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THE FIGHT CLUB - PART II Banding the Losers: I really don't know what I can tell you that you don't already know, but I too would like to welcome you to the club. I've worked for the corporation for more than fifteen years, so I guess I've been around long enough to at least understand the operation. I normally work in the training department, but on match days it's my job to handle the banding pliers, or elastrator as its more properly called, and it's an interesting job if it is nothing else. As soon as the winner pins his opponent, Mikel Kaster and I go straight to work. He's from Russia, and he and I have been working together for several years, and as a team we have the entire process down. One thing we have learned is that there is a very short period, immediately after the loser has been pinned, when the shock of the loss and the disbelief of what has happened combine together to make him drop his guard. We take advantage of that, and don't wait--the loser is at his weakest point just as he's pinned, and if we work fast we can usually get him into the restraints before he starts fighting us too hard. We've done it long enough that we have a system worked out, and by doing it the same way every time we have been very successful. Once the ref has called the match, I jump into the ring and grab the loser by his right wrist. Mikel grabs his left, and then together, as fast as we can, we just drag him over to the restraint blocks that are waiting beside the ring. Normally, the fighter is pretty wiped, and while he knows he's lost and he knows what happens to the losers, I've found that for a few seconds at least he is in enough of a shock that when we grab him he just sorta goes with it. If he's on his back, which he usually is, then we flip him face down as we grab his wrists. Then without any hesitation we drag him across the matt and right up and onto the big beam, so that his neck falls in the half moon of the cutout, and I set the right wrist in place and Mikel does the same with the left. The big beam that goes on top is held up by a lockin pin on each side, which we pull out with a quick jerk as soon as his neck and wrists are in their cutouts. That allows the top beam to fall right down, on two rails that guide it, trapping his neck and wrists in the stocks. The entire process, start to finish, takes less than fifteen seconds if we do it right. We lock the two halves of the stocks together at that point, and after that he's pretty much helpless. The big cross beam that holds his head and wrist is only about three feet off the floor, and it is set directly in front of the seated audience to give them a close view of his face. It literally forces the man who will be gelded to look directly at the members that are watching it be done to him, so all of our members get a great view of the proceedings. Its one of the real benefits of being a member, and by keeping the defeated loser close to our members they get to see everything. In fact, he's so close to the stands that they can smell his sweat. For the loser, they start figuring out what is happening just about the time we have him half-restrained, and after that it doesnt make much difference what he does. The feet are easy, even if he's fighting us by then, once his wrists and neck have been secured. Generally speaking, by this time he usually has started to struggle some. He realizes of course that we are getting him ready to be castrated, and the crowd has started to roar again as they realize what's coming. No male wants to lose his balls, even a fighting slave that has lost his match. The very idea it's about to happen will get the fear factor going in the loser every time, and he will usually get a renewed blast of vigor as his adrenaline starts going and his survival reflex kicks in. Of course, even as they realize what's happening and they start fighting it is already too late for them. That's why it is so imperative to take advantage of those few seconds after a loser is pinned before they react to their loss and try to prevent what follows. If we do our job right, by the time it occurs to them to try and get free we already have them half-secured. For the feet, Mikel and I each carry a three foot piece of nylon rope, and the ends are looped into a slip knot. It's quite easy to drop the loop around his right ankle, and as soon as Mikel's caught his left we just jerk out on the ropes, stretching his legs out to the side. The ropes give us some leverage, and even if he tries to kick us at that point the ropes give us the control we need so it is not a problem. There is a bent peg on the floor we can use to lever the rope around if he's a strong fighter, and this acts like a pulley of sorts that allows us to overcome even the strongest fighter's powerful thigh muscles. We pull just enough to get his legs stretched nice and wide. When he's standing just on his tiptoes the stretch is about right. We pull his legs forward then so that his knees are resting against the rear restraint spar, which is set right at knee level and about even with the beam his neck and wrists are secured into. Holding him that way with the rope, we bring the other half of the wooden cross piece around behind his legs and lock it into place, trapping his two legs just above the knees and holding him firmly in position. His knees are straight at that point, without any bend, and that forces his bottom upward, high in the air. He can't move much after that, although to make sure, we set a square box beam under his hips, which can be jacked