Over a hundred years ago, it was discovered that the human species was degenerating, and would eventually become extinct if something wasn’t done to correct the problem. It is known that when only the fittest of a species is allowed to breed, that species will grow stronger. Nature in the wild does this by allowing the weaker animals to die, leaving only the strongest to reproduce. Doctors and medicine interfered by allowing sub-par people to survive and breed. People that had genetic defects had children with those same defects, and compounded when their mate also had the same or a different set of defects. The human species as a whole was degenerating. For the last eighty two years, in order to correct those mistakes, the nut-grabber contest was initialized. Only the fittest will be allowed to breed so that the human species will grow stronger. The Girls and boys that are handicapped are terminated. I am qualified to enter the competition.

The solution is on the sixteenth birthday, two naked boys will be put into a room to wrestle one another until one of them squeezes the nuts of the other, castrating the loser. The loser eunuch would become a slave. Physically, the eunuch looked and acted like the mothers.

After the first contest, the winner of the event is paired against another sixteen year old that was also a winner of the first event, and the game is repeated. The winner of the contest gets a harem of four wives. The looser of the second event also becomes a slave, however, he is given testosterone and steroids, making him incredible strong. These boys bodies are molded so they became the sports stars, police or soldiers. They performed tasks that made use of their super strength. They are called “D’s”. I am not sure if the “D” stands for drugs or dumb. They may look like Greek Gods, but they are usually dumb.

Today is my sixteenth birthday, and I fear the worse. I report to The Capitol City Arena where I am to be matched against the four boys closest to my age. No boy under sixteen is allowed to actually watch the contest, so I am not sure what to expect.

After a short wait my name is called.

“Please follow me”, says a man in a blue uniform.

I follow him into a small room.

“You are to take off everything. You are to be completely naked, with no possessions of any kind. Failure to follow instructions exactly means that you will be hog tied so your opponent can easily castrate you.” he states. “After you have stripped, you will be shaved so you have no hair anyplace on your body. After you are shaved, you will take a shower. Your shower will have a blue dye. Make sure you are completely blue. I am your personal coach, and I will give you all the support that I can. Your opponents will also have a personal coach, but he will be wearing a uniforms the color of your opponent. There will also be a referee there wearing white.”

I stripped. The eunuch shaves me completely, even my groan. The eunuch then sprayed me down with the blue dye, even the bottom of my feet.

“It is just about time.” the coach announced. “Now this is what is going to happen. You will enter the arena from opposite sides. You will wait for the bell to start your attack. You will wrestle your opponent until you capture his balls. You will not deliberately mane or kill your opponent. There will be no biting, eye gouging or use of weapons of any kind. Any of these infractions will cause you will forfeit. You will capture and crush the balls of your opponent. When it becomes apparent one of you has captured and squeezed the at least one of the balls of your opponent, the referee will instruct the loser to cease resisting. A buzzer will sound. The winner is to make sure both of the opponents balls are ruptured, then continue to message the balls of the loser until the buzzer stops. If you do not follow these rules, then your opponents coach will complete the task. If both of you refuse to participate, both will be declared losers, and the coaches will perform the task. Any questions?”

“Not that I can think of.” I reply.

“Take it easy. It will be over in just a few minutes.’ the coach says.

“I just got the signal. It is time Lets go” he states

We went down the hall to the arena. We entered the arena from opposite directions. The doors closed behind us. My opponent was in red. Red did not wait for the bell, but charged me. He swung at me real hard. I grabbed his arm as I fell on my back, and using his momentum, I put my feet on his hips and pulled him over me. I heard him slam floor behind me with a loud thud. I did a back roll up to my feet, then a body slam across him. The bell rang. By that time I had my left arm across his throat. I reached with my right hand and grabbed his nuts. I was so mad, and so full of adrenaline, I squeezed so hard I felt his nuts pop.

The referee’s voice came over the speaker. “Red, you have lost. Cease all resistance, relax and enjoy.” The buzzer started.

Red was not relaxed. His screams didn’t even sound human. I was still laying on top of him, and his free arm was pounding the floor. I continued to massage the testicles for what seemed like an eternity. Red finally passed out, and the buzzer finally stopped.

I couldn’t believe it. What was it ? Two or maybe three minutes until I had won, and another minute of massage. I stood up, looked down on him and shook all over. His balls were swelling up, already the size of grapefruit.

My blue coach came over and led me out of the arena.

“Do not feel bad.” he advised. “Remember, he was trying with all his might to spoil you. Had you not been an apparent winner by the time the bell rang, I would have had to nut him myself.”

My coach escorts me to the room where I had been before my competition.

