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Military challenges for battle-hardened soldiers
Part I The Major, Maj Rappel, is an A+ officer according to the official
military service record. The unofficial record states that he is Infantry
officer cannon fodder. An assassin will terminate him under the cover of
fighting with soldiers under his command. The military authorities will
shortly arrange a combat event even though there has been no declaration of
formal war. The Maj has personal causes for concern
starting with a loss of confidence. He no longer has the required
kill-and-be-killed mindset necessary for combat. The second concern is a
consequence of the loss of confidence. He is unable to lead and discipline
the military forces under his command. The third concern is the pathetic size
of his cock. Poor officer: once upon a time he flaunted a big cock; now its shrunken size is an embarrassment. Maj Hur,
his predecessor, kept a splendid cock to himself. This proved to be part of
his undoing. His executioners had no compelling reasons to show mercy. According
to the official report he was KIA; according to the unofficial report six
soldiers fragged him. Maj Hur emphasised physical fitness. He installed overhead bars
for pull-up exercises. The bars were high enough off the ground to act as a
gallows. His feet would certainly thrash above the ground. The six soldiers
hung him with brutal simplicity. The noose broke his neck. In the opinion of Maj Rappel the executioners had been clumsy. He himself
once sighted hanging executions where rock-hard cocks spurted in tune with
the noose. The hanging sight was not imaginary; he participated in executions
where exposed cocks splashed onto the regulation
combat boots. He ordered surprised Privates to lick the boots. The Imperial Roman
Empire Army had no difficult in disciplining such renegade soldiers. They
simply lined them up in parade formation. Every tenth man was executed! The
procedure was called decimation. Times have changed. The six executioners may
be unidentified but they can still be punished. The collective punishment
must be a compulsory, combat incident designed for maximum slaughter. His battle-hardened
soldiers have not settled down. The experience of intense warfare has created
an addictive thirst: the soldiers want more of the danger at the expense of
their lives. For the military authorities this is a recognized episode in the
life cycle of a soldier. This is easily dealt with in the context of a
full-scale, continuous war. The commanders task the soldiers to fight until
they die or live on for the next combat mission. At the moment there is no
war: there are a number of undisclosed-to-the-public military incidents.
These are well-hidden from the mainland bureaucracy but orchestrated offshore
by gung-ho military officers. By and large the soldiers know about these
incidents. They are a given excuse for methodical military culling. For many
of them the prospect of returning to a civilian life is ruled out by their
addiction. In truth Maj Rappel’s body of soldiers
are eager for a military challenge and unconcerned about danger. Maj Rappel knows that his military
service will shortly end. He has read reports about officers having
accidents, KIA etc. Perhaps he can show some initiative. Why not die along
with many soldiers? The questions are: Whom can he trust
to discuss the proposed combat? Are there
equivalent forces willing to engage in opposing his battle-hardened soldiers?
What weapons and
other resources will he need to make it happen? The military
authorities created a small cadre of Discipline officers whose job it was to
maintain full military discipline, punish offenders and train soldiers to
return to combat. The military police occupied a number of positions but
there were other officers from different backgrounds. For example, two
officers come from a named Special Forces group. The unknown background
included combat service in unannounced wars with real killing. They had more
combat experience than the military police but they still needed to work
together. Maj Rappel advised the Colonel to
whom he reported that he would like to meet the Discipline group. Of course,
it was a routine visit where they might discuss combat plans for the
discipline of his battle-hardened soldiers. The Colonel chose
to send a representative in his place— Lt Brant, a combat virgin fresh from
graduation. The Lt’s enthusiasm for killing is in stark contrast to the
lethargy of Maj Rappel. The Colonel has itchy feet,
has secured promotion and a new posting away from the island. The last thing
he needs is neck-to-neck combat. Lt Brant brought a
short file with a hand-written note from the Colonel to the effect that the
Lt would take his place in both the discussions and any proposed combat. The Lt
had graduated with distinction in Bayonet Training. The Colonel was sure that
his bayonet’s expertise could fit into any combat proposals. The Lt brought
along a confidential file for approval. The Colonel wanted to transfer Cpl Tallong from Infantry to Military Police. The Colonel
thought that this Cpl might assist the Military Policemen officer, Lt Fuller,
in forthcoming combat duties. The cadre quickly read a summary of the Cpl’s
military record. “A hah!” The Colonel’s short
hand written note stated: “Cpl Tallong excels in castrating enemy soldiers. I’m sure his
service will be useful in any proposed combat.” This is military
double-speak: what is the Colonel really saying? He is bright: he knows that
Lt Fuller M.P. wants to include hard-core castration in any combat. The Cpl
is a daredevil: he strokes his cock whenever he considers the danger. The Lt
wonders about the size of the Cpl’s balls. Lt Fuller is happy
to accept the Cpl as a Trainee Military Policeman. He knows his superiors
will demand that the Cpl undertake specialist training. This will not be
necessary if the Cpl falls in any forthcoming combat. The quartermaster has
already processed an order for the new regulation knives; he will definitely
issue one to the Cpl and every soldier who wants one; and he will give
training instructions on its effective use. Loose barracks talk praises the
knife for the ease in which it slices off cocks and balls. What about the
Lt’s cock? How does it respond to the threat? The Lt knows from first hand experience that his cock responds with a
complete erection to authentic castration incidents. The Lt’s service record
lists his postings. There are more than usual partly because the units were
disbanded and amalgamated into new formations. There were no known enemy
killings recorded. The service record also omitted his participation in the
castration of a cowardly friendly-force soldier. This took place in the
barracks. Cowardice is
totally unacceptable to soldiers under any circumstances. His fellow soldiers
castrated a soldier who had seriously let them down during combat with
complete cowardice. The castration party consisted of five Privates led by
the Lt. They spreadeagled the target on the floor;
the Lt opened up the fly and yanked down the camouflage trousers to the
soldier’s boots; another soldier whipped out a knife and positioned it
underneath the balls; a third soldier positioned his knife directly above the
cock. The Lt checked them for the moment. The target’s cock was fully erect
now. The Lt beckoned a fourth soldier to masturbate the target. They would
carry out the castration immediately the target’s cock spurted. The fifth
Private opened up his fly, let out his cock, stood astride the target and
carefully stroked his cock. His spurt would splash down on the target. The Lt
felt slightly left out of the action; he opened up his fly; when all said and
done his cock was a respectable size; he was happy to show it to the
Privates. The Lt’s cock responded with military precision—firstly, with an impressive
erection and secondly, with profuse spurting. This happened at the precise
moment when the two knives castrated the target’s set of cock and balls. The
Lt ordered the remaining three soldiers to open up their camouflage flies and
masturbate over the target. The third soldier had very strong arms: the Lt
ordered him to break the target’s neck. The Lt had difficulty in organizing a
willing transport driver. The driver claimed that he had been left out of the
action; he insisted on stuffing the target’s mouth with the set of cock and
balls. The Lt took note of
the driver in case he ever needed his assistance for similar disciplinary
activities. The soldiers accompanied the driver to an area on the periphery
where the enemy was known to conduct formal patrols. In due course the Lt
reported that the target was missing from the barracks, and sent out a search
party. The soldier’s body was found intact with his severed cock and balls
stuffed into his mouth. The official military report stated he was KIA. This
was one of many instances where soldiers disciplined and executed their own
troops. For the first time Lt Fuller saw how bull-sized balls could be an
attractive target for the attacker but an asset for the soldier. The severed
balls were larger than usual, perhaps not fully bull-sized, but suitable for
a trophy—top secret, of course. Lt Fuller now made the effort to size up the
cocks and balls of troops he came in contact with. A second military
policeman, Capt. Cooper, is unimpressed with Maj
Rappel. He senses the loss of the kill-and-be-killed attitude; he assesses
the Maj as a wimp ripe for combat defeat and
termination. The Discipline cadre must select an experienced enemy leader.
