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 is about tough
fights between a female and a male gang. Abusing the boys‘ "weak spots" often
helps the girls.

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 sliding from behind 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.

3. A new Strategy

After this and some more awfully lost fights and cracked nuts, we realized
that due to our vulnerable balls, we had no chance against the Amazons in a
direct fight. Therefore, we decided to wear cups to protect our most sensitive
parts. This was especially for me as an Arab very hard since we are very proud
of our virility and mostly love to show off our well built packages in tight
fitting jeans. Now, I had to hide and cover my family jewels for that they
were not cracked. By accident, we had found that girls are easy to hurt
between the legs, too: During a fight, one of our boys had driven his knee
into the exposed pussy of an attacking Amazon. The effect on her was as
destructive as on a boy. Yelling in pain, she cupped her aching slit with her
hands and fell to ground, unable to fight! And her tits were even more
vulnerable! From now on, we started to exploit the weak spots (tits and groin)
of the girls. In the beginning, this tactic worked very well: The attacks of
the Amazons failed and we could overwhelm, capture and screw many girls or
even whole troops. Thus, we could recapture some male but also female jeans
and underwear. After the Amazons had worn it for a certain time, it took a
strong female (fish) smell, which made me and the other boys really horny.
Therefore we proudly wore captured jeans or underwear and avoided to wash
them, even if they had clear stains from the menstruation period: This was the
proof that we had really captured them from girls! Another typical sign that a
girl had worn the jeans before, is the worn out material right between the
legs since – unlike boys – girls don't walk with spread legs. But quickly, the
Amazons found a new strategy how to overcome our troops: They attacked us
always in majority so that 2 girls fought against one boy. One girl kept his
arms under control while the other stripped down his jeans and cup. As soon as
his balls were "deliberated" from his protector, precise chops and kicks
finished the boy! I was also involved in such a fight. At that time, instead
of underwear I wore a solid metal cup which was fixed by means of cords
similar to a thong slip. The cup was very strong at any kind of attack, so I
felt very safe. But 2 girls attacked me, one sat on my belly for that I
couldn't move and kept my arms occupied. I felt how the other stripped down my
Lewis-jeans (corresponding to my rank of a soldier). Underneath, she just
found my metal cup, no further underwear. She tried to open the cords, but
this was not so easy. (In fact, it was always difficult to go to toilet with
this cup!) The girl got angry and drove her hands from both sides underneath
the cup, squeezing my balls! Thus, she forced me to tell her how to open the
cords. After she had taken my cup, she even ordered me to help her to put it
on! With her left hand, she pressed it like a shield against her Venus mound,
while I had to fix the cords. Two cords went left and right around her hips
from front to back. The third cord was pulled between her legs through pussy
and ass crack. On the back, all 3 cords were fixed together. Honestly
speaking, the metal shield looked great on her: Martial, strong and
unbeatable, nicely highlighting her female body and her fighting ability! But
at the same moment, it was the most humiliating thing to see her posing with
my most private piece of equipment. Only some minutes ago, this cup had
protected my now vulnerable balls, while it was now taking the fish smell of
the slit of this slattern! Another boy was attacked from behind. I knew he
wore a hockey cup underneath his jeans. These hockey cups have a jockstrap
design so that they don't need a further supporter. The girl behind him choked
him by pulling her left arm around his neck, while her right hand went down to
his groin. Seems, the Amazons had some training on different cups, because she
immediately recognized the kind of cup and knew what to do: She grabbed the
cup through the thin jeans cloth and started to shake it intensively.
Obviously, her intention was to loosen it, because at the same time, she
pulled it rightwards. Some girls shouted "Yeah, take his egg- cup away and
crack his eggs!" Finally, she succeeded and his left ball slipped out! As soon
as she recognized this, she hit several times against his unprotected nut. The
pain in the boy's package was excruciating. His whole body convulsed, finally,
he broke down. Another couple fought on the ground. The Amazon succeeded to
open the boy's zip and to slip her into his jeans underneath his
cup-jockstrap-combination. It took her just some seconds to find his
vulnerable balls. Squeezing them roughly, she forced him to surrender! My
other mates were overcome similarly. The girls just needed to collect the
uniforms and equipment of our fighters. Boys with jockstrap cups mostly didn't
wear any further underwear since those cups had sufficient hold. Just that a
jockstrap doesn't cover the ass so that their jeans often showed clear stains
from the asshole. The girls collecting our equipment immediately recognized
this and taunted the owners by proudly showing their jeans to the other
Amazons.