“Stay here. I’ll be back “ he says, then leaves me alone The room was empty, so I sit in a corner, still shaking from the ordeal. It happened so fast

Returning, the coach informs me “Red was hurt real bad from that fall. He may never walk again. The referee was ready to call a forfeit, but I managed to talk him out of it. I told him that Red charged you before the bell, and you were acting on instinct. You might keep that in mind for the next match. Speaking of the next match, your next opponent’s first victory didn’t take much longer than your match. It was quick and without incident. I didn’t see him, but sounds like an athlete.”

“You’re not helping build my confidence.” I say.

“Sorry about that.” he remarks. “Just keeping you informed .It will be a while until your next contest. Anything you want to talk about? Girls, cars, future plans, anything? Want me to find out how Red is doing?” the coach asks.

“No, I just want to be left alone.” I reply.

“I’m right here if you need anything.” coach says

I’m sitting here in the corner still trying to figure out what happened. I know it is not that hot in here, but I am sweating like an ice cube in the desert. I am shaking, and my mouth is dry. It’s taking forever. Just wish this day would end.

My thoughts are interrupted when the coach announces “It’s time.”

We walked down that hall, but this time it seemed longer than the last time. I am still sweating just thinking about the fight. The same as before, I entered the arena. My opponent is Violet. Standing there waiting for the bell, I noticed that my opponent looks like a “D”. He is looking calm. I have a sick feeling about this.

The bell finally rings. We circled each other, waiting for the other to make a move.

“Come get me.” he says. “I’ll let you come nut me.”

I don’t need this kind of taunting. My mouth is so dry, I can’t even answer him.

He finally took a punch at me. I grabbed his wrist with my left hand. pulling him forward. I turn,. put my leg out and trip him. As he was going forward, I smashed him in the face with my right elbow. He goes down, but rather than falling flat, he does a forward roll, and comes back on his feet before. My elbow has done a job on his nose, and it was bleeding badly. I throw several punches at him, but he blocks most of them. I finally hit him it in the face. His right eye is bruised, and is beginning to swell shut. He has not really hit me with any force.

“Quit this.” he says. “Just nut me and lets get this over with.”

I hate this taunting. He hasn’t even worked up a sweat.

He finally takes a wild swing at me. I duck his swing. and go in low. I grab his heel with one hand, and used my other to press his knee. He sat down, and as a reflex action his hands were down to break his fall. I stepped forward and give him a kick right in the face. He falls back, and his head hits the floor with a bang. I fully expected that I had knocked him out, but instead he sprung up on his feet.

He appeared to be staggering when he made a charge at me. I used the same technique had earlier, rolling over backwards, feet on his hips, pulling him over me. I complete my roll and am ready to pounce on him, but he’s not there! Suddenly I am hit from behind. My feet are being pulled from under me. I try to recover, but I slip in the sweaty floor, and fall flat on my face. A knee is in the middle of my back, and his left arm goes under my neck, arching my back. I feel like my back is breaking. My hands don’t even touch the floor I try to roll, but his body weight on my hips stops that. The angle he has me pulled up prevents me reaching back to him, or getting any leverage to twist free. I can’t push up with my knees.

“You son of a bitch.” he whispers in my ear. “I told you that you could nut me, but no, you kick me in the face, then try to paralyze me like that other poor bastard. Now instead of becoming a sport star,I have to put up with those whores, and the baby brats I have to sire.”

I then feel it. The hand is reaching between my legs. I try clamping my legs together, but that is a useless move. The hand pushes between my legs, and I feel the hand clasp my precious jewels. I strain hard to throw him off. Then it happens, almost in slow motion. His hand tightens, and I feel one of my nuts pop! The pain is incredible. I feel the vomit coming up in my throat. The pain is so excruciating and I am dizzy that I can’t even move. I cry out in total agony.

The buzzer starts. I think I hear the referee saying “Blue, it’s over. Relax and enjoy”

My head is swimming. The pain is unbearable. He releases my neck and I curl up in a little ball. I think the worse is over, but then I feel my other nut pop. The pain starts all the more intense. I still hear that damned buzzer, and he continues to kneed my nuts. I finally find mercy as I pass out.

I am awaking some time later in another room. I am suspended upside down by a spreader bar that holds my legs wide apart. My wrist are tied to a hook in the floor. I am pulled up so tight my legs and arms feel like they are being pulled out of their sockets. As I look up, I see my damaged jewels. They are larger than a grapefruit and feel cold against my stomach.

“Oh, you are awake. You were unconscious a long time.” I hear from behind me.

As I look around, I see four beautiful young ladies. They walk around me, looking me over.

“Oh, what is happening?” I asked. “Who are you?”

“We are your wives.” The cute blond explains.

