My Life in a Gang - Another View
by Agua
The following story is "My Life in a Gang" in the view of an Arab boy. Please read "My Life in a Gang" at first for a better understanding. The chapter structure is also adapted to this original story.


This story contains explicit sexual and violent material incl. rape,
castration and torture and should only be read by adults. If ball-busting is a
matter of offence, please DO NOT read.

1. Easy Victories

My name is Hasan Abdulla. I'm a 21-year-old Arab boy. Only some weeks ago, my
whole family had moved from Arabia to Europe. Many things were new to me,
especially the strong position of women in this society, while they had no say
at all in my country. The boys in my quarter had joined to a gang called the
jeansers as they all wore jeans, whereby the symbol on the bottom-pocket
indicated the rank (blank pockets for rookies, soldiers had a V on their
pockets (e.g. Levis jeans) and so on). They wore the jeans very tight, nicely
highlighting their privates and buttocks. And the underwear worn with it
(nylon shorts or regular cotton briefs) were always in the color of the
respective rank reaching from plain white (inexperienced recruit) to black
(highest leader).

I joined them immediately, and we often fought against boy gangs of other
quarters. Our favorite enemy was the sport gang, whose members always wore
sport clothes (the color indicating the rank of each boy). I was happy to
learn that our gang often assaulted the girls of this quarter. In Arabia, we
never had the possibility to screw girls so that violation immediately became
my favorite hobby. After a successful rape, we always drove a carrot or
cucumber into the girl's slit to humiliate and torture her even more.

But then came the day when the girls started to defend and to join for a gang
as well. This was a total shock for us! We were about to rape some girls
(wearing skirts and other female clothing) when they suddenly attacked us! To
my surprise, my 2 years elder sister suddenly stood in front of me. She wore
the traditional Arabic female clothing including veil and the burka, a long
shapeless dress covering everything. I shouted at her what she is doing here
and ordered her to go home. Without an answer, she drove her knee into my
groin. I thought, it was just accidental, but she repeated her strike! I had
never had this kind of pain before and fell helplessly to the ground! Face to
the ground, I rolled on the road, still thinking it was just a mistake. But
then I felt her hand from behind sliding in between my legs. She grabbed and
squeezed my balls like hell!

I wanted to fight her off and to beat her black and blue, but I was not at all
in the position to do this! My eyes seemed to get out of their caves, and I
could hardly breathe. Half unconscious I heart her taunting "How does this
feel, little brother?!" Now, she turned my helpless body around so that
despite the tears in my eyes I saw her stripping off her cloths. Normally, I
would not even allow her to remove the veil in the presence of others, but
now, I couldn't do anything while she stripped completely naked. (I had never
seen her naked before.) Even worse, she started to undress me, too! Squeezing
my balls, she finished my tiny trial to keep her hands away from my clothing.
With routine movements, it took her less than a minute till I lay nakedly in
front of her. In my country, women are not even allow to see a man's
underwear. (We have male servants to wash it.) But this slut even inspected my
white regular briefs (so called tighty-whiteys) for traces ("cock-spots") and
taunted me when she found some! Finally, she even put on all my clothing
including my briefs, while in Arabia it's strictly illegal for a woman to wear
male clothing! I started a last, helpless protest. "Oh, little brother is
angry?! But for that you don't need to go home nakedly, I allow you to put on
my veil and burka! And I'll give you the same pleasure as you when you rape
one of our girls!" Saying this, she lifted my legs and drove the huge carrot I
had with me (to torture a raped girl!) into my exposed asshole! Another
painful experience I had the first (but unfortunately not the last) time in my
life! I passed out cold, while she went away with the other girls, laughing
and joking.

After some time, I recovered from the pain between my legs. I looked around
and saw that not only me, but all the other boys were naked too! And all of
them rolled helplessly on the ground, cupping their sore balls, while they
still had carrots or cucumbers in their assholes. After recovering, one boy
told us that his enemy-girl had paralyzed him by means of an electric shocker:
During the fight, he was able to get her under control, threw her down and sat
with spread legs on her. But suddenly this dirty slut used an electric shocker
on his well-exposed nuts! Everybody knows that an electric shocker is very
effective at any part of the human body, but the effect against a male package
is really destructive! "I was completely paralyzed - as if a thunder bolt had
struck me! I couldn't even move while she simply undressed me and put my
uniform on!", explained the boy. (Even some days later, he still suffered from
his sore balls and was unable to get a hard-on, as he told us!)

Another boy was really cracked: I knew that he was well-hung before this fight
(egg-size balls and a huge, always hard cock). But after a girl had stomped
several time right between his legs, he didn't have much more to offer "down
there" than a girl! His nuts were cracked so that his nut-sack was just a
mushy pulp, and his formerly hard cock was shriveled and tiny.

That day, my sisters (not only my elder, but also the others) had broken out
of our family and decided to fight against the male dominance. They had joined
a gang of fighting girls which we called the Amazons. They wore our captured
jeans and underwear. At first, we thought they are a problem easy to overcome,
but they recruited more and more fighters and became more and more powerful.

