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Uplift in a Downturn:

the Economic Use of the Noose.

Disclaimer:

The lumberjacks, gringos’ mercenaries and renegades in this story are strictly male adults over the age of eighteen. They fuck men because they enjoy thrusting their cocks up arse-holes; they fight men because they can in a fictional world; and they shoot their cocks into mouths and sometimes over the exposed torsos of men spread-eagled on the ground. You, the reader, imagine these brawny men turned on by the unsafe environment, embracing the dangers. The lumberjacks in particular joke about wearing condoms: they boast that the condoms are too small for their large cocks. By way of contrast the nooses are always the right size—they fit the entire neck size range.

The forces:

The lumberjacks are physically fit after months of contract work felling trees. A corporation owns the timber area: its commercial enterprises include providing paid killers for international combat. They have a business problem: the corporation’s contract will expire soon. They no longer need so many paid killers. The Firm also enlists renegades. They inhabit an area adjacent to the timber area and will secure the noosing area from the outside world. The Firm welcomes these renegades and men they might choose to invite such as veterans of former necktie parties. The assembled number of fighters on the day depends on a number of factors but broadly speaking between fifty and sixty.

The Boss of the lumberjacks establishes his authority in a unique way. It helps when he is physically strong, sun burnt with a dark, hairy chest; he stands well over six foot tall—indeed most of these lumberjacks measure over six feet tall. From time to time he must discipline lumberjacks for their shoddy work. He tells infringers that it pains him to discipline them; his henchmen mumble “sure” as they strip shirts off the infringers, spread-eagle them over logs. The Boss whips their exposed backs in full view of the assembled camp. Two of the henchmen take note of any lumberjacks whose cocks respond to the sight of the whipping.

The camp is isolated: the lumberjacks wear modified chaps without bulge concealing trouser flies. The Boss appreciates the awesome sight of lumberjacks’ cocks and balls hanging out. There were over sixty lumberjacks at the employment peak during the last working period; now it’s time to cull the numbers down.

The Boss has an exaggerated opinion of his own cock and balls. Few lumberjacks wish to go down on his cock; consequently, he commands them to go down on his cock; it’s a tool to gag their reluctant mouths; the Boss salivates when they struggle for breath. The Boss’s cock splashes copious cum all over their faces and down to their dusty boots. Ordinary sized mouths find it difficult to open wide enough to swallow his thick cock. This limitation dampens down the sexual fantasy some lumberjacks have about cock sizes. Any anal fucking requires partners well-versed in wide dildos— he forgets about “safe sex” when the large size condoms are too small. It’s back to basics and bare backing.

As a matter of fact the Boss has a deep interest in breath control: he organizes occasional necktie combat events designed to test the strongest necks. The lumberjacks built an obstacle course in a cleared area deep in the forest away from prying eyes. The location is on target for a terminal, necktie rumble between lumberjacks and training guards sent by a security Firm; this Firm owns the timber area; its staff operates with impunity and is unconcerned by male fighters KIA—killed in action; the Firm pays the Renegades to maintain secrecy and privacy. These include using fighters from their “survival” renegades. The Renegades have drawn a border line; anybody crossing it is a target for termination. The Boss has no illusions about the Firm; they cull the lumberjacks to save money by way of wages and benefits; he heard a rumor that the Firm had signed a contract to supply “fighters” to the authorities. It’s possible that the participants they send to the necktie parties are discards—in other words tough enough to fight to the death but currently not suitable for current, combat operations. The Boss expects the fighters to respect the necktie party rule of jacking up cock spurting. It’s always a fine thing to see necktie party cocks spurting for the last time.

The Firm installed the obstacle course when it bought the timber area. The initial obstacles were harmless as if Boot Camp physical exercises. Mercenaries pulled themselves up onto the raised beams. Somewhere along the way there was friction between different ethnic groups of mercenaries. Serious fighting broke out: a number of mercenaries hung their opponents. The Firm saw the value of the raised beams as a tool for necktie parties. The beams were positioned so that noosed targets swung freely above the ground. Necktie parties were an occasional event for men living in this geographical area. The Renegades were happy to make them easy for a regular event.

The renegades established a reputation for violence when necessary; four of the Boss’s henchmen heard wild stories—yes, the Renegades tortured traitors but, above all, they finished off the traitors with assorted castrated cocks and balls stuffed into their mouths. The combatants from the Firm must have first hand experience of killing—otherwise they wouldn’t be part of the Firm’s “training” program. It’s always a shock when the fighters realize that their only weapons are strong arms, nooses and razor sharp knives useful for the satisfying purpose of slicing off a fighter’s cock and balls. The contemporary emphasis on using high-tech weapons camouflages the basics skills required for man-to-man killing.

A week ago agents from both the Firm and the renegades inspected the necktie party site. Tall timbers acted as a natural perimeter barrier; the renegades’ task is to maintain fighting discipline. The obstacle course requires the combatants to climb up and down timber logs at varying heights. Military strength mesh wire straddles between the posts for the highest peaks to climb over. The intention is that the combatants confront each other on the timber logs. The agents agreed on a mixture of fixed and loose nooses on the timber logs. The Renegades wanted the fighters to strangle in addition to noosing. The Renegades scoffed at the quality of the nooses. The Firm thought that any noose which did its job was satisfactory. By contrast the renegades proved that strong, thick nooses-- coupled with effective pegging-- hung men in all shapes and sizes. Such nooses ring marks the neck flesh. The beams passed muster. There was plenty of hanging space. The renegades proposed that the Firm supply every fighter with a new knife. An enterprising manufacturer supplied small knives for a specialized purpose. The knives tucked onto the side of the boots. A fighter could quickly retrieve them. Combat veterans testified to the blades’ razor sharpness. The blades specialized in slicing off cocks and balls. In truth the Firm had stocks already allocated to the noose fighters; when fighters asked for specialized knives they made a point of using them. Another Firm’s agent volunteered new information for the renegades: some of the “training” fighters were veterans of savage conflicts in Africa. There were unsubstantiated stories of fighters wearing necklaces across their chests with cocks and balls.