upward with two levers. We adjust the beam so it pushes his bottom up and outward where we need it to be, forcing his rear into the air and insuring his rectum will stay at the proper height throughout his fucking. When he's in the perfect position his hole should be pulled slightly open, and his legs are spread far enough to insure his nuts are hanging freely and are easily reachable. The last thing I do is to pick up the lube gun, which is just a regular auto grease gun loaded with KY jelly. I just push the probe end deep into his anus and give it about ten pumps of the handle. That usually gets a grunt or two out of him, and I've found that all of the losers really hate it when I fill their hole with the lube. I guess they know its the precursor to a hard cock, and that thought scares them to the core. I don't care. When I'm getting a losing fighter ready for the winner, the important thing is to make sure the hole is slick so the winner will enjoy himself. I make sure I fill him up, and I just pump the handle until some of the clear goop squirts out his rectum. When that happens I know he's ready for his fucking. The only thing left at that point is to roll the big mirror into place behind his ass, so the members will be able to see his balls as they are taken. That way they can see everything, the expression on his face, the sweat on his body, and his balls as they are cut with the knife. Once the mirror is in place, it's time to get the bands over his scrotum, and that is fairly straightforward and I've never had any trouble doing it. Mikel loads the bander initially with one of the red constriction bands. It's just a tiny donut of thick rubber, made for castrating bull cattle, and it does the job and does it well. When it's in place sitting on the top of the guy's scrotum it is definitely deadly, and even if there wasn't a knife the little band would flat kill a set of balls in just a few hours. Anyway, while Mikel's getting it loaded I unlock the padlock on the loser's chastity device and pull off the polycarbonate cage from his entrapped prick. The plastic ring that's behind his nuts comes off next, and when I pop it off he usually grunts, as its a tight fit and its been in place for a long time. By then Mikel has the first rubber ring over the four prongs of the device, and so he presses the handle and the prongs separate, stretching the constriction band wide into a circle of rubber that's large enough that it can be fitted over his hanging scrotum. The pliers have a catch that locks them open, holding the ring stretched out and making it easy to manipulate the pliers. I make sure the loser's balls are down in the bottom of his sac, and I'll grab his sac and pull them down if it's necessary. They usually drop pretty low on their own though as soon as I've got the chastity device off, as the young fighter is normally hot as hell and dripping with sweat from his recent bout. Consequently, his nuts drop straight down and are usually hanging halfway to his knees in some primal attempt to cool themselves. At that point it's a simple matter to just take the pliers with the stretched out ring and slip the loop over his balls. I then slide it upward until it is about an inch below his body. You don't want it too close to the body, as there needs to be some slack skin there when the band is released and it starts strangling the loser's nutsack. I like the next part of the job the best. Using my free hand, I just push on the release lever, which hyper-extends the prongs and allows the rubber constriction ring to pop off the prongs with a snapping sound. In less than an instant it's done. The banded male will usually go crazy then, and its fun to watch his eyes go wide and his hips slam forward when he feels that ring noosing off the top of his scrotum. The members always laugh then, and it is exciting to watch and I enjoy the feeling of power I get from it. I've heard a lot of comments from the just-banded male at that point, and you just never know what they are going to say. I think "OH FUCKKKKK" is the most common thing they say, but I've heard a lot of other words and they usually do say something. I've been told that it feels like someone has kicked them hard in the nuts, and that's probably true because they sure do squirm and normally they will jerk pretty hard against their restraints once I have snapped that ring of rubber over their sac. Most of them will buck their hips too, in a wild, humping motion, that almost makes it look like they are fucking the air. After I've put on the red band Mikel reloads the bander with a second ring of rubber. We use a green ring for the second band, so that the two bands can be seen easily. I slip it over his hanging scrotum and set it right underneath the first band, so that it is about a finger's width from the band that has already been applied. When I pop off the second band they react to it all over again, almost like they've received another kick in the balls. They usually yell or beg at this point, although you just never know for sure. Sometimes they get real still at that point, or quiet down and just breathe heavily, in and out, their eyes and mouth open as they feel the ache in their nuts growing more intense with each passing second. But sometimes they say something that's pretty funny, and so I just never know and it's always different. I especially remember this one young fighter, whose nuts were especially big. He jerked his head back and slammed it into the beam when I snapped the second ring around his balls. The kid was so desperate, and his eyes were wide open with