They preferred combatants to be totally unknown to each other. This permitted
an element of surprise and genuine hand-to-hand combat. Maj
Rappel’s forces had been reduced to two platoons of thirty three soldiers
plus a stores group with a quartermaster. He lost an entire platoon in the
recent combat. Capt. Cooper smiles when he considers seventy fighters per
side fighting to the death. Is there a suitable killing ground big enough to
accommodate such a number of fighters? What about particular requirements
such as gallows, nooses and other weapons such as bayonets? The fighters
could use rifles with heavy wooden frames to pound heads and the bayonet
attachment to cut into the guts. The rifles would have to be specially issued
and lack the bolts for ammunition. By comparison the rifles issued today are
so light-weight they would barely squash an insect. One of the Special
Forces officers, Maj Mannhelder,
nicknamed “Man” for short, considered the numbers. They would have to get
permission to lose one hundred and fifty or so soldiers. The number of
casualties may not be so high but they had to make an estimate. There would
be no problem in getting the required number of discontinued wooden handle
rifles and bayonets from storage. But, it would take time. The military
authorities, of course, are big on culling. From their perspective they can
afford to lose one hundred and fifty or so soldiers. It cuts down the payroll
even though the pay is lousy. The other Special
Forces officer, Capt Kransdorf, considered the
limited range of weapons to be unusual for such a numbered force. There were
instances in Spain of combat engagements using such weapons—but that was two
centuries ago! Were there any expendable Spanish military forces suitable for
such a combat engagement? The Capt knew that the Spanish soldiers fought with
ruthless abandon; they welcomed fighting with rifle butts, bayonets and
castration knives—any gallows would be a playtime bonus. Yet, they took
hanging seriously and insisted on authentic nooses with proper secure
fittings. The Capt thought that he could accommodate Spanish requirements. The fifth officer
in the Discipline cadre, Maj Fernandez-Armesto, nicknamed “Buckshot”, had proposals which
extended the range of activities. Any Spanish forces would be invited—let us
make it clear that this is a military order--to join in combat with Maj Rappel’s forces. It will be fun for the combined
forces to get together. The military authorities have decreed “for the eyes
of participating soldiers only” that the combat will be terminal. The Spanish
leader will formally agree to these terms. There will be many survivors who
are assured of impunity against any military prosecution—and not a word would
be leaked to the outside civilian world. In the second instance, the
Spaniards must send an advance working party. These soldiers will supplement
the working parties already digging trenches. It is expected that serious
bayoneting will take place in the trenches; looking to the future the
trenches will be a convenient stockpile for any fallen soldiers. Additional
working parties may be necessary to install fixtures such as gallows in the
killing zone. Maj “Buckshot” because of his
Latin-Spanish heritage has insider information. Spanish troops already engage
in such terminal combat. They just don’t brag about it outside their barracks.
The Maj is curious. He wants the Spaniards to
organize such combat—perhaps the opening combat incident to which spectators
can be invited. He believes that the Spaniards like players strangling
opponents during the combat. He once fought in
terminal strangling combat. He was a raw Lt. The combat was the highlight of
his fantasy life. Even now he feels the energy flowing through his strong
arms and hands. He used to complain about the compulsory physical exercises
to strengthen his arms and hands; during the game he praised his physical
task-masters. It was touch-and-go at one point. An opponent fixed strong
hands firmly around his neck and started to throttle him. In spite of the
pain it was incredibly exciting. His erect cock burst through the fly of his
camouflage trousers. The opponent saw this, withdrew one hand to open up his
own fly and let out an erect cock. By now Lt “Buckshot” positioned his arms
around the opponent’s neck. Both cocks are fully erect. All hands apply
pressure to the necks. The Lt gets a slight edge as the opponent gasps for
air. The Lt applies fullthrottle. Both cocks start
spurting down the front of the camouflage trousers as far as their boots. The
Lt’s neck is really sore but he withstands the pressure. The opponent’s eyes
start to roll and the tongue pops out. The Lt fully chokes the opponent until
he starts to drop to the ground. The Lt has time to see both spent cocks. The
opponent slumps down dead. The Lt cries out: “Target terminated!” In retrospect the
soldiers could have undone their flies and exposed their cocks at the
beginning. Capt Kransdorf questions Lt Brant, the Colonel’s envoy,
closely. The Lt has graduated with high expectation. Would he like to command
soldiers in any particular activity? Well, yes. He achieved distinction in
bayonet class. He has training class knowledge of the uses of the bayonet. In
short he wants to try out the bayonet on real enemy soldiers. What if the
bayonet was a classic design attached to the old-style rifle? Would this worry
him? Well, no. “Permit me to see your bare stomach.” Capt Kransdorf is stretching his authority but he has reason.