The Boss was deliberately left out of the decision making process. The Boss was brought in when the Firm held a “draw straws” to identify staff combatants. The Boss drew a winning straw along with a Renegade name to be advised. The Firm’s agents exchanged sharp words with one another. They named two representatives to start with; then, they reasoned everybody else from the Firm be drafted to fight. This would not happen: the two representatives will carry out their duty as the reader finds out in due course. The Firm’s drivers had recklessly complained in the past: they imagined they were missing out on hot action. Task the Sgt supplier of the box of new castration knives to join in and/or nominate fighters. The four straw winners were calm about the necktie party prospect but another corporate representative flew off the handle. When Firm agents are a pain it’s necessary to administer discipline and punishment. In front of everybody renegades locked him with their arms so that he couldn’t escape. The Firm’s agents gave a nod and gestured thumbs down. Then, a renegade throttled him. The Boss caught his tenth breath as the Firm’s agent expired. The renegades laid him on the ground, opened up their trouser flies. The Boss and the Firm’s agents joined in. A celebration of cocks pissed over the dead man starting at his face and working down his body. Then, the Boss took the initiative, whipped out his knife, opened up the dead man’s trousers, sliced off the cock and balls and shoved them into the dead man’s mouth. The Renegade renegades envied this! The Firm’s agents took the execution in their stride when they placed the body in the boot of the company’s four wheel drive. The truth is that the Firm’s agents are killers: they had been chosen for their physical strength and psychopathology. They lusted for terminal action.

A melee is dictionary defined as “a confused fight or struggle especially among several people”. The fighters in today’s melee have no need to consult dictionaries. They developed their physical strength either as timber workers or mercenaries. A writer has the difficult task of providing a broad picture but at the same time describing the life and death of individual fighters. The Firm determined that the fighters in today’s melee are workers superfluous to future economic needs and expendable. Members of the Firm are astute enough to use internal staff and outsiders such as the renegades to protect their killing zone from unnecessary attention and publicity.

Most of the mercenaries trained in a military boot camp. The killing zone with its timber obstacle course is familiar territory. The difference now is that their opponents want to kill them; there will be no prisoners; captured fighters may be tortured if time permits and will be executed. The confusion arises when the Firm left the rules unclear.

Are the Last Men Standing winners? Or, is there a winning side? Who decides?

The Firm selected a Fight Commander from the mercenaries. His task is to lead all the fighters. The mercenaries already have a tall Spanish speaking leader Jose who has outstanding combat experience. His reputation is exaggerated but fellow fighters know that he kills every target in a killing zone. There will be language confusion: there are some Portuguese speakers from Brazil in addition to Argentinean speakers of both English and Spanish. Any language difficulties will be overshadowed by man-to-man fighting. They are primed to kill untrained timber workers. Of course, fighting hand-to-hand rather than using standard weapons changes the combat considerably. Fighters when lives are threatened lash out in unpredictable and deadly ways. Only a few of these mercenaries have first hand experience of using nooses as a terminal weapon; the timber workers are comfortable with hoisting objects onto timber frames. It will be easy to hoist mercenaries. The mercenaries wear camouflage trousers, boots and dog tags on bare chests whilst the timber workers wear boots and the full length chaps open at the front. The timber workers like flaunting erect cocks and balls; the mercenaries like these challenging targets; by contrast the timber workers have to pull down mercenary, camouflage trousers before the targets are exposed. The renegades add another dimension when they cover the full area to be guarded from unwelcome intruders. The killing area welcomes every man with two arms, a neck, a cock and balls.

Sgt Benn Jnr supplied the specialized stores of sharp knives and tape rolls. The Firm had him lined up to take part but changed his combat schedule; he accompanied cargo to an overseas destination; the Sgt expected to fight in this future occasion. He correctly surmised that his cock and balls would be an essential target for the overseas fighters. The danger excited him. It was deeply fulfilling when his knives made an essential contribution to manly experience. Indeed the knife threat aroused the cocks and balls of many fighters. Today he chose two cherry mercenaries to take his place. He had seen them show off in the mercenary barrack showers; their cocks and balls were destined to give pleasure; indeed he drooled at the prospect that some lucky fighters would slice them off. The two stores mercenaries stood out with their bare barrel chests, bulges and dumbness—they were younger than most mercenaries.

The renegades are pleased with the quality of the castration knives; they are razor sharp and designed to cut off fighters’ cocks and balls with ease. The dumb young mercenaries think they will be handing out knives at a teddy bears’ picnic! The Firm had initially requested that they act as personal guards to the FC; the FC appreciated the thought but insisted on two tough no-nonsense guards. The Firm’s six drivers are difficult to assign. They aren’t part of the mercenary group, have no recent military training but claim killer enthusiasm. In the end the FC assigns them to the timber workers. He reasons that the timber workers require additional manpower. The Firm’s policy has been to employ tall drivers. This is fortunate because the drivers are as tall as the timber workers; three of them have top necks designed for nooses.

The FC called for guard volunteers at the renegade camp. He had some fun when he playfully inspected ten volunteers. He ordered them to open up the flies in their jeans and compare cock sizes. The two guards he chose had strong arms for hoisting targets. He was pleased when he saw that their cocks and balls were compelling targets—every fighter sighting them would want to slice them off; for that reason he might keep his own cock and balls longer during the necktie party. His primary intention was to noose targets. The FC and his two guards wear black leather chaps with total exposure of prime cocks and balls. The renegades wear standard jeans, boots and bare chests; in addition they wear brown caps on their head. Fighters would have to tear down or rip open the fly of their jeans before they could knife play with the cocks and balls. However, the renegade “guests” must have exposed genitals.

