if I kick you full force with my fit leg taking a little run or if I give you a really hard and well balanced knee between your legs, smash a 2 Kg or a 70 Oz rubber hammer full force over your ballsack, it is likely that just one (two is rare but possible) of your white seed's orb can easily rupture, squeezed between your pelvic bones and what is hitting it, actually being crushed really flat for just a fraction of a second, more than sufficient to send the most extreme ball pain message to your brain's testicles pain and pleasure located in the orgasm processing center,along you starting to experience a mixture of the most intense orgasm possible and the most intense pain possible at the same time, while starting the pathetic final cum&mush powerfull shooting of ropes,

That immense pressure (far exceedingly the 50 Kg or 110 pounds popping pressure zone of most testicles) rapidly begin to open a tear, or a rupture, in the pretty looking white tanslucid wall of the testicle with all it's pretty zig zag patterns on it which I like very much, and I'm a matter of millisecond that pressure squash it's content, Sertoli's cell full of testosterone and Tubulus Seminiferi full of semen, effectively spurting through this breaking in the orb's wall all the pulped inside aforementioned, that sprays out like a geyser all the jellified inside from that tear, with a lot of pressure, filling from the inside your ballsack in a split of a second, essentially making it swollen with your manhood essence, and that's the end of almost all ruptures from blunt force trauma in the world of males.

 That's why I hate your pathetic ballsack,  because I love when the yumminess jizzes and shoots all over the place, on my hammer for example, or just all over my face, dripping down my long neck to my chest, legs, tits and  I'm happy when I find some of it between my hair,  or when a spurt of mush reaches fast into my eyes temporary blinding me, with some spurts of mush even all over your body like all over your belly, so we both end to be covered in your really manhood's pure essence, even if that way I than  need you to ask to clean me up all the mess with your tongue and sucking it and snowball me all that yummy pinkish-yellowish mush so I can savour it, gargling it in my mouth  and playing with it a bit like trying to make bubbles with that in my  mouth and giggling at you without loosing eye contact  while I it  gulp it all down at once,  happy like the cumushslut I am.