|
Military challenges for battle-hardened soldiers
Part II Sgt Pedro Maj. Fernando-Armesto Maj. Rappel Umpire Jasper Umpire Slye Umpire Jasper had a
bare, barrelled chest with strong shoulders and
arms. His cock was a veteran from a previous terminal ball game. He might
have been a “cherry” in military parlance but he discovered that his cock
responded during the terminal ball game. His cock not only responded by
getting hard but spewed as he fought hand-to-hand. He was thrilled to be an
umpire where he could order soldiers into deadly combat. The rules of his
first terminal ball game were too complex to follow. He was happier scoring
targets rather than paying strict attention to the rules. Yes, he was
innocent about killing targets until he joined the military—sure he was
brainwashed but he loved it. He was disappointed
when the Eagle Strike unit went into recess. Umpire Slye,
his colleague, was initiated after his first kill. His superiors pinned a
blood wings medal on his bare chest. The blood wound took a few months to
disappear. Umpire Slye had fought in the Eagle
Strike unit for a few months longer than Umpire Jasper. Both were now hoped
up to kill and ready for combat. Umpiring was a new experience for both of
them. They aimed to score a target or two even though that might endanger
them. The quartermaster had gone to a lot of trouble to get umpires
regulationWW11 military shorts. Cocks flopped around in them compared to
camouflage trousers. The shorts had better pockets to hold ammunition. Also,
it was easy to slip a knife away ready for instant use. Umpire Jasper gave
Umpire Slye the job of outlining the rules of the
forthcoming event. One of the Majors dictated the outline of the ball game.
He settled for a basketball type event. He wanted the players to use their
arms to play the round ball. There would be no need for goalkeepers as the
goals went straight into the basket. The playing field was wide open. This
meant that the umpires could choose replacements when required. The terminal
challenge would be in the sectors. Each player became a target whenever he
moved into the opposite sector to score a goal. The players could hone in on
the target and strangle him. A circular tank
filled with water was in the dead centre of the playing field. A second tank,
this time rectangular, was in front of the spectator area. The tanks were for
drowning targets. The Maj. was unsure
of the duration; presumably one team would score the highest goal points; and
what the winning team might do. The Maj. toyed with the idea of executing the
losing team. It was a nice fantasy but real soldiers had to report to the
trench combat area. Umpire Slye was unimpressed
with this Maj. He must be Maj. Rappel whose opinion was that basketball
wasn’t macho enough for soldiers who wanted to kill one another. How could
the violence be stepped up a notch? Umpire Slye had the solution. He approached the other Maj., Maj.
Fernando-Armesto. He pointed out that the soldiers
would be bare-chested like the Umpires. What could be more macho for a
dangerous ball game than a spiked ball? The Maj. saw the spiked ball cutting
into bare chests, liked the proposal and asked the key question: could they
get a spiked ball in time? Yes, as a matter of fact, Lt Borso,
his commander, included a spiked ball but no gloves in their basic kit. Lt Borso had a number of terminal surprises in his basic
kit. The ball was intentionally lightweight so that it could be thrown
easily; the spikes on the ball jutted out for less than two inches;
nevertheless, when thrown with force the spikes would cut into the flesh.
Maj. Fernando-Armesto had seen underground drawings
of spike ball combat but had never encountered it live. He could see that a
spike ball would cut deeply into the chests; the wound might be insufficient
to kill the target but, he guessed, the soldiers could terminate—say by
strangling or other hand-to-hand means. It wasn’t a fantasy he shared; yet,
it combined a ball game with terminal danger. For sake of the combat he authorised it and issued orders. The fighters who
expressed interest in the ball game would assemble in front of the playing
field. The field and the
area fronting the field were killing zones as far as the military authorities
were concerned. Here, so called spectators could (and did) either drown or
strangle soldiers. The Umpires chose
thirteen fighters for each side from the assembly. The selection criteria
were a quick assessment of their bare chests, the looks on their faces and,
occasionally, a bulge against their camouflage trousers. The only soldiers
wearing camouflage trousers cut open like cowboy chaps were the MPs guarding
the perimeter. Some soldiers expressed an interest in wearing such camouflage
chaps but it was too late to issue pairs. Maj. Rappel insisted that soldiers
with bulges immediately expose their cocks and balls to that all could see.
One or two soldiers were embarrassed but, by and large, they were happy to
display them. Many of the cocks would reach a prime position during the
killing itself. Not only would the cocks be fully erect but they would spew
in response to the killing. The Umpires were
unfamiliar with Spanish military ways and got the mistaken impression that
Sgt Pedro could not inspire his soldiers. Wrong! On the contrary he excelled
at individual killing targets and motivated his Spanish soldiers onto
reckless and fearless killing. Maj. Fernando-Armesto
was glad he was surrounded by the Spaniards. He knew from firsthand combat
experience that they would prove a formidable foe. On the other hand terminal
combat often took unexpected directions resulting in unforeseen casualties. The Umpires
insisted on wearing caps bearing the logo “shoot first”. They liked the
directness and the ambiguity. For the moment they tried to keep their cocks
and balls hidden well behind the regulation WW11 military shorts. Maj.