The FC inspected the killing zone a few days before the fight. He considered the nooses in great detail; yes, the fixed position nooses could be stronger and thicker but they would still hang a fighter; however, man-to-man combat requires additional, unfixed, nooses for impromptu hangings. Both the mercenaries and the timber workers were physically capable of hoisting targets and securing nooses. His two guards were delighted with the supply of additional nooses which were stronger and thicker as requested. The timber plank construction was strong enough to stay firm under the weight of moving fighters; the fixed nooses were positioned securely into the ground; and the beams themselves capable of carrying extra weight when loose nooses secured more targets.

The killing zone now consists of two combat areas. The outside perimeter manned by renegades defines an area where fighters wield the specialized knives; the inside core is the timber obstacle course with nooses. The timing is deliberately set in the middle of the day when the sun in the eyes becomes a blinding obstacle; there is also an element of physical exhaustion; the fighters rise at dawn and fill in time; there is nothing to eat but plenty to drink.

The six drivers drive the fighters in unlabelled trucks to the assembly point. By the time the fighters assemble beside the killing zone they are intentionally subdued. The FC wants them to think at first glance that they are at a picnic; they swig a free drink; they stroll around admiring the display of male flesh.

Then they confront the two severed heads on the top of timber poles in the killing zone. The renegades’ task includes executing shirkers; they beheaded two fighters who were prime cannon fodder on their timber chopping block. The beheaded heads are secured on the poles. Then, two junior renegades slice off the trophies, stitch them onto twine necklaces. The Spanish speaking spokesman places the necklaces onto their hairy chests. They look manly.

At this point the two stores mercenaries failed in their duty to demonstrate the use of the knives. This would have terminal consequences for them during the fight.

Jose addresses the mercenaries in Spanish. They are assembled here to noose the timber workers and other stray fighters. Otherwise, they strangle or choke the targets with bare hands. They finish off the kills. The mercenaries now look at the necks of their opponents and size them up for hoisting in nooses.

The lumberjack Boss assesses the mercenaries and indulges in bravado by waving his cock and gesturing pissing over the mercenaries. The six drivers wear borrowed chaps which only roughly fit but they like flaunting their cocks and balls in front of every man. The Boss no longer has the full respect of his timber workers; however, they recognize that they must follow him in the face of the terminal threat from the mercenaries. The boss knows that his workers easily hoist targets and noose them beyond the Point of No Return. The mercenaries are blinded by their frequent use of high tech weapons as distinct from bare hands.

There are two spokesmen for the renegades. One speaks Spanish, the other speaks English. They simply state that they are guards; they stop anybody escaping before the end of the fighting; they behead offenders on the timber chopping block. Within their perimeter they challenge fighters with knives; the knives have a specific purpose to cut off a fighter’s cock and balls. They promise to stuff them into mouths. On request, or maybe as combat policy, they finish off the castrated. By the way, they grew up with rural country necktie parties.

The stores box is located within the killing zone. The contents for distribution are mostly the small, razor sharp knives; they tuck into the side of boots; the Renegades vouch that they do a proper job. There are also rolls of tape. The two stores mercenaries explain that the tape is to stick sliced cocks and balls onto chests. They are cherry, combat virgins, and sound it. No First Blood for them. The FC gives them the benefit of proving themselves in combat. By way of contrast the renegades had invited necktie party veterans to re-enlist with them for today. These veterans proved afresh that noosing was worthwhile. It was a deeply satisfying experience for both participants. The bare chested veterans were “encouraged” to wear chaps with open fronts—after all a necktie party was an erect cock show. Four other men joined the veterans. Their attendance was unexplained. They looked feral; the necks, cocks and balls were targets like everybody else. The FC sensed that they might be prison escapees who had run out of options. He didn’t expect the law authorities to come to their rescue.

Away from the obstacle courses the FC formed a parade for detailed inspection of all three groups. The process established military order, calmed down and shut up the fighters. He made a point of ordering the lumberjack Boss to inspect the mercenaries, Jose to inspect the lumberjacks. The renegades, veterans and additional men circled around both fighting groups. The FC spoke last in both languages and broke the good news. The Firm will pay a premium to the winners. This is their reward for service to the Firm. The mercenaries consider they have the best chance of totally exterminating the opposing force; in their assessment the timber workers are physically strong but incapable of withstanding their superior military skills and experience.

The renegades expected the FC to use a whistle to start. At the top of his voice he ordered the fighters to advance to both ends of the obstacle courses. In theory both sides would meet in the middle. In reality the renegades taunted the nearest targets. The forces found it confusing at first, annoying at second; at the third they became aggressive exactly as the FC wished. Fighters started to shout aloud, move forward to the obstacles. The distinctions between all the fighting groups blurred. The fighting took on the qualities of a melee. Fighters fought for the sake of fighting.

A degree of physical stamina, skill is required to progress through the obstacle course; determination helps when applying the nooses to the targets’ necks.

Nooses tell tales because they have a voice of their own. The fighters, of course, have to secure the noose around the targets’ necks, in most cases hoist the targets above the ground; it would be a physical struggle to fasten the nooses to timber logs or pegs on hand; the targets swing desperately for life before they settle down into the hanging routine. In most cases the lumberjacks were considerate with their mercenary targets—they undid the fly on the camouflage trousers, pulled out the cock and balls, gave them an extra tug and collected the cum spew; by this time the mercenary targets would poke out their tongues. On the other hand the mercenaries were tougher on the lumberjacks. The nooses were tightened to burn through the neck flesh. Neither side was weak in the executions by hanging. Some fighters fucked noosed targets; a few opened their mouths wide to swallow the targets’ cum.

