by his brother apparently gone. Minh wondered if he even noticed that he was jacking off, or if it was just a reflex to Natalie’s brazen display. He looked down, and had his answer as he realized he’d been doing the same; he was gripping his own, lovingly coaxing it from a half chub to a full boner, his own precum drooling down his hand.
Both men realized what they were doing and blushed, deeply embarrassed, but neither let go of themselves.
Minh tried to distract himself from his anxiety and the embarrassment of being teased into jerking off in front of his brother. He focused on Hung’s self-assurance, assuaging the tiny niggling voice of doubt that kept asking him why they’d had to sign the waiver, and how Natalie had known it was their first time, too.
Natalie rushed to the bench in the locker room, grateful that her bout was too early in the day for anyone else to be around. Not that she was exactly shy about touching herself in front of the other girls.
She plopped down on the bench and spread her legs, her hand flying between her slicked thighs as she savored the memory of the two boys she was about to fight.
She’d fantasized about signing up for so long. She’d attended dozens of matches, always too scared to sign up herself, always too turned on to avoid rubbing herself out to a climax or two while the fighters for the week danced their dangerous, humiliating, life-changing dance on the mat. Every time a testicle liquefied beneath an opponent’s knee, or popped in her hand, she’d savor every sound, every tiny motion, every microexpression in the newly made eunuch’s face as she climaxed loudly above them, in the stands. At home, in her bed, sometimes she’d cum spontaneously just thinking about it, fantasizing about being the woman to usher an innocent man out of the gene pool, out of his own sex life forever…God, she loved castration.
She’d done it, once. Just once. Up until now, it was the single most defining moment of her life. That day she’d popped David’s cherries, first the left one as she’d landed with her whole weight on it, the gonad detonating into mush as he sobbed, restrained, in so much pain but relieved it was over — then the right one, squeezed while he shrieked and pleaded for her to stop, futilely reminding her he’d only agreed to let her take one, finally begging her to keep something intact, to not take his last scrap of masculinity —
Natalie pulled her hand away from her clit. She twitched and moaned, forcibly having to keep her hand away from her crotch, riding the edge while cruelly denying herself relief. Her clit stuck out, pink and wet and almost angrily twitching at the sudden reduction in pleasure. She’d been a hair away from relieving her tension all over the bench beneath.
But she needed to hold off. If she orgasmed now, she might lose her libido, might get the post-girl-nut clarity that would make her lose her nerve to go through with what she’d wanted for so long. When she calmed down just enough to retreat from the edge, she started touching herself again, circling her sensitive pink clit with one hand and pinching a nipple with the other, thinking about boys other than David — like those two cute, innocent brothers she was about to ruin for life.
Doing it to a stranger had been a big hurdle to get over. It’d been the main thing blocking her from signing up for so many years: She wanted her castrations to be special, with a guy she knew and loved and cared about. Self-defense classes had taught her body how to destroy them, but she’d needed therapy to get her mind ready. Luckily, her therapist was very good at her job. Working with Dr. Karen had taught Natalie how to let down her walls just a tad and enjoy castration with any man, not just ones she was attracted to.
Although she had to admit the two were pretty cute.
She wondered if they had any other siblings, or if she’d be clipping their family tree to a stub by neutering them both. Then she thought about her friend Brian, who’d be in the benches, watching her as she did it, hopefully jerking himself off, spurting his own cum everywhere while she came like a banshee in front of the whole arena with the twins crying and begging for mercy and holding their mushy ballsacks, their final loads splattered across the rubber mat —
She whimpered and bucked against the bench, barely holding herself back from completion as she edged again.
Hung and Minh couldn’t believe it was real. They stood in the center of the arena, illuminated by bright spotlights high above. The square rubber mat was fenced with ring ropes, and beyond that was a sight pornographic beyond belief.
“We’ve got a treat for you tonight, folks! Natalie, a brand new entrant to the arena, will be facing off against two identical twins! That’s four nuts on the line here — and big ones, too — and just one girl to defend herself from their owners! Give it up for Natalie!”
