Episode - 3 The Beginning of a Brutal Revenge

Longtime rivals Ryan and Victor finally faced each other in a fateful showdown. With a tense atmosphere hanging heavy in the air, the two men circled each other like beasts, searching for a weakness. Ryan, possessing superior skill and physique, overwhelmed Victor with ease, mounted him, and unleashed a relentless barrage of punches. As Victor teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, Ryan prepared to deliver the final blow. "It's over! Get out of my city!"

At that moment, an eerie siren wailed, and dark figures swarmed the scene. It was the police. Unable to land the finishing strike, Ryan reluctantly raised his hands behind his head and rose to his feet. "Freeze!" The officers advanced with menacing expressions, while Victor regained his senses. A faint smile crept across Victor's lips as he assessed the situation. They weren't real cops. It was Victor's gang, disguised in stolen police uniforms and vehicles. Ryan had been completely fooled.

The moment Ryan's attention was diverted, Victor, still on the ground, swiftly slid his hands between Ryan's legs and forcefully shoved outward. Caught off guard, Ryan's legs spread even wider, throwing him off balance. It was the perfect opportunity for Victor. Lying prone, he unleashed a five-punch combo aimed directly at Ryan's groin. The sensation of his testicles being pulverized sent a searing pain through Ryan's body.

"Ugh!" The suddenness of the attack left Ryan no time to defend. He was struck squarely in his most vulnerable spot. Instinctively, he reached for his groin, but the 'police' officers swarmed him, pinning him down. Their method of restraint was peculiar. Each officer grabbed a limb, immobilizing him completely. Confused and disoriented, Ryan watched in horror as Victor slowly rose to his feet. Why weren't the police restraining Victor?

Victor approached Ryan and delivered two heavy blows to his face. "Ugh!" He then followed up with a powerful punch to Ryan's abdomen. "Argh!" It was then that Ryan realized the men holding him down weren't real cops. "So, you finally figured it out? Let's start the game, shall we?" Ryan could easily break free from most restraints, but with four men holding his limbs, he was helpless.

Victor crouched down between Ryan's legs, his eyes level with his testicles. "That kick to the balls you gave me? It hurt like hell. This is payback." He proceeded to unleash a relentless series of punches to Ryan's groin, mixing in uppercuts for good measure. The brutal assault lasted a full minute. Helpless and writhing in agony, Ryan began to gag. Victor stood up and addressed Ryan. "How does it feel? Do you understand my pain now? But guess what? This is just the beginning. Let him go." The henchmen released Ryan's limbs. Crippled by the excruciating pain, Ryan collapsed to the ground, clutching his groin and groaning in agony. "Grab his arms." Two of Victor's men seized Ryan's arms and restrained him once more. Victor approached and kicked Ryan's legs apart, spreading them wide open again. Sensing what was coming, Ryan began to struggle, but the henchmen quickly subdued his legs as well. "Ryan, this is going to hurt." Before the words were even finished, Victor delivered a powerful kick to the area just below Ryan's groin. To an untrained eye, it might have looked like a kick to the buttocks, but it was a precise strike aimed at the most vulnerable part of a man's anatomy. And Victor, being a former professional soccer player, possessed both the accuracy and power to inflict maximum damage.

Ryan felt as if his testicles had exploded. A tsunami of pain surged through his lower abdomen in a fraction of a second, and his world went dark. His body instinctively arched upward, exposing his testicles even further. Victor seized the opportunity and launched another kick. "Aaaaaargh!" The pain was so intense that Ryan couldn't even breathe.

"Let him go." The henchmen released Ryan's limbs. "How do you like it? Feeling a little tingly?" "You bastard..." "Still got some fight left in you, huh? Doesn't matter. Let's finish this." Victor dragged Ryan to a nearby tree and propped him against the trunk. He then gestured to his men, who promptly tied Ryan's arms behind the tree. "Just bear with it. It'll all be over soon." "What are you going to do?" "You'll see. It'll be over in a minute." Victor then spread Ryan's legs wide open once again. "What the hell are you doing?!" Victor sat down next to Ryan and whispered in his ear. "With you out of the picture, tomorrow will be a better day for me. So, goodbye, Ryan." Victor's hand slowly reached between Ryan's legs. "Let me go!" Ryan screamed, but Victor ignored him, rummaging between his legs. "Found them! Ryan's balls! Haha!" Ryan, being generously endowed, was easy to find. Victor grasped Ryan's testicles, which felt like eggs in his hand. "Farewell, Ryan." With those words, Victor began to squeeze, and Ryan's face contorted in agony. "Let go! Now!" Ryan begged, but Victor continued to apply pressure, savoring the moment. He could have ended it quickly, but he deliberately prolonged the torture, slowly increasing the force. After about three minutes, Victor felt a "pop" in his hand. Ryan was beyond screaming, barely able to breathe. Sensing that the testicles had ruptured, Victor decided to deliver the coup de grâce. He squeezed Ryan's scrotum with all his might. "Aaaaaaargh!" Ryan mustered one last scream before finally succumbing to the excruciating pain.