Lt Brant exposes the bottom of his hairless chest and his tough stomach. “Are you prepared
for a bayonet to thrust into your guts? If I might say so a bayonet would
find thrusting into your guts very appealing.” “You mean the enemy
soldier wouldn’t want to stick the bayonet right through my stomach and pin
me to the ground?” “I think, Lt Brant,
you have been reading too many war novels.” “Sir, you are
correct. My idea of bayonet heaven is a field of fallen soldiers with long
bayonets thrust right through their torsos and pinning them to the ground.” “Your idea is very
commendable. Show me your guts one more time. Yes, I can see a soldier wanting
to bayonet you through the guts one day. The important thing is that you
thrust your bayonet into as many guts as possible before this day. I’m sure
your instructor taught you that even though you bayonet a target through the
guts the target still has the blade to stick his bayonet back into your guts.
Dismiss!” Capt Cooper
wondered who would be responsible for the gallows. He envied the soldiers who
served in old-fashioned armies where discipline was strict and offenders were
hung from the gallows—often the entire unit formed up with weapons to watch
the execution. He imagined the line up of erect
cocks spurting against the cloth trousers. Maj “Mann” was a brawny soldier,
clumsy with his hands and prone to bump into soldiers whilst on parade. His
killing credentials were impeccable. He took the task onto himself of
organizing the rifle butts. His vision of an ideal killing field was one
where soldiers had a good time. By this he meant that soldiers club each
other, crack skulls open and impale torsos with bayonets. He was convinced
that some of the famous battles in history were packed with soldiers having a
good time. The challenge is to create the combat conditions whereby soldiers
fight without reservation but with a kill-and-bekilled
attitude. There was no reason why the troops under Maj
Rappel’s command would fail the challenge. He hoped that Capt Kransdorf succeeded in getting the Spaniards as enemy
combatants. They rated A+ in slaughterhouse combat. He wondered why the
Colonel had kept his distance. In truth the Colonel had received a new
posting and was eager to move on. Maj “Mann”,
however, smelt a rat. He knew that the Discipline cadre would be endangering
their lives in any terminal combat. It was only fair that the Colonel take
part. He plotted quietly to ensure the Colonel not only took part but would
be terminated during the combat. For this he would need military policemen.
Guards could be tasked to drag the Colonel where he would have to fight for
his life. It was a bright idea for the moment. The Spanish leader might
convince the Colonel that he must appear as a spectator in the opening
combat. The proposed
Spanish leader is a veteran of a number of long-lasting Colonial wars. He is Maj Miguel with the nickname “killer” (in Spanish). He
expected promotion to a higher rank but it didn’t happen. There is no pension
plan because he understands that the authorities will terminate him one way
or another. In truth he is happy with his reliable troops. They are a
blood-thirsty bunch prepared to die with him. He is slightly perplexed about
the request for an opening combat scenario. He orders three Sgts to report to him-one from the Military Policemen,
one from Infantry and one from Artillery. They line up in parade formation
with their legs wide apart and hands clasped behind their backs. The Maj inspects them with his fly wide open. He wants them
to see his super-sized thick cock. He deliberately opens up their flies and
handles their cocks. It’s a Spanish plot: the four cocks are whoppers. He
laughs, the three Sgts laugh and he orders them to
Attention, Dismiss and Sit Down. “Sgts. The military authorities have invited us to send
two platoons of thirty three soldiers plus a few extras to Pirate Island. I
guess that will include all of you. The purpose of the mission is to engage
in terminal combat. In short our duty is to slaughter the troops on the
island. At worst there will be no survivors, at best a few soldiers. The
terminal combat is a convenient method of culling the numbers. Relax. There’s
no point in looking worried. Now you know the broad purpose of the mission.
It isn’t every day that a soldier can volunteer for full-frontal combat such
as hardcore clubbing with rifle butts, proper rifle bayonet attachments and
the new castration knives. I asked for and got gallows. We can design the
killing zone. The start might be combat for which there will be selected
spectators; then, the spectators disperse to become warriors in other combat.
I repeat that the combat will be terminal. There might be administrative
rules for particular combat but, by and large, all soldiers have a license to
terminate any soldier of any rank in the killing zone. The immediate purpose
of you reporting to me relates to your knowledge and participation in the Spanish
terminal combat. The military authorities believe that some of this combat
used soccer balls. The military authorities propose that we open the
activities with such a combat ball. They consider it suitable for spectators.
We are expected to design such combat. Officially I do not
know about the conduct of Spanish terminal combat with or without balls. I
ordered you here to give me the required background information. Construct a
suitable plan based on your experience. Yes, I know you fought in such terminal
combat.” Sgt Francisco
Artillery is, in fact, the senior veteran of such terminal ball combat. He
participated in and survived three incidents. Sgt Pedro Infantry participated
in and survived two combat incidents. Sgt Antonio M.P. participated in and
survived one combat incident. “It’s a challenge
when you tell us that we will shortly fight to the death. A soldier has
little control over the hour of his death. He only has the certainly that he
will face death. The three of us have had the good fortune to be successful
killers. I am sure I am speaking for the three of us when I state that the
terminal combat ball incidents were fucking marvellous!
We will remember the killing highs until we face death itself.” Sgt Francisco
turned and looked into the eyes of the other two Sgts.
Maj Miguel continued: “The players will
expect it to be ‘fucking marvellous’ to use your
language. Sgt. You will describe the incidents which you consider ‘fucking marvellous’. However, first permit the other Sgts to make a statement.” Sgt Pedro spoke out
at considerable length: “I fought in two
flawed combat ball incidents. The first incident was based on a routine
soccer match. Every Spanish soldier plays soccer but not every Spanish
soldier is primed to play terminal combat ball. The umpire Ramon was too weak
in enforcing game discipline. A surprising number of soldiers ignored his
instructions. There was no security or guard backup for the umpire Ramon.
Sooner or later the umpire Ramon became a target. In a sense this was
understandable as the umpire Ramon was sexually appealing to the raw
recruits. They attacked the umpire Ramon too soon in the game. The more
experienced players were unconcerned with the safety of the umpire Ramon.
