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Having arrived late for the games, I had nowhere to sleep.................offered to share his bed with me in his rented room. I accepted eagerly and bought Egon his supper before going there. While we ate, I asked Egon how he came to be a eunuch. He replied 'I used to be a wrestler. As you can imagine, inasmuch as the games are held only every seventh year, a fighter could get rather hungry waiting for the next games to pay for his dinner. There are many wealthy men in Laonia who enjoy watching blood sports as after-dinner entertainment on a regular basis. So, there's work for fighters between the games. Wrestling has the advantage that, usually, both wrestlers survive the fight able to fight again, unlike boxers, pankratists, or gladiators. One form of wrestling which some men like to watch is an endurance contest where the two wrestlers stand facing each other, each with his left hand on the other's right shoulder, and squeeze each other's balls until one of them either yields or collapses. Usually, the loser lets go of his opponent's balls and, when his opponent releases his balls, squats and sucks him off. I was in such a contest unfairly matched with a mean-looking fellow who was bigger and stronger than I. Well, even the loser is paid, though not as much as the winner, so I accepted it. His balls were as tough as leather and, though I squeezed as hard as I could, he squeezed harder and I couldn't take it. I held on as long as I could and then let go of his balls. But, he didn't let go of mine. The bastard suddenly jerked them down between my knees, snapping the cords . I bent over in agony and he got behind me and raped my arse. Though I'd take it for a friend, I don't really enjoy being fucked. He has a very thick phallus and it hurt terribly to take it up my arse. Of course, after he destroyed my balls, I couldn't be a wrestler any longer. There's not much work available for eunuchs. We can be fighters' trainers or we can be whores. Hard labor is impossible. We're not strong enough to do a man's work. The demand for librarians is small and, anyhow, I'm just barely literate. Of course, anybody can sell himself into slavery. I'd rather die. Even being a whore isn't that bad. I bend over or squat down when I need some money, but, afterward, I feel sick having done it for money. I keep hoping I'll find a patron who'll take me in as his companion.' Having just got out of the army and being unemployed myself (still living on my severance pay) I could hardly fill that role, though I suspected that I could find him something less degrading to do in Nemekha, if he wanted to go home with me. Really, I didn't want to part from him immediately after the games. No one else had ever sucked my phallus as delightfully as he did, and as delightfully as he did in bed that night. The boxing championship remained to be decided. Four boxers had remained capable of fighting out of yesterday's sixteen. That meant that there would be three bouts, the victors in the first two would fight each other. The youth who had won only because his opponent had slipped in the sand was matched with the mature winner of the first bout. The older man had the advantage from the start. Despite the youth's agility in twisting to avoid blows, he was a clumsy boxer. He seemed to forget that he even had a left hand and relied exclusively on his right hand. His opponent noticed this and took advantage of it. The younger man swung too high, exposing his right arm-pit. The older man drove a punch into the youth's arm-pit, dislocating his shoulder joint and rendering the young man's right arm useless. He stood there shocked and dismayed until an upward blow to his bag tore it open and ripped out his testicles. Now it remained for the winner to fight the victor in the next bout. The winners in the last two bouts on the previous day were now matched with each other. This proved to be a long fight. The two men were evenly matched not only in physique and skill, but in endurance. They traded blows until each was girdled about the thighs and buttocks with bruises. In the glare of the sun and the dust from the sand, it was often difficult to tell which boxer was which. Finally, one of them, unable to turn fast enough to evade a blow to the genitals, squatted instead. The punch caught him in the pit of his belly, driving upward and inward into his entrails. Even as far away as our seats were, I could hear the victim of this blow let a thunderous fart. Blood spurted from his arse and sprayed onto the sand. Bloody piss poured from his phallus. It was clear that his bladder and bowels had been bursted. At this point, knowing himself to be mortally injured, he dropped his arms to his sides and submitted to the quick hard blows which destroyed his testicles and fell dying to the sand. While the two winners rested before the final bout, a wind band came out into the arena and played while a group of naked dancers did a lascivious dance and finally formed a daisy chain , pedicating each other to obviously unfeigned orgasms.Egon and I jerked each other off while we watched. I came, but Egon, of course, couldn't, though he seemed to enjoy it. The championship bout itself was disappointing. Both