In the year 2085 after a population boom, several costly wars for oil, arable land and water as well as a number of ecological disasters, the World Governing Council (the international organ that replaced the UN) created a stable peace by putting in place mandates that were designed to limit the consumption of natural resources.  One of these mandates involved a limit on population growth.  The United States as well as many other powerful nations instituted a program of competitive eugenics as the system for authorizing reproduction.  The belief was that if the number of children born in the United States was to be limited, then the children that were born should have the best potential to succeed in certain key strategic areas.

            All citizens with genetic defects were ordered sterilized (vasectomy or tubal ligation for women).  Those who graduated high school were given the choice of either voluntary sterilization, or competing for breeding licenses.  Those who showed talent in academics, the arts or certain sports were allowed breeding licenses according to a quota system.  Those who failed to secure breeding licenses in those areas had one more area in which they could be allowed to breed—The Games.

            In addition to scientists, engineers, teachers, athletes, and artists, the United States needed soldiers (especially if the World Governing Council collapses).  The Games were a way of breeding a population of individuals that could be called to serve if the need arose.  This population was designed to be about 20% male and 80% female.  Some women would qualify for immediate reproduction.  They were allowed to have children after a 5-year stretch in the military.  Most of the women however would be designated as wartime reserve.  They would be required to take mandatory birth control, and would only be called upon to bare children if the United States entered a major war.  This meant that any woman could rest assured that she could at least be placed in wartime reserve.  It was a different story for the men.

            The men would enter three months of boot camp.  After graduating boot camp, the men would compete in The Games.  The Games were a series of simulated war games with a twist.  All of the men would be injected with a population of nanites that were programmed to castrate.  These nanites would remain inert until activated by a beam of energy from a mock assault rifle or grenade.  The process was relatively painless and was actually designed to be pleasurable.  Those men who were castrated would be re-engineered (physically and psychologically) as women and placed into the wartime reserve.  Some re-engineered women do qualify for breeding licenses though and begin their required military service.  The men who were victorious would keep their manhood.  They would be required to have a sample of their sperm frozen in a sperm bank, and they would be required to put in a 5-year stretch in the military, but it was a small price to pay for the freedom to fuck.

            This was it.  It was Game Day, and I was ready.  I was standing at attention with my unit while the lieutenant gave us our final instructions.

            “You have been divided into five companies of 20 men each.  You will compete against each other until only 20 remain.  Since this is such a highly competitive event, your weapons have been programmed to be ineffective against members of your own unit to prevent treachery.  We want only the best 20 of you to move on to active duty as men.”

            “As you all know, if you are hit, you will feel a powerful tingling sensation in the area were you were hit as well a loss of bladder control.  This is to let yourself and others know that you are no longer a combatant.  If you are hit, all of your weapons will be immediately de-activated, and for the purpose of this war game, you will be considered dead.  As soon as you are hit you will have approximately ten seconds until paralysis begins.  I strongly advise you to use that ten seconds to lie down, or hitting the panic button on your rifle if you are in the water or up in a tree or somewhere where paralysis could cause you injury.  Remember you have a responsibility to the members of your unit.  If any member of your unit dies as a result of negligence or if your flag is captured, every member of your unit will be immediately castrated and subject to gender reassignment.  Also anyone breaking the rules of this engagement will permanently castrated and not re-engineered.  Does anyone have any questions?”

            “NO MAAME NO!”

            “Now many of you are going to lose your balls today, just like I did eight years ago.  I can honestly tell you that it was the best thing that ever happened to me.  It didn’t seem like it at the time, but it was.  My advice to you is that if you get hit, just lie down, forget about your bruised egos and enjoy the experience.  It will be the last time you will have an orgasm as a man and let me tell you, it will be the best you ever had.  After you cum and your manhood shrivels up, just remember that by Friday you will be flickin’ your bean and playin’ with your tities for the first time and realizing just how incredible life as a woman can be.  Hell, if I was going to do it all over again, I would just run out into the middle of the battlefield, scream ‘I want a pussy!’ and get hit.  Now let’s get it on.  Sergeants, order your men to fall out and take their positions.  Dismissed!”

            Our unit was positioned on bravo hill.  It was a good position with some cover.  We immediately decided to rush delta hill and take their flag.  Their position seemed the weakest, and we were close by.  It was a risk, but it would mean 20 fewer men on the field.  I assumed that some other groups would come to the same conclusion.  I was selected to lead a team of 8 men to assault their position.  The counter on my rifle was at 98 when we moved out.  Two were gone already. 