“I don’t understand. What is happening? “You should have tried harder in the contest. You could have taken us as your brides. That bastard that nutted you rejected us. The fucker is a queer. He had himself nutted so he could go play in the games!”

You will have to excuse me. I am totally confused, and I’m not feeling too good.”

“You’re not feeling too good. How the hell do you think we feel!” the little blond exploded. “I’m looking at a pathetic pile of shit, knowing that I will never feel the warmth of a real man inside me, or be able to bring a new life into the world, because had to kick some shit head instead of nut grabbing him! By law, we have to be with a man, so even though you are an eunuch, you will be given testosterone, so you will be considered a man.”

“We don’t want to be terminated. I know you can go on to the sports, but after seeing you fight, it is apparent you are a loser.” the brunette explained. “We are asking that you accept us.”

“Oh okay. I really don’t want to be in sports anyway. Do what you want to do” i respond. At this time, I really don’t care. My balls are still swelling, and the pain is getting worse. I just want to be left alone.

The girls run off, but return with my blue coach.

“The girls tell me accept them. Is that true?” he asks.

“Yes” I reply.

Turning to the girls he ask “Do each of you accept this man as your husband.”

“We do.” the girls respond in unison.

“ I pronounce you a family. As he is a loser in the contest, you will have to smooth and babylon him.” he says as he walks away.

“What is smooth and babylon me mean?” I ask.

“We have to make it so you can never give us any sexual satisfaction. I thought you knew that.” the blond explains.

“Whatever. Just get me down. I’m in total pain.”

I notice one of the girls has some kind of plastic tube. She starts pushing it up my pee hole. I am stretched so tight I can’t move. I feel the tube go all the way into my dick, then go way inside of me.

“Oh please, please, don’t do that. The pain is too much” I plead.

“ We have to if you are going to survive.” she responds.

“ I don’t think I want to survive.”

“You damned better well! You accepted us as your wives. Either you accept us and we accept you, we all will be terminated.” the brunette explained.

One of the other girls makes a point of showing me that she had a small knife. She goes behind me. I feel her hand pressing between my legs

“Do you feel the tube?” the first girl asks.

“I can feel it. I’ll get it out in a moment.”

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“We have to smooth you.” the girl behind me responds.

I feel her make a cut somewhere between my legs and behind my balls. I watch in horror as the tube that is coming out my dick goes up inside. She is pulling it up the cut she has made behind my balls I can feel my piss against my legs, but I have no control to stop it.

Still behind me, she put something heavy in my crouch and between my legs. There is some sort of wire they put under my dick, then attach to whatever that thing is between my legs.

“Plug it in.” I hear one of them say.

The wire she put around my dick and balls glows red. Its hot! I can smell me burning! The hot wire is slowly burning through me. Pain!! There is no way to describe the pain. I am screaming. It is worse than the nut grabbing, worse than anything I even describe. Slowly slowly! It seems like forever. Suddenly my dick and nuts fall to the floor. I can’t move! I can’t think. Oh the pain. Why can’t I pass out? I lose the contents of my stomach. Oh God, I wish I would pass out. My whole groan area is burning.

“Oh please just leave me alone.” I plead.

. I don’t know how long I hung there. I’m not unconscious, that would be too merciful. Finally a board is brought in. My hands are tied to the board before being released from the floor. I can’t even move, much less get away. The raise one end of the board, then tighten a strap around my hips to secure me to the board. The spreader bar is lowered so I almost flat on the ground. My ankles are released from the spreader bar, then secured to the board. Another strap is put around my knees. I’m really feet too weak to try any kind of resistance. I really don’t think they can do anything more to me anyway.

A couple of wedges are placed next my head, and a strap across my forehead and the wedges make it impossible to move my head.

“Open wide.” says one of the girls as she pinches my nose closed.

I don’t have any resistance left. I open my mouth. She forces some sort of mouthpiece into me that forces my jaw far open. Another comes at me with what looks like a pair of hook pliers. She grabs my tongue and pulls it out and up. Another takes what looks like a putty knife, and puts it under my tongue.

“Plug it in.” she says.

Pain! They are burning my tongue right out of my head After my tongue is pulled free, they turn my on my side and spray some sort of vile liquid in my mouth. I guess it stops the bleeding.

When I awoke, I am in what appeared to be a living room. My whole gut feels like it is still on fire. I am in so much pain in my mouth and throat that I can’t even manage a groan.

The four beautiful young ladies were standing over me.

“I think he is going to survive.” the brunet observes.

I notice they are wearing bloody diapers. I point to one of them.

“You aren’t the only one in pain. We didn’t know we would all be circumcised. This has got to be the worse day of our lives.

I most certainly hope so.