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The Duel (corrected copy) Dueling has been a part of American history since the beginning of the nineteenth century, and it was common in most of the states. Duels were a fight of honor, and contrary to popular belief, on many occasions they did not result in the death of either party. Still, the dare, the willingness to risk your life and to battle your opponent set duels apart, and bullets did fly and on occasion people got killed. Still, they were always mainly a test of honor, and there was even a strict code on how they were conducted, called the Code Duello. The weapon of choice was the smooth bore pistol, a single-shot weapon which was inherently inaccurate. While the guns could be reloaded, the very act of firing at each other often ended the duel, even if no one was hurt in the process. That happened more often than you would think. Flintlocks often misfired in fact, and accuracy was difficult. The odds of either man actually being shot, at least on the first round, or even the second, were actually fairly small. So, it wasnt so much about the killing, as it was about the threat of killing. No, it was about honor, all about honor, and when honor was satisfied one man lay humiliated and one man was victorious, even if they were both still alive. The modern duels of today no longer use pistols and bullets to settle a score, and the game of honor has shifted to the wrestling mat. Wrestling to resolve differences and to establish honor is much fairer in many ways than the pistol ever was, and its a more human struggle, more intense in a thousand ways. Nevertheless honor can be satisfied just the same and there is no doubt that the loser winds up humiliated. So, in that respect at least the modern duel is similar to the duels of history. The modern duel begins as a wrestling match, fair and even and closely regulated. It consists of a set of two-minute bouts, that continue until one man pins another, or until one man apologizes and gives up to his stronger opponent. Anytime honor is satisfied the duel is stopped. After each two-minute period, either man can forfeit the duel, giving in to the winner and forfeiting his honor. That happens more often than it doesnt, and like the pistol shots of history that missed, the ending of a two-minute period without a man being pinned is a chance for the duel to be settled instead of fought to completion. If one man is obviously stronger, the weaker will usually concede, even if it means he will lose what it is he had been fighting for. But when the match is closer, and when each man feels he can win, then the match tends to go to completion. Of course, it can be stopped at any time between periods, as long as one man gives in to the other. But, if that doesnt happen and the bout continues and another period begins, then the period plays out. You cant quit during a two-minute period, anymore than you could dodge the bullet of yesterday once the gun had been fired. Eventually, if neither man apologizes and gives up, one man will pin the other. To be pinned is the ultimate loss, and its the equivalent of being shot and at the moment it happens the bout is ended and a winner is declared. After that, the loser doesnt die, at least not in a physical sense, but instead he is restrained and placed at the mercy of the winner, the total mercy of the winner, and generally what follows is so demeaning and so embarrassing that he will die inside and hang his head in shame as surely as if a bullet had struck him in the heart. So, while the loser of a duel today isnt shot, he nevertheless is humiliated, and his honor is stripped from him in a multitude of ways. His entire fate will be up to his better, and the winner of the bout will control his fate as surely as if he was staring at him down the barrel of his loaded gun. There is an entire legal range of things that the winner can do to the loser, and they are all state sanctioned and are all allowed under the rules. Most of these are painful, and most are very embarrassing for the loser. By the time the winner has secured his honor the loser will often be begging, groveling in front of the crowd that watches, giving up his honor and his pride and finding himself totally humiliated in front of everyone that is there. While death isnt a possible outcome, there are few other limits. The ultimate threat for the loser is castration, which is allowed under the rules and it is that distinct possibility that gives a duel its power. So, its not a fight to the death as it once was, but nevertheless its a fight that can ultimately allow a man to strip everything from his opponent; his dignity, his pride, his honor, and even his balls. A man that is beaten in a duel will be humiliated, and often will end up a broken man. Of course, even the worst that can happen, castration, isnt quite the equivalent of a fatal pistol shot, but for a man that finds himself publicly deballed its close enough. Still, the duel is really all about honor, and so while the winner may castrate his opponent, usually its not necessary and more often than not things dont go that far. Still, they can, and they do at times, and Ive seen enough duels and watched enough men lose everything that I know that to be true. Hans Pacer stared at his opponent, crouched over in the classic look of the wrestler, dressed in his green singlet and staring with anger at his older opponent. Standing on the blue mat in front of a crowd of almost five hundred patrons, his muscles rippled, and his strong legs and flat stomach seemed to be tense and ready. Hans had bright red hair, and a freckled face, and he looked younger than his nineteen years. In some ways in fact he looked like a high school kid, and his freckled face was as smooth as a ten year olds. Just out of high school, he wasnt doing much with his life, other than working at a fast food restaurant and trying to save up a little money. Opposite him was twenty-two year old Mark Lancer, a college man that had made the challenge, who had sought out the duel and who seemed poised and ready to take on his younger opponent. Mark had neatly cropped brown hair, and a little mustache across his upper lip. He was older and stronger, and he had the look of a powerful man, his body chiseled from hours in the gym. From the very beginning he was the crowd favorite. His red singlet gripped his body, and every muscle