the feeling. What makes me remember him though was what he said. When that second ring went snap, he yelled out "OH WOW!" as soon as he felt it noosing his nuts. I laughed at that, along with the members watching. He started struggling then, jerking hard in the restraints and trying desperately to close his legs together. It was pretty obvious that he was totally surprised at the pain those little rings of rubber were causing him. Once I've banded them, the defeated fighter is pretty much ready for the knife at that point, and so we just get out of the way then and wait for the appropriate time. After the Band After we have banded the loser, I keep the knife handy until it needs to be used. It usually takes the winner between five and ten minutes to fuck the loser's ass, and during that time there isn't much for us to do but watch the action. I do enjoy it, and its fun to see the power of the winner and the intensity of their fucking. As soon as their cocks are out of their chastity device they are fully rigid, and their boners are usually so pronounced that every vein in their cock is pulsating. Of course, for them it has been a very long time since they were free, and their cocks get stiff and eager as soon as they realize they can. None of them have ever fucked a man in the ass before, and yet when they stare at the hole there usually is no hesitation to do it. Part of it of course is their training, but more than that there seems to be a primal need perhaps to prove their manhood. For them, everything was at stake during the match, and now, as a winner, you can almost sense the desire to dominate their opponent, to show him who the real man is and to prove their masculinity over the other. With the well-lubed ass, the winner's cock usually slides right in, even in the smallest and tightest holes, and normally I see them push straight in until they are all the way in to their balls. That usually elicits a grunt from the loser, and his eyes will go wide and his mouth will often open in disbelief. The crowd usually laughs when the loser is penetrated, and the vast majority of the time the loser's face will go beet red with the humiliation of being mounted like a woman. After that the fucking is pretty intense, and the winner usually fucks fast and deep, slamming his cock in and out of the loser's hole like a jackhammer. Normally, the loser will stare with his eyes wide open, grunting with each thrust as he feels the winner's cock slamming into his prostate. Once the fucking starts, I get the knife out and ready, because it usually isn't very long before the sperm starts flying. It's just been way too long for both of them, and the winner knows that once he's gelded his opponent then he's off to the real fun, and so there is no desire on the part of the winner to delay things. Consequently, they fuck fast, and it isn't long before they throw their heads back. Usually at that point they say something like "I'm cumming!" Some whisper it, but most yell it out, and then, even as they continue stroking and pushing with their hips their white jism just starts squirting out around their cocks. Most of the members do not expect that, unless they have seen it in other matches. But it usually does bubble out, even though you would not think that would happen. The reason of course is that the winners have been in their chastity devices for so long that they just have too much semen stored up so when they do start to shoot normally the loser's ass can't contain it all, especially since I pumped it full of lube just before their fucking began. When the winner begins to jet his load into the loser's hole it is quite obvious, and they are squirting so much cream that it goes on for quite a while. I love to look at their cocks at that point, sliding in and out of the loser's ass, while the load bubbles out around the ejaculating cock. The winner typically ejaculates for almost a minute, just dumping out his cream and jetting it under pressure deep into the loser's rectum. As it squirts into the prostate of the loser, most of the time he too will ejaculate, and when that happens the crowd always responds. There is nothing more humiliating than when a man is dominated by another male to the point that he loses his seed, especially in the Middle East where the matches take place. So, expectedly, if the loser starts to ejaculate there are a lot of comments from the crowd watching, and some booing as well. The members usually lose any respect they had for the loser at that point, and once he's squirted out his jism onto the floor in front of them they get anxious to see him nutted. If the loser starts to squirt most in the crowd watch his dick, and his load of cream as it squirts out in lines on the floor. But I've found it's more exciting to watch the face of the winner, as you can tell by his expression that the loser's ass is literally stroking his dick. As the loser ejaculates, the rhythmic contractions within his hole are deep and fast, and as they happen they massage the winner's dick which is in the process of shooting its own load. This of course pushes the ecstasy associated with the winner's orgasm to greater heights than would otherwise be possible. Consequently, for most of the winners, if the loser shoots a load then they enjoy what is almost certainly the best orgasm of their life, and their expressions seem to reflect that. Usually, before they pull out, they are feeling pretty damn good, and more often than not they have a big grin on their face as they dominate their opponent and fill his ass with their seed. Using the Knife: As soon