Maiden Duel Chapter 5: Training Day 1 (Weights, Chemical Play)
**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 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.
Previous Chapters
* [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/)
* [Chapter 2: My second duel (Tribal, Brutal, FM/M)](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1scl76k/maiden_duel_chapter_2_my_second_duel_tribal/)
* [Chapter 3: The Third Duel (Tribal, Brutal, M/M)](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1si1thj/maiden_duel_chapter_3_the_third_duel_tribal/)
* [Chapter 4: The Tentboy (Tribal, Punching, M/M)](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1sjuktv/maiden_duel_chapter_4_the_tentboy_tribal_punching/)
# Maiden Duel Chapter 5: Training Day 1 (Weights, Chemical Play)
After she locked me in the Hukineekee, I was exhausted, terrified, and still had bloody knuckles from beating the previous tentboy. The witch inspected the frame around my balls and left me there in the dark.
She went to her small bed in the corner of the hut and was asleep within minutes, breathing slow and peaceful. I had no such luck. My swollen balls were crammed tight between the two wooden boards, pressed together like ripe fruit, aching with every heartbeat. I couldn’t sit, couldn’t stand, couldn’t even shift without the wood biting deeper. Every tiny movement made them throb harder. Hours dragged by like that, sweat rolling down my chest while she slept only feet away.
Dawn finally came. I heard her stir, then her bare feet on the dirt floor. She walked over still in her thin night shift, hair loose, and looked down at me with a small, satisfied smile.
“Still holding the handles all night, good boy.”
My voice was hoarse. “Please… they’re so swollen… I can’t feel my legs anymore.”
She ignored that completely. Instead she picked up a thick cord and carefully looped it around both of my trapped balls together. She tied it snug at the base, then hung a small woven basket from the rope. One by one she dropped smooth river stones into the basket. Each new stone made me groan louder. By the 20th stone my arms were shaking on the handles. She leaned in close.
“You’ll carry more than this before I’m done with you, tentboy.”
She left the basket swinging and picked up the stiff boar-hair brush. She scrubbed my sack in slow, hard circles until every scab from the last duel tore open. Fresh blood welled up. I screamed until my throat was raw.
Then she dipped her fingers in a clay jar and rubbed a thick green ointment into the raw wounds. It felt like fire ants crawling under my skin. I thrashed and howled while she worked it in deep.
“This will help your sack heal faster,” she said calmly. “The stronger the burn, the faster you toughen up.”
She left me like that for another hour, the basket still pulling, while she did her chores.
When she finally returned, she unlocked the Hukineekee and helped me out. I collapsed to my knees, gasping. My balls were bright red, massively swollen, and still burning.
She crouched beside me, cupped my tortured sack, and smiled.
“You did well for your first night, tentboy. Now let’s get you some breakfast.”
She fed me warm porridge, then said, “Get a little rest. The first maiden arrives in a few hours.”
**Author's Note:** I appreciate feedback. Leave a comment if you liked this story. Feel free to suggest future ideas.
This story seems to be my least popular, and I understand that it is certainly out there. It's a fun exploration of world building, and I have a full arc planned involving victory, vengeance, and so much ball pain, but it might not switch to every other week instead of weekly. My next couple of chapters are just Teeko as the Tentboy "training" to win a duel if you have a suggestions for one of those stories, feel free to make it.