was visibly tight and seemed to ripple. This match was about a girl, as they often are, and both of these men were in love with the same woman. One thing they both agreed was that she was worth fighting for. She was beautiful, with big breasts and a beautiful smile, her talented lips willing and able to suck a cock like a vacuum cleaner. She was every mans dream girl, and at twenty years of age she was as perfect as a woman can be. For Hans Pacer the woman was everything, and he had been dating her since he was a freshman in high school and now at nineteen he was deeply in love. But Mark Lancer wanted her too, and had come along out of nowhere and soon enough she was going out with him instead. Mark was a college kid going places, and that attracted the woman and she gravitated in his direction. The jealousy that resulted had blossomed, and Hans never let up, his high school sweetheart far too important to him to allow him to just walk away. The duel was never perceived as an even match, and there is no requirement for it to be so. As long as a challenge is made, and accepted, then a duel can be scheduled. Mark Lancer had made the challenge, and Hans Pacer had accepted, and so the duel was set in place and that was all there was to it. Mark Lancer was a wrestler in college, and strong and far more of a man in many ways that was Hans, and his decision to make the challenge was obviously based on his perception that he would win, and in doing so he could eliminate the younger teenager and get him out of his way once and for all. Hans probably knew he was outmatched, and should have by all rights given up on the girl and never accepted the challenge when it came. But he loved her too much to do that, and so with his girl losing interest in him he saw the duel as his only chance, and so he had accepted. So, from the beginning the prize was the girl; and they both wanted her very badly and thats how things came to happen the way that they did. Their mutual attraction for the same woman blossomed into a hatred between them that had grown and grown Neither man would back down, and neither would give up the girl. For Hans she was his first girl, his first real girl, and in fact she was the only girl he had ever fucked. He had taken her to his senior prom, and had grown to love her and he had even hoped to marry her. But since then she had taken to a liking for Mark Lancer and it had devastated him. While Mark hadnt been going out with her long, he had been going out long enough to feel her lips wrapped around his dick and to plant his pole deep into her pussy, and once he had there was no way he was going to allow some red-headed teenager to take her from him. And so the challenge had been made, and accepted, and now the young men stood opposite each other, poised to settle the score and to solve the issue once and for all. Mark Lancer said Give her up Hans, right now, or I swear before this is over Ill take you down and wipe your ass across this mat, and in the end youll be begging me to fuck her for you. Hans replied, the look of anger in his eyes: I had her first, and Ill never give her up. NEVER! YOU HEAR ME? SHES MINE, AND I WANT HER BACK!!! Oh yeah? Well, well see how much you want her after I take your balls! said Mark, and after that he shot into his opponent, grabbing for his legs and bringing him quickly to the mat. From the very beginning Mark Lancer was in control of the fight. He was a strong powerful male, and an experienced wrestler, and he tossed the nineteen year old around like a toy. By the end of the first period, he had dominated the bout, and he would have pinned his younger opponent if the clock hadnt stopped him. Hans was stunned, and he knew he was in trouble. Still, he wouldnt give in, wouldnt give up, and his desire for his girlfriend was so intense it clouded his judgment. But, he was a teenage boy who was deeply in love, and he wanted her. He wanted her so bad he was willing to risk everything for a chance to make it happen. He wasnt a great fighter, and the second period was even worse for him. Mark Lancer just wiped the mat with Hans Pacer, just as he said he would. Hans tired to fight him, but he was just outmatched, and at the end of the period he found himself upside down, with his shoulder blades against the mat and all hope lost. He arched his back, jutting his groin into the air in a last best hope struggle to save himself. It was all over, and he was all but pinned, but once again the whistle blew just in time and so he got another chance. He should have quit then, and most men would have, because its far better to give in to your opponent and accede the loss, than it is to fight on when the loss is all but certain. Most in the crowd thought the younger lad was a fool to fight on, and even Mark shook his head in disbelief when Hans walked back to the center of the blue mat for yet another round. Hans was clearly exhausted, while Mark wasnt even breathing hard. Mark laughed, confidently, and then he gave his opponent one more chance to save himself: Give it up dude....give it up. Quit chasing Diane and Ill withdraw the challenge. Otherwise, Im going to pin you, and if I do that youll be sorry for the rest of your life. Hans looked at him, and his lip quivered. He knew he should end it, give in to it, and give up on his girl and realize it was over. But God, how could he let him have her without at least trying to stop it? How? Still, it seemed hopeless, and giving up on his girl would be the smart thing to do. He would lose face, of course, but he had fought hard and people would respect him for that. If he continued, he risked everything. Still, he loved her too much, and so in the end he couldnt bring himself to do it. After a minute or so of indecision the referee put him into position, down on his hands and knees and with Mark over him for a third round. The whistle blew, and the third period was on. It was clearly obvious Mark was through playing around, and right away he went at his opponent with a vengeance. He just wanted to get this done, and over with, and so he slammed his nineteen year old opponent around and flipped him over on his back just seconds after the period started. Hans eyes went wide open, scared, but he somehow managed to flip himself over, back up on his hands and knees, but Mark came up under him and tossed him over once again until he was flat on his back just seconds later. Again