Since we sometimes fought successfully against the Amazons, we had already
(re)captured a lot of uniforms. After overwhelming an enemy soldier, my rank
had increased from recruit to soldier, so that I wore her Levis jeans and
white nylon shorts underneath. But the Amazons had found another technique to
crack our cups: Many girls were now equipped with staple guns by which they
shot into the boys' cups. Even though the whole staple could not burst through
to cup, the pointed edges penetrated through the plastic and further into the
cock flesh underneath! The attacked boy was always only slightly hurt
(practically two pin pricks in his cock or balls), but due to a boy's high
sensitivity in this area, he was paralyzed with pain and could be easily
overwhelmed by his enemy-girl. During a fight, I was able to get a girl down
and to take away her staple gun. I slid it between her legs till it aimed like
a revolver against her bush! "Do you give?!", I demanded. She did. "Lay down
and spread your legs!" She did again. I bent over her and pressed the staple
gun against her completely exposed pussy (which looked hot as the worn-out
jeans fabric tightened around it!). While I was still considering whether or
not I should shoot, I suddenly felt another staple gun at the soft part
between my nut-sack and asshole, right where a girl has her pussy. (Of course
I wore a cup, but it was to small to cover this area.) Suddenly, I felt an
incredible, pungent pain: The other Amazon, who had approached me from behind,
had fired her staple gun into my unprotected soft parts! Crazy with pain, I
weltered on the ground, helplessly pressing my hands between my legs! Both
girls stood around me, laughing and making fun of me. The girl whose staple
gun I had taken, started to undress me. When she tugged down my jeans, the
staple – that fixed the jeans to my crotch – was torn out too. Another wave of
pain! After the Amazon had taken my jeans and egg cup, I regained full
consciousness. Since the girls were in majority, not only me, but all my mates
were under control of female fighters. Like my overwhelmed mates around me, I
still wore my nylon shorts. The girls bound our arms on the back and brought
us to some trees. Here, they tied the underwear of each boy to a rope and
tugged him upwards so that finally, we all were suspended. Since my whole
body- weight lasted on the nylon-cloth in my crotch, I quickly felt dizzy from
the pain my privates were exposed to. My mates were in the same situation, but
since the blood-circulation "down there" was hindered, some guys involuntarily
got a hard-on. The Amazons giggled as the sight of helplessly hanging male
fighters made them proud of their work! Collecting our jeans and cups from the
lawn and making stupid jokes, they left us. I was already about to pass out,
when another troop of our boys finally came and freed us.

Thus, the Amazons did not only wear our captured jeans and briefs but even our
cups (at least, if they had an extended shape and reached between the legs to
cover a girl's slit)! Surely, I don't need to explain how humiliating it feels
for every boy to see a female fighter wearing his most intimate gear! The
other problem was that due to this protection, we had even more difficulties
to fight against the Amazons: Often, our soldiers had no cups themselves but
had to fight against "cupped" girls! In a close fight on the ground, a girl
often abused her male cup as nutcracker, squeezing her opponent's nuts by
pressing her hard- cupped abdomen against his unprotected package! And even
worse: Nowadays many Amazons wore especially designed female protective gear
like breast and groin guards. Since this equipment was perfectly adapted to
the female body, it protected them even better. The first time we captured
such stuff was after a won fight when a whole Amazon company had surrendered
to our superior troops. We took the cloths of our enemies and were astonished
to find tit and slit protectors underneath. It was the first time, I saw such
gear. In Arabia, women are not allowed to go out of the house alone, not to
mention making sports! Therefore, there is no female sports equipment. But
here, these dirty bitches had professional gear which they successfully used
against us! Of course, captured slit protectors were useless for us since they
don't offer any cavity for a boy's package. The only thing they could be used
for was making us horny since they took the female smell of the Amazon
wearers.

