Seated on a chair, I survey my handiwork with satisfaction: the loser’s balls, bound and separated, are now even more swollen than before. The hapless creature is oblivious to the fact that everything comes with a price, and he continues to fawn over my feet with his tongue. In response, I commence kicking his balls, but he remains stubbornly attached to my feet, even as I escalate the ballbusting. My goal is to deflate them, to annihilate his virility forever, and I am determined to succeed.