Fernando-Armesto had other ideas: he ordered them
to unbutton the old-fashioned flies and display their cocks. Maj. Rappel chose
three friendly force soldiers to stand beside the rectangular tank. Umpire
Jasper chose three Spanish opponents. The objective was to submerge the head
of an opponent under water and drown him. The fighters were uneasy at the
close attention everybody was giving them. Umpire Jasper had
to settle them down, and get them to look straight at their opponents. The
fight was a free-for-all meaning meaning they could
progress from one to two to three targets drowning if they had the stamina.
The water was clean but if they wished to piss into it they could go ahead. The six fighters
spontaneously took out their cocks and pissed into the water. Spectators
clapped. Umpire Jasper took
out his thick cock, let everybody see it and then pissed into the water. He
returned the cock behind the camouflage trousers. His whistle got caught up
with his dog tag. “Everybody check
their dog tags.” The soldiers
fingered their dog tags against their chests. They knew that the body
collection squad would identify them later in the day with the dog tags. Umpire Jasper blew
the whistle once. The water fighters positioned their arms on the opponents’
necks. “No! No! No!”
Umpire Jasper shouted in exasperation. “The objective is to submerge the head
under water. The opponent has to swallow water, not a hard cock this time.
Get it? Swallow water!” The water fighters
thought about it. Two even nervously laughed about it. Umpire Jasper blew
the whistle for the second time. Fortunately, the tank held enough water for
six fighters to fight to the death. The spectators could only see heads
momentarily coming up for air before they were held down again. It took a
full four minutes before the first drowning. The friendly force killer
surfaced, took a deep breath and assessed the situation beside him. He leant
over and helped his colleague finish off the Spanish target. That’s two
Spanish casualties. The third pair didn’t surface. Somehow they had locked
themselves into position under water. Umpire Jasper pulled both heads to the
surface. Yes, they had drowned. He ordered the victorious killers to stack up
the drowned bodies in front of the tank. Spectators were encouraged to piss
on the bodies and even the tank. Two MPs on patrol
took advantage of the offer. They pissed on the bodies and made sure
everybody admired their cocks. Then, they continued their patrol. Another two
MPs were positioned beside the ball game killing zone to make sure there were
no escapes. They had played terminal games with spiked balls so they knew
what to expect. A soldier, any number of soldiers, were sure to take fright
and attempt flight. MPs would show no mercy—indeed they enjoyed executing
soldiers who demonstrated cowardice. The Umpires had to
instruct the chosen teams of thirteen players each. Their first impression of
the spiked ball was shock and horror; then, they warmed to the additional
action of terminating targets off-side (mostly breaking necks or strangling)
and possibly drowning targets in the middle tank. The Umpires ordered them to
their sectors. For the purpose of today’s ball game they would occupy one
side only for the duration. The Umpires would declare the end but refrained
from stating what would happen. Maj. Fernando-Armesto
preferred to keep the ending ambiguous; he was ordered to supply surviving
soldiers for the trench killing zone. The victorious fighters from the first
tank were cocky until they realised they would be
fighting trench warfare. Two Spaniard soldiers would bayonet them right
through the guts and pin them face-up on the sandy ground. They would be
conscious enough to see the two Spanish soldiers slicing off their cocks and
balls; maybe they would feel the cocks and balls stuffed into their mouths
before they expired. The game started
off in a good-humoured fashion.The
spiked ball was surprisingly easy to throw at the beginning. It became a
deadly weapon as the ball game progressed. Five minutes passed
before three friendly force soldiers successfully grasped a Spanish target.
Umpires preferred slow, thorough strangulation rather than a quick neck
break. In this instance the six strong arms paced the strangulation liked a
hanging. The Spaniard gasped for breath as his tongue jutted out and his eyes
watered. The exposed cock of one of the attackers became fully erect and
spewed spot on the strangulation climax. Umpire Slye
took note. The friendly forces
scored a goal a few minutes later. The fighters had to re-assemble in the
middle beside the circular tank. The soldier
spectators were not following the terminal game in great detail in the early
stages. They were restless;
some stood up and wandered around looking for soft targets. Some soldiers
pulled down their camouflage trousers to their knees and flashed their cocks.
Willing hands clutched stray cocks. Two friendly force soldiers focussed on a Spaniard who had pulled down his camouflage
trousers. The Spaniard thought they were going to grasp his cock; instead,
they captured, raised his body high. He liked the manly experience of being
raised by soldiers but they dumped him headfirst into the rectangular tank.
They held onto his thrashing legs tightly. A third friendly force soldier
came over and manhandled the exposed cock and balls. Nice size! They knew
they were onto something special when the cock spewed. The Spaniard applied
supreme force and forced his head out of the water. He chucked up. The
friendly force soldiers lowered his legs and let him free. The spectators were
sitting on three levels of wooden planks which were raised up step high. From
the bottom level a soldier faced a soldier on the second level and sucked his
cock. A soldier on the top, third, level manoeuvred
his arms around the middle level soldier’s neck. The situation was tempting;
he applied more pressure on the neck whilst the soldier sucked the cock. A
fourth soldier positioned his arms on the neck of the bottom level soldier.