They were happy to let the raw recruits attack him sexually. The attack
turned into an authentic brutal rape. They kept him standing upright, pulled
down his camouflage trousers to his knees; three of them gang raped him up
the arse; a fourth sucked off his cock. My
estimation of the unsatisfactory inclusion of raw recruits was reinforced by
the follow-up to the rape. They simply let him go with a sore arse and continued playing soccer. The other players felt
left down by this immature behaviour. The umpire
Ramon could not leave the killing ground; he pulled up his camouflage
trousers, took off his shirt and wrapped it around his waist. He tracked down
and targeted one of his rapers. He used the shirt
as a noose. A nearby goalkeeper helped him drag the raw recruit to a
goalpost, tied him up to the wooden beam and hung him. For a bonus the umpire
Ramon opened up the target’s fly, pulled out the cock
and balls and yanked. The goalkeeper had an extra weapon positioned in his
boots. He bent down, unsheathed the knife, smiled, waited until the umpire
Ramon finished pulling off the cock and then
slashed off the cock and balls. Wow! The balls are
very big for such a junior player. The set of cock and balls will look good
as a trophy spread across a hairy chest. The soldiers who were primed captured
and killed targets mostly by strangulation or the breaking of necks. The two
goalkeepers strangled stray players who lurked near the goalposts. I’m proud
of my record of strangling two targets both of whom were creditable
opponents. The more experienced players were happy to terminate the raw
recruits who presented a weak challenge. There’s always an exception to the
rule: one raw recruit proved to be an ace killer—he challenged and strangled
the second goalkeeper and survived. Those of us who saw him in action were
very impressed. Pte Jose is here with the Infantry,
looking for promotion and eager to take on special duties. He is capable of
tracking down, attacking and terminating designated targets. I recommend that
you keep his services in mind for future combat occasions. I’m not sure that
I can recommend the umpire Ramon but he is still around and completely
expendable for future combat. The second combat
ball incident was conducted with players stripped down to a pair of shorts
and boots. The round soccer ball was dropped into grease buckets as part of
the game. The objective of the combat was to pass the soccer ball and score a
goal; along the way players’ chests were greased when they held the ball;
when players pulled down shorts the cocks and balls were fully greased. Some
players were dumped upside down in bigger grease containers. The legs, balls
and cocks were raised above the grease level. This permitted manhandling and
in some cases the sadistic crushing of balls. After this sadistic treat the
targets were fully dumped. The umpire Luis in
the grease game had a striking hairless bare chest with a whistle on a lead
around his neck. I pounded his head with the greased soccer ball. The grease
ran down his face and partly blocked his vision. I pulled down his shorts,
scooped up a fresh handful of grease and whacked the grease all over his cock
and balls. Two players pinned him from behind. This was very helpful for me.
The umpire Luis was unable to resist my thorough greasing of his chest. I tried
to retrieve the whistle but it was stuck around his neck. The players asked
me to pull the greased cock. To my surprise the cock was erect. ‘Alright Mr. Umpire
Luis. I’m going to pull your cock like you have never felt before.’ By now both my hand
and the erect cock was smothered in thick grease. I guess it was industrial
grease, possibly mechanical as used by the Tanks. One of the players pinning
him down from behind lowered his right hand onto the cock, pushed my hand
aside and pulled hard. The umpire Luis gasped and allowed his cock to spurt
over me. I expected that we would terminate the umpire Luis by dumping him
upside down in a big grease container. This was not the case. The two players
each positioned a hand around his neck and slowly strangled him. The
unexpected attacks came from two directions. An additional two players strode
from behind, strangled both of the players who were in front of me at the
same time that they were strangling the umpire Luis. The other attack came
from behind me. Somebody pulled down my shorts, dumped a grease bucket down
my chest. The smell of the grease was putrid but heaven for a grease master.
Whilst my hands were free to counter-attack the choking of my neck was
seductive. The feeling was terrific. The choking proceeded to the point where
I started to drift in and out of consciousness; breathing was difficult; the
feeling was wonderful feeling and enlivened with the terminal game threat. In
truth I couldn’t resist the relentless pressure. I couldn’t see my attacker.
Then there was an interruption. The explanation seems to be that another
player choked my attacker. I find it exciting when a second player chokes the
first player who is currently choking a target. The pressure stopped. I wiped
my face. I pulled down the shorts of the two players in front of me as they
started to crumple to the ground. I grabbed a full bucket and shared the
grease between them. Somebody dumped half a bucket over my attacker. I must
add that the duties of some players included filling up the buckets and
positioning them where they could be used. At first I thought their role was
too limited but they proved me wrong. They took the initiative and strangled
at least two targets. Towards the climax a beefy naked and fully greased
player tackled one of them on the ground; he dumped the player’s head into a
small bucket and held it down whilst the player choked on the grease. The
goalkeepers had little to do as the players rarely captured and aimed the
ball through the goal posts. If I remember correctly warmed up players
captured both goalkeepers, pulled their pants down, and chucked grease
buckets down their chests. The goalkeepers took this in bad faith; they
protested; some players checked out big grease buckets—these were already
overflowing; some players made a terminal game decision. They attacked both
goalkeepers and strangled them. None of the teams scored a goal so it was
unclear whether anybody had won. At the end of the combat incident all the
survivors were covered in grease. I was unable to tell who had survived. I do
remember that a separate group was tasked to finish off and remove the
players in the bigger grease containers and so on. At the time I felt this
was slightly unfair to the survivors who were, by now, in a killing frame-of-mind.
An afterthought is that more attention must be paid to the training of the
umpires. This is a long story to point out that it is necessary to have a
replacement umpire.” Sgt Antonio spoke
in turn: “Let’s obey the
military authorities and play with a soccer ball. Construct a playing field
with goalposts. Nominate two umpires, two goalkeepers and two team leaders.
The punch line is that we turn the entire playing area into a free-for-all
killing zone. The teams can be standard size of about thirteen players each.
