Test, The - Part 3

This is the third story in a short series; readers are advised to read the previous stories in this series.

Amanda examined the 8 boys lined up before her. “These are the scholars, huh?” she thought to herself. The first boy was blond haired and very wiry and pale. She watched as the slave finished binding the boys’ hands behinds their backs. She walked to the boy and compared the tattoo on his right shoulder to the ledger: 04-A-4562.

“Come here,” she said leading him to the wooden horse. The boy hesitated as he got close to it. “It’s going to be OK. Statistically, you should all pass.” It was true—only about 10 percent failed this part of the test. The boy glanced at the wooden horse again. Its top was a simple vice. “What’s your name?” she asked.

“Tom. Er, Thomas.”

“Tom,” she noticed he gave a slight smile when he called him that. “Tom, come here.”

The boy reluctantly stepped forward. He felt his toes hit the base of the machine. He looked down and could see the spring underneath the wooden plates. He could feel the plates brush against his short tunic.

Amanda saw that the plates were too low. She reached for the crank and raised it by several inches. She hesitated. “Am I doing this right?” she asked herself. “I wonder if everyone is this nervous their first time.”

She took a deep breath and reached forward slowly. She stopped suddenly with her fingers an inch from Tom’s tunic. Tom blushed as he felt himself start to harden. She felt the fabric of his tunic brush her fingers.

Emboldened by the boy’s response, she lifted his tunic and revealed the boy’s growing erection and his balls. “I wonder if these are big or small,” she asked herself; they were the first she had ever seen.

Reaching for them, she cupped them gently and felt his hot member rest on her wrist. He was watching her. She looked into his eyes and smiled. She pulled them gently toward the vice. “You are going to have to bend at the knees a bit.”

She watched as Tom’s balls lowered into the jaws of the machine. “Just stand still. This will be over soon.”

She cranked the handle to tighten the jaws. She could see his balls adjust in their sack to the changing shape of the jaws.

Tom felt no pain, but he was terrified. He fought the urge to pull his balls from the vice. He watched as they moved slowly inside the vice and for the first time saw that the lips of the vice protruded slightly. “That keeps the balls from popping out under pressure,” he realized.

Suddenly, the pain was indescribable. His nuts were being crushed. He felt hands on his shoulders pushing him down. He grunted once followed by several shorter grunts.

Amanda watched the pressure gauge: a simple bar extending from the side of the machine. “No where near enough pressure,” she realized. She glanced at the boy doubled up over the vice. She hesitated for a second before turning the crank several turns slowly. The gauge displayed the red strip indicating that there was nearly enough pressure. She turned the crank slowly watching the gauge constantly.

Tom though he was going to die. He could feel his testicles flattening and was sure he could feel the grain of the wood ripping through his tender orbs. Every crank brought him closer to thinking his testicles were going to explode. “10, 9, 8, 7,” he heard the priestess counting. “6, 5.” It felt like hours between each number. “4, 3.” He realized that his cock was still hard and was lying on the rough wood. “2, 1.”

Amanda turned the crank quickly, relieving the pressure on Tom’s balls. She watched as the balls regained their previous shape. She realized he had remained erect throughout the ordeal.

The slaves pulled Tom upright and he stared at his crotch. His balls had swelled to at least double their normal size and the skin was turning from red to blue. Embarrassingly, his cock still swung over his balls. “I hope she doesn’t think I am tiny,” he thought.

Amanda stepped up to the boy and lifted his cock away with one hand. She felt a tiny drop of precum on his hand. With her right hand, he cupped his balls gently.

Tom felt her hand touch his cock and suppressed a moan. The last thing he remembered was the priestess reaching for his swollen nuts.

Amanda rolled the inflated nuts around to make sure they were intact. Everything felt fine. Then she noticed the boy had passed out. She watched as the slaves dragged him away.

She stared after the boy. Then, she collected herself. “Next.”

* * *

John sprinted right at the stocky dark haired kid. At the last second, he pushed the ball to the left with the instep of his right foot. Being light, he followed the ball while the big kid continued in the same direction. The goalie was ready. John aimed for the far upper right corner and shot. The goalie caught it.

* * *

“Good thing soccer is a team sport,” Justin said as he caught up with John, “or else you would never make it.”

“Yeah, well good thing academics are required or you would have been eliminated already too.”

“I am just glad we both passed today.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. I was nervous after losing the first game.”

“Fortunately you were on my team for the second game. I kicked ass.”

“Yeah, yeah. But it was good to be on your team,” John said. John was thinking about the kids who lost all 3 games of soccer and those who got red cards, they were already eliminated.