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I stand above you, cold and merciless, using your balls as nothing more than my toy. Slaps turn into sharp strikes, each hit making you whimper louder while I laugh at your weakness. My hands squeeze, my kicks land harder, and I taunt you for being nothing but a pathetic slave who exists to suffer for my amusement. Your balls belong to me, your manhood means nothing, and the more you cry out, the harder I punish you.