Do you want security guards? What about reserve players? Volunteers can be at
hand to replace fallen players. Are you happy to have spectators join in? I
hope the players would concentrate on strangling as well as play ball. On
such a playing field the combat can be partly fought with two against one,
three against two, four against three and so on. I would task both umpires to
organize and fight in a side-by-side Congo circle. The objective is for the
players to use each hand to throttle the players standing beside them. This
requires considerable hand strength and concentration when the brain starts
to get dizzy, breathing becomes difficult and extra physical effort is
required to terminate the target. The players remain standing until they
slump down unconscious. The circle combat can be designed along Imperial
Roman gladiator lines so that the players continue to the Last Man Standing.
Some soldiers prefer the immediacy of face-to-face strangulation. As a side
issue the players can be stripped to the buff, wear camouflage trousers with
open flies and regulation boots. The teams can be identified by wearing
different colour caps. Otherwise how do you end the
combat? In my experience military policemen prefer brawn and brutality to
playing soccer. I’m sure we can find something suitable.” Maj Miguel spoke: “I expected
somebody to say that the winning team executes the losing team. But, this
wasn’t the case in all the combat you remembered. At a certain point the
survivors just finished killing. If we focus on the necks—and this applies to
any activities on the gallows—I see the need for military barbers to freshly
clip the necks. Make a note that we require barbers on location. I’m sure we
can call for barber volunteers—and they can join in the combat. Then, the
necks are ready for an attack by hands or the nooses. Can we incorporate the
noose into our combat? It’s food for thought. There could be two gallows at
opposite ends of the playing area—even located beside the goalposts. A player
from both sides could be captured and strung up on the gallows. The twist
would be that his own side must score a goal through the very goalposts
beside his gallows. Then, the noose would be fully tightened and his body
would be released to hang. Yes, I like the idea. Sgt Francisco it’s
your turn. Tell us what was ‘fucking marvellous’.” Sgt Francisco
cleared his throat: “The Artillery unit
is located well away from other units. For this reason it conducts its own
terminal combat. There was a problem in getting the required number of
players: Artillery had a platoon of thirty three soldiers who were expendable
in the big picture but it needed to ask for volunteers from other corps. An
officer negotiated a game with an Engineer platoon. The engineers had other
ideas about conducting terminal combat. They insisted on using their own
killing ground. Furthermore, they had constructed a series of fixed gallows.
My personal idea of combat heaven is a field full of soldiers hanging from
fixed gallows with spent cocks jutting out of camouflage trousers. It was
‘fucking marvellous’ to fight like this. I enjoyed
noosing targets, pulling the targets up off the ground, securing the ropes,
opening up the trouser flies and watching the complete hanging procedure.” Maj Miguel interrupted: “You left out a key
point. We want to know if a player placed a noose around your neck and
hoisted you up to the hanging beam. Your Sgt Pedro colleague was honest
enough to tell us that he enjoyed the intense feeling of being strangled. Over
to you.” Sgt Francisco
continued: “Yes Sir. I
confess. An ugly engineer noosed me with a thick rope, hoisted me up and
secured the ropes. He left me standing with my boots straddled on a narrow
beam. He carefully positioned me so that when I weakened my boots would fall
off the beam. The noose whilst secure would then complete cutting into my
neck and choke me. The broad scenario is that I hung beside two other
targets. I was conscious enough to follow the progress of their hangings. In
both cases they slipped; I watched and heard the throat hanging rattles. The
erect cocks bulged against the camouflage trousers. I was sorry I couldn’t
see the erect cocks spurt for the last time. I saw the stain. I constantly
felt the noose which made me light-headed. I wanted the noose to complete my
hanging but it didn’t happen this time. This experience is what I declare to
be ‘fucking marvellous’. It was an incredible
turn-on. A second engineer noticed my bulge. He opened up the fly of my
camouflage trousers and pulled out my cock. It was already erect. He called
out to his fighting colleague: “Over here!” The third engineer
laughed when he saw my erect cock. “Pull out his
balls!” “Hmnn. I classify them as bull-sized. Does he keep them?” “Let’s keep his
cock erect for the moment.” The engineer walked
across to a nearby hanging target. “Let’s see if we
get a trophy here.” The engineer pulled
out the set of cock and balls. “Nice one! Lend me
your knife.” “I’m happy to
oblige. I have already claimed a target.” He wipes the blood
off the knife onto his camouflage trousers and hands it to the engineer. “I don’t think the
target will feel this. He looks dead.” The engineer slices
off the set of cock and balls. “The Artillery
target is too high for me to stuff his mouth with the cock and balls.
Remember our Lt is collecting these trophies for a chest necklace. He intends
to decorate the best killer.” Maj Miguel interrupted: “Spare us your
rescue. Elaborate on ‘noosing targets’. Did you help other soldiers hoist targets?”
Sgt Francisco
explained: “Not only did I
help hoist three targets but I personally noosed two other targets.” Maj Miguel continued: “Good. We have the
required picture. Now open up your fly and let us see the size of your cock
again… Is it erect? Yes, it is. I’m going to pull rank. The four of us are
going to circle jerk—a four handed jerk. Quickly: pull your cocks out and
balls out before the Sgt Francisco splashes. Don’t be shy.” They formed a
circle big enough for their arms to stretch out and grasp the four cocks. At
the beginning of the meeting they had checked out the large size of their
cocks. The ball sizes were unequal—the largest belonged to Sgt Antonio,
followed by Maj Miguel, Sgt Pedro and Sgt
Francisco. Now Sgt Francisco’s cock was fully erect and poised to spurt. Maj Miguel took the initiative and grabbed Sgt Pedro’s
cock. Sgt Pedro immediately knew that his Maj had
high expectations for him and his soldiers in the games. Sgt Antonio
positioned himself so that he held the Maj Miguel’s
cock in his right hand. He had long had phantasies
about fucking the Maj but this would do for the
moment. Sgt Francisco grasped the Military Policemen’s cock. It was a really
nice cock to grasp. He eyed it off little knowing that the cock would shortly
fuck him up the arse. “Steady! Stroke the
cocks gently for a few minutes. Aim the cocks so that they spurt at each
other. We can be messy on this ground.” Sgt Pedro
positioned his hand around the cock poised to
spurt. In fact Sgt Pedro had the most difficulty in controlling his own cock.