as the winner has shot his load and pulled his cock out of the loser's ass, it is time to turn his opponent into a eunuch. Just before that happens Mikel takes a closeup photograph of the loser's ass, making sure to get a good picture of his hole and the sperm load that is always dripping out of it. Then, we hand the knife to the winner. The castration of the loser officially will end the bout, and of course by this time the crowed is always anxious for it to be done. The knife is special, with a pink handle made of maple wood and inlaid with the shell of a Conch, and which has a large cameo carved into it in the shape of a man's scrotum. The wrinkly skin of a scrotum is simulated with black lines that have been etched into it, and in the middle of the scrotum image, near the bottom of the sac, are two rubies that represent the man's "jewels." It's really a beautiful knife, and when I'm holding it just before it is used I enjoy the feeling of it in my hand. The blade is made of the finest steel, and it has been honed to razor sharpness. The entire knife is obviously designed for the single purpose of unmanning a male, and it's certainly changed a lot of lives since it was made. The blade itself is shaped with a sharp curve to it at the end, which bends over into a wide hook so that the cutting edge is inside of the bend. The part of the blade next to the handle is fatter, and straight, and there is a slight scalloping of the metal there. It is not a true serration, as you would find on a steak knife, but the scalloping can serve the same purpose and it gives the knife a serious, evil look to it. The knife can be used in two very distinct and different ways. If the winner wants to castrate his opponent quickly, then all he has to do is just hook the end of the knife over the neck of the loser's scrotum, setting it between the two bands. Once it is in place, as soon as he gives the knife a quick, hard pull, it will slice between the bands in less than a second. It's the easiest and fastest way to castrate his opponent, and without any question at all it is also the most merciful way to do it. It always seems so amazing to me to see a man gelded that way however, because one second they are a man, with a big bag of balls and a cock dripping with semen, and the very next instant they are nothing, and there is only a nub of flesh where their balls were hanging. The look on the face of the loser when he's nutted that way is usually one more of surprise than of pain, and the sharp stab they feel is very short lived. Further, since the rubber donuts make the loser feel like he's being kicked in the balls, the pain associated with the elastic constriction bands will disappear as soon as his nuts are taken, so in one way at least the quick slice is a relief for the man being nutted. Now, while the feeling that follows after castration is anything but pleasurable, it is reputably more of a deep ache in the groin than it is anything else. So, when the quick slice is made its over fast, although the shame of being nutted in front of a crowd can destroy a man's soul, and the feeling afterwards has got to be worse than anything imaginable. More than half the time however the winner chooses to use the other end of the knife, the part near the handle. I don't know why that is, but more often than not the winner will slice the loser's balls off with the thicker part of the blade. When it is done that way the blade slowly cuts it's way through the tissue and cords that fill the space between the two constriction bands. The flesh is pulled together there, and it isn't very significant, or at least it doesnt seem to be. But for the loser, it is all that connects him to being a man, and as the winner saws the knife through it the loser will fight and jerk as if there is no tomorrow coming. Many a loser has struggled and screamed, often sounding like a crazed maniac as they experience being castrated. With all hope gone, their desperation is so intense that many a man just throws his head back in panic and screams and screams and screams right in front of the members watching. If the male is young, his voice will often crack, and the scream then reminds me of a woman more than it reminds me of a man. It's a primal scream, a babble really, a desperate cry as their manhood is stolen and their opponent acts out the ultimate in domination of one male over another. When the cut is made that way the castrated male will jerk the entire time within his restraints, and his thigh muscles will tense and twitch as he desperately fights to pull his legs together and to protect his balls as they are being severed. The longer the winner takes cutting off his nuts the longer the loser will struggle. The sweat just rolls off their backs, and usually it runs right down like a river, even to the point that it slickens the crack of their ass. Most males are drenched in sweat by the time their nuts have been separated from their bodies. As they jerk and thrust the entire stocks that restrain them will bounce, and some males will slam their heads backwards into the wooden beam in their desperation. You can even smell it if the cut takes long enough, and the body odor from their armpits is intense and permeating. The loser will often grunt just as his balls come off, and about a third of the time his cock will squirt out another short shot of jism, almost as if its some primal instinct to try and fertilize something, anything, even it its only the floor between his legs. Occasionally, the loser will shit himself, and about a third of the time they will empty their bladder