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District Leader Selection
2nd Powwow for Hit Men and Bodyguards It’s a fact.
Committee members of the Organisation read Charles
Darwin’s The Origin of Species before
they introduced their deadly process to select district leaders. The Organisation expected their hit men and bodyguards to be
comfortable with terminal activities. Murray, a barrel-chested, ex-marine,
kept up his fitness as well as his killing skills. He looked forward to
ordering candidates into the killing zone. The Organisation
decided to use the swimming pool again. The verbal
invitations are simple. Pack an overnight bag with weapon of choice, a change
of clothes and a pair of swimming boxer shorts. Loose fitting garments fine.
No underwear required. The code word is “smile”. The Organisation deliberately invites big men. This event
requires men with strong arms, shoulders and barrel chests—in other words
brute force. The excuse for the get-together is appointing new District
leaders. The fighters understand that the invitation is something they cannot
refuse; the Organisation provides a secure time and
place for the action. Yes, they will smile. The Hit Men are happy to bump off
Bodyguards and vice versa. By and large
the Hit Men and Bodyguards operate as individuals. It is true that some of
them had military and police training involving teamwork. For the sake of the
swimming event they will fight as a small team. The three
umpires are “in house” experienced field operatives. This time the three
umpires operate in the water. The first and second umpires will cover each
end of the pool; the third umpire is in the middle. Their physical looks are
standard daddy category with the requisite barrel chests.
They decide on a Dirty Dozen for each team—in other word the dreaded
thirteen. Twenty six fighters is a manageable number. Six nominees contest
three districts. The game concludes when three nominees are victorious. The victory
requires fighters to terminate other nominees. Murray learnt from experience
that hit men and bodyguards enjoy the killing spree. He is willing to lend a
hand drowning a fighter or two. The changing
room is fitted with suitable lockers for the overnight bags. Pool management
supplies fresh towels and special soap for lathering cocks and arses in the communal showers. The successful District
Leaders select arses to fuck. Murray deliberately
employs veteran hit men who keep their mouths shut about these terminal games.
The four veterans undertake a special role by the poolside. First of all they
masturbate as they watch the fighters drown one another. After their cocks
have shot cum they jump into the killing zone. Once again, and maybe for the
last time, they can kill with impunity. There is a box of left-over swimming
boxer shorts. The umpires
introduce the six nominees in the changing room. They look like clones with
barrel-chests, strong shoulders and legs; four have hairy chests. The Organisation considers it a thrill that such macho men
will shortly prove their terminating skills. The umpires monitor but, if
requested, will provide physical assistance for a kill. In the swimming pool
the fighters assess nominees’ ability to lead Hit Men or Bodyguards. The red or
black scull caps are recycled from the previous
powwow. For convenience sake the Hit Men wear the red and the Bodyguards wear
the black. Opponents can pull down swimming boxer shorts during the contest. In truth the
District leader nominees show physical strength which inspires leadership. The game
becomes a contest where six nominees are protected by four fighters each to
start with. The six nominees chose four fighters. The umpires decided that
there would be a first round: two teams position themselves in the water at
either end of the pool; here they stand on the bottom. The middle umpire
blows a whistle for the teams to advance towards each other. In this middle
position the pool was deeper. The umpires know that more fighters drown in
this killing area. The remaining four teams watch from opposite sides of the
pool. The
Opening Round: 4 red versus 4 black scull capped fighters. The
two nominees are unsure that 3 fighters are enough to overcome the opposing
side. In spite of the water the fighters’ cocks spring to attention. The game
is simple enough. The two teams advance from opposite ends of the pool, meet
in the middle and clash. The umpire in the middle is impressed when two
fighters face each other head-on. They lock their hands firmly around the
opponent’s neck. Occasionally their heads bob under the water and swallow but
not enough for real drowning. The choking is slow. Both nominees swim behind
their respective opponents, spontaneously hold down the fighters in the
water. The multiple drowning takes a few minutes. The spectators
stroke the front of shorts to arouse their cocks. The two red
scull fighters tackle a black scull fighter. They pull off his shorts, turn
him upside down, expose cocks and balls above the water line, and hold his
head firmly under water and stroke the cock. The spectators are surprised
when the cock responds and shoots for the last time. Again the drowning takes
a few minutes. It’s too late for the black scull fighter but his buddy
avenges him. He calls for help from the nearby umpire to even up the fighting
odds. The umpire is surprised at this request for fighting help. He quickly
assesses the situation; orders a black skull fighter to jump in to support
the buddy. Murray comes across to coordinate with the umpire. Murray orders
the next two teams to jump into the water and encircle the original fighters.