Telling his long story must have primed his cock. He didn’t want to let down
the Maj who was stroking his cock. “My cock is primed
to spurt Maj.” The Maj looked sideways at Sgt Antonio. He instantly knew
that the biggest balls in the circle would attract attention in any combat
zone and be a valuable target. “Is your cock ready
M.P.?” The M.P. Sgt agreed
but he would have liked a longer circle jerk. Sgt Francisco had firmly
grasped his cock and was pulling hard rather than stroking. Sgt Pedro
clutched Sgt Francisco’s cock really hard to force it to ejaculate. “Here they come!” The four cocks
spurted in unison. The Maj’s cock spurted the most
profusely. The three Sgt’s were impressed and pleased with their sperm splattered
hands. “Come on, “the Maj continued. “Put your wet hands up against another
mouth. Force us to lick and swallow your hands clean.” The four soldiers
swallowed the cum. Then, Sgt Francisco broke away, bent down, opened up his
mouth and sucked Sgt Pedro’s cock. Sgt Pedro was caught by surprise. His cock
prepared for a second explosion. Sgt Francisco withdrew his mouth from the
cock, took a facial spurt. He collected the spurt and shoved his hand into
the face of Sgt Antonio. Sgt Antonio responded roughly: to everybody’s
amazement he pulled down Sgt Francisco’s camouflage pants and thrust his cock
up the arse. The cock was strong enough to fuck Sgt
Francisco. The fuck was tough and painful. It had been a long while since Sgt
Francisco had been fucked by a big cock. The Maj continued before they caught their breath: “I hate to
interrupt the proceedings. It’s time to move on. Spare a thought about
whether you want to wear a trophy necklace in combat. Yes, that’s exactly
what I have in mind—real cocks and balls fashioned into a trophy necklace.
Maybe the umpires might consider wearing them but their chests would have to
be bare. By the way Sgt M.P.: I admire the size of your balls. The problem
you have is that both friendly and enemy soldiers will want to cut them off.
Apparently the latest model regulation knives will cut off your cock and
balls with ease. I’m sure this threat will give you the incentive to design
winning combat plans with victorious fighters. I will call the next meeting
tomorrow at this time fur further discussion. Bring
your plans. Dismiss!” Maj Fernandez-Armesto,
nicknamed “Buckshot”, informed Maj Miguel that they
would meet in two days time for a briefing. This would be confidential. His
driver would remain strictly with the vehicle. He was to bring neither
officers nor NCOs. He was to carry a regulation pistol and wear a full
uniform. The Discipline
cadre inspected the terrain a few days later. The trenches could be built in the
sand hills. Digging the trenches would be easier. This could be the killing
zone specializing in rifle butting and bayoneting. There was a field suitable
for ball combat complete with easy goal placement. It was perhaps too big but
there needed to be room for spectators. Could the field be recycled for
further combat? The area beside the playing field was recessed. One bright
suggestion was to position fixed pegs and ropes on the ground. Players could
capture targets and spread-eagle them into position. They could watch the
players fight with their castration knives; sooner or later the players will
come for their cocks and balls. At best they could look forward to choking on
a set of cocks and balls. The Players would be instructed to finish off the emasculated.
The gallows presented a construction problem. A final decision had not been
made: the gallows could be built in a private area or scattered across all
areas. Whilst the soldiers might volunteer for a particular killing zone the
combat itself might disperse them into different killing zones. There was a
need for methodical issue of weapons. The opening combat ball players did not
need rifle butts and fixed bayonets. However, if they survived they would
need rifle butts to move onto the trench area. The castration game would be
very cruel. This is best played in teams with group dynamics. The challenge
will be to find two tough umpires. The experienced umpires know they are very
vulnerable. This raises the issue of whether umpires can be brought in from
“outside”. Again the players would not need rifle butts immediately. The
Spaniards will find the gallows a breeze, too easy and for that reason they
might underestimate the tenacity of their opponents. The Spaniards are
expected in excel in the trenches but the fortunes of combat might fall in
other ways. Capt Cooper
wondered whether he could bring military policemen from outside to act as
umpires. It was a challenging task. Military policeman could expect to blow
their whistle and with luck terminate a target or two. Key players hunt them
down for special attention. On the other hand their orders must be to report
for duty. He submitted a formal request for eight umpires and two in reserve:
this broke down into two for the ball game, two for the castration game, two
for the hanging game and two for the trench games. The two in reserve could
act as guards but if necessary assist the umpires. Their rank was immaterial.
However, they needed to be tough as steel. The nature of the games varied but
the trench and the castration games in particular would be very bloody. The
bayonets and the knives would hack into flesh. The umpires will be
disciplining the players so they will need confidence and be convincing in
the killing grounds. During a standard soccer game the umpires wore shorts,
boots, a whistle on a bare chest and sometimes caps. They would be physically
vulnerable during a terminal game especially as the players might be wearing
camouflage trousers, boots, bare chests and caps. It’s a long time since WW11
whose soldiers wore
military shorts in the North African desert campaigns. Very few military
forces include shorts as part of their uniforms today. The quartermaster
might be able to procure ten pairs of WW11 shorts. Capt Cooper fancied
umpires wearing boots, shorts, a whistle, a cap, bare chests and the
occasional cock and ball necklace. The latter is probably just a fantasy and
not a practical item. Ball combat:
(strangulation) (drowning) Sgt Pedro Maj Fernando-Armesto
Maj Rappel The trenches:
(rifle butting, bayoneting) Lt Brant, bayonet Sgt Antonio Maj Mannhelder
Maj Miguel Sgt Marlowe and
barbers Castration: Lt Fuller, Cpl Tallong Capt Kransdorf Hanging: Sgt Francisco Colonel Capt Cooper Pte Jose Waiting assignment:
Quartermaster Lt Borso Staff Sgt Bonner
and nine umpires Military policemen
guarding perimeter Administrative
requirements: Capt Cooper
considers the issuing of new Dog Tags. This is an additional fantasy
requiring a lot of work. He liked the idea of soldiers giving up their
existing Dog Tags and willingly wearing a new item. It would be specific to
the forthcoming combat, include regimental number, rank and possibly a short
slogan or even icon displaying preferences. Sgt Pedro had
already undertaken the task of arranging barbers for the Spanish troops. It
was peculiar that the troops preferred barbers from their own nationality.