as they are being nutted. You can just never tell, and it seems the slower the castration is done, the more of a hell it is for the loser. Some of the winners seem to relish that power, and I've watched more than once as the winner fondles and squeezes the scrotum of the man he is gelding. Some in the crowd enjoy it, while others only want it to end. For me personally, I enjoy a castration no matter how it's done, and while every one is different I think the differences are what make it all so fascinating. Mikel takes a series of photos during each castration, trying to capture the look when the dominated fighter is losing his scrotum. He has the angle down, and usually can capture not only the expression of the loser being nutted, but also the look on the winner as he works the knife and concentrates on the task of what he is doing. I always like those pictures, and we have one for every match and I find each one extremely fascinating. It is like the photograph captures that defining moment, when the winner completes the ultimate defeat over the loser, taking his stones and robbing him of the very essence of what defines a male and makes him a man. Of course, all of these pictures are on display in the museum, and it is one of the things you cannot afford to miss when you make your visit. Regardless of which method is used, normally when his balls come off the loser's entire body will shudder, and more often than not at that point he will just totally collapse, the reason to fight disappearing with the loss of his manhood. Some males will lie still at that point, and just whimper, and many of the younger ones will cry, the tears flooding down their face like a ten year old. Mikel takes one final picture at that point of their castrated ass, making sure to focus on the spot of flesh where their balls used to hang. As soon as the photo is taken I take the balls and will keep them safe, as I need to prepare the display for the museum and the stolen bag of testicles is of course integral to the exhibit. Just Another Stolen Scrotum: I have to tell you that the first time I held a man's severed sack I couldn't get over it. Even now it is not something you ever fully get used to. They are warm for one thing, and seem to be alive when you first hold them. To me, it seems strange to hold them like a piece of meat and feel them pulsating in your hand, quivering as if they were trying to find their host and to reattach themselves to the male that owned them. The scrotums are always stuffed with the man's balls, and the little green ring of rubber from the elastrator holds the top of their sac closed like a purse. You can still feel the twin orbs within the sac, and it's amazing how they are all so similar and yet all so different at the same time. The younger scrotums seem softer, and the balls within them are still growing. If they come from an especially young teenage fighter, they are smaller too, and sometimes they have yet to even grow their hair. No matter the size however, there are always two balls within the purse, like two eggs, each once capable of producing thousands of sperm. When I hold them I realize that the young man that owned them is now a nothing, and even though he has kept his dick he can't do anything with it. No, without balls a cock is really nothing but a worthless hose. His prick will never fuck a pussy, never feel the warmth of a hot cunt or the gripping sides of a woman's hole. He will never father a child, or feel his hot load of cream jetting out of his stiff pole. As I hold his balls I literally hold his purpose on this earth, and now, as a eunuch, he will spend his life with his legs spread serving other males who still have their balls and need a hole to fuck. He's a defeated male, a loser, and as far as the Fight Club goes, he's a nothing. He's an "it." A 'No-Knife' Castration On occasion, I have the opportunity to be the individual who actually castrates one of the slaves, and I don't need a knife to do it. It doesnt happen that often, but in the Fight Club it does happen, and I have to say I do get some enjoyment out of being granted that much power. All of the fighters know me, and what I do, and most of them have at least witnessed another male being banded. Because of that, most of them certainly fear me at least to some degree. Besides the banding I do after the matches, I also am sometimes called to band a fighter who attempts to defeat his chastity device. Tampering with a chastity device is strictly forbidden, and all of the males know that and they have all been told the consequences of doing so. The chastity devices they wear are the key to making their minds receptive to training, so any males that work to defeat such a device typically aren't good candidates to continue in training. An untrained fighter can't be used in the Fight Club, and a fighter that refuses to work with the instructors is dangerous to keep around. Consequently, when one of the fighters defeats his device and pleasures himself without permission, then the usual punishment is a standard ball whipping followed by castration. That sends a message to the other fighters that is clear and unmistakable, and in turn his punishment will help teach the others to stay in line. Knowing the consequences, you wouldn't think any of them would dare to try and defeat their chastity cage, but it does happen, at least a few times a year. I suppose it is the young age of the slaves and the intensity of their sexual need that makes some of them so desperate and so sexually frustrated that they will attack the cage that holds their manhood