            We crossed the stream and headed up the delta hill through the thick brush.  It was slow going, but I thought it would be the least defended flank.  Our team had made it almost to the edge of the brush, when Jim signaled with his hands that the enemy was close by.  As we crouched down I looked over and saw what Jim was alerting us about.  There were some men from alpha unit who seemed to have the same idea that we had.  I looked over and made eye contact with someone from alpha company.  I think it was Tyrone.  He winked at me and gestured with his head indicating that he was going to lead his team to assault on a different flank.  I held up my hand telling my team to hold their fire and let them pass.  We waited in the bush until we heard fighting start on the other side of the hill.  Most of delta unit foolishly charged down the hill at the attacking alphas.  Only three men were left to guard the flag!  My unit crept up behind them.  Mack pulled the pin out a grenade and lobbed it toward the enemy flag.  The grenade landed and flashed.  The surprised deltas looked around in confusion and suddenly the realized they were hit.

            Two were able to shout to their team to warn them before the paralysis gripped them.  As I ran up the hill toward the flag I saw them as their castration began.  They had already pissed their pants, and the rest of their motor control was failing.  All eight of us made it to the flag.  The rest of the delta unit was pinned down by alphas.  I pulled the flag out of the hole and heard the entire delta squad scream.  We immediately took our positions and were ready to fend off what was left of the alpha team when suddenly they all stopped running and started screaming.  I looked down at the unit counter on my gun.  It was down to 44.  Some unit must have assaulted the alpha base and taken their flag.

            While my unit regrouped I looked down at one of the deltas that we had gotten with the grenade.  It was Paul, one of the guys I trained with.  I asked him, “Does it hurt?”

            “Ng….n…g…..k”, was all he could manage to say, but he had a smile on his face and he was trying to nod his head.  He tried to tell me something, but I wasn’t sure what quite sure what he wanted to tell me. 

“Ngk….BNGK!”  He was able to gesture downward with his head.  I undid the buckle on his pants.  Paul nodded his head.  So I unbuttoned them and pulled them down.  Freeing his massive hard-on.  Paul smiled and closed his eyes.  “Nkew.”

“Your welcome.”  The guy was loosing his nuts, the least I could do is make him comfortable so he could enjoy it.  I also wanted to see what the hell the process was like.  Paul’s hard cock was about eight inches long and really wide.  It was throbbing in time with the slight bucking of Paul’s hips.  Paul’s balls however seemed to be shrinking.  His scrotum was turning a dark purple color, and seemed to be much to large for his now tiny balls.

“Yo we gotta get the fuck out of here!  I don’t want that happening to us.  We better get back to base.  I just got off the radio, they said they lost three guys already.  Come on!”  Rick was right.  I grabbed my rifle and was just leaving when I heard something.

“NGK!  NGK!  NNNGK!  NGK!”  I looked over just in time to see Paul shooting thick wads of cum all over himself.  His ball sack was completely empty.  Paul kept moaning and then did something really unexpected.  All of the sudden a small, bloody lump of flesh about the size of a raisin came shooting out of his dick, followed by another one.  Holy shit!  I think those were his balls!  His dick was still squirting.  Now it was squirting blood as it began to shrink.  It was still hard, and the head remained the same size, but the foreskin was wrinkling up as the inside of his shaft was ejected out of the head.  I watched as Paul’s dick shrunk down until it was just a head, and then to my horror, I saw the head just fall off and roll onto the ground.

“Mike (that’s me) we gotta go!  Move your ass!”

We started running back to bravo base.  Echo unit had set up a sniper covering the stream.  As soon as we were half way across, and chest deep in water, he started picking us off.  We couldn’t abandon our unit members or we would all be nutted, so we had to risk pulling them to the shore.  Jim got off a lucky shot that nailed the sniper.  We all heard him fall from the tree he was in.  Three of our team were so hit we put them on the shore.  I told the other guys to loosen their pants so they would be comfortable.  When we got back to base the unit count was down to 22.  We still had 15 guys left in our unit.  All we had to do was defend our position, and we were going to win!  Suddenly we heard a voice from the tree line.  “Don’t shoot, I’m unarmed!”  We all took cover and aimed at the rock that concealed the voice.  A rifle and three grenades were tossed over the rock and a member of echo unit came out with his hands up.  “Please don’t shoot!”  He started to approach while three of us kept him covered.  The rest of the team was watching in case this was a trap.

“That’s far enough pal.  What do you want?”  The soldier stopped 20 feet away.

“Look, I’m the last guy from echo unit.  And I want to get de-balled—BUT WAIT!  All I ask is that I get fucked in the ass while I’m getting castrated.  That’s all I ask.  Search me.  I’m unarmed.

We let him approach.  He was unarmed.  We took him and his abandoned weapons, into our camp.  We all looked around at each other until during about a minute of uncomfortable silence until Bob finally said, “Fuck it, I’m game, but I need someone to help me an cover my ass.  I don’t want to be the last guy to get shot.”

