The Power of Dudes' Nuts

Poor dude cups his balls, hit like some dollar-store billiards by his opponent. When this dude gets slammed onto the billiard table, his instinct is to spread his legs in defeat. But man, he doesn't even know defeat. His saggy jewels hang in the wide open shooting zone, surrounded by a set of billiard balls that weigh only about ten times as much. He lies there as his opponent decides to strike some balls to blow off some steam, then...  WHAM!  Poor guy has no idea if this dude drove his tip ;)  into the wrong spot or if he just became a victim of some brutal ball-on-ball assault. His hand rushes to cover his boys, who never expected an incredibly mean ding dong ditch. Couldn't we say he deserved it, though? I mean, look at this dude... he's got his legs spread like his opponent just took him out to dinner! Maybe the date didn't go so well... and his opponent is only going to let the poor guy "bust a nut" the way he wants to.

"Sorry about that bud, no hard feelings, eh?" The meathead stud, easily three times the size and weight of the jobber, rocked those stones harder than the young'un's hand ever has. The heel laughs off the manhood brutality, but you could just about see the tears about to come out of the jobber's purple face... almost as purple as his balls. Poor kid holds onto his shattered dreams as hard as he can, but the bully crushed any drop of manhood out of those grapes. Should've left those valuables at home, because those puny white boy nuts never stood a chance in the ring! Hard to tell if the ballbreaker came from those meaty knuckles, muscly forearms, jewel-shattering kneecaps, thunder thighs, or that wieldy boot of his. All I know is meathead's got some tackle to carry out a lineage-ender like that with ease, and I sure wish he'd screw my nuts like that. Hot!

Mr. Big Shoe also happens to be Mr. Big in the Pants... and rasslin' dirty ain't cheatin' for a man who wins. The cocky jock drops his weight on the poor kid, and -- without warning -- drives that big Nike shoe straight into the dude's unsuspecting left nut. A bunt to the bag is enough to make any man rush to nurse the spunk bunkers, but this dude got locked into a pretty compromising position... his swimmers drown as the poor nugget shrinks in fear of a real man. Though, hey, if you're gonna ram the power of your manhood into another dude's sorry excuse for a sack, Nike's got some great advice for ya -- "JUST DO IT." You might even get half his set as a trophy, especially when he can only manage to shoot blanks for his girlfriend later. Ha!