Hans managed to escape, just in the nick of time, crawling toward the out-of-bounds area in a near panic. It was clear he was in trouble and it was almost like he was just a toy for his opponent. Mark grabbed his feet and literally pulled him back to the center, to the laughter of the crowd, and then he was on him again, running his hand up between his legs for leverage and then tossing the teenager on his back in an instant. Mark totally dominated the third period, at least he did until at one minute to go Hans managed to muster some strength from God knows where, flipping himself back over one more time and then somehow spinning around until he was suddenly behind Mark Lancer, his hands around his middle and his feet spread out wide in a solid stance. Mark grunted, surprised, and then they grappled hard. They spun around and around for several rotations, until once again Mark regained control, and he managed another handhold that allowed him to get turned around, and once he was facing his opponent he had him over on his back a few seconds later. Right away he went for another pin opportunity, but Hans escaped, standing completely up, and once free he drove his body as hard as he could into his opponent. They both went down hard to the mat, and Hans scored his first takedown. He was behind Mark, with a half-nelson on his opponent and for the first time on his knees and in some semblance of control instead of flat on his back fighting to avoid being pinned. Even so, Hans couldnt do much more than to just hold onto his opponent, at least not initially. Then, for reasons he would never figure out, Mark Lancer made a classic mistake in wrestling, reaching back, behind him, to grab his opponent and try to get a handhold yet one more time. Perhaps he was overconfident, or perhaps he just made a mistake. Whatever the reason, as he reached back there was a brief second of vulnerability, and Hans went for it in a flash. With forty seconds to go the nineteen year old grabbed Marks shoulder, and literally pulled it backwards, and then rising up on his toes he brought his full weight down on that shoulder until it went to the mat. Mark Lancers was caught totally off guard, and his eyes went wide open in surprise as he went over, his feet coming up and he on his back for the first time in the match. He tried to roll over, but Hans was on him, his full weight against his chest and his legs spread wide, wide apart, making a steady rock-solid stance. Every single muscle was straining in both mens bodies then, and Hans went up on his tiptoes again, digging them into the mat as he pressed his full weight into his opponent, trying to drive both of his opponents shoulders into the mat and keep them there. Mark couldnt believe what had happened, and he was mad as hell that he had allowed his opponent to put him in this position. Nevertheless, all he could do at this point was to arch his back, jutting his groin up into the air, high up, working with every muscle in his body to keep his shoulder blades from touching the mat. They touched for a second anyway, and so he arched higher, lifting them off the mat once again. But Hans pushed even harder in response, driving Mark back into the mat until his shoulders touched again. Mark panicked then, and arched his back yet again, higher, higher than he had ever done so in his life. His twenty-two year old groin jutted into the air, emphasizing his manhood, his entire package stretching the fabric of his singlet as he fought for his life. The clocked ticked down, but there were thirty seconds to go, and when you are struggling to keep your shoulders off of the mat and your opponent is driving his full weight on top of you to defeat your efforts, thirty seconds is a long time. A very long time. Mark didnt give in, and fought with everything he had, struggling with every single muscle to keep from being pinned. But the nineteen-year-old was determined, and finally, with less than four seconds to go, Mark Lancers muscles gave out and Hans Pacer succeeded in driving his shoulders into the mat long enough for the referee to slap the mat and call the bout, and after that it was done. The crowd went absolutely wild, and Hans jumped up, his arms upraised in victory and a huge grin across his face. Mark was in shock, totally surprised at what had happened. He stared at the crowd in disbelief, and then, before he could really react two of the bigger referees grabbed his arms, and lifting him upward, they quickly dragged him directly across the mat and right up to the restraint box which is in front of the stands and which was now waiting for him. The box is designed to fully restrain the loser and prevent him from doing anything to interfere with what will follow. The referees clipped a collar around his neck, like a dog collar only thicker and made for a man, and then they shoved Mark Lancer to his knees, and bent his head over and clipped his collar to a steel post that was three feet high and made just for that purpose. The collar was connected directly to the post, and there was no room to move his head and it held him fast. Shackled like a dog, his head was locked in such a way that he was forced to face the crowd. Mark got one hand free and tried to unsnap the collar, but they grabbed his wrist, and pulled it away. Then the referees secured his wrists to the floor of the box, spread out to the sides, locking them into two cuffs that were positioned there and made just for that purpose. In took only a few seconds, and after that he was helpless. His feet were still free, but not for long, and his knees rested on a padded indentation, spread about two feet apart. The referees locked his feet into two cuffs that were designed to hold them, and ran two straps around his legs just behind his knees, and after that he couldnt do much of anything. Finally, a two inch round chrome bar was ratcheted up underneath him belly, so that his stomach rested on it and it forced his ass up, high in the air. He looked a lot like a dog then, his collared neck attached to a pole and he on all fours, staring at the crowd which was staring at him. There was nothing he could do, nothing at all at this point, but to live through whatever his opponent had in store for him. The last thing the referees did was to adjust the microphones, so that they rested at the edge of his lips and anything he said was put out on the speakers for everyone