Matches 10. The girls complete their emasculation of the boys. By Hardie Hardiewh@aol.com So far: The school PE teachers had arranged for a couple of end of term matches between the boys and the girls. The seven-a-side rugby match had ended disastrously for the boys, who lost heavily! They had also lost a 'battle of the sexes' fight with the girls in the sports pavilion. Now the boys are being made to have 'cock fights' with each other! Three boys are tied to the wall bars with skipping ropes, Three others are not tied, but held by the girls. One other boy is being held apart from the rest by a younger girl he tried to save from being beaten up by several other boys, .......................................................................... Miss Forbes, the Head of School, continues her narrative. I must explain that I had told everyone concerned that my sole purpose in hearing these accounts was to gather material for my PhD thesis in psychology. No one would be penalised in any way because of what they told me. I have edited the accounts for reasons of continuity, etc. This is part of the account of Myra Marshall, the captain of the girls' rugby team. ........................................................................ We had the boys where we wanted them! What little resistance they'd shown was soon quelled by the speedy reaction of the girls, who had beaten them into total submission. It was marvellous. We'd started the afternoon thinking that we would be proud of ourselves if we put up a decent show against the boys at rugby. And now, here we were, a bunch of slim, nubile girls in complete control of some of the biggest, strongest boys in the school. We'd destroyed them at rugby. We'd beaten them in combat, and now they stood there, stark naked, helpless, crying like babies. But, despite having been beaten up and totally humiliated by us girls, they all had deliciously enormous erections! So, I think we could say that we dominated the boys sexually as well as physically! I'd overheard my mum's friend, Ms Fiona Mack, telling her how it was a real turn on for women to force men to do things that the men considered to be degrading. She said that it was so sexy to break the men's resistance, beat them into submission, then emasculate them completely by forcing them to commit degrading sexual acts. Now that I was in a position to try this, I was full of curiosity. I also suffered a certain amount of trepidation, wondering how far I would go, and how far the other girls would allow me to go, but determined to see it through, "That's it, girls," I said. "Push them really close to their partners so their cocks are touching! Good! Now boys, you're going to bang your cocks together until one of you cums! Get it? You rub those cocks, bang them, do what you like, but you'd better get off, boys! Prizes! First to cum only gets six of the best. Next gets eight, and the last to cum gets twelve! OK girls. Stand by to help your pair! Ready! GO!" At first the boys just stood there, sobbing, making only feeble attempts to carry out my instructions. Then the girls went to work on them, smacking the 'free' boys with their paddles. That started them off! Williams and Foot began to wiggle their hips from side to side so that their cocks hit those of Campbell and Bryant respectively. Hooper was rubbing his cock against Rundle's. All the boys' heads were hanging down so that they didn't have to look each other in the eye, and all of them were making an extremely feeble attempt at carrying out my orders! "Faster!" I ordered. "Gets these cocks working! I want to see some action!!" The girls applied more encouraging belts with their paddles to the boys' backsides, sparking off a flurry of frantic wiggling from the distraught boys, who were all crying like little babies! Paula Smith had a bright idea. She kicked Williams's legs further apart, reversed her paddle and began to flick it up between the boy's legs into his tautened balls. Williams leapt like he'd had an electric shock. Paula hit him again, and again and kept flicking the handle of the paddle into the boy's balls. Williams' hips and pelvis began to buck in a frantic frenzy of desire, His body arched and his head dropped back, mouth wide open as he gasped and moaned. Campbell too was responding with as much effort as his restricted position allowed. Diane McBride was caressing the top of his thigh, letting her fingers slide under his balls, teasing his cock, without actually touching it. Both boys were becoming desperate for seminal relief, and, as the girls weren't going to oblige, the only way they could get relief was from each other. They went at it like championship contenders, banging their stiffened staffs together and thrusting and gyrating their hips with frenzied fury as they fought each other with their cocks!. What a turn on! The girls' eyes gleamed with excitement, yelling encouragement as they worked on the boys' balls, keeping pace with their furious gyrations, driving the boys temporarily insane with desire Suddenly the boys climaxed!. As one, their bodies stiffened. They gave great gasps, went into spasm, and began spurting their male milk all over each other in great dollops, bucking their hips, driven compulsively by their hosing organs until they were drained. Then their bodies subsided into limp; trembling, sobbing, emasculated hunks of useless male muscle! Delicious!! And the other pairs were nearing their climaxes as well! This was fantastic! Bryant was practically screaming as he came all over Foot, who responded in kind only seconds afterwards. And Hooper, who had a quite enormous cock, spurted so