men were still tired. They were slow-moving and their punches seemed to lack impact. They slugged away at each other for a while and then went into a clinch, leaning against each other to rest. The referees beat them with rods to break up the clinch. Dispiritedly, they resumed swinging at each other, many blows missing their mark entirely. The fast and extravagant betting among the spectators actually distracted them from their lap boys' behinds. The fight dragged on wearily until the winner of yesterday's first bout managed to poke his glove into his opponent's groin and twist it. Technically, it hardly qualified as a punch, but it tore the man's bag open and, by then driving his fist between the injured man's thighs, he pulled the balls back far enough and fast enough to snap the cords and end the fight. One of the referees pulled out the loser's testicles and, tying the cords to the ends of a leather thong, hung them around the winner's neck. He was then marched to the judges' box to be awarded the golden oak-leaf garland as champion. His gloves were removed and he marched around the stadium close to the seats, holding aloft the loser's testicles. A brazen blaring of horns announced the beginning of the wrestling competition. Long ago, the objective of wrestling was to pin one's opponent to the sand until he conceded. Now, however, it is necessary to squeeze one's opponent's testicles until he concedes and then rape him. The herald came out into the center of the stadium. A single horn blatted like a melodic fart and the herald shouted 'Wrestling first bout Orkon and Gelas' Well, it was about time they started announcing the fighters' names but still not much help. There was no indication of which was which.The rules forbid kicking, hitting, biting, strangling, and eye-gouging. Both wrestlers were muscular, especially in the shoulders and arms. They rushed at each other and grappled with each other. One grasped and twisted the other's ear. The other seized his wrist and pushed his elbow inward with the other hand, breaking it.Though he screamed in pain, he continued fighting. His left hand shot out and seized his opponent's testicles. With the use of only one arm, he was unable to guard his own male organs effectively and soon both men were squeezing each other's testicles. They groaned and their faces were contorted with pain and wet with sweat and tears. Egon was sucking my phallus while this was going on, uninterested in watching the ball-squeezing. After all, this was the kind of fight which had made him a eunuch. The veins stood out on the arms and in the necks and temples of the two wrestlers. The man who had the use of both arms suddenly crumpled, releasing his opponent's testicles and collapsing into the sand. I heard someone shout 'Orkon is down !' The other, obviously Gelas, was upon him immediately, forcing his instantly rigid phallus into Orkon's arse. Orkon, though he had regained consciousness, did not try to get up. He was defeated. Gelas fucked fast and hard. Orkon suddenly shuddered and apparently creamed into the sand as Gelas gave a cry of triumph and pleasure and pulled out while still spurting to show that he had come in his opponent's body. Gelas was awarded the laurel wreath but disqualified from the championship because he was disabled by a broken elbow. The next two wrestlers were announced as Pulos and Nersis. Each waved to the crowd as his name was announced. Pulos was the shorter and stockier of the two. Nersis was slender and lithe. Both men were already ithyphallic.[Editor's note: i.e. they had hardons.] Pulos had a short thick phallus while Nersis had a long thin organ with a very long foreskin which still covered the glans even when erect. They charged at each other and Pulos grasped Nersis around the waist and tried to turn him upside-down and dump him onto his head in the sand. It didn't work. Before Pulos could get Nersis turned half-way around, Nersis had him by the balls and squeezed with crushing force. Pulos had to release him and try to get ahold of Nersis balls or break Nersis hold on his. Nersis got onto his feet and suddenly spun around. Pulos was pulled off his feet and flew outward, tethered to Nersis by his bag and cords. Nersis put his left hand over his right to improve his grip and spun even faster. The pull on Pulos' bag and cords was too strong. There was a tearing sound and two "twangs" and Pulos went flying off at a tangent to the circle, his balls remaining in Nersis' hands.He fell onto the sand some five cubits away and Nersis swiftly ran up to him. Pulos was lying on his belly sobbing when Nersis mounted him and raped him. Nersis pulled out and shot onto Pulos' back and then, swinging Pulos' testicles by their broken cords, swaggered over to the judges' box to receive his laurel wreath. 