A dozen tiers of audience members ringed the arena, looking down eagerly on them. Nearly every one of the hundreds of seats was occupied by a naked woman, although a few bobbing cocks could be seen scattered between. Tall women, short women, thick ones, skinny ones. Massive breasts and tiny mosquito bites and little muffin-sized ones bounced and jiggled and swayed enticingly in every seat around them.
And right in front, not twenty feet away from them, was their opponent, just as nude. Natalie waved awkwardly at them as the voice above announced the start of the fight. She squinted awkwardly as the spotlight blinded her, giving the lusty crowd a timid wave.
Minh relaxed, just a tad. His brother was right. There was no way this girl had actually signed up for something violent.
The announcers were awfully convincing sounding though.
“You’re telling me this little waif hasn’t popped a single nut? And she signed up for a double?!”
“Let’s wait to see how she performs, Valerie. She’s come to a lot of shows before. Literally, if I’m not mistaken. She knew what she was getting into when she signed up. I’d bet our girl’s got a few tricks up her sleeve.”
“Hung, should we…uh…go on both sides of her? Try to surround her in like a…pincer formation?”
His brother stared at Minh like he grew two heads, then snorted. “It’s not a real fight, I told you.” He briefly considered. “Although, that will make fucking her easier. Yeah, let’s do a ‘pincer’ formation. Look, she’s already coming towards us for —”
Natalie tried to focus on what she'd learned in her self-defense class. She tried to avoid staring at the two bobbing, dripping cocks and four identical testicles arranged before her, and focus on her striking. She tried to ignore the whispering urges of her libido and the slick wetness between her thighs at the thought of what she would get to do to the four organs. She mostly succeeded.
Her right hook caught Hung with a sharp crack across the face. He was shocked, like he didn't expect her to hit him. When Minh tried to cut in and defend his brother, she uppercut him hard, feeling his jaw crack against her fist. And when Hung started to get back up—
She pivoted, so Hung was at her three o’clock and Minh was at her six, and drove her bony knee up into Hung’s naked crotch, hard. His huge, smooth hairless balls flattened against his pelvis. Minh was behind her, attempting to get a grip on her while avoiding her blows. She brought her heel up hard into his nuts, moaning as the soft, squishy nuggets deformed beneath her kick and he exhaled hard in pain. A toe kick forward into his brother's crotch left Hung wheezing too. Hands grabbed her waist; Minh had recovered from her first kick. She brought her heel up again, and again even harder.
Something crunched beneath her heel, and the boy behind her let out a high-pitched gasp.
“There it is folks - the first crunch of the night! But definitely not the last — I bet Natalie’s just getting started!”
She’d just caused permanent damage. She knew it, immediately. Even if she stopped now, for the rest of his life, his sperm count would be a little lower, his libido just a little more muted. Not that she was going to stop now, after how far she’d come. She tried not to moan as he fell to the floor, rolling around, and finally passed out. Natalie turned, blushing, to his brother.
Hung stared slack-jawed as he watched the shy, blushing nerdy girl decimate his brother’s manhood, his bruised jaw and testicles aching, the taste of blood from where he’d bit his tongue filling his mouth. Fear, anger, pain and nausea all warred within him. That last wet crunch beneath her heel moved him to action.
“You…you bitch!” He charged at her, staggering slightly. Minh was motionless on the ground.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered to him, almost blushing. Hung could see her pussy was still wet. He swung, but she dodged, faster than he thought she could move. Beneath her slim, lithe frame, her arms and legs rippled subtly with muscle. Muscle that drove her knee up between his legs, lifting him off the ground and driving the breath out of him. He could feel his balls flattening between the cartilage of her kneecap and his pelvis. Before he could defend himself, she stomped down and repeated it, kneeing him again, and again, her foot thudding against the ring before flying back up into his testicles, crunching over and over as —
Natalie did her best to follow her lessons from self-defense, the repeated practice on the worn-out dummy at the community center with the two hacky sacks between its legs. When she’d first signed up for the class, she couldn’t even squish them flat; by the end of her year of training, the instructor had to replace the torn fabric orbs every other week. She’d masturbated to the mere thought of that, their surface breaking apart, the beans inside spilling out, just as she could feel the same thing gradually happening to the two very real, fleshy counterparts beneath her knee.