The FC was pleased that five renegades joined in the hanging melee at the beginning. Their fighting was exemplary. His two guards who knew them gave him the details. They successfully hung one lumberjack and two mercenaries, covered themselves in cum spew before slicing off the cocks and balls and shoving them down the throats. During the fighting they left themselves open to attack: lumberjacks strangled two of them from behind; mercenaries noosed three of them, strung them up to two high timber logs where they faced one another and watched each other hang. The jeans the renegades wore were cumbersome to open up at the front. The mercenaries ripped open the leather belts and pulled the jeans down to the boots. Now all the fighters could see the three renegades cocks respond to the nooses. One cock was abnormally thick and sitting on bull-sized balls; the other two cocks were both long and looked 8 and 9 inches in the erect position. The hangings progressed to the Point of No Return. The three tongues protruded after the cocks spurted. The mercenaries moved on to other fighting obstacles and left the spent cocks and balls intact. The lumberjacks elsewhere on the killing field relished the sharp knives and looked forward to using them on the mercenaries. They mightn’t have another chance. Every noosed fighter wished above all that his cock spurt in response to the hanging. The events today proved that fighters appreciated hanging with other fighters.

The four strangers were noose fodder. They were noosed within the first thirty minutes. They simply had no fight in them. The veterans expected today’s fighters to be primed for action. In a sense the strangers let the necktie party down. It was necessary for fighters to noose necks, secure and hoist the targets, follow through to the last breaths and the cocks shooting.

There were isolated incidents when fighters went down on the cocks of fighters being hung. There was almost a guarantee that these cocks would deliver a generous mouthful of spunk. The cock suckers had to be prepared to open their mouths wide and enjoy swallowing cum. The cocks were positioned at a reasonable height for sucking. The danger though was that a fighter could attack from behind. In one instance a mercenary grasped the head of a cock sucker, forced him to swallow the spunk, and then throttled him on the cock. The killing required a degree of concentration and persistence. In another instance a lumberjack positioned a noose over the cock sucker’s forehead. The cock sucker could see the noose threat; whenever he withdrew his mouth from the cock the noose would wrap around his neck. He made sure he swallowed every drop before he withdrew his mouth. He imagined he could fight the noose off before it tightened. The lumberjack was armed with a fixed noose; he easily slipped the noose around the cock sucker’s neck and pulled tight. The cock sucker enjoyed his hoisting; for a few minutes he thrust his legs out, tried to use his boots as a weapon. This was a brave effort but the noose had other ideas. The nearby FC happened to be well armed with a loose noose. He waited until the lumberjack had secured the cock sucker properly for his hanging, and then noosed the lumberjack. He tightened it so that the lumberjack couldn’t undo it with his hands. He was strong enough to drag the lumberjack over to a hanging beam, threw the end of the noose over the hanging beam. His two guards caught it and secured it to a fixed position. He insisted on hoisting up the lumberjack as a display of strength to the guards. The cock sucker wanted to escape but found he was hanging next to the lumberjack. A further humiliation came when the guards pulled his camouflage trousers down. The cock was rock solid hard. “Look!” The FC went down on the cock, and showed his guards what to do. It was thoughtful to suck off the cock sucker. The second guard swallowed the lumberjack’s cum. A few intruders looked on at a distance but left them alone.

It was confusing to negotiate the obstacle course. The Boss stumbled on a slippery log and almost came to grief. Two mercenaries moved in for the kill but the Boss surprised them. He threw loose nooses over their heads, pulled tight and dragged them over to a hanging beam. Two lumberjacks helped him throw the nooses over the beam, secure them to a fixed position. They hoisted the mercenaries up, opened up the front of the camouflage trousers and pulled out the cocks and balls. The Boss then conspicuously raised two sharp knives and positioned them under the balls. The lumberjacks exclaimed: “Look at the cocks!” The cocks jumped up into an upright position. Both cocks of these two hanging mercenaries responded because the threat of castration turned them on. The Boss had to restrain his lumberjacks from instantly slicing them off. The tight nooses had to take effect. The cocks needed to spurt as part of the hanging ritual. The Boss noted that he was surrounded by erect cocks. It was a nice image which would be improved when the lumberjacks did their chosen job. He wondered whether the junior renegades could stitch the sliced off cocks and balls to a necklace but then remembered that the stores representative had supplied tape along with the knives. When the mercenaries stopped breathing the lumberjacks held up their knives. The Boss nodded approval. The lumberjacks grasped the cocks and balls in one hand and sliced with the other. When they moved back to the box of knives the Boss collected a roll of tape. The Boss taped the chests of the lumberjacks with the trophies. It worked. He also knew that it would be painful to rip the tape off their hairy chests. They could bear the pain. Their future hanging would be a manly sight. Indeed the body count would be larger than expected. The Boss could see that the mercenaries had nothing to lose but their cocks and balls. The Firm dispensed with all the fighters as an economic use of the noose. His intention was to noose and hoist strong fighters onto a hanging beam and then watch the cocks spurt for the last time.

The Firm’s drivers surprised themselves: not only did they enter into the spirit of fighting but they enjoyed using the nooses. They targeted and noosed a total of four mercenaries including the fuck buddy of the last mercenary to hang today. This was a pretty good body count considering that they were combat virgins. Hanging men deeply satisfied their lust. The duration of the hangings was comparatively short although it seemed long. Very soon a patrol of mercenaries set them up as targets. The mercenaries had strong arms to noose and then hoist them up. The drivers were fairly heavy in weight—too little exercise. It was only a matter of time and strong arms before the mercenaries hoisted them up. The nooses looked terrific and did their job effectively on the drivers’ necks. There was a raised timber log behind the hanging beam. Two of these mercenaries stepped up on it, straddled, pulled down their camouflage trousers, whipped out their cocks and shoved them up two hanging arses. The fucking was brutal. Within the next few minutes the drivers’ faces puffed up; they struggled with their legs in an effort to ground themselves; two makeshift leather chaps fell down to their ankles; and the mercenaries handled the exposed cocks. One cock spurted prematurely; the other three cocks required the combined pressure of the nooses and handlers. The four tongues jutted out in unison. To add to the drama two lumberjacks noosed the two mercenaries whilst they were fucking. The lumberjacks manually tightened the nooses as the two mercenaries shot sperm up the drivers’ arses. Other lumberjacks helped them throw the tug ropes over the forward hanging beam holding the four drivers, secure the nooses. The two mercenaries enjoyed their hanging. Their cocks had spurted profusely during the fucking. The tight nooses still put pressure on their cocks but it was pleasant. They like the idea that they were hanging together with other fighters. They wondered whether somebody would slice off their cocks and balls; at the start of today’s fight they were impressed with the junior renegades who sported such a display across their hairy chests.