Only some days later, I was roving with some mates through the town. At that
time, I was still a recruit and - according to my rank - wore jeans with plain
bottom pockets and white cotton briefs (so-called tighty-whiteys) underneath.
We were a troop of 4 recruits led by a private (yellow underwear). It was
already late at night, so that the underground station was practically empty.
Suddenly, we saw a troop of 5 Amazons in front of us. Four of them wore the
(captured!) jeans of soldiers (one rank higher than me), while their leader
was a corporal (thus also one rank higher than our leader). Of course, we were
horny and willing to screw these sluts, and anyway, we could not allow them to
run around in the uniforms of our mates. Thus, we attacked them from behind,
but unfortunately, these slatterns knew very well that they could finish a
male fighter simply by attacking his vulnerable lust-center! One of my mates
applied a bear hug from behind, and the girl immediately replied with a stomp
of her heel against his groin. The boy grunted in pain and involuntarily
released his hold. The girl broke free, turned around, held him by his hips
for that he couldn't break out and drove her knee several times into his
unprotected package. Unable to fight or to move, he broke down. "Wow, I could
really hear his bells ring!", shouted the Amazon proudly.

Another recruit tried to fight his female opponent by a karate kick to her
head, but she was agile enough to grab and hold his leg. Accompanied by some
karate yells, she rammed her stretched out hand into his exposed privates! She
applied one of these vicious double-blows which leave a boy no chance to
recover and defend! The boy was completely paralyzed, he couldn't even cry. I
saw a dark stain spreading on the light blue jeans cloth around his cock.
Obviously, he was pissing himself wet! It was unbelievable that this Amazon
had done to him! Worse enough that under certain conditions a girl could
overwhelm a boy, but she had destroyed his honor by subduing him completely to
her will! He couldn't even control his urination anymore! Now she even taunted
him: "Oh, seems you are already wet with pleasure!" Then, she threw the
helpless boy down, posing in victory over him.

The next boy had to face a beautiful, well-built black female. Amazingly, this
boy was still convinced to have an easy victory: He posed in front of her and
taunted: "OK, little girly. Don't cry when I beat your ass and screw you. Try
to take it like a man!" He just had finished as a strong, long black leg
smashed his balls with devastating power! His package was only dead meat!
Unnecessarily, she repeated her deadly strike once more. His mouth flew open,
he cupped his hand around his destroyed nut-sack and fell to ground like a
sack of potatoes. Now the black beauty stood over the wrecked body of the male
fighter and shouted: "Common boy, get up! Try to take it like a GIRL!"

At least, our private (an Arab like me) was able to overcome the Amazon troop
leader (a hot-looking blond). He had thrown her down and sat now with spread
legs on her stomach. With his hands he kept her arms under control, but
suddenly, she used her free legs as head scissors. Thus, he was strangled and
had to release her arms in the vain attempt to remove her legs from his neck.
This dirty slattern immediately grabbed with both hands into his completely
exposed package and applied a so-called "nutcracker" on his balls! Since his
both eggs were about to be popped, he quickly passed out cold.

Of course, I was shocked that my mates were beaten up this quickly. But there
was no more time to consider upon it as another Amazon attacked me. In horror,
I recognized her: It was the same who had castrated one of our boys by stomps
some days ago. She still wore his jeans as I recognized from some coffee
stains. And even worse: Close to her crotch there were some yogurt-like
smudges which obviously resulted from cracking his eggs. She guessed my
thoughts from my dazedly look. "Yeah, his cock left some souvenirs when I
popped his balls! You should see his shorts that I wear underneath! They are
soaked with cream so that they are stiff like your cock will never be again
after this fight!" Saying that, she immediately attacked me. Fortunately, I
could block her kicks towards my groin, but this made her even more furious!
She ran against me using all her strength. I was surprised by her sudden
assault so that I couldn't prevent her hand from sliding in between my legs.
She immediately found what she was looking for. "It's good that you Arabs are
this well-hung. So I don't need to waste time to search some tiny ballsies!
But soon, you will feel that is not always good to have a big package!" And
now, she squeezed my nut-sack merciless. Immediately, I felt dizzy with
nausea. Even though I was only partly conscious, I felt how my underwear
soaked with some droplets from my cock which she literally squeezed out of my
sack like from a sponge. But the moisture she surely felt, didn't make her
stop squeezing! Finally, I broke down, even unable to cry.

I was still paralyzed from the pain, when my Amazon enemy started to undress
me. I couldn't do anything when she stripped down my jeans and cotton briefs.
The girl grinned at the sight of my shriveled cock and told me: "I don't know
why I wasted money to buy some female slips; I can easily gather all required
uniforms from you guys!" Thus having spoken, she stripped off her Levis jeans
and the nylon shorts of the former (castrated) owner. She showed me the
cream-stains in these shorts and put on my white briefs with some fresh
smudges as she commented. The other boys were in the same situation like me,
and also had to allow their underwear to change the owner. Some of them wore
nylon shorts underneath which were obviously the favorite prize of many girls.
While "my" girl dressed her jeans again, she taunted: "I can really feel how
all your strength goes over to me while I wear your briefs. Don't you feel
boy, how you get weaker and weaker laying around battered and naked?!" Of
course, this dirty slut didn't forget to ram my own carrot into my asshole!
Finally she put her undressed shorts into the pocket of her soldier jeans,
took my recruit jeans and went away with the other girls, joking and giggling.
After having a bit recovered from the pain and removed the carrots from our
assholes, we had to walk back to our HQ, beaten and nakedly. Some young
(non-Amazon) girls seeing us on our way, made fun of us, and in our status we
couldn't even attack them. With this kind of advertisement, it was easy for
the Amazons to recruit new young fighters.