She pulled the real-life dummy closer to her, batting his arms away as she continued, whispering reassuringly into his ear even as she destroyed his balls for her own pleasure.
“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.” Whump.
“I am. I am so so sorry. I know you’re a man. I know they’re important to you, and you wanted to keep them - “ whump, CRUNCH.
“You wanted to have sex again.” She pulled him into her modest breasts to smother his screams as she kneed him again.
“You might’ve wanted to have kids. You really should have known better. You shouldn’t have come to the arena.” She let him go, and he collapsed to the floor in pain, groaning.
He was crying now. “I…I didn’t know. I thought it was fake.”
She winced. “It’s not.”
“Please…please don’t castrate me. Please just…I won’t fuck you. I promise. We just…we thought we could…lose our virginity. We thought you wanted it.”
VIRGINITY.
Natalie bit her lip. “You two…you’ve never had sex?”
“No!” Hung’s voice was desperate but hopeful at the hint of mercy he heard in her voice.
“That’s….” Her eyes started to well with tears.
“I’m so sorry, I am, but that….that makes it so hot for me. I know it’s super messed up, but deep inside…I just want to take that from you. I’ve fantasized about it forever.” Natalie couldn’t hold back anymore; her hand started moving between her legs of its own accord.
“....WHY?!” He screeched. She rolled him over and spread his knees apart. He tried to close them, desperately trying to protect his crotch. He was certainly stronger than her. But it didn’t look like he had any training or preparation at all. Natalie had learned that strength could get you far, but technique and strategy mattered more. She stomped on top of his hands, and he coughed as he felt his own balls squish between his fingers.
A woman in horn-rimmed glasses in the front row stood up and shouted at him. “Move! Move your fucking hands! You aren’t going to protect them anyway, she’s just going to break your fingers! And I can’t see shit with them in the way.”
“Because…I don’t know. It’s just the way I am. I know I’m messed up.” She stomped again.
“I can’t help myself.” She stomped again, wincing and moaning at the crunch beneath her foot.
“I need this so badly, Hung. You don’t understand what it’s like to fantasize about something for so long and be so close. I…I just can’t hold myself back at this point.”
“I’ve only gotten to do it once, in real life. It took me a long time to get the nerve to sign up in the arena so I could try again. I just…I’m sorry, and I know it’s hard to hear, but I really need this. For myself. You’ll be ok. I promise. My ex-fiance still has a perfectly healthy life. I-”
A blow from behind knocked her down.
When Minh came to, his testicles were still burning. From the ground he stared up at Natalie. Even through the pain, he couldn’t help but appreciate her smooth, round cheeks, her thighs scissoring apart to expose her naked pussylips with each cruel stomp.
He’d realized the waiver wasn’t a joke. Everything they’d consented to — and the lifelong side effects that would come with being castrated — was possible now. This wasn’t a sex game about losing their virginity anymore. He couldn’t even be mad at his idiotically optimistic brother. His brother who might not remain a brother much longer, at the rate her cruel foot was pummelling his bloating ballsack.
Minh got to his feet and charged at their unassuming castratrix. He hugged her around the waist, his rock-hard cock sliding between her buttcheeks and poking upward into his belly, and knocked her down. He tried not to think of that heavenly feeling of her tight cheeks rubbing against his sensitive frenulum, inciting his cock to drool precum down her buttcrack. He needed to focus on defending his poor, stupid, arrogant brother.
“Oh!” Natalie stumbled forward and fell, allowing Hung the chance to roll over and curl into the fetal position, retching and feeling up the permanent injuries she’d left on his battered manhood. Minh cringed at the purpling bruises webbing his bro’s scrotum and prayed he’d still get the chance to be an uncle. His cock slid forward between Natalie’s thighs, deliciously rubbing against her slick pussylips.
“Wow! You recovered faster than they warned us in my class.” She didn’t seem put off by Minh’s throbbing organ. They fell forward and collapsed onto the floor, and Minh could feel her rubbing herself against him as he lay on top of her. She looked behind herself and flashed a timid smile at him. His face was buried in her hair. He tried to ignore the scent of lilac shampoo and sweat and female musk and the slick feeling on his cock.