Veterans noosed the other two drivers like rounding up cattle. They tightened the loose nooses around the necks and then dragged the drivers towards a hanging beam. The two drivers fought hard. It looked like they might escape at one point but the veterans were persistent. The ill-fitting chaps fell down to the drivers’ boots. The veterans were pleased to see two, long, thick cocks. The two drivers were pleased at this embarrassing moment that their cocks stood comparison with all the cocks onsite. The veterans methodically hoisted the drivers onto a higher hanging beam so that the legs swung freely above the ground. They secured the targets with difficulty; there were no spare pegs within easy distance. But they managed. The veterans gaped at the cocks which responded to the noosing. The FC noted this in the distance. He was glad that they were using their noose expertise. He hoped that some fighters would reciprocate the favors for them.

Some of the renegades wanted to use the chopping block. They did so later when a lumberjack strayed away from the killing zone. Somebody had unsuccessfully tried to strangle him; he walked away from the killing area in a daze straight into the welcoming arms of the renegades. There were no excuses. They chopped off his head and placed in on a pole.

What happened to the junior renegades wearing the necklaces? The Spanish speaking spokesman tasked them to collect more trophies. They were a desirable target immediately they stepped into the killing area. The fortunes of combat are unpredictable. All three renegades are now hanging with their trophies intact awaiting the knives. A lucky fighter will collect them at the conclusion of the combat. They hung away from each other in three separate noosing areas. The hangings were painful; the nooses cut right through the neck flesh; the Spanish speaking spokesman had an extra problem—he had bull-sized balls which froze up during the hanging. He wanted his assailant to hold and caress them to ease the pain. Such sentiments of tenderness are forbidden in the killing area. A kill is all that counts. When the hanging spree progressed it was possible to see that some of the fallen mercenaries had bull-sized balls. These were ideal for stuffing down lumberjack mouths and following through with choking.

The Boss was elusive partly because he tried to do a deal with the renegades. There would be no deal as the renegades were either carrying out their duties as guards on the perimeter or fighting on the killing field. As a matter of fact the FC’s two guards hunted him down for termination. They were pleased when they noosed him. The Boss’s neck was super large—the noose’s slip accommodated this. They hoisted him above the ground with physical exertion; additional fighters helped them but, in turn, slipped nooses over their necks; the guards felt the nooses tighten around their own necks at the very moment when they hoisted the Boss above the ground. The guards paid the price for attacking the chief lumberjack target. Their hanging was fair in this context especially when it was the terminal event in their lives. They couldn’t see their attackers but they felt the nooses burning through their neck flesh. Now five cocks were erect and poised to spurt. A fortunate few fighters watched as the prime cocks spurted once, twice and then at a dribble as the eyes glazed over. The Boss’s cock was monstrous in defeat. The pressure from the noose inspired the Boss’s cock to a terminal award winning spurt. A lumberjack who hated his Boss insisted on slicing it off. In fact a mercenary and a lumberjack together noosed the two guards. The spurting cocks reinforced the aggressive feelings of the fighters. At the same time the relief of spurting made the hanging easier for the two guards. They made a last wish –may many more fighters hang in the Wild Western breeze. Their wish was immediately granted. Their assailants were in turn noosed—the lumberjack in particular took offence. The mercenary relished the sight of the lumberjack swinging even as the noose cut down his breathing. Both cocks jutted out like poles. The mercenary remembered his stiff cock once fucked fighters hard during combat. Then his eyes glazed over, his tongue protruded and his torso collapsed. The lumberjack cursed inwardly as he was unable to shout. He missed the company of his timber workers. Yet, he could see some of them hanging—a marvelous sight. When the FC came across the hanging bodies of his two guards he realized that the Firm was executing them all.

Somewhat foolishly the two stores mercenaries demanded the right to slice off the guards’ cocks. No way, there are no rights on a killing field. There is no discussion. You just go ahead and do it! The fighters on the field saw their clumsy effort hanging a lumberjack. The triumphant mercenary and lumberjack turned on the stores mercenaries threw nooses around their necks and then hoisted them up to rounds of applause. They were totally dismayed when they felt the nooses tighten. During the next humiliation mercenaries cut open their camouflage trousers, pulled out their crown jewels for inspection. They passed the rough inspection. It’s a bonus when their sliced off cocks and balls will look good taped to a fighter’s bare chest. Ultimately mercenaries have no love for each other. They are primed to kill; in this case a mercenary attacked the stores mercenary. The kill would be successful. Now there were another four sets of cocks and balls awaiting the sharp knives. The stores mercenaries had been expected to demonstrate the use of the knives at the beginning. They neglected to carry out their mercenary duty. Instead they got sidetracked hoisting a lumberjack who had proved difficult to hang; but their noose had its way. The four sets included their own cocks and balls. The hanging took its time. There was a race to see which cock spurted first. The two tongues protruded. They saw how efficient the knives were slicing off their cocks and balls. Two fighters held the sets up for all to applaud. The nooses had choked the two fighters. The two fighters found it impossible to stuff the sliced cocks and balls into their mouths. So, they compromised. They stuffed the mouths of two dead bodies.