to hear. Sitting directly in front of his face was Diane Whicker, the girl the two young men had been fighting for. She hadnt necessarily asked for the duel, but the idea of two strapping young men fighting for her wasnt something that she really disliked. She had come to the match expecting to see Mark defeating her old boyfriend, but things hadnt gone that way and now she stared with a look of surprise on her face. It was hard to gauge her expression, and she was obviously surprised that her one time high school boyfriend had beaten the college man she had come with. The modern Code Duello allowed Hans exactly thirty minutes to humiliate the man who had challenged him. Just thirty minutes, and he took a couple of minutes of that to catch his breath, before he gave his first order. During that time Hans was fitted with a small microphone, so anything he said and anything he ordered would be heard by the crowd as well as the referees. The microphone was sensitive, and Hans labored breathing echoed from the speakers. All eyes were on him now, and the entire crowd wondered what he would do. Diane especially sat there with a keen interest, staring at the loser with a look of concern. Then, Hans looked to the referees, and then with a voice of confidence, he said Strip him. The referees grinned, and then using a small little curved razor blade made just for the purpose, they hooked it over the fabric of Marks singlet, between his shoulder blades, and then pulled it right down through the material, in a single, swift cut. His singlet literally fell away, and then with one more quick slice his underwear came off next, and after that Mark Lancer was as naked as the day he was born, kneeling like a dog and with everything on display. He stared in shock really, in disbelief perhaps at how fast things had deteriorated and how quickly they had taken his clothes. He just couldnt believe it, and he was still trying to figure out how he had lost and where things were going. His cock hung down between his legs like a big worm, and the skin of his uncircumcised pole covered the tip of his flaccid penis. He was scared, and his dick was totally soft and it had never appeared smaller. Even so, his thick patch of pubic hair emphasized his manhood, and with his balls hanging down underneath it was quite obvious that without any question he was a man. He had a full sized scrotum, a man-sized bag, and it was filled with two big nuts that defined the essence of his being. As Hans walked over to him, standing like the victorious athlete he was, Mark said OK....OK. You won. Fair, and square. I give. I GIVE DAMIT.....YOU WON! Take your girl! I give I said. You dont need to humiliate me any more; you WON! Hans said Thats not good enough. Not by a long shot. Youre gonna beg me, you hear me? You are gonna have to beg me if you want to keep your balls. Mark started to talk, trying to reason with the teenager who had beaten him, but he never got very far: Hey....listen...I said that you............ NOOSE HIM Hans said, cutting off Marks words like a knife cuts through hot butter. The call wasnt exactly unexpected, and placing a noose around the losers balls is common in almost all duels. It doesnt mean necessarily that the winner intends to castrate the loser, but only indicates that he can. Still, its a very significant step, and once a mans balls have been noosed with the wire taking them is an extremely easy thing to do. No man wants to feel a wire around his balls. No man, and it will get his attention and keep it once it has been done. With the command, the referees took a long piece of thick stainless steel wire, and made a loop, and then reaching from behind between Mark Lancers spread legs they placed the loop of steel up high, at the top of his scrotum and once it was there they twisted it to keep it in place and to make sure the loop was small and tight. Mark was powerless to stop if from being done, and so he started to struggle, trying to jerk his legs together and test his bonds. He was held tight, and there was nothing he could do as he felt his balls being noosed with the wire in front of a crowd of more than five hundred grinning men and one very interested woman. Oh...OH...WAIT! OH GOD...PLEASE! I SAID I GIVE...YOU WON! YOU WON DAMIT! SHES YOURS! PLEASE HANS, YOU DONT NEED TO WIRE ME----I GIVE I SAY! TAKE DIANE AND LET ME GO! Hans just grinned as he watched the wire being placed around his opponents balls, and once it was done the referees ran the two wires down between his legs. Waiting for them between his knees was the chuck of a drill bit. The large motor of a drill press was mounted into the base of the platform, upside down and under the floor, and while the motor itself wasnt visible the chuck end was. It was the business end of a ½ horsepower motor. As everyone watched, the referees placed the two ends of the steel wire into the open chuck of the drill, and then it was closed down, tight, so that the two pieces of steel wire were locked in place. As the referees tightened the chuck, Hans walked around in front of Mark Lancer, and stared him eye to eye. Then, he looked over his shoulder at his girlfriend, who smiled back at him, and then turning back to Mark Lancer he asked with a sly grin across his face: You still gonna make me beg you to fuck her for me? Mark looked down at the mat defeated, his own words now haunting him. Then, when he looked up Hans said: If you like fucking so much, maybe your ass needs a fucking? Would you like that, to have your ass fucked while everyone watched? Perhaps the audience here would like to see you spreading your hole and begging for a cock like a bitch in heat? Perhaps you need to let Diane hear you grunting as you are being fucked? What do you think Mark? Maybe shed like to see that dick of yours stiff and hard with a cock in your ass? You horny for a fucking? Marks eyes flared in anger, and he raised his voice at the nineteen year old and said NOW YOU LISTEN HERE................... Hans wasnt exactly in the mood to listen to him, and so as Mark started to speak Hans just reached out with his foot and flipped THE switch at the base of the platform. The switch is red, and its located directly at the base of the post that Marks collar was attached to, and it was clearly in view of the man secured in place, waiting like a dog for whatever will be done to him. Its a very simple switch, just an on off