He needed to focus. Should he hit her? Slam her face into the ground, or punch her in the… back? Minh had no idea how to fight anyone, and every instinct he had stopped him from hitting a woman. He just kept his bear hug around her, unconsciously moving his hands up to her breasts, feeling the soft give of her flesh beneath his fingers as she started to push back against him.
Natalie knew she should be fighting back harder. The virgin boy behind her was inches away from penetration. The crowd was booing him, cheering her to go harder, on them both, to get up, fight back, make sure they left the arena permanently virginal as they’d entered it.
But it had been so long since she’d had sex. She was too shy to approach guys, especially ever since…David. Her fingers and toys had been adequate, but Minh’s dick was… more so. She pushed herself to her knees, lifting herself up, spreading her legs apart so she was on her knees in front of him, with his cocktip aligned with her sex. She looked back at the blushing, flustering boy who was still figuring out how to defend himself.
“Hey. M-Minh,” She stammered. “It’s ok. You can put it in.” The poor virgin still didn’t seem to grasp her meaning.
“Really.” He must be nervous too. She remembered her first time with David; she was a nervous wreck, and had no idea what she was doing. Natalie was hardly an experienced vixen, with a body count of a whopping one, but she could still help the anxious virgin.
Of course, she would’ve preferred to castrate him before he’d had the chance to change that… But she needed him distracted if she was going to win the lopsided matchup. She slid her hand between her legs and grabbed his ballsack, pulling him forward while she took the opportunity to roll her thumb over all the softened spots she’d left from her first attack. Minh inhaled sharply, both in pain and arousal, as he slid into her. When he hilted his prodigious manhood entirely inside her, she felt him moan in ecstasy at the loss of his virginity.
She took the opportunity to strengthen her grip on his testicles. Rolling them around, digging into the softer regions as she did, she finally found the particular spot in the back she’d spent so many practices digging her thumbs into. She put her lessons to the test and dug in, hard. His epididymis shifted and gave way beneath her digits, and she heard him scream even as he started to shakily hump her. Natalie knew the pressure on his tightly packed nerve endings was excruciating.
A lot of girls thought the center of the testes was the source of a boy’s fertility, but she’d read the books. The center was the same undifferentiated nutmeat as the rest of the gonad. The best way to excise a boy from the gene pool was unspooling those squiggly bits right at the back of the gonads, where his spermatic cords connected them to his body, where his testicles stored all of their produced sperm, every son and daughter he’d ever produce waiting to escape and fertilize someone tightly packed into that ultrasensitive region. Putting pressure on that could drive a guy irrational and crazy, even before he’d…popped.
Minh was demonstrating that well. Even through the pain, he sped his humping, heedless of the pain he must’ve been enduring through her steel trap grip. It was like he was trying to tear his balls out of her hands, against all rational thought. The pain and immediate danger had short circuited his brain, giving his base lizard brain control of his body. The only thing that mattered to him was cumming, every cell in his body desperately trying to empty his balls into the only fertile female around regardless of his future sex life.
Or maybe he was just eager to really lose his virginity. Either way, Natalie squeezed his nuts tighter and tighter as he spasmed against her, keening pathetically at the pain of his flattening gonads and stretching nutcords.
High above in the stands, reactions were mixed.
“She’s letting him fuck her? Ugh, so lame! I mean, a 2 on 1 is hard, but it’s so cheap. She better not let him cum!”
“No, look, between his legs! She’s got a mean grip going. Girl’s aiming to splatter at least one of them before he gets a chance to really lose his virginity.”
“She better hurry up! His balls are drawing up into him — Or wait, is she just pulling them forward? I can’t see shit.”
“I hope she’s on birth control — although she might be squeezing hard enough it doesn’t matter. I’ve seen girls pinch hard a boy’s balls so hard they couldn’t let out a single sperm, even as they came!”
Natalie winced apologetically at the audience, trying not to make it clear how much she enjoyed the turgid cock that was clumsily prodding at her insides. She waved to them and tried to make her own pathetic defense.