even with the risk that doing so entails. When they do, and get caught at it, then I am called. The last one I did was eighteen, and he had been in training only about four months. His name was Peter K (we don't use slave's last names). He was cute as hell, although I'm not sure he would have made much of a fighter. He had that baby face look, and he hadn't really started to grow a beard yet. His face had some fuzz on it though, with a wisp of hair over his upper lip. Other than that he was totally smooth. He did have a patch of blond hair above his pole, although they had trimmed it some to accommodate his chastity device and it was pretty small. With the trimmed pubes he looked a lot younger than he was. Anyway, Peter was really bothered by having to wear the CB3000. He hated it, like they all do, and he would hit on it or scratch on the plastic to try and stimulate his cock within. Sometimes he would hold the cage and just try and push and pull on it, but as soon as his cock would start to enlarge the end would jam into the sharp point in the plastic and that would end his try at self-stimulation by sending him a sharp little stab of pain. He was warned several times to leave himself alone, and some of the other fighters who had been here a while advised him to just try and forget he even had genitals. Still, he got so horny and he was so stubborn that he finally carved a special thin little stick out of a plastic spoon that just fit through one of the slits at the end of his cock cage. Then, one night after the slaves were all in bed, he used it to literally push his encased cock backwards down the tube that held it, and somehow, by grabbing the skin of his dick at the top of the device and pushing with the stick at the same time, he managed to work his soft prick out of the cage and off to the side through the tiny gap there. As soon as he was free of it he masturbated himself, probably desperately, and from what we can tell it was several times at least. There is little doubt that he shot several wads one after the other, because he used his boxer shorts to contain his wads, and from the mess in his pants he must have jerked his cock half the night. His drawers were literally soaked with semen. Apparently he had planned to discard them, but the trash bins are locked at night and when he discovered that all he could do was shove them under his bed. His bigger problem was that he wasnt able to get his prick back IN the polycarbonate chastity cage, and that wasn't something he had considered when he pulled and pushed on it to get it OUT. Even spent, it was semi-hard and the more he tried to pull on it and work to get the tip back into the cage the more difficult it became. His cock would start to grow and then he'd have to shift his thoughts and stop touching it until is went back down. Then, he would try again. He was still in the bathroom trying desperately to do anything he could to get it back and trapped in its cage when he was finally caught in the morning. About five minutes before the regular "wakeup" he was in a panic, and that's about the time he pulled so hard on the chastity device that he broke off one of the locking pins that held the cage to the locking ring that rested behind his balls. Once he did that he was screwed, and even he knew at that point it was hopeless. When the "wakeup" bell sounded the first clue we had that indicated there was a problem was when the boy refused to come out of the bathroom for the inspection period. Finally, the instructors unlocked the door and literally jerked him out of the stall, where they caught him red handed, with his bobbing cock free of its cage. He tried to make up a story that he had tripped and broken his device and his cock had just popped out on its own. While he was telling the lie his shorts were discovered, still literally dripping with his loads of cum, and when he saw we had those then his face went white and after that he stopped talking, realizing he had been caught and his game was over. There was no sympathy for him, and he had no excuse for what he had done. The instructors then had the other fighters hold him while I was summoned. When I got there the padlock was still in place, as was the polycarbonate cock cage, but it was empty and his cock free. As they had been holding him down his cock had grown thicker, and was bouncing up and down to his heartbeat by the time I saw it. I looked at the defeated chastity device, and the broken lock pin, and at the boy's sperm-soaked underwear, and it was all pretty clear at that point what had to be done. So, I summoned Anton Stanovich, our lead trainer, and he agreed with me and that's when we had the boy's wrists cuffed together behind his back while he was held down by the other fighters. I took the padlock off of his chastity device, slipped off the empty cock cage, and then popped off the retaining ring that went behind his balls. After that he was free of his chastity device. I then let Anton direct his punishment. I stayed off to the side and watched as they started with the wooden spoon on his balls, the standard punishment for males that misbehave. The teenager sure didn't like that, and he fought and struggled as they worked that wooden spoon all over his scrotum. One boy held his cock up and out of the way, and his cock grew eager from the attention and soon he was jutting like a rutting male. Still, the other slaves held him down while Anton beat that spoon repeatedly into his balls, smacking it with vigor again and again and again. His legs were held wide apart so his balls were totally exposed, and