Maiden Duel Chapter 1: My first duel (Tribal, Brutal)

**Intro:** This is a new story concept by me based on real tribal "coming of age" ritual's like wearing gloves filled with fire ants, scarification, bungee jumping, or getting whipped at dance parties. You can google those, they are all real. This one obviously isn't, but draws loose inspiration from those.

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**Maiden Duel Chapter 1: My first duel (Tribal, Brutal, M/M)**

My name is Teeko, and I’m a member of the Sorsac tribe. I turned 18 years old two moon-cycles back. That means I’m old enough to leave my family home and earn a wife. With the full moon’s arrival Zaitee, my crush was also 18 years. But I was not Zaitee’s only suiter. Zaitee had recently been courted by Billbek. Billbek was a powerful man in our tribe. He had already earned 2 wives, and he had many cattle. Zaitee’s mother was very impressed by Billbec’s wealth, and was sure to pick him as one of the duelists for Zaitee’s hand in marriage. I hoped she would pick me as well.

As was tradition, since the full moon’s arrival Zaitee had moved from her home, and been living with the Old Witch in the maiden hut. She spent her last 30 days preparing for the duel, and learning about the duties of a new wife from the Old Witch.

Tonight the duel would happen. I stood nervously with my brothers on the eligible men's section of the ceremonial ground. Each of my older brothers had earned a wife, and had pregnant wives, so they were eligible to compete, but I knew they wouldn’t challenge me. I looked across to see my mother standing with the married women. She smiled at me, and shook her wrist, encouraging me to be strong.

The Elder women started to chant. “Eh-hukka, Eh-hukka, Eh-hukka.”

Cued by the chant, the Old Witch emerged from her house carrying one end of a platter. Zaitee followed carrying the other end. They climbed the steps of the dueling platform and set the platter on the altar, then once everyone was in position, the chanting stopped.

The Old Witch stepped to the front of the platform to address the crowd. “Tonight, Zaitee has completed preparations to become a wife.” She gestured to Zaitee, “Remove your clothes, new woman, and show the men what you offer.”

Obediently Zaitee compiled, then men beside me clamored for position to gain the best view. Zaitee was magnificent. She had a lean body, but large breasts. Her legs were thick and supple. She was art to behold.

“Men of the Sorsaks,” the Witch called out, “Who among you would duel to make this woman your wife?”

I rushed to be first into the circle drawn on the ground in front of the stage. Then, I looked back. Several other unmarried young men joined me. Last to arrive was Billbek. He was unhurried, and seemingly full of courage.

Once we had assembled, the Witch called out to us, “Those who seek this woman, remove your clothes, and present honestly what you offer her.”

The men around me disrobed. Three of my rivals were young men seeking to be chosen for their first duel. One was Sydor, who was older, but because of his unpleasant demeanor had not been chosen for a duel in the several years since he came of age. The last was Billbek. Billbek had large genitals, and his meaty testicles bore the scars of previous duels.

The Old Witch looked at the group of married women, and addressed them: “Mother of Zaitee, evaluate your daughter’s suitors.”

Zaitee’s mother stepped forward, and walked from man to man, she felt their arms, and touched their chest, then reached down to hold their penis aloft, pulling back the foreskin to inspect the condition. Finally she grasp their balls. She did not grab gently, instead she applied force moving the balls about, testing for abnormalities. When she grasped my testicles, she squeezed painfully, then jerked them twice, which hurt.

Satisfied, Zaitee’s mom approached the stage, and addressed the Witch. “I choose Teeko and Billbek. Members of the assembled tribe cheered our selection.

The Old Witch motioned for us to join her and Zaitee on the stage. We took our position on the Hukineekee, which was a ceremonial device with two boards that met together to immobilize a duelist’s testicles. Having been named first, I took position on the right side with Billbek to my left. Both of us raised our balls into place in the hole designated for us, while holding our penis out of the way. Once our testicles were in place, the Witch locked the top half of the Hukineekee into place trapping our testicles vulnerably between the boards. We place our hands on the handles atop the boards. The duel will continue until one of us releases the handles.

“The Duel has begun.” The witch announces. “Zaitee, select a duelist to begin.”

Zaitee stepped up to the altar, revealing her attractive butt to us, then grasping a tool from the tray, she handed it to me, and stepped to the side. I grasp the handle. It is a Pain-Stick, a rod about 12” in length with a cloth wrapped end. What is underneath the cloth is known only to Zaitee and the Witch, but it feels heavy to me. I hope that I have a mace with a head containing river stones.

“Gong”. The witch strikes her instrument, and I swing my Pain-Stick with as much strength as I can muster without compromising accuracy towards Billbek’s testicles. Billbek tenses, but is otherwise unmoved.

Zaitee stepped to me, and took my Pain-Stick, then placed it on the tray, and selected one for Billbek. Billbek aligns his aim. His arms are so powerful.

“Gong” My entire body tensed up, and I tried and failed to twist my nuts away from the blow. A blow that doesn’t come.

“Weakling” Billbek says, then smashes my testicles. The blow when it arrives hurts only a little. Zaitee has probably given him a Pain-Stick whose head was full of feathers.

Having sustained my first blow I look up at Zaitee who stares back, registering disappointment. She steps forward and takes the Pain-Stick from Billbek, and swaps it on the tray for a different one. This one might not be as heavy as the first.