switch, but it is extremely significant and while its in full view it cant be reached by the man secured in place. Its the on off switch for the drill press motor, and when Hans flicked it on the motor came to life, spinning at six revolutions per second and wrapping the twin stainless steel wires around and around and around with a vengeance. The action cut off Marks words, and he gasped instead, and sound of the motor shocking him as he took it its meaning. Then he screamed. OHHHHH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark screamed again, staring with wide eyes at the spinning chuck, tightening up the wire that was around his balls. Things were happening fast after that, very fast, and as he looked in horror he could literally see, and feel, the wire getting tighter and tighter and tighter. At the same time it began to cinch close the top of his scrotum. He screamed yet again: OH GODDDDDDD! STOP! OH PLEASE....PLEASE! PLEASE STOP IT FOR GODS SAKE HANS! PLEASEEEEEE!!!!! Hans laughed, but he didnt turn off the switch. Instead, he just let the big motor twist the wire around his opponents balls and watched it happen. For close to two minutes Mark begged like a coward, scared shitless that he was going to be castrated then and there. Hans laughed louder as the wire grew tighter, and he really enjoyed the spectacle, and it was only when he saw the wire begin to pull downward on Marks bag that he reached out with his foot and casually flipped the switch off as if it didnt really make any difference. The motor stopped turning, and the twisting of the wire stopped as well. Still, the wire was twisted upward now, like a line to Mark Lancers balls, and they were pulled downward and the wire was tight. Very tight. The wire had also just started to pinch the skin of Marks balls, and while it wasnt especially painful it certainly had his full attention. And clearly, the point had been made. Hans said I suggest you dont talk back to me in the future. When Im done with you Im going to enjoy watching you grovel at my feet like a dog. Now, beg me, beg like a bitch in heat loud and clear. I know your ass is just itching for a cock, and I want to see you begging for one. You got that? Beg me, beg me to put a cock in your ass so you can be fucked like a dog! Mark Lancer stared at him, his lip quivering, the tight wire noosed around his nuts and everyone staring at him and waiting to see what would happen. He hesitated.....the humiliation of what he was being told to do so great he didnt know if he could do it. Hans walked behind him then, and suddenly he reached out and cupped Marks twenty-two year old balls. Mark arched his head backward, and jerked every muscle as he felt his rival holding his manhood. As he did, he said Everyone wants to hear you beg for a cock. So, unless you want the switch turned on again, Id suggest you beg me right now. Otherwise, your balls here are going to be mine instead. Mark closed his eyes, and then, his voice cracking in fear, he said Ok.... OK..... yeah..... I.... I want...... I want to..... feel a cock. Hans said: Louder...and make it sound sincere. I want you to say my ass is itching, and I need a cock in my hole really bad. NOW SAY IT! Marks face went red, but with holding his balls his choices were limited. Finally, he raised his voice and his words echoed out to the crowd: I..... I ah.... need a cock. My ass is itching for a cock. I need.... I need a cock in my hole really bad. Hans dropped his balls and burst out laughing. Everyone else was laughing too, and Mark Lancers face went bright red with shame. Finally Hans laughing slowly turned into a grin, and then looking at the referees he said Give him what he wants. Put a plug in his ass, and lets see how the bitch likes a dick. The referees opened a small cabinet next to the restraint bench, where the supplies were kept. The cabinet was full of whips and floggers and a few canes, as well as a number of dildos and vibrators. There were lots of toys in the cabinet, and using them was common. They were often brought into play after a man had lost a duel, and they had the advantage of a proven track record and could be useful to humiliate any man. The crowd seemed to always delight when they were used, and nothing will humiliate a man faster than to whip his ass or make him spread his legs and to open his hole. Well, almost nothing. While one referee went through the cabinet looking for the right sized plastic dick, another referee opened a panel in the base of the restraint box, and lifted up a device that was made just for the purpose intended. It was mounted on a hinge, so the entire thing swung into view behind Mark, a machine of sorts that now sat between his ankles and was mounted in such a way that it was positioned at the same height as his rear. On the device there was a motor mounted to a geared flywheel, to which a rod was attached in such a manner than when the motor turned the rod slid back and forth with about six inches of travel with each turn of the motor. The steel rod was mounted on a sliding dolly, which was then slid forward so that it was positioned behind Mark Lancers rectum, poised there, looking almost like a motorized arrow of steel. The end of the rod was threaded to accommodate a chosen appendage. Mark tried to turn and see what was happening, but his head was locked into position and he couldnt turn it around that far. He was forced to stare straight ahead instead, fighting the restraints, and as he struggled Diane stared at him, looking at him in a new way. It wasnt long before the machine was positioned and sat in place. The referee who had been rummaging in the cabinet brought out a plastic penis, molded and flesh colored and realistic in every detail. When Hans saw it, he immediately didnt like it. He turned to the referee, and said NO! Not that one! I want the biggest cock you have reaming his ass, not a pencil dick. He needs his hole stretched wide. Mark stared, his eyes wide open, the realization that he was going to be raped slowly dawning on him. As he watched, the referee put the smaller plastic penis away, and reached instead for a much bigger one. The second one was huge, longer and thicker than any mans, and the big round bulbous head of the circumcised plastic penis had a rim that was clear and defined. It was a big cock, a massive cock, and its artificial veins were visible on the sides. It would have been the