“Good,” she said as she lowered me down until the balls of my feet were supporting some of my weight. Immediately the agonizing strain on my n*****s lessened just a little.
Jane and Wanda set up a card table and three chairs next to me, while Sherry held up a clear Plexiglas cylinder right in front of my face so I could plainly see it. It was about three inches in diameter and had a screw mechanism in the bottom.
“You know what this is?”
I shook my head back and forth, realizing that it was something that I really wasn’t going to like.
“It’s a ball crusher. There’s probably no further explanation needed. I think the name says it all. But I’m going to explain it to you anyway. See your balls go in here at the top and this is all closed up tight around your sac. Then I’ll turn this hand