The point of the encirclement is to ensure an outcome. The six
fighters attack each other with gusto. There is lots of movement, thrashing
around, and swallowing. Drowning an opponent takes physical effort. Yet, the
first to drown here are both nominees. The remaining four fighters are
dismayed but unable to extricate themselves from the killing area. The umpire
orders the four to form a drowning circle, a variation of a circle jerk. This
is exactly where strong shoulders and arms are essential. The fighters
position their arms around opposing fighters’ necks. The point of the game is
to force opponents to swallow water or just strangle them. The four fighters
lure the umpire into the drowning circle. The umpire has no choice but to
fight. A drowning circle is a slow process. The five fighters swallowed lots
of water but remained afloat. The experienced umpire strangled the fighter on
his immediate right. The body dropped out of the circle but the remaining
fighters held tightly onto each other’s necks. Minutes passed with no result.
The umpire ordered three veterans to jump in and finish off the fighters. The
fourth veteran was disappointed that he had missed out on a kill for the
moment. The three veterans were thrilled, and did their job properly. Now
they were live targets attracting interest from potential killers. The
second round: Murray
switched the umpires now that the next two teams were already in place in the
water. Two nominee casualties in the first round were a bonus. Nine bodies
floating in the water became obstacles. The new umpire was somewhat
impatient. He swum up to both nominees, made them shake hands and ordered
them to position both hands on opposing necks. In an unusual move the umpire
ordered two fighters to dive down and remove the nominee’s shorts. The
fighters then placed the shorts around their own necks. The umpire then decided
that these fighters would fight each other using the shorts as a killing
tool. Simultaneously the nominees minus their shorts and the fighters with
the shorts engaged in terminal combat. The two
nominees were impressed with the energy in which their fighters wrapped the
shorts around, tightened the pressure and pulled the necks. The fighters
gasped for air, bobbed up and down in the water and swallowed. If they were
cock suckers they were used to swallowing. The cocks of the two nominees
sprung to attention as they watched the two fighters swallowing water. The
sight motivated them to increase the pressure on the opponent’s neck and make
a supreme effort to douse him. This time the
other fighters in the water tackled one another. Murray did not anticipate so
many casualties. It’s amazing how hit men and bodyguards love to kill! Murray
pulled down his shorts, beckoned the remaining two teams to do the same and
placed them around his neck. His cock responded to the sight of the drowning
fighters. The last two nominees were miffed at missing out in the killing
zone. Murray ordered them to jump in the shallow end of the pool where they
could stand up straight. But, wait. He ordered the fourth veteran to pull
down their shorts. The fighters could place the shorts around their necks or
have them below their knees, a form of bondage. The fourth veteran has happy
to oblige; so far he hadn’t an opportunity to kill. One of the remaining
fighters had him in mind for a target. The third umpire was a killer’s wet dream
with a stunning torso, strong shoulders and arms. Metaphorically speaking the
cock and balls were “to die for”; shortly, a number of fighters would find
out. Murray asked
the third umpire to inspect and give him a report on the fighting in the
centre of the pool. The second umpire passed on the incredible news that both
his nominees drowned. He recommends the use of shorts as a strangling tool.
The two fighters with the shorts around their necks had a sustained but fair
fight. They killed one another. The three veterans scored kills but the third
veteran is at the bottom of the pool. I hope management is organised to remove all these bodies. All remaining hit
men and bodyguards report to the third round at the end of the pool. The third
round: The two
nominees were effectively selected given that the four other nominees were
floating in the water. In spite of this obvious fact the Organisation
insisted that the two remaining teams fight one another. There was no problem
removing the bodies. Mafia friends were well organised
to do that. The fourth
veteran scored a kill early in the third round. It was deeply satisfying but
he knew deep down that this would be the last. A red scull capped fighter
grappled him from behind, and squashed his torso. He was physically unable to
resist. Then, the fighter clutched his head and forced it into the water. He
fought against swallowing the water but minutes later he lost consciousness. The two
nominees proved their skills strangling fighters with shorts around their
necks. It was too easy! The stragglers from the second round were welcome to
increase the number of kills. They came direct from the middle of the pool.