pride for any man; a huge cock, hard and thick, and as it was screwed onto the end of the stainless steel rod everyone was watching with eager anticipation. Mark couldnt see behind him, but he saw the big dick before it was screwed onto the metal arm, and his eyes were wide with fear. He sure didnt want that thing in his ass! Nevertheless, soon it was lubed up and mounted onto the end of the rod, which was then pushed forward along a guide track until it was resting right up against the opening to his bowels. When he felt it, he gasped, and you could see the muscles in his anus trying to clamp his hole closed, his eyes wide with fear and his face red with shame. As he felt it there, he started to beg. Hans....PLEASE MAN. Dont! Dont do this to me. Hans laughed, and said Why not? You lost the duel, and you deserve a dick in your ass. You would have done it to me, and you know it. Then, he nodded for the referee to continue. They pushed the plastic dick right up to the ring of muscle surrounding his hole, and then they pushed it harder, until the big round head of the thing pushed open the muscles of his ass and after that it slid into Mark Lancer like a steel arrow, the plastic end stiff and eager. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Mark yelled, tossing his head back as he felt his ass violated for the first time in his life. The thick rubber cock speared him, and he stared straight ahead then, right into the girls eyes that were staring back at him, his hole feeling like it was being split wide open. He couldnt believe it, and yet it was happening and he was powerless to prevent it. His rectum was literally stuffed with a plastic cock! He just wanted to die, and he felt so humiliated he didnt know how he cold ever live this down. Thats when Hans said: OK stud, lets get it started. Raise your hips up and ride that cock like you need it. NOW I SAID! RIDE THAT COCK AND LET ME HEAR HOW GOOD IT FEELS! IF YOU DONT START RIDING THAT POLE, I SWEAR TO GOD ILL NUT YOU! Oh shit! Tears flooded out of Marks eyes, but he knew it was pointless to fight it anymore. So, he did what he had to do, and pushed his rear backwards, so that his hole slid down the big cock shaft and then back up again. He slowly bucked his hips, forcing the big plastic cock in and out of his own bowels, and the pain and the embarrassment were so great he thought he would die. It didnt help any that it hurt like hell. The crowd loved it though, and even Diane was grinning, staring with disbelief at what she was seeing. He grunted as he pushed himself onto the plastic, again and again, trying to squeeze his eyes shut and block out the laughter as he fucked the rod and felt it fucking him. Hans laughed, and then said Thats it stud, fuck that cock! The crowd roared with laughter, and there was a thunderous applause. This went on for several minutes. Mark was moving his ass slowly, the pain of the cock forcing him to be as gentle as possible as he worked his ass up and down over the big piece of plastic. Even so his cock started to thicken, the stimulation of the plastic prick in his ass too much for his dick to ignore. While everyone watched, Marks cock thickened and lengthened, although it didnt stiffen into a full boner. Hans seemed disappointed with that, and after a minute more he turned to the referees, and said The bitch obviously likes it. But we need to speed things up a big. Turn the motor on.....I want to hear him grunting as he takes it in his ass. One of the referees nodded, his face grinning as his own dick tented out his pants, his hidden cock rock hard with an obvious erection. He reached down and turned a switch, and the motor kicked on and the rod started going in and out on its own then, the big motor driving the plastic dick deep inside of Marks rectum. It was fast, and without any mercy at all it started going in and out, in and out, and as it did Mark Lancer tossed his head back in disbelief, as the big plastic dick rammed into the depths of his bowels without any mercy or letup. He could feel it penetrating him, fucking him, and the big dick stimulated his prostate with every single stroke. In front of 500 grinning people Mark Lancer threw his head back and screamed, his ass being fucked with a vengeance way beyond anything he ever thought he could take. Even so, the deep thrusting caused his dick to go rock hard, his cock rising upward towards his belly even as he felt his ass being fucked like a whore. To the delight of the crowd Mark started to grunt, as the plastic cock bottomed out in his rectum, repeatedly ramming the fat bulbous end into his prostate stroke after stroke after stroke. The microphones picked up his grunting, and as the crowd watched his cock stiffen and listened to him grunt it out as he was being penetrated, they grinned in disbelief. He didnt want to grunt, but he couldnt help it, and the way the rubber cock was reaming out his hole he grunted with every single stroke. It almost sounded like he wanted it, liked it even, and without any question his cock was hard, rock hard, and after a few minutes a bead of white semen appeared on the very end of his pole, literally forced out from his balls as his ass swallowed the cock that was ramming in and out and in and out. The motor was relentless, and Mark stared straight ahead with wide open eyes as the machine fucked his ass. There was no hope, and there was nothing he could do to stop what was being done to him. For the moment, there was nothing in his life at all in fact but that dick and his hole and that dick and his hole. The feelings overwhelmed him. As he felt that plastic dildo raping his ass, he stared at the crowd that stared back at him, his entire being exposed and violated like a cheap whore. His face was bright red with shame, and he just wanted to die. The crowd watching on the other hand seemed to be enjoying every second of his misery, and most of the men watching were grinning. One of the younger ones in attendance, a boy around eighteen or nineteen , was sitting a few feet away, and his pants were clearly tented as he took in the view and his hard cock revealed his excitement. He looked like a kid, and his baseball cap he wore backwards seemed to emphasize his youth, but from the outline in his pants his cock was man-sized and fully erect. Marks own cock was rock hard too, but for a different reason, and with the plastic fucking his ass like a jackhammer