6. Fights become tougher

In the last time, the Amazons were very successful in recruiting more and more
young girls. Therefore, we wanted to solve this problem ultimately. We thought
it's enough to hurt some girls badly or kill them, and then, all girls would
be afraid and quit the Amazon army. Therefore, we introduced rippers, i.e.
boys with sharp knives which had the task to slash a girl's pussy. Meanwhile,
my rank was private, and I also had a knife, even though I had not used it by
now. Only once, I had helped a comrade to finish a girl off: I had held her
down, while he forced her legs apart and ripped her pussy up to the ass! (The
knives were double- bladed so that they could be used in either direction once
they were driven into her slit.) The effect on the girl was in the sense of
this word "fetal". In the beginning, this new tactic helped us to keep the
Amazons down. But the result was not – as we hoped – that their fighters
quitted, but they introduced archers in response! The dangerous thing about
them was that they could crack even a cupped a boy from a distance, so that
our rippers didn't even have the chance to get close to their victims. One
day, we met an Amazon troop. Including me, we were 4 rippers which had the
task to stop them. Three of my mates draw their knives to run against the
girls. Two guys broke down immediately, deadly hit by arrows! Two bow girls
had cracked their nut-shells from 60 m distance without any effort! Another
boy reached the girls, but he could use his knife only once, ripping the pussy
of an Amazon. Afterwards, he was immediately brought down by two girls: One
held him down, while the other stripped down his jeans. Underneath, she found
a metal protective cup fixed with cords similar to a thong. I thought she
would cut the cords to have access to his balls, but her plans were much
worse: She snatched his knife and lay it on his belly with the blade directed
towards his groin. With a firm grip of her hand, she drove the knife downward,
sliding it underneath his cup! Since the knife was double-bladed, she pushed
it left and rightward again and again till she was sure that she had cut off
both his cock and nut-sack! The girls turned him face to ground so that his
cut-off privates fell into the metal cup. "Poached eggs on a metal pan!",
giggled the girls. Another boy – I knew that he didn't wear a cup – attacked a
girl and threw her down to ground so that he lay on her in a classical screw
position. His hands pressed her arms to the ground; it seemed that he got her
completely under control. Nevertheless, he moaned in agony. None of us had
seen that this Amazon wore a special kind of cup with a pointed thorn
protruding through her jeans! While our recruit had thrown her down, the
knife-thorn had slashed his privates! "Now you are thorned", explained the
Amazon to her dying victim. She turned the whole human parcel around so that
she was now lying on top of him. Her abdomen performed some violent movements
slashing her victim's package more and more. Finally, she stood up, and now I
could see the bloody and "creamed" thorn. Another boy with cup attacked her,
since he saw the thorn too late. When he became aware of it, his movements
halted in shock! Unsure as he was, it was easy for the Amazon to push him down
so that she lay in top of him as if she wanted to screw him. It took her just
some seconds to find one of the aeration holes of his hard cup and to screw
her thorn into it! Now she rammed her armored pussy forth and back causing
each time high-pitch shrieks of her badly hurt victim. She didn't stop before
the boy could only moan. The proud Amazon fighter stood up, admired her work
and was ready to kill some more guys. The boy on the ground cupped his hand
around the bloody jeans cloth on his groin, before he passed out cold. Another
boy had died still wearing his cup! Seeing this, me and the other guys quickly
surrendered: We threw away our weapons and stripped down our jeans and cups,
showing our bare privates and asses to the girls as sign of submission. The
girls shouted with joy and gathered our equipment.