The barbers had some leeway in executing the haircuts. For example, there was
a standard procedure for those interested in hanging and strangling. The
necks in particular are shaved to permit nooses to cut through the skin and
hands to grip for strangling. Maj Mannhelder
had great trouble in finding suitable barbers for the opposing troops. A
barber who survived a previous combat engagement had been pensioned off as a
reward for his outstanding achievement. In the end he had to settle for one
teacher to supervise and train hair hackers. The combat performance of these
hair hackers was questionable based on previous experience. They were ideal
cannon fodder. The teacher, a Sgt Marlowe, from a HQ unit proved to be
invaluable. He understood the nuances of the various combat opportunities; he
imparted his knowledge to the hair hackers; and he achieved the rare
distinction of motivating the troops for their forthcoming combat. The
barbers directly asked the soldiers about their preferences. The soldiers
were happy to express preferences without the pressure of officers and NCOs
directing them. Sgt Marlowe ensured that necks were shaved in accordance with
Maj Mannhelder’s
instructions. The actual haircut was a variation of the hairstyles they were
used to. As Major Mannhelder had taken Sgt Marlowe
and the barbers under his wing—so to speak —he decided to include them in the
trenches. The barbers were strong enough for rifle butting and looked
promising bayonet users. Sgt Marlowe may well like the opportunity to bayonet
soldiers in the guts. It beats desk work at HQ. Capt Kransdorf had a major problem the details of which had to
be kept strictly under wraps. The Colonel who would reluctantly visit the
killing zone would have a protective guard. These are MPs but provided from
the mainland HQ. Where and how could the Colonel be forced to fight to the
death? The MPs could hardly be expected to fight their own corps. Maj Fernandez-Armesto,
nicknamed “Buckshot”, might have an answer from the Spanish troops. Pte Jose with backup might well both fight the MP guards
and the Colonel. His primary mission will be to terminate the Colonel. Of
course, official military procedure will dictate that he will be executed for
killing a superior officer. “Buckshot” liked these scenarios but is unlikely
to see it happen. He is nominated for the opening ball game round. Who knows
whether he will survive the strangulations? Capt Kransdorf had another problem. He liked his cock, he
liked his cock spewing but he had developed a dangerous practice. He liked
attacking other soldiers and cutting off their cocks and balls. The practice
was deeply satisfying. Sooner or later a soldier like Cpl Tallong
was going to “get lucky” and slice off his cock and balls. In truth he was
excited by the constant danger. He visually selected soldiers he came across
and wondered they were suitable targets for castration. Lt Fuller shared
the same interest as well as a striking cock. He was somewhat rougher when he
fucked an arse. Both cocks shared a similarity:
they were prime targets for castration. Furthermore a lucky soldier would use
the cock thickness and size to choke his opponent. The umpires
reported to Capt Cooper: in total a Lt, Lt Borso,
led ten umpires. Capt Cooper understood that their rank was above Sgt but
below Officer. They exuded authority which must be obeyed. In a sense they
represented a Wild Bunch; they were comfortable in killing zones. Yes, they
were utterly brutal. Their task was assisting soldiers to terminate live
targets; at no point would they rescue soldiers in danger. They permitted
themselves to swallow the sadistic pleasures of soldiers in action. In fact
they considered their duties as a tribute, a present from the military for
their service. They were not trained MPs contrary to Capt Cooper’s
expectation. They passed themselves off as infantry but the Capt suspected
this was just a cover. The Capt was deeply impressed when he eventually saw
them stripped down to the waist. Their torsos were a powerhouse of muscle.
Apparently they had access to serious gym equipment. They brought special
umpire caps, black regulation sports shorts, whistles and recording
paraphernalia. Meanwhile Capt
Cooper had requested regulation WW11 army shorts; well, he got a dozen pairs.
For a dare there was a second item: regulation camouflage long trousers were
cut open like leather chaps to expose cocks and balls. The umpires opted for
the WW11 army shorts because they could see extra uses with the attached
belt; they insisted volunteers could wear the camouflage “chaps”. Some
soldiers enjoyed the exposure during combat especially when erect. They were
free to shoot sperm as an alternative weapon. 28 February 2011 Lt Borso was old enough to kick ass but young enough to have
no qualms about killing the enemy—he carried out his military duties with
textbook brainwashing. He was somewhat critical of the loose thinking
involved in the forthcoming combat. In his opinion—and he wasn’t supposed to
have an opinion—the purpose was to create combat conditions where soldiers
could terminate the enemy (whoever they might be) with resolute fighting. In
a sense soldiers could put aside their discipline and concentrate on their
fighting skills. The difficulty came when the excitement of being a victor
was tempered with life threatening combat. Deep down soldiers preferred to
kill rather than be killed. The reality of kill-and-be-killed was different
to any fantasy. The officer school quickly identified Lt-in-training Borso as an ideal candidate for a killing unit nicknamed
Eagle Strike. It was unusual to place inexperienced officers directly into
such a highly classified unit. The newly graduated Lt Borso
was fearless and very persuasive in leading gung-ho soldiers into highly
dangerous combat. The soldiers under his raw command were wary of his fierce
discipline but prepared to fight to the last man. Hesitancy was forbidden in
a killing zone. Shoot first and ask questions later. Staff Sgt Bonner
shared a secret with other members of the unit. He saw Lt Borso’s
cock spurt during a mission. The circumcised cock was thick and spurted
profusely. The Lt’s balls appeared to be firm enough to support the cock’s
mission. Staff Sgt Bonner’s secret was slightly different: his balls were
bull-sized behind the camouflage trousers. During his encounters with the
enemy he discovered that the enemy considered bull-sized balls an
irresistible target. When he was a Pte he joined the Military Cattle Cut Club. The MCCC was
comparatively unknown in respectable military circles. Membership catered for
a very specific group of enthusiasts. Membership was no light matter: summons
to serve at the “Stakes” might come at any moment. There were other
considerations: in the first instance potential members had to have proper
sized cocks and balls; they must be genuine targets which enemy soldiers
would find worthy of cutting off. In the second instance the soldiers needed
a compelling desire to compete in a cutting fantasy. It’s true that some
soldiers were shy about acknowledging their interest. Fully fledged members
were required to sound out potential members. In the third instance CCC
sponsored events must fit into current military operations. For this reason
they were infrequent, arranged at short notice and basically in static
periods. Commanders of units still had to give permission for members to
participate. On the whole they were happy to give permission. Nevertheless
the fact that membership encompassed both valuable officers as well as
soldiers gave rise to concern about potential loss of manpower. The then Pte Bonner experienced his darkest fantasies during a
surprise combat event. It was a search/hunt down/capture event requiring the
execution of captured prisoners. Somebody must have
come from cattle country where cattle were rounded up and castrated. In this
case there were a fixed number, seven, of execution positions. The captured
prisoners from both sides were tied upside down from high railings. Their
cocks and balls were exposed for all to examine. The victor soldiers were
surprised to discover that both leaders including a Lt were lined up for
execution. The line up consisted of a Lt plus two soldiers from friendly
forces plus an enemy Sgt, a Cpl and two soldiers from the enemy. In another
situation the winner would have been the friendly forces; in this situation
the enemy Lt commanded the executioners. Once the capturing part of the event
was completed the enemy Lt took charge. The rules of engagement permitted him
to continue fighting alongside the execution of the captive prisoners on
“stakes”. Almost in a friendly manner he commanded the surviving soldiers to
physically inspect and manhandle every exposed cock. The then Pte Bonner was excited to join in. It was taken for
granted that manhandling included cocks to spurt. Soldiers shouted when a
cock spurted. The process took nearly ten minutes. One cock remained unspent.