there was nothing he could about it. The skin of his cock was fully retracted, and the end was flared and purple. After several more minutes Marks cock began to drool a line of semen out the tip of his dick, like a drool of snot, the line of his man cream literally being forced out of his nuts in front of everyone. His cock pulsated, throbbing really, on the verge of ejaculating but not quite there. His dick seemed to bounce to his heartbeat as his ass was being pummeled. Hans took it all in, grinning, laughing at his opponents stiff dick and enjoying every stroke of the machine and every thrust of the plastic cock that continued to violate Mark Lancer stroke after stroke after stroke. It was too much. Mark Lancer started to cry, like a young boy, the snot pouring out of his nose and his eyes flooding with tears. He stated to beg too, like a little boy begs his father when the strap is falling on his ass, and as everyone watched and listened he just bawled. He apologized for making the challenge, and reiterated that Hans had won and the girl was his. He begged, and he groveled, his face bright red with shame. He was a beaten man, broken in a way, and yet there was nothing he could do but to just live the shame. He turned his head as far as he could, and then he looked to Hans, his eyes wide and begging. PLEASE HANS......PLEASE. I GIVE MAN....I GIVE! YOU WON---YOU ARE THE MAN! A few drops of semen were dripping like raindrops out his pole as he was talking, the stimulation in his anus just too much to keep it in. Hans saw that, and thats when he said Youre leaking Mark.....leaking sperm. Why dont you really show everyone how much you enjoy having your ass fucked? Then, with a big grin, he turned to the referees and said Milk the bitch. Mark gasped, but before he could say anything or protest the latest indignity, one of the referees reached underneath him, grabbing his thick erection in his fist and as everyone watched he began to pump his dripping rod. THERE WAS NOTHING MARK COULD DO! The referees fist felt oh-so-good, and with the pounding his ass was taking his prostate was so stimulated he was powerless to prevent what followed. In less than a minute his cock began to spasm, and then in front of everyone he ejaculated. His wad shot out with a vengeance, squirting ropes of white jism between his legs, his cock spurting out his seed in one line after the other. It was a hell of a wad, and he grunted it out, in spurt after spurt after spurt while the crowd roared. Diane watched his squirting, and her eyes were wide with disbelief. He sure seemed to have a lot of cream! Was it the dick in his ass that made him cum so hard, or the mans fist that was wrapped around his cock? She stared and watched every rope of cum as it was shooting out of his dick, wasted directly in front of his girlfriend in lines of goo. As he ejaculated Mark looked up at her, and his face went red with the shame of what he was doing. When he was finished, he fell into his restraints, ashamed and defeated and the laughing stalk of the entire room. His ass had not only been fucked, but he had been milked dry, and he was beaten. Hans sensed it, and after that he was done with Mark Lancer. He turned off the machine that was raping him, and allowed the big plastic cock to be withdrawn from his hole. As it came out it made a slurping sound, and Mark grunted one more time as it popped free. He was gasping then, sucking in air in big lungfuls, spent and broken and totally ashamed. Mark Lancer was whimpering too, laying there unmoving, his legs spread and his face as red as if it had been painted. His rectum was numb, and the edges of his hole were red and enflamed, looking in some ways like a whores vagina that has had more than it can take. He had been totally humiliated by the nineteen year old, and now, it was over and he was beaten and totally ashamed. His honor was gone. Hans looked at the clock, and the half hour allocated for a humiliation period was almost up. That was OK with him, as he had avenged his honor and he had made his point. There was no need to humiliate his opponent any further, and in front of everyone it was crystal clear that he had won, and the girl was once again his. He just had one more thing to do. In a final look of contempt, he turned to his opponent and said: So Mark, in front of everyone here, tell me one more time that Diane is mine, and you have no interest in her at all. Mark nodded, and said Shes yours Hans....all yours. You won the duel, and she is all yours. Hans grinned, and started to turn to walk away, but then he paused and instead went to his girl. Perhaps he wanted Mark to see him with her, to prove his point once and for all. Whatever the reason, as he approached her with a big grin on his face, he leaned down to give her a kiss. But, girls have a mind of their own, and what followed changed everything. As Hans turned to Diane, the girl he loved, and leaned over to kiss her she pulled back. Hans paused, confused, and there was an awkward moment then, the boy staring at his girl, at her big tits and beautiful body and her thick luscious lips. Slowly, carefully, he whispered I love you Diane. I love you. I beat him, and hes done with you. Why cant I kiss you now? A long pause followed, and then, slowly, carefully, Diane Whicker said: Well, I ..... I cant say Hans.....but, but I....I dont want you to. I...I just cant Hans, not right now at least. Listen, I....love you...a lot. I really do, but its not like it was. You see, I.....I love him too, and I still want him, in spite of what you did to him. Yeah, I know you beat him. But I still love him Hans, and I still want to marry him and I want him to father my children. Please dont be mad Hans, but its just the way it is. Im sorry. Then, she turned to Mark and practically shouted I LOVE YOU MARK! Mark stared, with wide open eyes, listening to the words of the girl that loved him, words that he could hardly believe and words he never expected. He stared at her in disbelief, listening to her words and taking in their meaning and all the implications that came with them. Then, he turned to Hans, and when he saw the look there he was suddenly very afraid. And, he had good reason to be. There was a spattering of laughter in the crowd, and Hans stared up then into the audience, and the anger inside of him began to boil. Everyone had heard her scorn him! He looked back to his girlfriend, in