By justoneguy

Captured young American youths must wrestle their way to freedom under the watchful eyes of the Manager. If only they could get free and return home to small town girls, video games, fast cars, with their manhood intact.

Tony is in Blue; Matt in Red.

His name was Tony, and he couldn’t believe it. He was only 19, a young American male getting ready to go off to college. But he wasn’t in Georgia anymore. He didn’t know where he was, except that the people holding him there were Arab or Hispanic or something. He couldn’t understand what they were saying—their language didn’t sound like Spanish or German. God, where was he.

He didn’t know. But he wasn’t alone. There were about 30 other guys there, all American, all between the ages of 18 and 20. Not long after arriving where they were, all the guys were in a room together and were allowed to talk to each other. The guys were all wrestlers, they discovered. In fact, they were all on wrestling scholarships to college. A big, rough man had thrown 30 different color singlets into the room and told the guys to suit up in them. 30 American youths turned their back to each other, for modesty, and disrobed. Then they put on their singlets and turned around. Tony dressed faster than the others and turned to see another guy’s tight toned butt disappear into his singlet. The guy was about Tony’s height and weight, with blond hair, and seemed shy and scared. He’d seen lots of guys dress in the locker room, but for some reason this time seeing it filled him with dread. What were they doing there? And why the hell were they getting dressed into singlets?

The guys were separated into groups. They were made to wrestle each other using traditional moves. Tony did very well, winning both of the matches against his opponents. But they were all made to understand that this was all just practice. The real matches would begin soon. The big man who had given the guys their singlets announced to the group that the matches would begin in five minutes. The two combatants would wrestle, with wooden spears thrown into the ring. The goal was to incapacitate the opponent, through a wrestling pin or a knock out with the spear. But no deaths or both combatants would be killed. Once the match is over, the winner must emasculate his opponent. If he refused, both would be emasculated. The big man then explained and demonstrated the way to emasculate the defeated foe. Tony watched as a white guy—but not one of the group in the singlets—was led up to the front. He was completely nude and shaking. He looked to be about 18 or 19. The big man took a knife and cut his fucking balls off. Some of the guys on the wrestling floor threw up at the site. Tony was one of them.

Now the real contest would begin—the contest that would leave the loser with their manhood taken in bloody emasculation. Tony was led into a room with a wrestling mate. Since he won both of his practice fights, he apparently was considered the favorite. The big man was there, the one who had emasculated the sample loser. He apparently would be acting as the official in the fight. No one else was in the room. Tony heard a door open on the other end of the room. He looked and saw his first opponent entering the room. Tony recognized him at once—a thin, muscular, strapping young wrestler, named Matt, in a red singlet. It was the guy Tony had seen in the waiting room. They had actually spoken after they were dressed in the holding pins. They had asked each other where they were from, and the guy in the red singlet had said Oklahoma. They had both talked about escaping and getting back home. Perhaps they still would, but only one of them would still be male. The big man stuck the wooden spear down into the wrestling mate. It was time for the match to begin.

The two half heartily wrestled in more or less the traditional way for a few minutes. The big man huffed and puffed and insulted them. Both of the young men were about 165lb of pure muscle. But they weren’t really trying. Tony didn’t know what the other guy was thinking, but he was not really scared. He was just biding his time. He didn’t want to win the match especially, but he certainly didn’t want to lose. He just wanted it to go on until he thought of something. But the big man would have none of it. When the two broke from a hold, he picked up the wooden spear and tossed it to Matt. He held it in front of him, his hands shaking, fear in his eyes.

Matt came running toward Tony at full speed, crossing the wrestling mate in seconds. He held the spear high, his arms shaking, but Tony knew instinctively that his technique was weak. Tony sprang to the side, easily dodging the blow, and tripping to hapless Matt at the same time. Matt felt fury rise in his body. He had been so scared, but know he wanted to beat his opponent not just to save himself, but to beat his opponent. He stood up and lugged at Tony with power and force. But his aggressiveness cost him. As he thrusted out with the spear, Tony tripped him again and gained control of the weapon.

Matt pivoted on his right leg and tried to tackle Tony before he could turn the spear on him. But Tony was ready. He swept the weapon down ad Matt jumped at him and cut a small gash in Matt’s left leg. The glancing swipe tore open Matt’s left thigh. Matt yelped in pain, but was thankful that the blow had missed his bulging young nuts by inches. But now his mind was awake with rage, and the two combatants fell on each other with the wild fury of animals. Now they fell upon each other with wild fury. Another glancing thrust produced a superficial gash along Matt’s trim, heaving belly just below the navel.

Tony’s mind was calm. He was surprised how calm he was. He had wounded his opponent twice now, not badly, but enough to feel confident. He wished the young guy in red would calm down and try to draw the match out longer. He didn’t want to think about what would happen at the end of it.

Matt was shaking, in mortal fear. He was bleeding from his leg and a little from his stomach. And his opponent now had the spear. Matt was hot from the fight. He felt himself sweating in his singlet. Truth be told, he was terrified. His manhood was on the line—and he hadn’t even made love to a woman yet! His girlfriend in high school had demanded to save herself for marriage. They had broken up after they graduated. It was only a matter of time before he made it to manhood with a nice college girl. But now, all that was on the line. His mind burned with the thought. He could see the bulge in Tony’s blue singlet—the tub of his dick and his two oval orbs outlined in the tight thin fabric. He had to take what that guy had or he would lose what he possessed. He had to stay a man—he had to.

But Tony wasn’t even sweating. He didn’t seem fazed by the competition. He just paced with the spear ready, not wanting to come after Matt or be attacked himself. It was almost like he was waiting to be rescued or something. But there was no rescue coming for them. Matt’s only thought was rescuing his own manhood.