I decided to go.  Bob was my friend, and besides I liked a little guy on guy action every now and again.  Bob and I found a secure area and we had the prisoner strip.  He was already hard.  Bob covered me while I took his dick into my mouth.  It was a little funky from all of the sweat, but that just turned me on more.  This was the last time this bastard would get his dick sucked.  I gave him some oral thrills, but I didn’t let him cum. He wanted to cum from the castration.  My cock was throbbing from the excitement, but it was my turn to stand guard, and I didn’t want to get ambushed.  I stood up and held my rifle at the ready while Bob and the prisoner got their freak on.

Bob bent the prisoner over a log that would support him when the paralysis took over.  “Oh, yeah!  Fuck me!  Unh!”  Bob’s cock slipped inside of the prisoner’s ass and started pumping.  “Ok, do it!  Do it!  Nut me!  Turn me into your bitch!”  I put tip of my riffle right up against the prisoner’s balls.  “Yes! Right there!  I want to feel it in my nuts!”  I pulled the trigger.  “Yes!  Oh my balls!  They’re tingling!”  I could hear the pee start to trickle on the ground.  “Yes! Yes!  I feel so dizzy.  I…. Can’t st…stand….Unh!  Oh!  Ng…..nk…..k….”  The paralysis had set in, freezing the look of ecstasy on the prisoner’s face.  I tried to look, but I couldn’t really see what was happening to the prisoner’s balls.  Bob was fucking him in the ass.  The coast was clear, so reached under Bob and squeezed the bitch’s balls.  I could feel them shrinking in their sack.  My hard-on was straining against my pants.  Suddenly his balls just slipped into his body.  I could feel the spasms of his orgasm with my hand.  Then I felt a little trickle of blood on my hand.  Our bitch’s cock was entering the final stages.  While I scanned the horizon for any unfriendlies, I heard Bob moaning as he came in the bitch’s ass.  I reached under and plucked the head of his dick off.  I thought he might want it later as a souvenir.  I was so fuckin’ turned on I was ready to bust.  

We lifted the prisoner off of the log and laid him down on his back.  His balls and cock were completely gone.  Just a bit of blood around what looked like an open sore where his dick had been attached.  “Mike I just wanted to thank you for hookin’ me up.” 

“No problem Bob”  Maybe I can get some from Bob now!

“And one more thing Mike” I heard a rifle click off a shot.  I felt a tingling sensation in my ass as to my amazement I started to pee uncontrollably in my pants.  Bob must have switched rifles with the prisoner.  I instinctively grabbed my stricken manhood.

“You mother fucker!  I am going to kill you!  I’ll find you and you will … die.  I’ll …  k…”  My voice was paralyzed, and I could feel weakness in my legs.  I pulled my wet pants down while I still had use of my hands and arms.  I fell to my knees and laid back on a tree that was right behind me.  Bob just laughed and walked away, leaving me to my fate.

My cock was already hard from what I had witnessed a few minutes ago.  I was starting to feel light headed and euphoric.  It must be a side effect of the process.  Waves of intense pleasure started emanating from my dick.  They seemed to flow out through my body and bounce back to my balls.  I could feel my balls tightening up.  There was a little discomfort.  It felt like I had been hit in the balls, but the pain was not very intense.  The pleasure was building.  It felt like an angel was sucking my cock.  I could feel cum building up inside me as my balls disappeared from view.  The sight of my empty scrotum horrified me, but also filled me with a perverse sense of pleasurable submission.  I was becoming a bitch.  There was nothing I could do now, so I resigned myself to my castration.

The first wad of cum shot out and hit me in my own face.  My back arched and I tried to cry out in pleasure.  My jizz just began to pour out until I felt an even greater build up of pleasure.  All of the sudden a second, more powerful orgasm was building as I felt a tremendous pressure deep in my crotch.  My balls were coming out!  I shot one out and felt the most incredible pleasure throughout my whole body.  My shriveled little nut landed on my chest.  The second one came out but just dribbled out of my dick hole.  Now I could feel my dick collapsing as I was writhing with ecstasy. Blood ran down my leg and down my crotch.  Finally I felt the head of my dick fall off and roll onto the ground.  I was nutted.  Bob turned me into a little bitch.  My manhood was gone.  I didn’t care any more.  I just laid there just glowing from head to toe.

            The army did an inquiry into the incident after I lodged a formal complaint.  Our prisoner verified my story, which was fairly close to the truth.  I said that the prisoner had surrendered to us, but left out the part about the anal sex.  The prisoner who saw what happened to me, said that he (now a she) was raped by Bob after he was shot.  Bob was charged with Conduct Unbecoming as well as engaging in treachery during The Game.  The penalty for treachery is permanent castration.  The JAG office allowed me to carry out the sentence with a burdizzo, but that’s another story.  The army restored my manhood.  The doctor even let me pick how big I wanted my new cock and balls to be.  I guess that’s the army’s way of saying, sorry you were betrayed.  Right now, I have a date with Becky, my former prisoner.  She’s coming over to my place and can’t wait to try out her new body.  It’s good to be a man!