The Firm had sent two fighters who had drawn winning straws. In truth they were an asset on the killing field and acted independently of the mercenaries. They were bold enough to expose their cocks and balls by wearing brown leather chaps with the open front. As comparison showed their cocks and balls were as arousing as those of the Renegade guards accompanying the FC. They established discipline after the confusion of the opening round of obstacles. They shouted orders as if they were in military combat. They took the first opportunity to punish a guard who tried to sneak off the killing zone. They pulled down his jeans above his boots, hung him upside down in the middle of a hanging beam. This left an invitation for a passing fighter to slice off the set of cock and balls. They decided to target the stray fighter who carried out the deed. The stray fighter turned out to be a well-liked lumberjack. The noose liked his neck. Other lumberjacks fighting nearby were dismayed to see this figure hoisted up so effortlessly. Their attitude changed slightly when they saw the hanging lumberjack smiling with relief as the noose cut through his neck. His cock responded to the attention from the noose. He was well-liked because his big cock had fucked many lumberjack arses and mouths. It was fitting that his big cock delivered spunk at his hanging. He looked as if he was in a classic western hanging. He thrust his boots outwards to get an imaginary grip; he protruded his tongue; and he collapsed after the spunk sprayed the upheld knives of the Firm’s two fighters. They held the wet blades under and over as they sliced off the cock and balls. This was a turning point in the fight. After this point of no return the fighters settled down to concentrate on killing each other. Four mercenaries targeted the Firm’s two fighters. There was a prolonged struggle when the Firm’s two fighters tried in vain to escape the two nooses. Old hands would say that the nooses already had their names written on them. The nooses were loose, required throwing over the hanging beam and fixing to a ground position. The hoisting of their unwilling bodies demanded sheer physical effort. The mercenaries were happy to pay back the Firm in kind. It took time before the nooses tightened around their necks of their targets. Two mercenaries squeezed the balls, stroked and harshly pulled the cocks. The targets flinched, spurted prematurely. The other two mercenaries took over, ensured the cocks spurted and then reached down for the knives positioned on the side of their boots. Then something unexpected happened. A nearby lumberjack shouted out “No! No! Not my cock and balls!” Up to this point the fighting had been quiet bar loud orders. All the fighters laughed aloud. The hangings continued whilst the Firm’s two fighters held on to grim life. They were incorrect if they imagined any kind of rescue. The two mercenaries resumed position and sliced off the cocks and balls from their hanging targets. Maybe the wailing lumberjack needed silencing. They went across and saw that the lumberjack was spread-eagled on the ground. It was enterprising for a fighter to arrange spread-eagling in the killing zone. And, yes, a renegade was taunting the lumberjack’s captive cock and balls with the knife. The two mercenaries shoved the sliced cocks and balls into the mouths of both the spread-eagled lumberjack and the renegade. Another mercenary pulled down the renegade’s jeans. The cock was rock solid hard in response to the stimulus in his mouth. Also, the lumberjack’s was now rock solid hard. The other two mercenaries bent down, grasped the captive cocks and pulled. Sure enough the cocks spurted. Then they unsheathed their knives, sliced off the two sets of cocks and balls and held them up for all to see. The lumberjack tried to cry but the first mercenary finished him off with a classic choke followed by a broken neck. The renegade stood up with the sliced cock and balls in his mouth, tripped over an obstacle, and stumbled towards a loose noose. He failed to tighten it properly so a mercenary helped him. The mercenary was strong enough to secure the noose and hoist him up. The sliced cock and balls fell out of his mouth as his hanging progressed.

The veterans enjoyed using the knives which were better than any blade they had previously used. Yet, two South American mercenaries scored the cocks and balls of two veterans and stuffed them into the other’s mouth. Their fellow veterans evened the score by noosing the gringos. They noosed them properly: they ripped the camouflage trouser fly open, grappled the cock and balls and played with the sharp knives. The mercenaries tried to stop their cocks from spurting. The pressure from the tight nooses held them captive. The cocks splashed the bare veterans’ chests; there was a pause; they saw the sharp knives slash off their cocks and balls. Just before they lost consciousness they saw the veterans holding up their trophies for other fighters to applaud.

Jose moved in with his knife. He had sliced off many cocks and balls in his career. This time it was his turn to experience the noose. He couldn’t believe that the noose was biting into his neck. How could a lumberjack kill him? The lumberjack had the immediate strength to raise him above the ground and secure him to the timber. He found it spooky to be positioned alongside barely breathing or already hung fighters. He saw the lumberjack’s cock was fully erect; his own cock responded; he tried to stop his cock but it started to spurt. Both cocks spurted. Then Jose saw one of the piss dedicated mercenaries slip a noose around the lumberjack’s neck. At last Jose found satisfaction in this latest deed. He swung from the timber log absorbed in watching the lumberjack’s hanging.

The FC, the bastard, moved in with his sharp knife towards the hanging lumberjack. He thought for a brief moment that he had the target to himself. It looked as if fighters from both sides as well as renegades approached with raised knives. There was an impressive display of sharp knives, pubic hairs, erect cocks and firm balls. The mercenaries had opened up the front of their camouflage trousers and allowed their cocks to jut out. Would it matter who sliced off the lumberjack’s cock and balls? The threat was real to everybody. For a moment the situation could have turned into a free-for-all. The FC assumed his authority and sliced off the lumberjack’s cock and balls. There, he did the deed. The fighters respected him for his action. A number of cocks spurted in unison. They put away their knives for the moment. In the background a mercenary fumbled away with his slack cock: the FC was glad when a lumberjack fucked then started to strangle the mercenary. The FC joined in by fucking the lumberjack; he tucked his arms around the lumberjack’s chest, pulled the lumberjack back onto his cock; he then tried to stretch his arms onto the mercenary’s neck— the distance was too far. It was easier to wrap them around the lumberjack’s neck. He liked thrusting the cock as he strangled his target. The strangling of both fighters was tough work. The two piss mercenaries were combat fodder only. The FC wondered what happened to the outstanding cocks and balls of his dead guards. Was a fighter wearing them across his chest? No. He discovered that their mouths were stuffed with their buddy’s trophies.

