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.

10. An Unpleasant Surprise

After the awful defeat in our HQ, we decided to take revenge and to attack the
Amazons' HQ as well. It was clear that they surely expected our attack and
that it was therefore difficult to profit from an surprise effect. Thus, our
only chance was to attack in massive majority and with best trained staff.
Therefore, we prepared especially our youngsters for this battle. At the day
of the attack, I had to run a mixed team consisting of 4 young recruits and
two experienced soldiers. Among them were two of my brothers: The 15-year-old
recruit Ahmed, who had already lost his left ball in a fight against a kid
Amazon, and the 18-year-old soldier Amman. Even though he had already bad and
painful experiences, Ahmed didn't want to wear a cup so that I had to give him
and the other rookies the military order to do it. Thus, the uniforms of my
fighters consisted of the following layers: hard cup (directly on the body),
cotton briefs or tight fitting nylon shorts or female thongs (the rookies
preferred the latter ones) and tight fitting jeans. Some boys wore additional
protectors like breast or shin guards like football players.

We were able to approach the Amazon HQ without being seen. While our HQ was
built like a bunker, the girls' HQ was a normal one-story building with many
windows and a simple entrance door, so that we would be easily able to enter
from many sides at once! We waited till all our troops were close enough and
ready, then we suddenly attacked the building from all sides. As we had
supposed, the Amazons were well prepared for our attack as they had fully
equipped fighters at all doors and windows. Our first attack wave consisting
mainly of young rookies was therefore completely absorbed (overwhelmed) by the
Amazon guards: Every entering jeanser was immediately attacked by at least two
well trained female fighters. They quickly disrobed and "discupped" the male
invaders, and then those were paralyzed by hits and kicks into their privates.
I could hear the moaning and shrieking of our kid fighters when the girls
attacked or even cracked their teenage balls!

Our more experienced soldiers formed the next attack wave. Still the Amazons
were able to keep them under control, even though it was clearly to be seen
that they had major difficulties since these boys were tougher fighters and
many girls were still occupied by our rookies. But similar to the Amazon
attack against our HQ, the female smell "agent" helped these dirty slatterns
to fight down our soldiers. Seems, the air in whole HQ was filled with this
female smell causing our boys to get a hard-on as soon as they entered. In
fact this chemical weapon was very effective: If a boy gets a hard-on in a
tight fitting cup, the pain of his stiffening but hindered dick will force him
to open the jeans and take out the cup to free his aching cock. If the cup is
not properly fixed, his cock will develop to full size, thus pushing the cup
out of proper fit. Then, a single female kick or stomp will send the boy to
the ground. And many boys rolled helplessly on the ground, cupping their sore
balls without having been "disarmored" before! Among them was my tough black
soldier: His huge cock surely must have put his cup out of work while HE
stiffened. An Amazon stood above him, kept his legs straddles with her arms
and stomped again and again against his groin till he passed out cold!

As third and last attack wave me and the other higher rank jeansers entered
the building. Meanwhile, the situation had changed to our favor: More and more
Amazons were overwhelmed, bound and disrobed. And more and more often, we met
Amazons which were not prepared for a fight since they had been out of service
at our attack. These girls didn't wear proper equipment or were partly
sleeping and thus could be easily overcome. But the agent was a real problem:
Only some seconds after entering the HQ, I had a hard-on growing out of my
cup, while my balls were still covered. Only some meters away from me, my
brother Amman obviously had the same problem, but he kept on fighting.
Suddenly he was attacked by a tough Asian karate girl. I could hear loud plops
from his plastic cup each time the girl fired her knee into his groin.
Finally, he broke down, cupping his hands around his aching package. The Asian
girl didn't waste time but immediately started to strip down his jeans. Since
she couldn't get down his tight fitting white nylon shorts, she simply cut the
sheer cloth by a knife and took out his plastic cup. I wanted to help my
brother and rushed against this slut. But before I could attack her, she
suddenly kicked from her position on the ground against my privates. As she
could see my fully developed hard-on in my tight jeans, she drove her high
heel directly against the head of my cock. Point blank! I was paralyzed for
some seconds, long enough for her to bring me down and to strip down my jeans,
too! I wanted to fight her off, but another chop of her hand against my glands
stopped me. The next thing I realized was that I lay parallel to my brother,
my and my brothers' packages were uncovered and this slattern sat between us
having one hand in each of our crotches! She started to squeeze our left
balls, both our bodies spasmed and convulsed in pain. When I thought it
couldn't be worse, I suddenly felt something like a thunder bolt inside my
left egg: She had cracked it! Before I passed out, I saw that she had done the
same to my brother Amman exactly the same moment!

When I came to consciousness again, the fights were already over, and our
troops had really won! All Amazons were under control and bond. Our boys
already plundered all equipment they found in the storage rooms. Despite the
intensive pain in my nut-sack, I stood up. Still, some of our fighters -
especially young recruits of the first attack wave - lay unconsciously on the
ground. The jeans and cups of most of them were stripped down, and from the
shapeless structure of their nut-sacks I saw that many had been cracked by the
Amazons. Some of them were accurately bond, and they even had a carrot or
cucumber in their asshole! Among them, I found my 15-year-old brother Ahmed. I
woke him up and cut the chains. He moaned and cupped his hands around his
package. I helped him to get the cucumber out of his tortured ass and examined
his nut-sack: There was only a pulpy mass. These dirty bitches had cracked his
second ball, too, so that he was a complete castrato, now! I swore to take
revenge for his castration.

Outside, we found the captive girls. Our victorious boys had taken all their
equipment and clothing except their bras (for which they had no use) so that
their rank was still recognizable. The other clothing was already distributed
among the winners. Many boys had exchanged their equipment for better jeans,
underwear and cups which they took from the storage room or directly from
captive girls. Many jeansers were already screwing their prisoners! To
humiliate the captive Amazons, even our kids - at least those who were still
able to! - were allowed to bump and grind their officers. My castrated brother
showed me the girl who had taken his virility, but was of course not able to
get a hard-on to take revenge. So I did it, even though my left ball was
cracked as well and still sore. I had a violent orgasm. Afterwards, we rammed
the cucumber into her pussy which had formerly already hurt my brother's
asshole! (The cucumber was still dirty, and this Amazon was not happy to have
it stuffed into her slit after I had already tossed my cream into her!) As
soon as we found the Asian girl who had cracked Amman and me, Amman gave her
the same treatment as I had done to the other girl.

Now we had time to inspect the HQ. On the walls of many rooms, we found
captured male shorts, briefs and especially jockstrap + cup combinations which
the girls had fixed as souvenirs on the walls. The underwear was turned inside
out so that the visitor could clearly see the yellow cock-spots of the former
owners. Some cups were even shut through so that they were full with the blood
of the boys who had worn and died in it! These dirty slatterns were even proud
of their work!

Finally, the finished and humiliated Amazons were brought as prisoners to our
HQ. Only few Amazons had been able to refuge our custody. We thought that we
had defeated them completely and that we'd never have again any trouble with
them.

To be continued ...