The Lt took the initiative and ordered one of his soldiers to wield his
castration knife. The severed genitals were then shoved into the mouth of a
dumb soldier from friendly forces. The soldier started to gag so the Lt
strode across and re-arranged the cock so that its head pointed outwards. The
Lt pushed back the soldier’s head, pumped the severed cock and balls down the
throat and held on. The soldier grasped for air but slowly choked. An enemy
soldier helped out his Lt by slicing off the fallen soldier’s cock and balls.
In turn this soldier shoved them into another mouth. There was a pause for
the next phase of the execution. The Lt ordered the then Pte
Bonner to castrate his captured officer. All privates obey orders. He barely
remembered the Lt’s surname beyond “Sir!” but he sure remembered slicing off
the Lt’s cock and balls. To his surprise the balls were bull-sized and
genuine trophies. The Pte was startled when the
severed cock—head pointing outwards—was shoved into his mouth. He succeeded
in keeping the cock head pointing outwards for the duration of the combat.
The five remaining prisoners on the stakes were tied so securely that they
couldn’t escape their fate. The remaining Pte
soldiers did a thorough job. In fact they were so warmed up they continued
fighting as the enemy Lt had wished. At the point where the Lt closed the
encounter four soldiers mouthed cocks and balls but kept their own intact.
Six soldiers were slumped dead on the ground. The Lt tasked three soldiers to
finish off any surviving targets. Almost as an afterthought the Lt tasked two
soldiers to collect the trophies. Pte Bonner was
relieved to survive the situation; he liked the close proximity of the
severed cock and balls but feared choking. As a matter of
security he could not admit to slicing off the cock
and balls of his very own officer! The incident was reported to the higher
authorities who took note and raised him unofficially in their estimation.
However, he could expect no mercy in future combat. A record was kept
in official files under the heading Membership. A tick was recorded for
participation in every MCCC event. Capt Kransdorf had wanted to join the MCCC immediately he
found out about it. His superior officer vetoed his application for the
moment. His officer skills were considered essential to current military
operations. Consequently, when he met Lt Borso and
the ten umpires he wondered whether any of them were members of MCCC. He
quietly asked Lt Borso but was brushed off with the
“you don’t need to know” line. However, if umpires wished to acknowledge
their membership to him duty would be satisfied. Capt Kransdorf
reframed his question: he was assembling forces for a cut cocks and swallow
balls event. He needed two
umpires. No, he couldn’t guarantee their safety. His own and every other
cocks and balls in the designated killing zone were legitimate targets. Staff
Sgt Bonner as a member of MCCC felt obliged to volunteer. He was genuinely
surprised when the over 6’ tall Pte Masterton volunteered. Sometimes when interests stare one
in the face the obvious connection is overlooked. It was a military fact that
Pte Masterton was skilful
using regulation knives. Staff Sgt Bonner simply didn’t make the connection.
He impressed the quartermaster so much that the quartermaster gave him the
job of training volunteers in the use of the latest regulation knife. In due course Pte Masterton who spoke Spanish
would attract endowed recruits. Maj Miguel had to
interfere with the recruiting process—he needed a substantial number of
Spanish soldiers to fight with bayonets in the trenches and win the combat.
Nonetheless Pte Masterson would assemble an
impressive force of soldiers enthusiastic about cutting cocks and swallowing
balls. In turn the quartermaster could concentrate on the bayonet training
with Lt Brant. As a matter of fact Pte Masterson
might be too gung-ho. The chosen Spaniards saw him as an attractive target
irrespective of what role he might have as an umpire. Capt Kransdorf ’s one track mind about the MCCC had blinded
him. The fact is that Lt Borso and his umpires
might provide the solution to the wished for termination of the Colonel.
However, they reported to Capt Cooper rather than him. He put the thought
into his military think tank. He wasn’t to know that the Eagle Strike killing
unit was officially “on holidays” due to unwelcome media publicity. Capt Cooper who was
a fully fledged Military Policeman had to arrange perimeter security. This
would be difficult to organize when MPs might resent being left out and spontaneously
join in. Outsiders who strayed in were to be considered cannon fodder. Any soldier who
shirked combat was to be executed. Soldiers were permitted to stray from one
killing zone to another. Within each killing zone there might be additional combat
activities. For instance, Maj Fernandez-Armesto had the bright idea of introducing enclosed horse
water troughs. Soldiers could face each other on either side of the trough,
playfully duck, apply more pressure and then drown their opponent. Or they could
innocently refresh themselves with water. This would indeed come to pass but,
alas, each trough would only hold six opposing pairs. The Maj
took his trough idea one step further by using the piss troughs. A number of
soldiers preferred the piss to the water. |