frantically, that he simply collapsed at the end. Joanne Ridley, who was working him, let him fall, turned him onto his back, whipped off her knickers, dropped on top of his face, trapped his head between her thighs, and, caught up in the moment, hungrily began to rub her pussy over his nose and mouth. She grabbed his hair. "Tongue!" she ordered. "Use your fucking tongue or I'll pull your balls off!" Hooper lapped her like a thirsty cat as she rode his face in ecstasy! The other girls also began to realise just how much power they had over the boys. The boys were totally helpless, there to be used at will by the girls who had defeated them. Paula had taken her top off and was astride Williams's chest. She was leaning back with a look of sublime pleasure on her face, teasing his balls with one hand, propping herself up with the other as she made the boy stretch up from his supine position and massage her pert little breasts. Betty Boyle, appropriately, I thought, had David Foot sucking her toes. She lay on her back. David was kneeling over her with his back to her face, bent over, with her smelly, sweaty foot stuck in his mouth. Betty had her hand in between his legs, squeezing his testicles while she urged him on to greater efforts! Monica Friend had managed to coax Martin Bryant's cock into another erection and was snuggled against his naked body, muttering endearments and gently manipulating his sexual organs with one hand, and fondling his hair with the other. Bryant hung there, still tied to the wall bars, with his eyes closed, his mouth open, moaning, helpless in the hands of the girl who manipulated him. Campbell wasn't faring so well with Diane McBride, who seemed to be fascinated by the control she could exert over the boy by squeezing his balls! One minute Campbell was crying out like a squalling seagull, his body bucking violently against his bonds, as the girl's hand mashed and twisted his testicles. The next minute his body tensed with desire as Diane let go his balls and explored his groin area with her silky female fingers. All the time, she watched his reactions with studied interest; a female predator testing the vulnerability of the broken male she'd once considered invincible! Now he was completely at her mercy. She smiled sweetly as his cock soared once more into an erection under her ministrations, then made a big 'O' with her mouth as Campbell yelled in agony when she punched him in his tautened balls. The boy hung there, sobbing his heart out, pleading with the girl not to hit him any more. Diane stepped back and looked at him, sweeping his powerful, muscular male body with eyes gleaming with excitement. Then she moved gracefully in, swung her fist in a sweeping uppercut, and once more smashed her fist into the boy's aching balls! Campbell let out a pitiful howl of masculine despair as the pain lanced into his bewildered brain. His head hung in total defeat, yet his penis still reached out, rock hard, straining in vain for the sympathetic contact with female flesh which would bring its relief. "Hey girls! Rundle hasn't cum yet!" That was Fiona Hart, who was glaring at the hapless Rundle in outrage, as his dick drooped limply over his fully laden balls. "Maybe he's gay," suggested someone, and the idea caught on amongst the few of us girls who knew the implications of what that meant! "Make him shag Hooper!" said young Becky from the back of the room. She'd spent her time watching the proceedings and gently masturbating Don Fletcher, the boy who had tried to save her from Hooper's aggression. Now she saw a way of repaying Hooper for the way he'd tried to mistreat her! Joanne agreed. "I've finished with him," she said contentedly. "How about making him suck off Rundle as well!" Hooper seemed to suddenly realise what was about to happen to him. Joanne, limpid with sexual satisfaction, had risen from his sprawling frame and was pulling on her knickers. Hooper, seeing an opportunity, tried to make a break for it, and almost made it! Fear forged his flight. He sprang up before we realised what was happening, and made a dash for the pavilion door. Only young Becky was between the boy and freedom, and she didn't flinch. The girl brought down Hooper with as good a tackle as any we'd seen in the rugby match. Boy and girl crashed to the floor! Both of them lay there for a couple of seconds as they sought to recover from the shock of landing on the hard, wooden floor. Fiona Hart and I had reacted most quickly to the situation, and were well placed to stop Hooper as he tried to shake off Becky and complete his escape. "No!" she cried. "I've got him!" And she had! As Hooper tried to scramble to his feet, Becky's hand slid between his legs from behind and fastened cruelly round his already battered balls. Hooper's progress was abruptly halted as the pain bit into him with agonizing intensity.. Ignoring the boy's cries and pleas for her to let him go, Becky retained her hold and got gingerly to her feet, pulling the boy's balls back between his legs, forcing him to his knees. Then the half naked girl shuffled slowly backwards, dragging the completely naked boy with her. To the delight of the girls watching the spectacle, Hooper was forced to crawl backwards as best he could, crying like a baby, a powerfully built young male totally under the control of a slip of a girl three years his junior and half his size. His female tormentor humiliated the boy even further by making him shuffle inelegantly into position. He now knelt in front of the distraught, tethered Rundle, his face inches away from the other boy's drooping member. Fiona Hart grasped Hooper by the hair, lifted