"You and your friends have had enough of my harassment at the club and have drawn straws for who would end me, you won! You're happy because most of my unwanted ass-grabbing was with you. I wake up on the floor with you explaining my demise: ballbusting for being a dick, and ass grinding for all the grabbing. You then start kicking and stomping my balls harshly while explaining my panic will cause me to consume more oxygen, and then sit on my face to deprive me of it. You then present a hammer, mallet, etc. and offer me an option: to cum by your countdown and live, or perish as planned. After several more stomps and kicks, you plant yourself on my face again and start counting down while detailing how you will smash my balls upon failure to cum. You've made sure I can't, with all the trauma, and know this is a win. After the count reaches 0, you tell me how sad it is you have to do this, as your friends would probably love the chance to Torment me too. Then, you sit on my face again and bust one ball, giggle a bit, then bust the other right before I fade away.