Matt in his rage and fear lunged at Tony. It fast thrust caught Tony off guard, and he parried with the wooden spear held sideways in front of him. Matt grabbed it and their hands locked on the thin wood. The spear turned this way and that as the two young Americans gripped it and twisted it—trying to wrench it free from their opponent. Matt could see the muscles of Tony’s biceps flex and bulge as the struggled. He glanced between the wrestling stud’s legs and saw his legs spread wide, getting leverage against the floor for their struggle. He could see the ridge of Tony’s soft circumcised cock and ripe balls pressing into the fabric. And in front of them, the wooden spear. Matt felt his own arms giving out. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to win the contest of strength. His mind burned; his stomach fluttered. Then, I thought struck his mind like a cold white bolt of lightning. His hands released the spear. Tony’s face turned from calm tenseness to wide-eyed shock as the spear came free in his hands. But the power of the force he exerted on the spear in his attempt to wrench it free from Matt was still there, and the weapon swung down in his hands, the hard polished cylinder of the spear striking like a snake into his tender exposed manhood. He had racked himself in his balls.

Tony yelled an agonizing scream as the wood of the spear smacked into his precious, sensitive male possessions. He fell to the ground, the spear dropping from his hands. He clutched his throbbing nuts with both hands. “Auuugrrrggggg, nnooooooooo,” he cried as he fought against the incapacitating pain that radiated out from his manhood to his stomach. “Myyy Nuttsss….. Auururrgghhhh.”

Matt stood over him in triumph and looked toward the big man who was watching the match with satisfaction. The big man smiled and handed Matt the knife. Matt had earned the prize. Now he had to do it; he had to take a fellow young American male’s manhood. He didn’t think he could do it when he watched the demonstration earlier, but he knew that if he didn’t, his own manhood would be taken. And now his mind was on fire with the thrill of his victory. He hadn’t expected to win. But he was a man, not only a man, but THE man in the match. The big man grabbed Tony’s shoulders as he wallowed in his agony. He pried Tony’s hands off his sore manhood. “No, no, no, let go of me,” Tony said, his voice cracking from shock and pain. He had lost’ he was on the floor; oh god, he was going to lose them. Matt cut away the stricken Tony’s blue singlet, exposing his loose, dangling, and still painful sex organs. Matt saw all of Tony’s hanging maleness and thought how his opponent’s organs looked bigger than his own, but still very similar. His twig and berries were nestled in a thick triangle of coarse brown-blond sex hairs. His soft cock and balls were lying out between his legs for the taking. Matt wondered if this guy had ever felt the pleasures of a woman. He figured that he had, given his looks and confidence. But if he hadn’t, now he never would. Matt reached down toward the stricken youth’s tan-pink ball bag that hung down deeply between his spread legs. Tony’s eyes bugged out in disbelief as he saw Matt grasp his naked cajones in his strong right hand. He knew what was in store for him! There would be no mercy. In a moment his precious young manhood would be taken from him forever. His eyes tracked every movement as they focused on his already bulging testicles in their soft loose—vulnerable—bag.

The veins stood out like small cords on the skin surface of his ball sac. In hideous fascination, Tony watched as Matt’s fingers tightened on his nut-sac and begin to pull the fragile organs upward. Tony let out a piercing scream as he began to struggle and slobber. He felt his tender manhood stretch beyond their normal hang. Matt began to feel the ecstasy of a male in complete control of another male. It was a feeling he wasn’t prepared for. But now he was almost ecstatic as he felt the warm genitals straining from the security of their groin. A second twist and Tony’s eyes grew frantic. Matt braced his right foot on Matt’s thigh and placed the sharp knife under the hairy neck of Matt’s tender nut sac, at the very point where it attached to the underside of his shriveled phallus and underbody.

“Oh god man, don’t, please, of god, don’t hurt em man. Please, no, no no, no, or god, no no no.” Tony almost hyperventilated as he begged for the other young American to spare his precious masculinity. But Matt was now awash in the spirit of the moment, and for that instant, all feelings of compassion of comradeship had left him. He jerked the sharp knife forward. Tony’s crotch erupted with blood and spattered seed as the bag of his manhood was sliced free from his body. And in that instant, Matt held the severed balls of his opponent in his palm! He had been told what he had to do next, and without hesitation, he did it. For the final humiliation, he stuffed the still warm nuts into Tony’s screaming mouth, the tissue of his own male sac and oval orbs filling his mouth. Matt felt the madness of victory wash away from his mind, and he saw his ruined and emasculated opponent lying on the floor, crying and convulsing. He was trying to spit his severed manhood from his mouth, but before he could, he had bitten one of his precious orbs in half and swallowed it. Matt then felt bile rise in his throat, only half believing he had done what he had done. He had emasculated another human male, a young man no so very different from himself—and one stronger than himself. He had forever taken away this guy’s ability to be a father, to have sons, to get an erection, to feel the pleasures of a blow job or penetrating a woman, to orgasm and ejaculated virile seed. He had gelded him.

That night, Matt felt his hard 5.5” long organ slide into a warm willing pussy for the first time. All 15 of the winners humped a pretty girl that night. The losers were stitched up and laying in beds. They would heal quickly they were told, but Tony no longer cared. His mind was blank, his thought strangely not aggressive. From the healing beds, he could hear the winning males fucking their women in the next room, the sound of the women’s moans and the men’s grunts filled his ears. But his body did not respond. He was emasculated in mind and spirit.

For the fifteen winners, tomorrow would bring new matches and perhaps new girls to pump seed into. For the losers, there was only healing—and after that, since they were no longer men, they would learn what it was like to be a woman.

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