The skies were overcast and it was windy and damp in the morning. The wrestling events may be cut short by  rain. The herald announced that there would be four more wrestling events followed by the eliminations and the championship bout. The contestants for match number five were announced: Stelios and Geilon.

   Stelios did not look like a wrestler. He had the lean lithe body of a runner and did not look muscular enough to be a wrestler. His scrotum was tight and his testicles were small, which might be advantageous to him. Geilon was a typical wrestler with massive upper body development , a great barrel chest, wide shoulders, and thick muscular arms. His legs were rather spindly. His testicles were very large and pendulous, hanging nearly half-way down his thighs. His phallus was small, almost boyish.

   As they walked into the center of the stadium, Geilon seemed slower and less agile than Stelios. They circled each other, bent forward and with their arms extended. Suddenly, Stelios darted off to the right and around behind Geilon very rapidly. He reached between Geilon's thighs from behind, seizing his heavy low-hanging testicles, put his right foot on Geilon's rump, pushing him over forward and, at the same time pulling back on his testicles. Geilon's own weight defeated him. He fell heavily forward while Stelios pulled backward. The sudden jerk snapped his cords. As he fell onto the sand, Stelios knelt, going down with him and then suddenly leaping to his feet, tearing Geilon's bag and its contents from his body. In an instant, Stelios was upon him, forcing his long thin phallus into Geilon's arse. Stelios fucked fast and furiously and jumped up off Geilon waving the severed balls in the air as his phallus spurted his thick white seed onto Geilon's back. Two referees helped Geilon to his feet and walked him off the sand to the waiting physician. The third referee took the testicles from Stelios and tied the cords to the ends of a thong which he draped around Stelios' neck. Thus adorned, we walked to the judges' box to receive his laurel wreath and bowed to the spectators. 

   "Arkas and Krito" shouted the herald. The two young men came out onto the sand walking widely separated and glaring at each other. It was clear that this was to be a grudge match. The rules forbid kicking or striking of any part of the body with any part of the body. Each such foul was punished by beating with the referee's staff or lashing with his whip. Five fouls sufficed to disqualify a contestant, a total of seven fouls altogether invalidated the match. From the length of time that the referee talked to the two contestants, it was clear that he was reminding them of the rules.

   Nonetheless, they immediately began lashing out at each other with fists and feet. The referees began beating them with their staffs, but this had no effect. By the time the referees separated them, there had been eight or nine fouls, delivered too quickly to count them accurately, but surely more than seven. The two "wrestlers" attacked the referees who were promptly assisted by others waiting on the sidelines.Finally, both men were beaten unconscious, dragged to the gate, and kicked out of the stadium. The herald announced the foregone conclusion that the match had been invalidated.

   "Nykes and Sotos" This proved to be another endurance contest. The two wrestlers stood facing each other, each with his left hand on the other's right shoulder and his right hand gripping the other's testicles.Both men were rather slightly built except for their right arms which were disproportionately muscular. Each had an unusually large phallus displaying prominent veins, often said to be evidence of masturbation. Egon giggled and said "I'll bet that they exercise their right arms by jerking off." I had to laugh and admitted that it seemed like an effective exercise.
   The referee shouted "Squeeze !" and they did. Neither showed any sign of pain or stress, though their foreheads began to sweat after a while. Both were resolutely silent. The muscles of their right arms began to tremble. Suddenly, Nykes' fist seemed to contract as if there were nothing in it being squeezed. Semen gushed from Sotos' phallus, first white, then pink, then dark pink, almost blood-red. Sotos collapsed silently and fell in a heap at Nykes' feet. Nykes swiftly mounted him and raped him, withdrawing while he was still spurting to prove that he had completed the act. When Sotos was raised to his feet, I could see that his bag had a shrivelled, crumpled look and blood was dribbling from his phallus. Now relieved of the need to hide his suffering, his face was contorted with pain and anguish. He bent over and vomited, and then straightened his back and walked unassisted to the physician who drew him aside into one of the training rooms for treatment.

   Nykes showed no joy in his victory and I suspected that he and Sotos were friends.I hugged, kissed, and groped Egon while we waited for the last bout, during which Egon sucked me off.