In the course of the fighting the lumberjacks were left with three fighters, the mercenaries had five fighters and the renegade renegades had eleven fighters—four fighters were missing in action.

What tales did the missing four fighters tell? They were lumberjacks wearing chaps with exposed cocks. The four lumberjacks aimed their piss onto dead bodies. It was reasonable to hold onto the cocks with their right hands. They overlooked the fact that their tall necks were attractive targets. They simply didn’t see or hear the mercenaries approach from behind. The shock of the hands applying pressure to their windpipes was abrupt. There were unable to counter-attack; they found it difficult to finish the pissing stream; they wanted to resist but gasped for breath. The mercenaries enjoyed every moment of the steady, methodical strangulations. This was a classic warriors’ treat; they keep up the relentless pressure; whenever the targets attempted to breath they choked off the airwaves. It was cruel, it terminated the targets—and they didn’t have to break any necks to finish off the targets. They were positioned directly behind the necks as they strangled the targets. The lumberjacks never saw their assailants.

The cocksure mercenaries celebrated in two ways. Firstly, they opened up the front of their camouflage trousers and pulled out their cock and balls. By way of explanation mercenaries play pretend-snuff games between contracts. The players form a tight circle, face to face, and neck to neck. The objective of the pretend-snuff game was to strangle players into unconsciousness. The winner was the Last Man Standing. Their second celebration now was to play the snuff game without any pretence.

“Go on! Dare you to play the snuff game” they taunted one another. They took the dare. Successful kills gave them confidence to continue strangling. They strode across to meet up, formed a circle, put their arms on top of each other’s shoulders and congratulated one another. They liked the manly pressure of the arms on their shoulders. They smiled at one another, acknowledged the strength of their arms and proceeded to move each arm across to the nearest left and right necks. They started the snuff game by playing with each other’s “Adams apple”. This was equivalent to tickling one another. Their bodies still shuddered from the previous strangulations. Eight strong arms locked onto the four necks from two directions. There was no escape. This felt better—they hoped that their arms would be victorious. The variation in this game was simple—they strangle until breathing stops. Who would be the victor? Who would be strangled? They smiled again, said “Yes!” with emphasis and immediately applied force. The throat of the mercenary with a hairless chest responded with the first gargle. The two mercenaries on either side of him intensified the pressure on his neck; he responded by putting more pressure on them; now all three gargled; the fourth mercenary in turn sensing victory tried to unlock himself from the circle; he was unable to and the pressure on his neck set his throat gargling. The next move was unscripted. The fourth mercenary fell in a faint dropping both his arms. This was the signal for the mercenaries on either side of him to finish him off. The three mercenaries crouched down on their legs, sustained the pressure on all necks whilst the strangling continued on the fallen mercenary. It was no mean feat. The strangling took a lot of male energy. The circle space tightened with the body in the middle. The cock was wet with cum from an earlier encounter; the balls, nice balls intact. The stranglers felt reassured even though strong arms locked onto their own necks. In their respective boot camps they fired weapons after adopting the ‘prone’ position crouched down on their legs. Consequently, their legs were strong during their careers. It was easier to apply pressure to the adjoining necks in this prone position. The arms of the players were locked in for the finale. The remaining three mercenaries had the willpower and the strength to prolong and finish off the strangling; no matter how much anybody gargled they kept the pressure up. There is a paradox: strangling by two separate arms is highly exciting. They felt their cocks harden and their balls tighten outside the front of the camouflage trousers. They looked at cock level and saw three poles. It was thrilling to spurt cum over the chest of the dead mercenary’s body. There was so much cum they wanted to spread it over his face and chest; but it was too late to unlock their arms from the adjoining necks. The two mercenaries who had strangled the First Blood momentarily had an arms break when they withdrew their arms from the fallen neck. But they realized that they were now fighting against one another. It was a tough moment but they proceeded. They got headaches with the pressure; breathing became more and more difficult. The other mercenary surprised them by punching them both on the chin and then reapplying the pressure on the necks. This dazed them sufficiently to disorientate them. They wildly reapplied the pressure from their arms onto his neck. He dazed off as well. All three gagged, locked their arms back into a final position. The multiple strangling was a special event even in mercenary combat. It was very unusual for three stranglers to score a body count at the same time. They more or less stopped breathing at the same time with big smiles on their faces. The three bodies toppled over onto the dead fourth mercenary. The sight of nearby four dead lumberjacks must have confused the body counters.

The FC considered executing the three remaining lumberjacks but decided to leave them in the timber mill for a future occasion. The four remaining mercenaries would be paid off by the Firm and sent home wherever that might be.

The Renegades had other ideas since they had the controlling numbers. 3 versus 5 versus 11, a three way fight to the death. The timber log construction site had been remarkably strong in holding the hanging bodies. How many nooses were spare? Not enough for all these fit fighters? Well, strong hands will have to complete the job. There was a surplus of knives but a shortage of erect cocks amongst the mercenaries and lumberjacks. The mercenaries took note that most of the renegade cocks and balls needed both a workout and the slice of the knives.

The Renegades were determined to wipe out the opposing sides irrespective of the FC’s wishes. He overruled the FC. This was the first surprise. A large renegade grappled with the FC; a second renegade threw a noose over his head; a third renegade pulled it tight and secured him to a timber log. They raised him way above the ground. It was strange but he loved the feeling of his legs freely swinging into mid-air. At the same time three mercenaries started to strangle the renegades. The strangling start was impressive but shortly overtaken by three more renegades joining in. The FC watched six strangulations taking place as he progressed through the stages of his own hanging. He decided it was worth it in spite of the pain. Hell. The pressure from the noose aroused his cock. He had no control as it spurted for the last time. He imagined nine erect cocks spurting in front of him as he lost consciousness.