By and large they wore the shorts. The fighters who had chosen to drop the
shorts below the knee now regretted the choice. It was awkward moving around
the shallow bottom of the pool. The two nominees had the three umpires in
mind for targets. They would consider Murray as a target if a suitable
opportunity presented itself. The first
umpire was the only umpire who had scored a kill. He thought it time that the
other two umpires fully fought in the pool killing zone. By way of comparison
Murray was slightly embarrassed as he stood beside the pool. His cock was
rock solid hard. There was no doubt that his cock responded as he watched
fighters drowning each other. Murray knew that the remaining two nominees had
bigger balls than he did. At this point of the third round in the shallow
water it would be convenient if everybody revealed their cocks and balls. He
ordered everybody in the pool to pull down their shorts below the knee. If
they wished to take their shorts completely off they must wear them around
their necks. Murray was yet to score a kill. This was an oversight that he
would shortly rectify. In fact he was attacked by one of the nominees. The
brute gave him a fright when he ducked him under the water. Murray swallowed
a lot of water before he was able to grasp the nominees’ big balls. The grasp
was so painful that the nominee momentarily let go of him. Murray immediately
attacked the nominee by the throat. He pressed as if his life depended on
it—well, it did depend on it. The nominee started swallowing water, a little
at a time as he gasped for breath. Soon he wanted to chuck up but Murray’s
grip prevented him from doing this or better still escaping. Eventually the
nominee succumbed to the darkness and the body dropped away. The last
nominee smiled as he watched Murray score the kill. He thought he was home and hosed as the next District Leader. No way. Some
of the black scull cap wearing bodyguards had other
ideas. In some ways the pool was a leveller for
killing. Every man was an equal target. The men now fought in red or black scull cap packs with no respect for the three umpires, Murray
or the two remaining veterans. Now that all
cocks and balls were exposed, even if underwater, the second umpire had a
bright idea. He ordered every fighter to piss in the water. They laughed
loudly because they liked the idea of swallowing piss whilst drowning. Of
course, the pool chlorine tasted bitter compared to piss. The question at
hand was when to start the killing. The two veterans knew from experience
that aroused cocks performed like clockwork during the killing. There was no
question in their minds that their cocks spurted the moment they successfully
killed the targets. The fighters
regrouped ready for terminal action in the pool. The third umpire positioned
a whistle to his lips, blew loudly. The red and black scull
cap fighters advanced towards one another but found that the three umpires,
Murray and the two veterans were in the way. A few fighters would find
themselves upside down, legs thrashing, cocks and balls exposed for
manhandling, and all the while swallowing the pool water. Both the hit men
and the bodyguards enjoyed this method of killing. Did the piss taste sweet? Murray was
perplexed because the District Leader selection event proved to be a killing
spree. The hit men and bodyguards obviously enjoyed killing one another—someone
rather than no-one. He anticipated the drowning of the red scull cap nominee. Bodyguards didn’t take kindly to
potential District Leaders who failed to score a kill. The last red scull cap nominee may have looked the part but his
hesitancy was fatal in a killing zone. Nor was he known to share his cock.
These factors convinced the black scull cap
fighters to attack, hold him upside down with cock and balls exposed, and
force him to swallow the pool water. One of the bright sparks jerked the cock
off for its last time. The cock spurted profusely to their surprise. The
second bright spark then grabbed the balls and squeezed like an industrial
clamp. Maybe the pain was excruciating but maybe the nominee had already
swallowed enough piss and water not to worry. The first
umpire had an accident. He cracked his scull on the edge of the pool. Nobody
noticed it happening. Maybe a fighter got lucky and just did it. Blood
spurted out of the scull as his body slumped into the shallow water. The remaining hit
men and bodyguards chose to fight Murray as well as the second and third
umpires plus the two veterans. There were a number of close shaves. Fighting
in the swallow water was helpful in this case. Murray as well as the second
and third umpireshad the requisite strong arms,
shoulders and barrel chests but the brute force was insufficient to stop the
attackers, a combination of hit men and bodyguards. Two hit men grabbed hold
of Murray by the legs, held him barrel chest on top of the water; a bodyguard
forced Murray’s head underwater. Murray certainly thrashed hard to get out of
the situation but he kept swallowing water and gasping for oxygen. To add to
Murray’s predicament one of the hit men grabbed hold of his floating cock;
another hit man honed in on his balls. The pain was unbelievable when the hit
man pulped the balls. By comparison the second and third umpires drowned
without undue effort in spite of their predictable attempts to escape their
fate. The two
veterans remained alive at the conclusion to the swimming pool fight. It took
them awhile to work out how to contact Organisation
management in the absence of Murray and umpires. There was a wall telephone
near the dressing shed. The speaker said they would send somebody around
shortly to inspect. The remaining
hit men and bodyguards joined the veterans to lather up for a shower. It was
easy to insert a cock into each veteran’s lathered arse.
The representative from Organisation management
arrived at this point. He picked up two boxer shorts and dropped them over
the veterans’ heads. The fuckers quickly got the message. They intensified
the cock thrusts at the same time as twisting the boxer shorts tight around
the neck. The veterans resisted but to no avail. The strong legs, shoulders
and arms pinned the veterans against their attackers. The killing took a few
minutes before the veterans’ bodies slumped to the shower floor. The
representative was a clone from the world of hit men and bodyguards. He was
hairy chested with broad shoulders and strong arms.
He wore boxer shorts but was happy to pull out his cock for the remaining hit
men and bodyguards to see. The cock was big and the balls were bull-sized. The Boss will consider you for appointment
as the new District Leaders. He usually brings specialist staff to inspect
the pool and remove the bodies. The Boss expects hit men and bodyguards to
kill targets even if this includes Murray and umpires. Tell me Did you enjoy
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