total shock and uncertain what to say, or do. Then, his eyes slowly squinted. He looked right at her then, into her eyes, and then he seemed to make a decision. With a voice edged with anger, he said right to her face, YOU LOVE HIM DO YOU? WELL, THAT NEEDS TO CHANGE. THAT NEEDS TO CHANGE RIGHT NOW! Hans spun around then, facing Mark, and without another word he reached down and flipped THE switch, turning it on, and then he just slowly walked back behind Mark Lancer as if nothing had happened, reaching down between his legs and cupping his balls. Mark screamed, and bucked his hips, feeling Hans holding his nuts while the drill motor began to turn the wire noose once again. It was still bound around his nuts, and once again the wire was going around and around and suddenly things were very serious. He struggled with every muscle in his body, but there was nothing he could do as he felt the wire gripping his nuts tighter and tighter and tighter. He screamed! OH GOD NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! He was going to be castrated! Hell, he was being CASTRATED! Everyone was watching, watching the loop growing ever smaller, the big drill motor spinning the wire now and pulling down on his scrotum, pinching it off as he screamed and begged to remain a man. He looked up to the clock, to the time remaining, searching for hope that it might save him. There was exactly ninety seconds left. Ninety-seconds! He looked down at the wire, and the speed of the drill, and he felt the steel doing its thing and he knew his balls would never make it. He panicked then, and began to thrash out and jerk with every single muscle, shaking the entire restraint stand in the process. He had to get loose! He had too! Diane was screaming too at that point, the essence of her boyfriend suddenly on the verge of being taken. She wanted him whole! Without his balls he wouldnt be a man, wouldnt hold her interest, and wouldnt be capable of bringing her children. Without his balls, he would be a nothing. She screamed out to Hans, begging him, begging him with everything she had not to take Marks balls. Hans just stood there though, watching, ignoring all of the pleas and not listening to anything that was being said. Instead, he just held Marks balls, feeling the hairs on his bag and holding the definition of his manhood even as the wire was beginning their destruction. Marks balls defined him, fueled his body, and gave him his desire and his strength and grew the mustache that adorned his upper lip. This couldnt be happening, but it was! Hans was staring at the scrotum he was holding, watching the wire loop disappearing into the top of Marks all important bag, literally pinching it off and unmanning him in the process. As Hans was holding it and watching it happen, he was grinning. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Mark screamed. PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! he yelled. DONT CASTRATE ME! he begged. OH....OH GOD....OH GOD THAT HURTS! OH....OHHHHHHHHHH.... YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW he screamed again, bucking his hips as Hans continued to fondle his balls. Mark could feel the wire now, and it was getting tighter as the steel noose grew smaller and smaller and smaller. The drill motor turned relentlessly, and soon the loop of wire was deep into his nuts, and it was literally being pulled right through Marks scrotum, and as it was doing so the feeling overwhelmed him. He jerked and tossed and fought as hard as any man can fight, and yet he was powerless to do anything to stop what was being done to him. He could feel the wire castrating him, feel Hans holding his balls as if he owned them, giving them a firm squeeze as the wire drew tighter and tighter. Marks eyes were wide open, and he started to scream continuously as the wire disappeared into his scrotum and began to literally pinch off his bag. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE! OH...OHHHHHHHHH. OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he screamed, and then his entire body shuddered and for one last and final time his cock jerked and began to pump out what remained of his jism. As that happened, it was done. One minute Mark could feel his nuts in Hans fist, feel Hans holding them and fondling them and toying with them, as his cock spurted out his final wad of sperm. Then the pain just overwhelmed him, just for a second, and then it lessened, and after that he couldnt feel his balls anymore. Of course, at that point they were no longer between his legs and he didnt own them anymore, and his entire body shook in disbelief from what had been done. As it happened the boy with the baseball cap moaned, and then his own dick squirted out his seed, and a dark ring stained his jeans as it spread out and became visible. Mark saw him watching, saw the semen stain as it formed, the teenager literally grinning as he watched the spectacle of seeing another man deballed. It wasnt fair! Mark screamed, and he went wild then, bucking his hips and thrusting his ball less cock in a useless gesture, fucking the air like some perverted boy desperate to find his first pussy. The boy in the cap laughed, and Hans laughed too, as he held Marks balls and watched the college boys hips going up and down. He opened his fist and stared at the severed balls in his hand, and it occurred to him they werent really Marks anymore, but were his instead. Postscript: Things happen in many ways and for many reasons, and a womans love is a funny thing and changes over time. A man without balls isnt a man at all, and his cock shrivels and atrophies. Soon, its just a noodle hanging useless, a tool to take a piss with and not much more. And so it was for Mark Lancer. After the duel his dick shriveled to nothing, and whatever interest women once held for him disappeared forever. He moved away, in shame, to begin a new life in a new location. As for Hans and Diane, eleven months later Mrs. Diane Pacer gave birth to a beautiful eight-pound red-headed boy, who was the spitting image of his father and the pride of his new parents. The couple was happy and contented, and their son filled their life. And of course, they named him Mark. [Authors note: © Copyright March, 2006. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. I would appreciate any comments, either posted to the message board or sent to me directly. Thanks! [email protected]] |