Anton worked that spoon for almost ten full minutes. He smacked every part of his balls. He smacked the bottom of his scrotum, and on one side and then the other. He smacked them hard, and he did it without mercy. He just worked that spoon so it was smack-smack-smacking into each nut individually. He had no sympathy for him, and as the other boys watched many of them were starting to feel sick because the punishment session went on and on and was so severe. Of course, Anton and I needed to get the message across, and we both knew what the others did not. Peter was done as a man. Peter sure fought while his balls were smacked with the spoon, and he yelped with each hit that they took. Finally, with Peter crying and the snot running out of his nose, Anton made the other boys hold his legs even wider apart. It was time for me to do my thing, and I loved the look on their faces when I approached that boy. I had the elastrator in my hand, and the prongs were already loaded with a red constriction band. Boy their eyes got wide then! The other fighters were right there, holding him down, and so they could see everything and I knew none of them would forget it. As they all watched, I pulled down on the teenager's bruised scrotum, and then I slipped over the rubber donut and eased it up, still on the prongs, so it was near the top of his sack. Since his balls werent going to the museum there was no need to worry about a second ring. I pressed the release lever, and when the rubber donut came off the prongs and snapped the top of the teenager's scrotum closed, he screamed with the pain of it and his eyes went wide. His balls were already sore, and the ring of rubber slammed into him like a sledgehammer. I wish I had a photo of the expression on the other boys' faces! As for Peter, the kid really started struggling then. He was begging Antov, and me, begging us and screaming that he was sorry. Of course he was, but he was needed as an example, and with the other slaves watching I knew that he would teach them all a lesson they could never learn any other way. The boy was released then, and he rolled on the floor trying to get that thing off his nuts. Of course, with his hands behind his back he couldnt' even touch the band, much less try and get it off of himself. He tried rubbing his crotch against the floor anyway, his ass humping the air as he tried to scrape it across the tile. It was useless of course. Even if his hands had been free, without something sharp, there wasnt any way to remove it anyway. While he struggled his prick jutted out from between his legs, and he was so stiff that the end was bulged out round and purple. Every boy there was staring at his cock, looking at his erection and the ring of rubber that was noosed around his balls. The end of his cock was anointed with a bead of semen. It was like he was on the verge of ejaculating, although he wasnt. For one thing, the pain in his nuts was pretty extreme, and you could see it in the desperate look on his face. He sure didn't want to lose his balls! Antov had him gagged at that point, since he didn't want the boy interrupting class and yet he wanted him around so that the others would be able to watch as his balls darkened and died. The others were made to get dressed in their wrestling singlets, as they always did every day, except for Peter who was left naked so everyone could see what the band was doing to his nuts. On this particular day the scheduled called for them to be in the classroom most of the day, as the young fighters were being given an anatomy lesson on the penis, and how to properly pleasure it orally. It's just one of the skills they need to know, and it's important for their future as slaves that they understand the proper techniques to bring maximum pleasure to our members. Consequently, they are all taught where the nerves in a man's cock run and how to best stimulate them when they are sucking a pole. Peter was brought into the classroom and pushed into a wooden chair in the front of the room. His legs were tied out to the bottom of the chair, and with a few loops of rope they restrained him in a sitting position. Then, as the instructor taught the lesson, he would take a pointer and use Peter's stiff rod to show where the areas to stimulate were. There were blown up drawings of an erect cock on the wall, and the instructor would use them, and the boy in the chair, back and forth, to make his points. Several times he would go to the boy and move his foreskin, to show how it would react. He would point out the various parts of a cock, and what areas were the most stimulating. He had the class come forward, until they were right next to Peter, standing around him and everyone studying the boy's pole as if it was nothing but a diagram on the wall. The instructor would jerk it up and down occasionally, talking about how a cock worked and how the skin moved, and where the nerves ran. As he worked Peter's skin up and down on his shaft, Peter's eyes got really wide, and his cock started to ooze out some precum from the tip. The instructor pointed out the changes in his body as he became more and more stimulated, and taught the other fighters how to read the signs of a pending orgasm. Several times he took Peter right to the edge of ejaculating. When Peter's nipples would turn to points and his cockhead would enlarge, the instructor would point out how close he was, and then he would let his cock go and move to one of the charts on the wall and leave the boy alone for a few minutes. Then he would go back to the boy, and again use his pole to demonstrate another