The sole remaining mercenary tried to escape from his fate—a noose. A misguided attempt to escape was a fruitless thought. He was a professional killer even if the Firm didn’t want to pay him out in cash. In its own way the Firm was now paying him out with the finest noose in a timber zone. He knew now that he was the last mercenary. In other words the Firm was making economic use of the noose. This was the uplift in a downturn. A lumberjack had previously targeted him before they moved onto the obstacle course. The camouflage trousers might have hidden his cock and balls but the lumberjack fancied the mercenary’s hairy chest. The three lumberjacks moved in on him. Yes, there was a spare noose. It fits comfortably around his neck. It’s already secure around a timber log so hoist him up! A renegades fighter walked up to the target, opened and pulled down the camouflage trousers. The mercenary was uncomfortable at the immediate threat to his cock and balls; but the renegade had other killing fantasies. He adjusted the noose to try to slow down the hanging. The mercenary would still hang but slowly so that he could watch the fighters fight to the death. By now the continuous hangings affected the remaining fighters who no longer wished for the pension. The three lumberjacks dare the renegades to open up the front or pull down their jeans as well. Whilst the mercenary hangs slowly he watches lumberjacks and renegades fighters pull out cocks and balls for inspection. They form a tight circle beside the hanging area. This time the cocks and balls are the chosen targets. If knives could speak they would agree that the exposed cocks and balls were indeed choice targets. The knives are poised to play. The lumberjacks are taller: this means they are an easier target in this situation. The last mercenary to hang had a prime view; without a helping hand other than the tight noose his cock thrust out; he was proud of it and proud that the remaining fighters had chosen to fight to the death in front of him.

The fighters moved to the side of hanging bodies, paced one another, considered wrestle tackles. That seemed too passive for their aggressive lust. For the six man fight they settled on a tight circle in which two fighters duel. The first to fight are a renegade and the tallest lumberjack; they deliberately masturbate facing one another; they know that one or both of their cocks is spurting for the last time; the other fighters clutch their cocks as they look on; the agreed signal to start the deadly fight comes when both cocks spurt; nevertheless they can attack other fighters within the circle. As the hanging of the last mercenary proceeds across the way the renegade wins the opening move: he attacks the lumberjack, twists the arm holding the knife. The knife drops to the ground. The lumberjack looks down and realizes that it is too late to strangle the renegade; spontaneously two renegades grapple the lumberjack from behind into a locked position; the renegade moves forward with the knife, grasps the exposed cock and balls. Aha. The balls are bull-sized. He waits for the visual acknowledgment from the other fighters. They give it so he takes special care in slicing off the bull-sized balls with the full size cock; next he shoves them down the lumberjack’s throat. The lumberjack chokes and tries to expel his sliced off cock and balls; the renegade applies pressure on his neck with one hand and keeps choking him with the other hand. The other fighters find the sight of the choking somewhat arousing. The choking is slow and deliberate. The renegade has to use both hands to complete the kill. The lumberjack takes awhile to stop breathing; but, before his eyes close, he sees the tallest lumberjack buddy work over another renegade. Without noise, without effort the tallest lumberjack slices off the cock and balls of his target. The two successful fighters smile at one another, swap as it were and put their trophies into the other target’s mouth. There is repetition within the fighting when moves are restricted to slicing. They have had their fill of hangings. The circle tightens so that the fighters are again facing one another but this time it seems closer. The thrill and satisfaction comes when their cocks get off from the danger. In this case the next deadly thrust comes when cocks spurt again. Believe it or not the cocks spurt again. The fighters shout as they attack one another for the last time. The knives slice beyond the pubic hair to the roots of the cocks. It hurts, it hurts badly. But, it’s what they wanted. The immediate result is five fighters alive but bleeding with their mouths choking on sets of each other’s cocks and balls. The sight is manly. It’s not fair to leave them in this predicament. The remaining lumberjack and three renegades come across to the choking five, position the targets. Then, with a well understood message, they strangle and break the five necks. The lumberjack has great fun in breaking two necks together.

The sole remaining mercenary saw this in great detail during his surprisingly long and slow hanging. He was concerned about his cock. He didn’t want to let down the other mercenaries. It took awhile but eventually the tight noose aroused his cock. He wanted to cry but couldn’t. He would no longer fuck his mercenary buddy; early in the event a driver-- of all fighters-- noosed his mercenary buddy. He remembered that his foolhardy buddy had “dared” the drivers to hang him. They created the opportunity with glee and fixed nooses. Nooses finished off his buddy and three other fighters. The aroused cocks of the four fighters spurted like a fountain for one last time. He wanted his cock to meet up with this standard when it spurted for the last time. It was pleasing when his cock spurted.

A smiling renegade took note of the spurting cock. Yes; the impressive cock spurted for the last time. The last mercenary stopped breathing. As one of the few survivors the renegade carried out his duty with total pleasure. The knife sliced off the cock and balls. What a treasure! Then, a noose slipped over his choice neck. How could this be? Somebody, it must be the lumberjack, tightened the noose. He looks across and sees a panorama of fighters hanging from raised timber logs; on the ground sliced cocks and balls jut out of the mouths of fallen bodies. The two Junior Renegades are hanging from beams with the wreaths of real cocks and balls sit across their chests. He can’t see who is hanging him. The remaining survivors are a mystery. The searing pain as the noose burns into his neck is intense. Next he feels himself hoisted; his feet are above the ground; he extends his legs; the noose is secure; his cock, yes, it’s rising. His balls tighten up. Ouch! He feels the cock straining but he’s unable to stop it shooting. Look at the shoot. Wow!