“I…I have to distract him…Sorry! I…It’s hard….I can’t — Facing…facing two—”
Her stutter was so bad, she doubted anyone past the first row could hear her. She gave up and turned around to Minh, who was grimacing in pain as she worked his left nut over with both of her thumbs. “Sorry to you, too.”
Hung’s relief at his brother’s recovery turned to horror as he watched Minh slide into her pussy. He felt betrayed. More than anything though, he felt jealous. He told himself Minh was just distracting her, taking her focus away from busting his nuts, but Hung wasn’t sure he believed himself.
Natalie’s eyes rolled back into her head when his brother’s nuts slammed into her clit, and she bit her lip shyly while locking eyes with him.
“Don’t blame your brother. Boys can never resist. Even with their balls on the line.” Her eyes flicked down to his own member, still quivering disloyally between his legs. He wished he could say he didn’t understand Minh’s actions, but the truth was if she’d presented him the same invitation he would’ve done the same. From the darkening bruises beneath her thumbs on Minh’s sack, Hung wasn’t even sure he was truly jealous of his brother.
The bruises were turning purple, but Minh did nothing to stop her. Hung should really push him away, knock him out of the pussy fever that had gripped him…
“You know…I’ve got um. I’ve got a mouth. If you and your brother were planning on, you know…’tag teaming’ me?” — her face blushed even harder, somehow, although she was already red and sweaty as Minh shakily pumped his cock in and out of her — “Now’s the time.”
…But Hung couldn’t resist his own temptation.
He wasted no time getting to his feet, taking hold of her head and hilting his cock down her throat. The previous threat to his testicles was a distant memory. He realized he’d been right all along. Whatever stuff Natalie had been saying was a lie, or a prank or…something. It definitely wasn’t real.
What was real was her soft, warm mouth wrapped around his cock, her tongue flicking against his cockslit, and his sore, battered balls tightening up against her chin. She looked up at him and grinned, sliding even farther down somehow to take not just his cock but one of his balls into her mouth.
This move Natalie hadn’t learned in class. Emma had demonstrated it to her well enough to mimic in dozens of matches while Natalie pleasured herself in the audience.
With Minh’s nuts still slowly deforming in her hand, his scrotum tightening and his anguished thrusts speeding up, she carefully sucked Hung’s dick, carefully pushing his gonad between her molars. The smell of his deodorant and sweat filled her nose as she pressed it against his pubic hair. All too soon, the salty bitter taste of his precum told her she had little time to finish the maneuver. The boys may have been twins, but Hung was clearly a lot more sensitive than his brother.
She popped his cock out of her mouth, ignoring his whimper at being denied that last little bit of stimulation he needed. Then she bit down on the gonad still between her teeth, hard. Grinding her teeth back and forth, she moved both of her thumbs to Minh’s own left testicle and pressed in, hard, drilling deeper and deeper. She wondered which would explode first, which boy would be left forever lopsided. Or at least, lopsided for a few more minutes.
Squick
Split
Hung and Minh may have had different sexual stamina, but in some ways their balls were completely identical.
Each left testicle exploded simultaneously, Hung’s nut bisecting and disintegrating between her teeth as her thumbs finally overcame the resistance of Minh’s ropy epididymis and squelched apart. Both boys let out identical shrill wails, and Natalie felt Minh fill her pussy up with warm wetness as Hung covered her face in the same. She managed to shift her fingers over to his remaining nut and press in hard, stopping the flow of cum into her pussy and ruining the excruciating ecstasy of his one chance to impregnate a girl. But she could do nothing to stop Hung from jerking off and enjoying his first orgasm with a girl ever. Or at least, as much as a man can enjoy an orgasm while the remains of half of his manhood are being gnawed into a fine mush. Hung’s second spurt hit her right in the eyes, making her squeal and tear up in pain.
And finally, suddenly, Natalie hit her own limit. She moaned desperately, trying to hold back, but the feeling of two separate testicles exploding from her ministrations was impossibly hot. Her cunt clenched tight around Minh’s cock, and she finally let go of his intact testicle to rub furiously at her clit.
Hung collapsed in front of her, still stroking his cock even as he sobbed and cradled his half-filled scrotum with his other hand.