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.

8. Head-Quarter

At that time, I was a prison warder in the cellar of our HQ. We kept
approximately 50 Amazons, many of them youngsters, as prisoners to serve us as
training partners. With some recruits, I trained different techniques on these
girls. I showed them how to kick and hit girlish tits and groin. Some girls
already lay moaning on the ground, cupping their aching slits and titties. One
of my rookies was trying some stomps between the legs of an Amazon when we all
got suddenly very horny. Of course, we screwed the prisoners. But as soon as
we put our equipment on, we got a hard-on again! At first, I thought it's only
me, but I saw that my recruits also had problems to fix their cups against
their stiffening cocks. And those guys who didn't wear a cup, showed a clear
hard-on in their tight fighting shorts and jeans. We also heard voices from
upstairs, but we didn't care about this and simply screwed some more prisoner
Amazons. But our cocks seemed to get harder and harder!

Suddenly, the prison doors flew open and many Amazon rushed inside coming down
from upstairs. Before we even could react, they pushed many of our soldiers
against the cages in which the prisoners were kept. From inside, immediately
many hands grabbed for these boys. Their arms and legs were held tight and
their jeans and cups were quickly stripped down! Then, the imprisoned Amazons
inside the cages mistreated and partly even cracked the nuts of my soldiers!

Me and some other guys tried to fight against the invaders, but our defense
was weak and short. The biggest problem was that because of our boners, our
cups were practically useless. (As I found out later, the Amazon used a female
smell agent which they had pumped through the ventilation system into our HQ.
This agent caused all guys a hard-on and thus helped the girls during the
fights.) I felt how my raging hard-on pushed my hockey-cup out of proper fit.
An Amazon of about my age attacked me. I tried a fist cuff to her tits, but
she dodged and sent a straight kick to my groin. Normally, these hockey cups
are very tough and easily absorb such an attack. But because of my boner, the
cup couldn't take the bite out of this kick. I was distracted and thus
couldn't prevent her from approaching me so that she was able to hold me tight
and drive her knee straight upward against my cup. At every knee stroke, my
nut sack hopped and was shaken, because these hockey cups don't reach between
the legs and therefore only offer average protection against upwardly directed
attacks! Extreme discomfort is just a slight understanding of what I felt.
Finally, I slipped to the ground, unable to fight. Despite the pain between my
legs and even though I had already screwed two girls today, I was very horny.
My cock was still semi-stiff. The Amazon grabbed my cup through the thin jeans
cloth and started to shake it. She didn't need long, and I pumped my whole
load into the cup. Some mates were treated similarly. The girls stripped down
our jeans and cups and finally forced us to drink the cream of a mate out of
his cup!

Without further resistance, the invaders freed their imprisoned mates. Then,
they all together quickly disarmed, disrobed and "disarmored" (cups) their
last resisting former warders! The Amazons were especially keen about the
boys' Banana cups. These are yellow plastic cups that reach far between the
legs, thus offering good protection for both sexes. A girl usually wears it a
little bit lower so that it reaches up to her asshole and thus her pussy is
completely covered.

The girl who had been stomped in the groin some minutes ago, stood now over
her former torturer and asked the other girls what to do to him. "Crack his
nuts!", was the answer. She had already taken his jeans so that he just wore
white shiny nylon shorts without any protection. This nasty bitch took his
both legs, straddled them and stomped again and again in between! After some
stomps, he passed out, his shorts soaked with his cream that escaped through
his cock from his scrambled eggs! The other girls asked whether she succeeded,
and this young Amazon felt for his nut sack: "Yea, it's just a mushy pulp!"
Step by step, all boys who didn't quickly surrender were cracked.

Afterwards, we were brought upstairs where we had to realize that all our
mates had been overwhelmed and were now under control of the victorious
Amazons! Even a Major - wearing black nylon shorts - was among the prisoners!
Amazingly, the girls had left us our underwear so that our rank could be
distinguished. The Amazons had a roll-call in which all units (troops,
companies ...) presented their prisoners. We had to lie in front of our
conquerors with stripped down shorts while the Amazons stood proud and fully
equipped - often wearing captured male cups! - in a square. For every boy,
it's the most humiliating situation that an opponent girl wears his captured
cup or underwear, thus reminding him of the weakness of his male sex (organ)!

Now the girls examined our HQ. They found and plundered the storage room in
which we kept all our equipment (male and female jeans and pants, silk shorts,
cups and captured pussy guards). And in the laundry they found a lot of dirty
underwear (regular briefs, jockstraps, nylon shorts but also captured female
panties worn by our boys) waiting for wash. To torture and humiliate us even
more, the girls ordered us to exchange our underwear for this dirty stuff.
Especially they wanted to avoid that any boy wore female underwear, thus
showing that even Amazon brigades could be overcome. Of course, it was not
allowed to change the color of the underwear (and thus the rank). According to
my rank of a corporal, an Amazon handed me kid size light-blue nylon shorts.
As I recognized from the intensive yellow stains, one of our youngsters had
worn it without cup. They were very tight (27'') and dirty, anyway. I wanted
to refuse, but she forced me to put it on. "How does it feel to have intimate
contact to the yellow cock-spots and brown skid-marks of a mate?", she taunted
me.

To humiliate us even more, the Amazons ordered our kid recruits and soldiers
to screw their officers. As a corporal, I was among the officers who had to
bend over and strip down their shorts. From behind, a kid jeanser started to
bump and grind my asshole. Shortly before I passed out from the dry fucking,
he was stopped for that he didn't cum (and thus had fun!). Then, the next
recruit fucked me for three minutes - that seemed to last an eternity - and so
on. The other officers were treated similar - the higher his rank, the rougher
and more often he had to be screwed! After ten well hung boys, our major
passed out cold.

Finally, many of our boys were nakedly locked in the cages, where we formerly
kept the captive Amazons. We other jeansers were brought to the Amazon HQ. Of
course, we had to carry all captured equipment for the girls. Beside many
parcels of uniforms and protective gear, we also had to give them our TV sets
and washing machines. Thus, we would not be able anymore to wash our dirty
uniforms! This means, if we would have any uniforms: At the moment, we only
had those dirty shorts and regular briefs which we wore. Of course, at the
moment of the Amazon attack, some of our troops were out of the HQ and thus,
they were still equipped. But since the Amazons had taken anything from our
storage incl. the dirty underwear, we had lost at least 80% of our equipment!

The Amazons kept us about one week as prisoners and training partners for
their young fighters. During these training lessons, many of our boys were
cracked (i.e. partly or completely castrated). Finally, they let us go ...
after humiliating us even more by driving a carrot into each boy!