Maiden Duel Chapter 2: My second duel (Tribal, Brutal, FM/M)

**Disclaimer**:  These stories are a work of fiction.  All of the characters depicted are at least 18 years old.  None of the events depicted have occurred as they are depicted.  

**Intro:** This is a sequel to a story I wrote 2 years back, which you can find here: [Maiden Duel Chapter 1: My first duel (Tribal, Brutal, M/M)](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/183z72y/maiden_duel_chapter_1_my_first_duel_tribal_brutal/). This story concept is 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 2: My second duel (Tribal, Brutal,** F**M/M)**

My name is Teeko, and I’m a member of the Sorsac tribe. I competed in a marriage contest for Zaitee and was humiliated by Billbek. For several moons I have allowed my testicles to recover, but today I hope to compete again. Siltec was a young maiden who had recently come of age. Siltec had spent her last 30 days living with the Old Witch in the maiden hut learning about the duties of a wife, and preparing for her marriage contest.

Siltec had an ambitious mother, and I hoped she would choose me as a suitor to compete for her daughter’s hand. My family was highly respected in the tribe, and the men in my family had always been gifted hunters and providers.

After dinner, the village people moved to the ceremonial site. I took my place with my brothers in the eligible men's section of the ceremonial ground. All three of my brothers had earned a wife, and two had infants, while the third had a pregnant wife, so all three were eligible to compete for a new wife, but I doubted they would compete for Siltec.

I looked at the women standing across from the men and saw Zaitee. How I wish I had won her as my wife. Several strides down the line was my mother. Seeing my gaze, she raised her fist in encouragement.

“Eh-hukka, Eh-hukka, Eh-hukka.” The Elder Woman called for the Ceremony to begin.

The Old Witch and Siltec came out of the Maiden hut together carrying a platter full of carefully crafted Pain-Sticks. They set their platter on the altar, and the chanting came to a halt.

The Old Witch spoke to the assembled crowd. “Tonight, Siltec has completed preparations to become a wife.” She gestured to Siltec, “Remove your clothes, new woman, and show the men what you offer.”

Siltec allowed her wrapping to fall from her body. The men of the village began a minor shoving match to get the best view. Siltec was a pretty woman. Not so lean as Zaitee, but her breasts were full. Her hips showed a curve that indicated the ability to bear many children.

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

Several young men moved into the circle. I did as well, sizing them up. None were so tall as I, and I knew I was the best hunter in the group. The only one that scared me was Mynt. Old Mynt was a legend. He had dueled many times, and despite not being favored by young ladies, had frequently endured many rounds in the duels. His tolerance for pain was prestigious, and was not to be underestimated.

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

The men and I removed our clothes. I snuck a peek at Mynt. His pendulous testicles were nearly completely covered in scars from his previous duels. Sydor stood beside him. He was heavily muscled, but was an angry man, and mothers don’t choose angry men for their daughters. Wex was competing for his first time. He was the grandson of the village elder. I never liked him because he spoke too fast, and liked to bargain unfairly. He didn’t hunt like the other men, and his body was pudgy and unformed. Still, his family had great wealth, and an ambitious mother might choose him for her daughter.

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

Siltec’s mother came into the circle and went straight for Mynt. She didn’t feel his arms or chest, but instead grasped his balls, with one in each fist. She squeezed. Her muscles tensed showing great effort. Mynt had no reaction, proving to the other suitors how dangerous he was.

“Wow.” Siltec’s mother appraised. Her curiosity satisfied, she moved from man to man, inspecting their muscles, appraising their penises, and gripping their balls. Some she squeezed and measured the reaction. Nobody could match Mynt. She didn’t squeeze Wex’s balls at all, just pulling back the foreskin to examine his penis.

Finally, she came to me. “You don’t look like a girl,” she said. She felt my arms, and my chest. She peeled back my foreskin to see my penis. Then she took my balls into her hands, and squeezed tightly. I made an effort to be strong and show no reaction, but she was too strong, and I leaned forward in pain.

“You’ll do,” she said as she walked away.

Having completed her inspection she walked to the stage and called out to the Witch. “I choose Wex and Teeko.” Members of the assembled tribe cheered and jeered at the choice.

Wex and I climbed the stage and took a position at the Hukineekee, which was a ceremonial device with two boards that met together to immobilize a duelist’s testicles. Wex was the first called, and thus took a position on the right, and I took a position to the left. We raised our balls into place in the hole designated for us, while holding our penis out of the way. The Witch closed and locked the top half of the Hukineekee into place which left our sensitive balls held vulnerably out in front of us. I grabbed the handles, and looked at Siltec.

Siltec was glaring angrily at her mother. Her unpleasant expression made her nakedness less appealing. She was not pleased with her mother’s selections. I tried to smile at her, but when I did catch her eye, she looked disgusted.