area where stimulation was effective. In that manner Peter was kept hard, and on the verge of an orgasm for much of the day. It was a good lesson, and the other fighter's watching learned it well. With Peter's cock being the model, most of the fighters learned to recognize the indications of a pending orgasm, so they would know when to stop, and how long to wait, before they started to stimulate it again. The idea was to learn techniques to prolong the pleasure, so that when the day came and they were sucking a member's cock they would be doing it right. Of course, when that time came for them, they would stretch it out just so far, and eventually they would carry it a bit farther, until the semen squirted and the ecstasy of orgasm was finally achieved. For Peter, that didn't happen, and instead he got to wear the rubber ring and be slowly unmanned as his balls darkened and his pole was kept frustrated. Of course, Peter would struggle and try to pull his legs together, and his eyes were wide open with the feeling and the fear of what was happening to his nuts. But he couldnt do any thing but sit there and feel them, while that little band of mine just silently did its work, slowly strangling his balls while everyone watched. Of course, it hurt like hell. After about an hour the pain started to peak, and that's when he started to really grunt and beg, and for a while the instructor ignored him. But, when he got especially loud, the instructor stopped teaching and then said this to him. "Ah...Peter....Peter...Peter. Don't beg me....you were a bad boy and didn't leave your cock alone, even when you were ordered to do so. If your balls make you that desperate, then you don't deserve them. So, stop your begging, and quit interrupting class. I know it hurts right now. Pretty soon your balls will start to get numb, and after that they won't bother you so much." Peter's eyes watered then, but he stopped begging at that point, and just stared at the class and listened to the lesson like the rest of them. He was so desperate, and yet so helpless. Still, when his cock was being held by the instructor, he would try and hump in the chair, to force his pole into the instructor's fist and to try and achieve one last time what he was being denied. But it was a useless gesture, although it served to point out to the class that they had better leave their own chastity devices alone. Finally, Peter's nuts eventually darkened up to the point that before the day was done they were dead and turning black. That happened sometime in the late afternoon, and when it did his erection wilted and his last boner faded into a wet noodle. By then everyone knew he was a eunuch. At the very end of the day, after the other students had been sent to bed, we took Peter down from the chair and Antov snipped off his dead balls with a pair of scissors. He had been sold to a brothel on the other side of the city, and a few hours after midnight they came and got him. As he went out the door, I got a last look at his limp prick, hanging like wet macaroni under his tuft of hair. More Quotes from The Fight Club: "Ouch! Oh man..oh MAN. That REALLY HURTS!" - said by Kyle L, age 19, just after being banded and twelve minutes prior to his castration. [loser: Match # 166] "Oh..OH NO! Not that...please...NOT THAT! NOT ON ME!" - said by Keith M, age 22, as he saw the elastration bander being loaded with a red rubber donut in preparation for noosing his scrotum. [loser: Match #8] "Go ahead bitch....squirt your load!" -- spoken by Viktor R, age 19, on seeing his 18 year old opponent ejaculate onto the floor as he was slowly sawing off the loser's balls. [winner: Match# 210] "How's it feel? Not so good? Beg me and I'll nut you!" - spoken by Karl R, age 19, to Marty J, age 20, as he used his finger and thumb to flick the loser's noosed balls for almost three full minutes. The twenty year old grunted with every hit, jerking hard and tyring to avoid the pounding his banded nuts were getting. Finally, he could take no more, and that's when he gave up. (see below) [winner: Match #217] "OK...OK...I GIVE. GO AHEAD AND NUT ME." -- spoken by Marty J, age 20, after Karl R, age 19spoke had slapped his banded nuts continuously for three full minutes. As soon as he spoke these words Karl jerked his arm and neutered him with a single fast sweep of the gelding knife. [loser: Match #217] "No! NO FUCKIN WAY!" -- spoken by Danny F, age 19, as he felt the elastrator being slid over his nuts, and just prior to the release lever being activated. [loser: Match #205] "OH god that HURTS! TAKE IF OFF! TAKE IT OFF ME!!!" -- spoken by Isaac J, age 20, just after the second band was applied and immediately prior to having his ass fucked. [loser: Match #118] "OH...OH....OH.......OH........" -- spoken by Albert W, as his rectum was pumped full of KY lubrication and just before being banded. Sixty seconds later his rectum was full of lube and a minute after that he was penetrated by Mike T's ten inch penis. He was violated with a single push that went all the way in to the winner's balls. [loser: Match # 202] "Oh GOD...I'm GOING TO CUM!" -- spoken by Thomas O, age 18, as he furiously fucked the rectum of his defeated 18 year old opponent. [winner: Match #77] "Oh Please Sir...please, I'm really sorry. Please don't nut me!" - spoken by Peter K, age 18, after being caught having defeated his chastity device and just prior to being castrated by the elastrator method. [student fighter in training] [Authors note: © Copyright September, 2004. All rights reserved. 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