But the Amazons were not always victorious, especially not since we had
introduced archers, too. Meanwhile, many of our guys had bows, crossbows and
knives. One day, we encountered an Amazon troop of approximately 20 soldiers
led by a lieutenant. Because of the heat, they only wore captured male nylon
shorts, maybe pussy guards or cup + thong slip underneath. They were organized
in 4 troops of 4 soldiers, each one led by a corporal (light blue shorts). The
Amazon soldiers wore semitransparent white shorts through which we could
recognize parts of the underwear or protective gear. According to her rank,
the lieutenant wore tight dark blue shorts and probably a slit protector
underneath, as we guessed from the shape of her groin. Our troop consisted
only of 2 teams of 4 soldiers, led by 2 corporals (me and another guy). Our
troop leader was a sergeant. Even though we were in minority, we decided to
kill some female fighters by means of archers, hoping the rest would surrender
then. Thus, we approached them, always hiding in the bushes. I draw my bow
against an Amazon soldier. She lay on the ground enjoying the sun. Her legs
were slightly spread, so that I could see her pussy through the thin, shiny
nylon cloth. She wore a male metal cup which normally offers unbeatable
protection against archers. But it was pushed somewhat more to front, on her
Venus mound and didn't cover her slit. From my position in the bushes, I saw
precisely the edge of the hard cup and the cords along her pussy with which it
was fixed. I targeted and my arrow rushed straight into its target. The hit
girl moaned, her hands cupped her pussy, in a vain attempt to get out the
arrow and to fight the intensive pain! But the arrow stuck much too deep in
her vagina, there was no help for her anymore. My mates had succeeded as well:
Three more Amazons, two of them corporals, were hit deadly: With both
corporals, the arrows had struck through the pussy guard and the male plastic
cup, respectively. Both female fighters lay moaning on the ground. The other
girl – a soldier – had been targeted from behind. The arrow had entered close
to her asshole, traveled through her abdomen and came out at the other side in
her Venus mound, which was covered by a male plastic cup. For all of us it was
a joy to see that these Amazons were not so unbeatably strong as their
reputation. (Some guys seemed nearly to get a hard-on while seeing these
feared female fighters die!) Our plan worked: The other girls surrendered,
stripped down their uniform shorts and stretch underwear and threw away their
cups and cunt protectors. We took them as prisoners and ordered them to hand
over their male shorts, thongs and G-strings, cups and weapons, immediately.
Many Amazons wore male Banana cups, which reach far between the legs (for a
girls, actually up to the asshole!), so that they cover the pussy completely.
(Since I'm from Arabia, I still don't understand how a girl can even dare to
wear male clothing! And even worse: They had taken it from boys, overwhelming
them simply by attacking their sensitive family jewels! In Arabia, no woman
would even dare to think about this, and would of course be sentenced to die.)
But now, we proudly took the recaptured underwear. By now, I just wore thin,
tight nylon shorts with a simply plastic cup in it. According to my rank, I
captured the light blue thong slip of an Amazon corporal and wore it now as
supporter for my cup underneath my shorts. And I exchanged my small plain cup
for an XXL-size Banana cup of the same girl because it seemed to offer better
protection. Then, the captured girls were led to a hut. Here we had some
instruments of torture. One girl had to strip off all clothes except the
boyish nylon shorts she wore as underwear. Then, she was bound spread-eagled
to a wooden cross, so that her pussy was nicely seen through the
semitransparent white nylon tightening around her Venus mound. One of our boys
– a strong Turkish with metal cup – took a torch and set her nylon shorts on
fire! The sparkling nylon burnt quick and fast. The helpless girl was
shrieking in pain as the flames burnt through the fabric, lighting her pubic
hairs and skin. After a minute or so, her nylon shorts were completely burnt
down, and the girl was dead. We decided to sterilize an Amazon as many of our
comrades had been castrated by Amazons. The girl chosen was stripped
completely naked and tied to the wooden cross on which her mate had died
before. A boy of my troop proudly took the white nylon shorts this girl had
worn by now to wear it instead of his white cotton briefs. Then, he took a
baseball racket and slit it into her exposed pussy. Afterwards, he drove it
several times full force upward, always striking her vagina: Tack! Tack! Tack!
The girl winced in agony, and after 3 or 4 blows, she passed out cold! – Not
dead, but at least sterilized and unable to move or fight for some days or
weeks. When I cut her fetters, she fell unconsciously to ground. To get some
information about the strength of other girl troops, I decided to torture a
girl by electroshocks. I chose the Amazon corporal whose thong slip and cup I
wore and bound her nakedly on the wooden cross. I pushed the cathode into her
asshole and the anode into her exposed slit. Then, I sent electric shock-waves
through her abdomen! Every time, the girl winced in pain, and her whole body
tightened! As a reflex, she tried to close her legs, but this didn't stop the
electric flux, of course! She told us everything we wanted to hear, but it was
such a fun to torture her that I didn't stop before she passed out cold.
Another torture instrument was a vise with a pair of metal sheets on its
ferrules. We disrobed the Amazon lieutenant and placed her on top of the
closed vise so that both sheets slipped into her cunt. We wanted to force her
to give us some further secret information, but she refused to answer.
Therefore, we started to wind the vise open so that the gap between the plates
became larger and larger, thus splitting her cunt! She shrieked in pain, but
just called us dirty bastards who will soon be castrated. Finally, her pussy
was completely ripped up to the asshole. Her perineum was completely torn, and
blood rushed out of her slit. The other Amazons were completely shocked and
cupped their hands around their pussy in pain and sympathy, while we boys
yelled and applauded. Our troop leader, a sergeant, proudly showed the dark
blue shorts and the pussy guard in the same color of this girl. "Even in
minority, we are always able to crack an Amazon unit!", he explained. "Here in
my hands I have the proof: The battle equipment of a once proud female warrior
and her shattered body to my feet!" He even put on her shorts posing in them!
He wanted to add some more, but suddenly, Amazon fighters rushed from all side
inside the hut. Of course, we were not able to keep our prisoners under
control AND defend against the invaders. Thus, we all were quickly overcome by
these agile female fighters. (Our former prisoners were still naked but
nevertheless very strong and brutal!) Purely accidentally, I was overwhelmed
by two of my younger sisters belonging to the invaders. One held me down while
the other stripped down my light blue shorts. Underneath, I still wore the
captured thong with the cup inside. I tried to defend, but this was no real
handicap for my sisters since they were two against me and obviously well
trained! While I was partly able to keep 19- year-old Elissa under control, my
16-year-old sister Arachna attacked me from behind: Her hand slid in between
my legs and tugged my thong slip sideward, so that she easily took my cup
away. Then, her hand brutally attacked my now naked nut-sack! At first, I
tried to break out, but she ordered: "Calm down, big brother, or you'll whine
one octave higher!" I couldn't help but surrendered. Since the Amazons were in
clear majority, the fight was only short, and not only me, but all boys were
quickly under control of these cruel female fighters. The victorious girls
decided to take revenge for their killed mates. They chose our troop leader,
the sergeant, and disrobed him. Amazingly, they left him his plastic cup
inside his captured tight green female G-string. I thought, they would take
his cup away to mistreat his balls, but their plan was even more evil: They
brought him to the vise and bent him over it so that his cup – and thus his
package! – was in between the ferrules. Now, one Amazon started to wind the
vise close while two other Amazons held our sergeant for that he couldn't
break out. Both ferrules had already reached the edges of his cup. In the face
of the Amazon, I could see that it was now harder to wind the vise. But of
course, a plastic cup cannot stand a vise very long! With a loud burst, the
cup yielded the unbeatable strength of the closing vise, and it shattered into
many pieces. The sergeant convulsed in mortal agony before he passed out cold.
The Amazons giggled in evil triumph. The one who wound the vise asked: "Every
boy who dares to wear captured female underwear, has to expect this treatment!
Who wants to be the next?!" I was really in panic that they would choose me,
because as a corporal, I was the next according to my rank. But at first, the
Amazons took revenge on the Turkish who had kindled one of their mates. The
girls stripped off his clothes except his metal cup (it was fixed by thongs
and didn't need a further supporter). Now, he was bound to the cross where the
girl had died some minutes ago. My youngest sister Arachna took the torch and
held it underneath his metal cup. It took just some seconds till the flame had
heated the cup making the tough boy at first moan and later shriek with high
voice like a girl! Crazy with pain, he threw his strong body back and forth in
a vain attempt to break out of his chains. After some more seconds he passed
out cold. My sister splashed some water on his cup, and the droplet
immediately vaporized! "Now he has fried eggs!", she taunted. All girls
giggled, not caring about the badly injured boy! The boy who had sterilized
one girl, also had to face the cruel response of the Amazons: He was disrobed
except the white nylon shorts he had taken from this girl. Now he was bound to
the wooden cross where the eggs of his mate had been roasted before. Since the
sterilized girl was still in total agony, another Amazon took the baseball
racket and – Tack! Tack! Tack! – hit into his exposed, unprotected groin till
he got scrambled eggs! After 3 strikes, the cream flew from his battered balls
through is cock into his shorts. The boy lost consciousness while his white
shorts got transparent soaking with his cream. "Wow, that looks nice! Now we
can Ann give back her shorts! She'll be proud to have the last fertile cream
of a castrated jeanser!", shouted an Amazon. The Amazon corporal whom I had
mistreated by electroshocks had meanwhile recovered. She came over to me and
without any resistance from me, she took my nylon shorts, her cup and thong
slip. Enjoying this moment, she put on my shorts and told me: "Common honey,
you know what you have to do: Go to the cross and make an eagle!" Thus, I was
bound to the wooden cross with spread legs so that all parts of my male body
were well-exposed and easy to reach. "How was it?! The cathode into the
asshole?! (Accompanied by my moaning, she guided it in!) And the anode into
the ureter?!" She tried to push the metal anode in, but it was to big. The
only result was my shrieking! "Make him hard at first!", was the advice from
the audience. "Good idea!" She pressed her thong slip (that I had proudly worn
for nearly one hour!) on my face. Against my will, my cock started to raise!
Now she forced the anode into my ureter; I was about to pass out with pain!
"OK boy, now I will have fun! Saying this, this dirty slattern sent shock-wave
after shock-wave through my groin. It was as if my balls were thunder-struck!
After the 5th or 6th strike, I passed out cold. When I woke up again, someone
had already cut my fetters and the Amazons were attracted by a black soldier
whose big Banana cup obviously was still to small to cover his huge cock. The
girls disrobed him completely and – wow! – his cock was at least 40 cm long
and 6 cm thick! One Amazon found what his cock looks like a snake, like an
anaconda. Another girl commented that it's dangerous to have a snake in the
camp and that it is the best to behead the snake! Thus, the black boy was
forced to a table on which is cock was laid. 4 Amazons were necessary to keep
him under control, while another girls chopped his cock by a hatchet! The head
of his cock was completely cut off, and blood streamed over the table! After
only some 30 seconds, the black soldier was bled out. But still the revenge of
the Amazons was not over! Next, they chose 2 of my soldiers to demonstrate the
efficiency of bows against cupped boys for some kid Amazons. The two boys wore
white shiny nylon shorts and captured female thongs + cups underneath. Only
dressed in these thongs but still with their cups, they were bound on trees:
One this his back to the tree, the other with his face. Now, an experienced
older Amazon showed to the younger recruits how to crack jeansers by bow. At
first, one boy was targeted from front; the arrow traveled through his TOUGH
GUARD plastic cup like a hot knife through butter! The Amazon and her recruits
walked over to the dying boy to study the damages the arrow had done. The
young chicks admired the burst cup, while my soldier was coughing blood. One
kid Amazon even taunted: "Seems, the GUARD was no TOUGH at all!" Everyone
giggled diabolically. Next, the Amazon explained how to crack a boy with metal
cup. Some chicks didn't want to believe that there is a chance at all to fight
such a well-armored boy. "The jeanser over there with his face to the tree,
has a metal armor. It is unbreakably even for a cross-bow.", explained the
older Amazon. "But it's easy to crack him from behind through his unprotected
asshole! Just look at his tight apple-ass!" Thus having spoken, the arrow
rushed against his target, traveled through the boy's abdomen, destroyed his
package and was finally stopped by his own egg-cup. Again, the Amazons admired
their work while the boy was dying. As last punishment, the Amazons decided to
impale the other corporal. He was a muscular, well hung black boy. Again, he
should die in his captured female slip for that no jeanser would dare anymore
to overwhelm Amazon troops and to take their equipment. Thus, he just had to
undress his light blue nylon shorts. Like with the other killed boys, the
girls even let him his cup since they wanted to demonstrate that it doesn't
provide any protection against their superhuman female power. The girls
pointed a stake on one side, so that its diameter became thicker and thicker
with increasing distance from its end. Two Amazons pressed the boy to ground
while two others rammed the pointed stake merciless into his asshole! (The
female thong he wore, was easily pushed sideward to give way for the stake!)
The strong black boy was whining in agony, but the girls didn't stop to drive
the stake deeper and deeper into his body. Finally, the stake had reached a
diameter that was far beyond what his pussy could stand: His asshole was torn
by the stake, blood shot up between his legs, and the boy passed out cold. (In
fact, the Amazons had taken over this punishment from us, because we had
already used the same procedure against the pussies of some female fighters!)
Afterwards, the Amazons let us go, of course naked and without any equipment.