'Well', said Egon ' I never saw anything like that before. In fact, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it was possible.' I agreed with him and we watched as Nersis ran around the stadium holding Pulos' testicles aloft by their cords. Pulos was being helped out of the arena with blood running down his thighs. He was weeping inconsolably. Some spectators sneered at him, but I sympathised with him. After all, he had just lost everything. Sarkis and Rhylon were announced next. Sarkis had a very hairy body and an enormous phallus, partially erect. He was broad-shouldered and barrel-chested. Rhylon had coppery-golden hair, even golden pubic hair. Ithyphallic, he possessed a very small phallus but very large, heavy, pendulous testicles. Though much slenderer than Sarkis, Rhylon was very muscular and looked extremely strong. I noticed that his hands were unusually large with long fingers. He was slightly taller than Sarkis. These men approached each other slowly and warily and circled each other, taking stock of each other's probable strengths and weaknesses. Rhylon said something to Sarkis who shook his head. Moving so fast that I didn't see exactly how he did it, Rhylon got behind Sarkis, reached between his thighs, and seized his testicles. Pressing his own groin tightly against Sarkis' rump, Rhylon protected his own equipment from Sarkis' hands and squeezed Sarkis' balls very hard. Those large strong hands had a crushing grip. Sarkis howled both in excruciating pain and impotent rage. Rhylon was not only squeezing those testicles, but also inexorably drawing them back between Sarkis' thighs, preventing Sarkis from squeezing Rhylon's hand between his thighs without crushing his own testicles. Sarkis was sweating copiously and his face was a mask of pain. Still, he didn't want to yield. Suddenly, great gouts of thick white semen spurted from Sarkis' huge thick phallus. He moaned and as his semen turned from white to pink he shouted in a panic ' I YIELD !', not in time to prevent damage, but perhaps in time to prevent total destruction of his testicles. Rhylon immediately released them. Sarkis bent over, both in pain and in submission, holding his aching partially crushed balls in both hands and moaning piteously. Rhylon placed his hands on Sarkis' hips and inserted his short thin phallus in Sarkis arse and began fucking. Rhylon took his time and enjoyed the fuck.Apparently his tiny member was just long enough to give Sarkis pleasure, for, after a while, Sarkis came again. His semen was thinner than before and still pink but there was a look of ecstasy on his face nevertheless. Rhylon shook and cried out in delight and pulled out only when he was nearly done coming. Rhylon collected his laurel wreath at the judges' box, turned, and bowed politely to the spectators before leaving. He did not run around the stadium. There was time for only one more wrestling bout today, as the shadows were getting long The next four and the championship bouts would have to be held tomorrow. The last bout of the day was between Ktauros and Lepsion. These two young men, both about 18 years old, looked almost enough alike to be brothers. Both were tall and slender. Both had curly black hair, both were ithyphallic and well-endowed though Ktauros had a thicker phallos and a longer foreskin than Lepsion. This was to be an endurance contest . They stood face-to-face, each placing his left hand on the other's right shoulder and his right hand on the other's testicles. The referee shouted ' FIGHT ! ' and they began to squeeze each other's testicles. They were well trained in self discipline. Neither showed a trace of pain or emotion in his facial expression. The only sign that they were actually squeezing each other's testicles painfully hard was the visible tension in their arm and hand muscles. Otherwise, they were as tranquil as a pair of lovers staring into each other's eyes. This type of match is very popular among the Laonians and I heard astonishing sums of money being wagered on the outcome. Apparently, the betting was being done with promissory notes, for 1000 silver drachmai are very heavy, and nobody seemed to be carrying any such quantities of coins. The two young men seemed so evenly matched that I would consider the outcome to be in the lap of the gods. I watched, as did many others, for any signs of weakening. Both men's muscles were beginning to tremble from the sustained effort, but their faces remained serene. The serenity was beginning to be belied by the beading of sweat on their brows, however. The end came suddenly when Lepsion's muscles all went slack, his head lolled over on his right shoulder, and he collapsed as Ktauros released his testicles. Ktauros caught him and let him down gently onto the sand and waited for him to regain consciousness. I noticed then that a little semen was oozing and dribbling out of Lepsion's phallos. After a while, Lepsion roused and Ktauros helped him to his feet and kissed him. Then Lepsion bent over and reached back and spread his buttocks to receive Ktauros rigid phallus which was oozing lube in anticipation. Ktauros entered Lepsion's body and gave him a long and loving fuck which was obviously no rape. Lepsion stiffened and shook and a jet of thick white semen nearly four cubits long spurted from his now erect phallus. It was followed by four more as Ktauros, his head thrown back and giving voice to a long cry of joy and delight spurted inside Lepsion, finally withdrawing while still spurting. The two young athletes, with their arms about each other's shoulders strolled to the judge's box where Ktauros received the laurel wreath and Lepsion received from him another kiss. TO BE CONTINUED |