Once both Wex and I held the handles, the Witch announced: “The Duel has begun. Siltec, select a duelist to begin.”

Siltec walked purposely to the altar and took a Pain-Stick and then handed it to Wex. All of the Pain-Sticks looked the same, a rod about 12” in length with a cloth-wrapped end. What was underneath the cloth was known only to Siltec and the Witch. I hoped this one contained feathers.

“Gong.” The Witch struck her instrument, and Wex carefully sized up and then struck my testicles.

I tried to prepare myself, but nothing can prepare you for the sting of poison brambles striking isolated testicles. The thorns penetrated cruelly, and I struggled not to make a sound, but despite my efforts, an animalistic “eeeee” escaped my mouth.

The crowd cheered. “Turn him into a girl like Billbek did!” shouted someone.

I was still struggling to process the pain when Siltec impatiently thrust a Pain-Stick at me. I took it. Then, as my brothers had told me, I took a deep breath and prepared myself. I would have to show the crowd and Siltec that I was worthy of being a husband.

Gong. I swung the stick at Wex’s testicles. It hit, but the weight of the head was so light it barely made an impact. Wex tensed, and then the tension receded when he realized it was a Pain-Stick whose head was filled with feathers.

Dejected, I returned the Pain-Stick to Siltec, who placed it on the platform and chose another one for Wex. Wex seemed surprised when he took it from her, then took careful aim.

Gong. The thud when the hefty head connected to my soft testicles was my first indication this was going to be bad. Then my gut clenched, and I felt woozy. After a second when breath was denied me, I shrieked. It was undignified, and unworthy of a man of the Sorsac, but I had never felt such pain.

“Wex! Wex! Wex!” The crowd cheered on my opponent.

How could this happen? I was a good hunter. Well liked. Wex was mistrusted, and not popular, and yet the crowd was cheering for him.

Siltec was handing me a Pain-Stick, and as she did, she whispered, “I packed the river rocks with clay to add weight.” It was a threat, and it was pride. Pride in my humiliation.

I had to do something. I took my light Pain-Stick that was surely filled with feathers, and thought about ending it. Surrendering in humiliation. But a coward who surrenders too soon will never find a wife. I had to do something.

I roared. As loud and manly a sound as I could muster. As Wex reacted in surprise, I swung the stick at his trapped balls, and he twitched. Victory!

“Booo!” “Booo!” the crowd jeered at me.

The Witch gestured with her baton of office—the one she used to hit the gong. She hadn’t hit the gong! I had gone early.

I looked about unsure what to do. My eyes scanned the crowd. I spotted my mother. I had never seen her so disappointed.

The Old Witch spoke, addressing the crowd. “Teeko has defiled our sacred rituals, and how shall we deal with him?”

“Punish him!” “Exile!” “Castrate him!” The crowd made many suggestions, all unfathomably terrible.

The Witch held up her hand to silence the suggestions, and then spoke, “Teeko is a young man who means well. He is just not as mature as others his age.” Then her eyes turned toward me. There was hunger in her eyes. Predatory hunger.

Finally she continued. “I shall administer discipline, and then the duel can resume.”

From the altar, she produced a mallet. It was carved wood, and had a heavily textured head that showed protrusions. Knobs of wood sure to penetrate.

“Bind him,” she instructed, and Siltec took cord from the altar and affixed it around my hands, going through the loop in the handles of the Hukineekee and behind my back and butt. Once tied, I would be unable to move significantly, and there was no point because the punishment was not optional.

Deeming Siltec’s work acceptable, the Old Witch took her place. She was frail, but threatening.

She swung the hammer with precision, and my guts roiled as it smashed into my trapped testicles. I screamed.

Then again she struck, and again I screamed. Again and again the hammer punished my sensitive man parts, and each time I screamed.

Finally the Witch was done. She looked over at me and licked her lips.

I was barely conscious.

Siltec handed Wex a Pain-Stick and said, “Finish him.”

Gong. Wex swung excitedly. Too excitedly—the bramble-filled Pain-Stick mostly missed.

He tried to hand it back to Siltec, but the Witch struck the gong again.

Confused, he eventually realized he was offered another chance, and he swung a second time in a row, connecting more solidly.

Amazingly, I barely felt it. After the hammering, my balls were in constant pain, and the striking of a rod filled with thorns didn’t appreciably add to my pain.

Gong. He struck again. Blood was flowing freely from my nuts. I was scarcely conscious.

Gong. Again my meat was abused by the thorns, and more blood flowed.

Gong. My orbs absorbed more thorns.

“Teeko! Teeko!” The crowd began cheering as my nuts were turned into a bloody mess.

Then I passed out.

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**Author's Note:** 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. I hope you enjoy the story. If you do, leave me your thoughts.