Nowadays, the wide use of archers was a real danger for our troops since the
girls often hid in the bushes and suddenly attacked our troops marching on the
road. The Amazons handled their bows very accurately, and the arrows were
strong enough to beat through every plastic cup. And even boys with metal cups
were not safe since the Amazons had learned how to crack a boy from behind.
Therefore, we always sent scouts to search in the woods and bushed for deadly
archers. One day, our scout – a young recruit – climbed a tree to look out for
Amazon troops. He just wore thin white nylon shorts through which you could
see his plastic hockey cup in the jockstrap design leaving his ass-crack free.
Arrived at the top, he was about to shout something in panic, but just
shrieked and fell down! I approached his dead boy and saw an arrows in both
his crotch and ass at the same time. Obviously, two bow-girls had hit him
simultaneously, cracking his plastic cup and penetrating his asshole!
Suddenly, some boys around me broke down, deadly hit by arrows, even before we
knew, where we were attacked from! The hit boys helplessly rolled on the
ground, the arrows protruding like flags from their assholes and groins. For
an Amazon victory, it was enough to kill some boys, we others then surrendered
quickly! Thus, the Amazons had a lot of glorious victories, but even they had
to suffer from our archers, so that not only our but even their number
diminished. Therefore, both sides signed an agreement that using weapons was
illegal from now on.