The soldiers at the top and bottom levels looked at one another, visually
agreed to strangle the targets properly at the appointed signal of cocks
spurting. Bingo. They applied the pressure; the targets went blue in the face
surprised that they had fallen into the trap. The two MPs had recognised the restlessness within the spectator area.
They were pleased that the soldiers were in a killing mode. It augured well
for the trench warfare; the quartermaster had commended the trench warfare to
them when he issued them the latest knife. They had seen the Spanish ducked
upside down in the rectangular tank; they saw the manhandled cock and balls;
they wanted to try out the knife and slice off the exposed cock and balls.
They understood that the quartermaster would issue survivors with these
knives when they assembled at the trench warfare site. The Umpires were
too slow in keeping the game moving. A full ten minutes passed before the
next goal. This time there was a run towards the basket in the goal post.
Somebody tacked the soldier with the spiked ball. The soldiers fell onto the
spikes. Ouch! No, seriously, the spikes punched into his torso. He was
physically wounded and stunned. Another soldier picked up the ball, ran to
the basket in the goal post and placed it in. The spiked soldier lay groaning
and bleeding face upward on the ground. He was a friendly force soldier.
Umpire Slye took advantage of the situation by
intentionally finishing off the wounded soldier. It might have been
unnecessary but the message reinforced the terminal nature of the game. Umpire Jasper
selected two replacements from the spectators. They had forgotten that they
were “on call”. They were somewhat annoyed and vowed revenge whatever form
that might take. In other words the military had primed them correctly. To
their surprise they quickly joined in the ballgame and both scored goals.
It’s just that they didn’t expect any danger at the circular tank. Both of
them were captured and held down deep into the water. The drowning took about
four minutes. Umpire Jasper
returned for more replacements. This time he selected four soldiers. There
was no point in groaning. The first two soldiers engaged in successful spike
ball strikes against three fighters. By now the spikes on the spiked ball
dripped genuine blood. The bare chests of a number of fighters were suitably
bloody. Umpire Slye was envious: in previous combat
he had experienced a bloody bare chest. However, the next
two had a grudge against Maj. Rappel. His performance in the ball game was
pathetic by any standards. It took a while before they manoeuvred
Maj. Rappel into a vulnerable position on the field. However, two other
Spaniards took on Maj. Rappel without appreciating that the Maj. was
desperate and capable of killing any attackers. Fighters in the vicinity were
amazed when the Maj. banged the Spanish heads together and proceeded to
throttle them. Maj. Fernando-Armesto was sorry to
lose two more Spaniards but he praised their courage in tackling the friendly
force leader. The problem for Maj. Rappel was that his forces were weak at
scoring goals, slow to strangle the Spaniards and vulnerable beside the
circular tank. Besides he knew that he would fall sooner or later, either
here or at the trenches. He concluded that he would like to fight in the
trench warfare; he always envied WW1 bayonet fighters. The MPs came to the
conclusion that the Umpires were a failure in running a terminal ball game. There was nothing
they could do about it but watch. The mood changed slightly when the fighters
lost interest in the spike ball. Only four fighters had been felled by the
spike ball. The fighters adjusted their cocks and if necessary pulled out
their cocks again and then concentrated on strangling opposition soldiers. In
this way a number of cocks spewed in unison with the strangling. Umpire Jasper went
back for fresh replacements. This time the mood was ugly. At first he was
booed. Then, a posse of soldiers pushed him back into the waiting arms of Sgt
Pedro. The Spanish Sgt knew what to do: firstly, he beckoned a Spaniard to
pull down the shorts as far as the boots; secondly, he pulled off the cap and
spat on it. He read the message “Shoot first” and reconsidered. He ordered the
Spaniard to manhandle the cock until it spewed. This took a few minutes too
long. His arms were
impatient to strangle the Umpire. Sgt Pedro got a high when he strangled
soldiers such as this Umpire. Two Spanish privates pinned the Umpire permitting
Sgt Pedro easy access to the Umpire Jasper’s neck. Umpire Sly could see what
was going to happen but chose not to intervene and rescue his colleague. Sgt
Pedro would attack him. Umpire Jasper put on a convincing counter-attack; the
problem was that the effort drained out precious oxygen. All too soon he was
huffing and puffing. Nobody came to his rescue. He lost consciousness slowly;
he wanted to fall down but the two privates held him up. The Sgt had the
manly guts to strangle him face forward. He appreciated the gesture. There was no point
in dragging the game out beyond this point. Umpire Slye
called it quits. This saved him for a brief moment. The survivors and
spectators could now progress to the trench killing zone as required; some
had already nominated themselves for castration, hanging opportunities before
the trench killing zone. Sgt Pedro knew that Lt Borso,
his leader, might discipline him for incompetence. He would be happy to crack
heads with rifle butts but knew that Lr Borso liked full military executions. He might even be
staked out so that a lucky soldier cuts off his cock and balls. The MPs were
required to stay behind and protect the dead until the Body Morgue Unit
arrived. They retrieved the
spiked ball for future ball games. They might organise
such a game for prisoners captured in combat. |