his head and pulled it forward so that Rundle's dangling cock brushed against his face. Both boys were crying now, sobs wracking their muscular frames as they were ignominiously debased by the relentless, exultant young girls. "Open wide!" said Fiona, as a mother might coax a baby at feeding time. Becky gave impetus to the order by squeezing sharply on Hooper's balls until he complied. Fiona held Hooper's head still with one hand in his hair and used her other hand to take hold of Rundle's cock and slip it into Hooper's gagging mouth! "Now suck!" she ordered! And Hooper sucked. All the fight had gone out of him. His ego was destroyed. Becky had him by the balls, and he sucked! And as Hooper sucked, so Rundle got hard! He began to thrust his cock back and forwards in Hooper's mouth, and Hooper, held by Fiona, couldn't move even if he wanted to. "Suck1" we were chanting, like the characters in 'Lord Of The Flies'! "Suck! Suck! Suck........" until Rundle came in great heaving spurts. His cock sprang free, and some of his cum spurted onto Hooper's face, mixing with his tears into rivulets of shame. With different emotions, all of us, boys and girls alike, watched the climax of the most degrading spectacle we'd ever seen in breathless silence. I must confess, Miss, that now I am kind of shocked at what I did, forcing these boys into such total humiliation, breaking their spirit, emasculating them completely. But, at the time, it just seemed to evolve naturally. We were carried along by events, becoming more and more cruel towards the boys as they passed up every opportunity to assert themselves and resist being subjugated by us girls. We finished off the boys' humiliation by making them crawl to their changing room, each one of them kissing the feet of every girl en route. Our victory was sweet. Our triumph complete, and our superiority established. And the images in our cell phones would ensure it would remain so as long as we wished! .................................................................. (This is Ms Forbes, Head of School. Myra's wonderful account of the climax to the day's events was backed up by many other similar accounts. I now have a most interesting data base from which to write my thesis. Ms Winton held Mr Dawe in the men's dressing room until the end of events. She, correctly in my opinion, decided to allow the boys and girls to fight their own little 'battle of the sexes' to a conclusion, without the intervention of adults. An intervention which could have been used by the boys to deny the girls their victory. She told me she completed her subjugation of Dawe , riding him to a multi-climax subjugation on the dressing room carpet! Desperate to try to salvage some male pride, and his job, Mr. Dickson, the erstwhile Head of the PE Department, tried to retrieve the situation. He asserted that it was all very well the girls beating the boys at hockey and at rugby, but they'd never be able to beat boys at boxing! I told him to arrange one boxing match. He could pick anyone he liked to represent the boys, and Ms Noble would select a girl to fight him. This is Betty Boyle's account of what happened!) Fists whirling, the girl charged straight into her large male opponent. The boy was taken completely by surprise as punches rained into him. Smacking, slapping, an incessant barrage of female fists thumped into the large, muscular boy as he tried to gather his addled wits. A fist hit him in the eye, another crunched into his nose, drawing blood, adding to the boy's confusion. A whirlwind of leather crashed into the bewildered boy as the nubile young female fighter threw everything into her attack. He fell back under the girl's assault, trying to cover up as her fists flew into him. He felt the ropes on his back. He could retreat no further. The girl grinned, elated at her success, and pressed home her advantage. Now she could afford to pick her punches more carefully as the boy's head was down, hiding under the protection of his forearms, dazed, scared, offering nothing in the way of counter attack. With her left forearm the shapely young female fighter pushed as hard as she could against the boy's arms as they covered his head, forcing him upright. Then she smashed her right fist with all her might into the muscles of his stomach, smack, smack, smack, again and again. No respite. He couldn't escape. The exultant girl stood back momentarily. The boy's body slumped. His arms dropped towards his damaged stomach, leaving his head unguarded.. She had him! Gleefully, the lithe little girl scythed a massive left hook into the side of the boy's exposed jaw. Every ounce of her ninety pounds weight was behind the punch. The boy's powerfully muscled legs went limp. His large body toppled sideways and the stricken male fighter crashed into the canvas, where he sprawled at her feet, out to the world, beaten by a girl in less than two minutes of the first round! To the ecstatic cheers of the girls crowding the gym, the victorious young female, flushed with excitement at her victory over the large, strong, powerful boy, placed her foot on her defeated male opponent's drum-like chest and raised her arms in triumph! The boys in the audience were stunned into silence. They had been sure that Johnny Mitchell, the biggest, strongest boy in the school, would easily beat the lithe little fighter the girls had nominated to oppose him. Now he lay spread-eagled on the canvas, smashed to defeat by a slip of a girl! The boys' best fighter lay sobbing uncontrollably under the foot of Emma Thomas, the girl who had beaten him. The boys had lost everything. The girls had won! THE END.