7. Some new Experiences

After both sides had lost many fighters in the last months of cruel fights,
the Amazons started to recruit more and younger girls from the schools. These
14- to 16-year-old chicks were completely inexperienced and therefore an easy
prey for us! They were neither tall nor strong so that we could them easily
overwhelm. Thus many of our boys could make their wish come true to screw a
virgin. I know that at that time, the Amazons planned to turn these young
rookie troops into elite units, you know: young girls rule the world! But this
was just wishful thinking, the reality was completely vice versa: We captured
a lot of "childish" recruit stretch jeans and underwear, which were often too
slim and too short for us, as well as other useless pieces of equipment
(especially tit and slit guards). Often, this equipment was brand-new, because
this was the first fight of these chicks. And immediately, they were kept as
prisoners in our HQ! Often, we were able to overwhelm whole troops or
companies. As not only the Amazons, but also our troops had lost a lot of boys
due archers, we decided to use the same strategy and to hire young boys (from
15 to 18) in the schools. My younger brothers (15 and 17) had also joined our
gang. Often, these guys were slim enough to wear the captured girly stretch
jeans. This way, our army could not only save much money on equipment, but the
young rookies really liked to show off their captured female jeans pretending
they had overwhelmed the former owners themselves. Therefore they also liked
to wear captured female underwear with it. But quickly it turned out that not
only the young girlies but also our youngsters were poor fighters, but always
horny: They were easily impressed by the female allures of the Amazons and
quickly got a boner inside their cups. Some hard kicks to their groin was then
enough to finish them off. And most rookies refused to wear a cup, anyway,
because they considered it more male to feel the contact of their naked cock
and the tight stretch fabric of captured jeans or spandex thongs. Of course,
this nice feeling made them quickly hard, too! Anyway, for the adult Amazons
it was a harmless fun to attack our rookie troops: They were quickly
overwhelmed, undressed, milked (even though they often didn't have much cream
to offer!) and violated with a huge carrot or cucumber. Their assholes didn't
stay virgin very long! And even for the Amazon rookie troops, our teenagers
seemed to be the favorite enemies. When they were able to overwhelm one of our
teenage troops, they cracked the left egg of each young boy! This never
happened after a fight between adult opponents! Their aim was to frighten the
teenage boys and thus to prevent us from recruiting junior staff. Partly, they
succeeded: Many youngsters left our army because after they got one ball
smashed, they were afraid to lose their virility completely. Because of their
poor fighting abilities, our rookie troops got the nickname "kiddy brigades".
Finally, we decided to use them against other boy gangs, while we adult
jeansers would care about the Amazons. But fighting against other boys, our
inexperienced kiddies suffered the same problems. Their unprotected nuts were
attacked and they lost their uniforms and virginity, just that this time real
cocks bumped and ground their assholes! Therefore it was decided that the
rookies should not fight in independent rookie teams but were spread among the
other troops, so that each team was mixed-aged and had some rookies to train.