   The Herald announced the last bout before the eliminations. "Garon and Neplos" This was a classic grappling contest. The two men gripped each other seeking to pin each other before attacking the testicles. This made for a long but not especially sexually exciting match. First Garon, then Neplos was on top, squirming and slipping out of each other's grasp.Finally, Neplos

pinned Garon and grasped his testicles in a firm grip from which there would be no escape. Garon shouted. "I yield." and the bout ended with both men in possession of intact sex organs. 

   About this time, an orgy began in our part of the seats. Several handsome, well-endowed young men and their lap boys had come here to sit today and all of us were aroused and, by this time, more interested in sex than in more wrestling. After all, we had seen each of the winners perform and knew what to expect.

Shortly, Egon and I were enmeshed in a tangle of phalluses, mouths, and arses. I was taking it in both ends and being sucked off by somebody, I think Egon, but I couldn't be sure. A lot of the other spectators cheered us and egged us on. 

   This explains why I have no record of the elimination bouts. I heard who won, but I really didn't see any of them. The orgy was more enjoyable than watching eight weary wrestlers pawing inefectually at each other . My arse was plowed seven times, I sucked five phalluses, I was sucked four times and plowed three arses. I came four times, in addition to having already been sucked off by Egon once this morning .

   Oh, who won the eliminations ? Gelas defeated Neplos. Nersis trounced Nykes. Stelios overthrew Rhylon. Ktauros eliminated Gelas. Stelios put Ktauros out of the running, leaving Nersis and Stelios to fight the final championship bout for the gold oak-leaf wreath. Stelios and Nersis were given a recess until mid-afternoon.

   Inasmuch as ours was not the only orgy going on, the spectators needed a recess at least as much as Nersis and Stelios did. As usual, vendors came through the stands selling bread with olive oil, cheese, and wine. Semen isn't really very nourishing, so Egon and I ate heartily, as did many others. Then we dozed in the sunshine waiting for the championship bout..

   When the shadow of the gnomon on the sundial on the wall above the judges' box reached the half-way point between noon and the sunset point, the herald came out into the arena, accompanied by the four dissonant horn players whose instruments farted a toneless fanfare, and he announced "The Championship wrestling bout of the One Hundredth Peninsular Games is about to begin ! Nersis and Stelios will compete for the golden oak-leaf wreath." The horns farted again and the herald withdrew, having told us nothing we didn't already know.

   Nersis and Stelion strode out into the very center of the arena.

Nersis was the older and more experienced wrestler, wiry and muscular but not excessively bulky or muscle-bound. By comparison, Stelion looked like just what he was, a stripling, a beardless youth

   . Recognizing his muscular inferiority, Stelios tried to use the same trick with which he had defeated Geilon. The fool ! Did he imagine that Nersis hadn't been watching ? Stelios counted on his speed and agility to compensate for his inferior strength and experience. He darted around to the right as fast as he could run. Nersis merely put out his foot and tripped Stelios who went down face-first in the sand and knocked the wind out of himself. This immobilized him for just a moment, more than enough time for Nersis to squat beside him, reach between his thighs, grab his balls and straighten up. Then Nersis took off like a rabbit running in circles around the prone Stelios who was still trying to catch his breath. By the time he did, Nersis had made three turns about him and twisted his cords to the breaking point. Stelios was just starting to scramble to his feet when his cords tore away internally. Another turn ripped Stelios' bag and it came away in Nersis'  hand, balls and all.

    Nersis stepped back a pace holding Stelios' balls up by the cords as the bag dropped off them into the sand. Stelios gave a howl of pain and dismay and beat his fists on the sand. He suddenly realized what it meant to be a eunuch: no children, no sex, no masculinity, no strength. Stelios was sobbing unashamedly when Nersis mounted him and humiliated him by using his sexless body as if he had been a woman. Nersis took time to enjoy the fuck and then, when he was almost done spending his seed, he rose as the last drops squirted from his rigid phallus . 

   Stelios' manhood and the wrestling championship of the 100th Peninsular Games were finished together. Nersis waited for the referee to tie Stelios' balls by the cords to a lanyard and drape it about his neck and the walked slowly to the judge's box while the referees led away the weeping eunuch that Stelios had become .

Nersis knelt to receive the golden oak-leaf wreath upon his brows and then marched proudly around the stadium to the plaudits of the crowd.