“Gong”. I swing my stick into Billbek’s balls. Once again he tenses but doesn’t otherwise react.

Zaitee takes the stick from me, and turns to the tray, then from the gathered crowd, a woman’s voice rings out, “Billbek the mighty!”

Zaitee pauses, then turns back with the same Pain-Stick in hand, and gives it to Billbek.

Oh my god. “Gong”. Billbek swings the Pain-Stick into my testicles, and the impact makes me light-headed.

I look up at Zaitee who smiles at me. Then she takes the Pain-Stick from Billbek, and gives it back to me.

“Gong”. Now in a fight for my crush, I swing as hard as I can muster, and the Pain-Stick thuds into Billbek’s massive nuts.

“Ugh.” Billbek grunted, not completely inhuman.

“Go Teeko!” my mother shouted from the crowd.

Ziatee transferred the stick. “Gong”, Billbek smashed my balls. I thrashed about, but didn't let go of the hand-holds.

“Billbek! Billbek! Billbek!” several in the crowd chant, mostly ladies.

Zaitee gave me the stick. “Gong” I swung as strongly as I could.

This time Billbek squirmed from the pain in his massive punished orbs.

“Teeko! Teeko! Teeko!” My mom and brothers cheer.

I catch Zaitee’s eyes, and she seems less disappointed than before, but she hands the same stick back to Billbek.

“Gong”. Billbek swings the pain-stick. I thrashed. Nothing had prepared me for so much pain. It hurt so terribly, and I let out a high pitched whine.

A woman from the crowd shouted “Billbek will turn him into a girl”.

Zaitee seemed mildly vexed by that, and this time instead of passing the same stick across, she trades it for a new one. The new one she hands me is heavier.

I thank her internally for helping me. “Gong”. I take aim and swing. As the heavy club connected to Billbek’s testicles, he thrashed much as I had. His old balls struggled from the pain.

Zaitee took the stick from me. The witch leaned over and whispers into Zaitee’s ear. I take a moment to eye her breasts. They hang with some weight, but turn upwards at the end. They are perfect, and soon they will be in my marriage room.

After conferring with the Witch, Zaitee hands the heavy stick she is holding to Billbik.

“N…n…no” I whine.

“Gong”. Billbik took aim and swung the pain-stick with a steady hand, and when it collided with my trapped balls, I nearly lost consciousness. My sensitive organs were not made for this level of pain. I lean forward and sob.

“Billbek! Billbek! Billbek!” The crowd cheered at my weakness.

Zaitee handed me a new stick, it’s not as heavy as before. My strength is being sapped from my arms. “Gong”. I’m not ready to give up. I size up Billbek’s man parts, and swing with what remains of my strength.

To my surprise when the stick collided with its target, Billbek screamed. Looking at my opponent's testicles they are now spotted with droplets of blood. This Pain-Stick must have a head of poison brambles. The thorns sting terribly when they penetrate skin.

Zaitee took the stick from me, and then leaned in to whisper, “Teeko, take 2 of these, and you will prove to everyone you are a man”. Then she handed the stick to my opponent.

BillBek looked surprised. “Gong” He inspected the stick, and then swung with all his might. When the terrible pain-stick made contact, the sting was horrible. I shrieked, and struggled to keep hold of the hand-holds. I can’t lose.

Zaitee handed me the stick. “Gong” I give it my best, but my strength is ebbing, and my eyes are so teared up I don’t connect solidly.

An ‘ooh’ from the crowd reflects judgment at my poor aim, and then: “Billbek! Billbek! Billbek!” The crowd cheers uproariously at my weakness.

Zaitee transfers the stick. “Gong”. My swollen, bloody testicles are abused again by the terrible thorns, several clearly breaking off inside my tortured balls. I scream, and scream, and scream.

“Billbek’s turned him into a girl”, someone in the crowd cheers.

Zaitee hands me a stick. “Gong” I try to aim, try to see, try to swing at Billbek’s manhood, but the pain is too much, my blow doesn’t connect.

“Billbek! Billbek! Billbek!” The crowd cheers their champion.

Zaitee turns back to the tray, and changes sticks. She handed a new one to Billbek who grinned eagerly.

“Gong” The blow when it arrives is devastating. The new stick was river stones, heavy, and with thunderous weight. It flattened my testicles, and also drove several thorns deeper.

I released the handles, and struggled in the Hukineekee, all hope of winning had been dashed. My only thought was preserving my tortured manhood.

“Billbek! Billbek! Billbek!” The crowd cheers their champion.

Zaitee knelt down by the Hukineekee, and kissed Billbek’s bloody, sore, and mangled nuts.

The Old Witch spoke up. “Billbek and Zaitee are now wedded, may they have many happy years.” The crowd cheered.

Once the Hukineekee is released, I fall to the floor. Billbek takes the still naked Zaitee into his powerful arms and carries her down the steps of the stage.

After a few minutes my mother joins me on stage, and begins seeing to my wounds. I may be the loser, but I am still her son.

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**Coda:** Writing this one was an odd challenge, I'd love to have any feedback. If you want more, I imagine Teeko to be some sort of perpetual loser who tries again every so often, and each time ends in painful and humiliating defeat.