Meanwhile, I was a corporal and had to run a team of 10 recruits. My rookies
were of different ages and races: Everything from a 16-year-old Thai with a
tiny package to a well- hung 25-year-old black. We already had had some
successful fights against enemy boy- troops. The overwhelmed boys had to
undress and were bond to trees. Since we hardly succeeded to overcome and
screw girls, we had bumped and ground the overwhelmed enemy boys. Afterwards
we left the naked guys tied to the trees till someone found them. Now, we were
looking for a further encounter, but suddenly, we were surrounded by
approximately 40 Amazons. Because of their clear majority, we decided to
surrender and to loose our uniforms and honor instead of our virility. The
girls ordered us to put off our shoes, T-shirts, jeans and cups, but still
left us our underwear. Most older guys wore tight-fitting white nylon shorts
(my shorts were light-blue, according to my rank), some kids had captured
female silk slips. Some girls undressed as well and stood just in thong slips
or captured male shorts in front of us. They really looked sexy, and
especially our youngsters quickly had a hard-on. "OK, boys, I see you are
already in the mood, so wank yourselves off into your underwear!", ordered the
Amazon team leader, a sexy blond lieutenant. Of course, we had to follow her
order. Our young kids were the first to cum (after 30 sec or so). The older
and the more "equipped", the longer my boys needed. After 2 min, the shorts of
everyone were wet. There were only some stains in the shorts or female slips
of the kids and Thais, while the white shorts of the Arabs and Blacks were
completely soaked and practically transparent with cream. Now, the Amazon
lieutenant ordered us to exchange the underwear between us. Our young boys had
to exchange their underwear with the Blacks, and the Thais with the Arabs. The
Blacks and Arabs were happy to receive some nearly dry thong slips or shorts,
while the kids and Thais were disgusted as they had to put on the over and
over creamy shorts of the well hung Blacks. Since I had no partner of the same
rank to swap my shorts with, I was ordered to turn my shorts inside out and to
out it on again so that everyone could see my cream running down on the
outside, now. "Because, you were so kind to surrender immediately, we restrain
from cracking your eggs this time. You are allowed to go home.", explained the
Amazon lieutenant gracefully. "For your own comfort and safety, we keep your
equipment except your underwear!"

One day – still I was a corporal – I was roving with a some 24 – 28 years old
guys through the quarter on the chase for some girls to screw or other boy
gangs. Because of the heat, we just wore nylon shorts and of course jockstrap
+ cup underneath. According to my rank, I wore light-blue nylon shorts, while
my 4 soldiers had white shorts. I already told that these rookie Amazons were
poor fighters, and therefore, they nowadays attacked us always in majority.
Suddenly, each of us was attacked by 3 Amazon kiddies, thrown down and kept
under control. These dirty bitches wore captured nylon shorts which they had
taken from some of our former kiddy brigades, i.e. practically the same
clothing as we! I couldn't recognize whether they had protectors underneath,
but anyway, I was not in the position to defend: One of these chicks sat on my
breast and held my arms, another cared about my legs. And the third stripped
down my shorts and cup! She commented that these are her first light-blue
shorts to capture. The other boys were treated the same way like me. Many of
these Amazon kids – being 10 years younger than their overwhelmed victims! –
surely saw the first time an adult man naked. Nevertheless, these dirty
bitches knew very well how to treat a man's nut-sack! The girl holding my
arms, sat now with spread legs on my face so that I had to smell her cunt.
Despite her young age, she had a strong female smell (maybe she hadn't change
the shorts for several days) so that I became horny and hard! The girl who had
stripped down my shorts caressed my cock to full hardness. I couldn't see
much, but I was sure that my soldiers were in the same situation. The girls
discussed whether they should break my boner! I was in panic and tried to
break out, but in vain! I pledged them that they couldn't do this. But the
girl sitting on my face slipped somewhat back, so that she sat now on my
breast again and explained: "Do you see the cream stains here on my shorts?
The kid boy from whom I have taken the shorts left them when I cracked his
left egg! I simply popped his ball and the cream drooled from his cock and
soaked the shorts! And just look, the shorts of my mates have similar stains!
We never wash them for that every jeanser can see these stains as cry of these
once proud but now castrated male fighters!" The girls giggled evilly, and the
one who had my nut-sack under control added: "Yeah, my stains are made by an
Arab rookie. His name is still written on the label: Ahmed Abdulla. He and his
package looked similar to you(rs), and he had a very goofy expression when I
popped his egg!" Again, everyone giggled. This was the dirty bitch who cracked
the left egg of my youngest (15-year-old) brother! For luck, the chicks
decided not to castrate us immediately but to take us with them to present us
to the other Amazons. Before they brought us to the girls' HQ, they took our
shorts and jocks. Then, they played "Spin the Bottle" with our hard cocks and
rang our bells brutally! I could hardly walk after that chops against my naked
package, not to mention refuge or defense! In their HQ, we had to serve as
training partners for the kiddies for that these could train their fetal kicks
on fully developed adult balls!

Soon after, I had the "honor" to fight a training lesson against a 16-year-old
chick. The referee – an adult Amazon – explained to her class how to overwhelm
and crack a boy in a close fight: "Both fighters – boys and girls – are very
sensitive in the crotch, at the ‘lust-center'. Especially the male package can
be easily hurt by precise kicks or hits. Therefore, both sexes normally
protect their abdomen by groin guards! One of you will demonstrate the female
superiority since an Amazon can easily crack even a protected boy!" Then, she
ordered that both opponents get the same equipment. This dirty bitch! She
really handed my out stretch jeans, nylon shorts and – a pussy guard! Such a
female groin protector (a so-called pelvic guard) is a narrow foam-rubber
strip which goes from the stomach down between the legs. Even though it is
light and flexible, it adsorbs direct hits against the cunt nicely. On the
backside it is fixed with two rubber strips going from the pussy right and
left side over the butt back to the front. Thus it is similarly fixed like a
jockstrap. The one I was given had been worn by a girl before as I could see
from the stains. And its' strong female smell had the well- known effect to
make me hard and horny. And now, I was ordered to put it on for my
"protection"! It didn't have any cavities for my nut sack, so that my hard
cock and my left ball was underneath the guard, while my right ball lay beside
it. My opponent wore exactly the same equipment, just that for her, it offered
good protection! The fight started, and we encircled each other for a while,
till we finally locked in a collar and elbow. I used the chance to give her
titties a work over. She moaned, broke out and moved her abdomen backwards so
that her groin was free for a direct shot of my foot. My kick, though, was
completely absorbed by her groin guard! I was still distracted when I had to
face her response. Fortunately, I could block her kick, but somehow she
managed to grab and squeeze my unprotected right ball. I could brake out, but
her sudden knee stomp between my legs caught me off-guard. It trapped both of
my nuts: The right ball which was out of the guard was hit anyway, and the
other was crushed between the guard and my pelvic bone! I was severely
weakened. Before I could slip to the ground, this dirty slut shot two further
knees against my groin! I was only dead meat when she finally let me fall
down! Helplessly, I lay in front of her on the ground, but she didn't feel
satisfied. She reached inside my female jeans and grabbed the pussy guard.
Violently, she tugged it upwards, giving me a major wedgie by squeezing my
left ball underneath the guard even more! I couldn't do anything but shriek in
pain! My cock wasn't hard at all anymore! The fight was over! The Amazon kid
took my jeans and nylon shorts. She left me my pussy guard and pushed me over
a table, so that my breast was on the table while my feet still touched the
ground. She undressed herself and pushed a sex toy into her pussy: It was a
double-sided plastic cock in boomerang-shape. One side was now in her slit
while she rammed the other side into my asshole! She didn't even waste time to
strip down my slit guard since it left my asshole free. Even though I had been
"raped" several times during our fights against the Amazons but also against
boy gangs, it was every time in the same extent painful and humiliating.
Driving in and out my asshole, her clit was stimulated by the plastic cock.
Not only this dirty bitch was about to cum, but many of the girls in the
audience were masturbating while my ass was bumped and ground! Finally she
reached her climax, roughly squeezing my sore balls in pleasure! She pulled
the plastic cock out of my asshole, and I just broke down. My nuts were aching
and my asshole burning like hell! This young chick had finished me off by dry-
fucking!

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!

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 ...