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Military challenges for battle-hardened soldiers
Part IV Military killing zone excursions: Hanging Colonel Capt. Cooper MP Sgt. Francisco,
Artillery Pte. Jose Pte. Norbert Pte’s Umpires: Grupp, Denham Two MPs Capt. Cooper was pleased
with the hanging installations. The engineers did a fine job in erecting two
gallows. Pre-positioned, thick, rope nooses were secured to the gallows. Umpires Grupp and Denham were more pro-active than umpires in
previous activities. They applied thick, black, industrial grease to the
noose heads. Their experience proved that the grease made the hanging easier.
True—there was less rope burn around the neck. The engineers had positioned
tent pegs as well as additional, loose, nooses. The Umpires had already seen
brave soldiers fucking targets; in some cases soldiers positioned themselves
behind the fuckers and methodically strangled them. Nice work! Again the
Umpires wore the vintage WW11 shorts, boots and bare chests. Their
supervisor, Lt. Borso, stipulated that they wear
regulation camouflage caps but no arm bands. The fighters are identified by
upper arm bands coloured camouflage green or light
blue with a black stripe. They are broken up into two teams—friendly force
versus enemy. Weapons are straightforward—nothing
else but brawn and nooses. The Umpires may declare the end of the hanging
activity. The military
objective is clear: hunt down, drag to gallows’ site, apply nooses, hoist the
target above the ground. When the noose is secure and starting its process
then fighters expose cocks and balls, manhandle them if necessary. It is
preferable that the cocks spew during the hanging process. By and large the
fighters were here by choice. They wanted to hang targets and accepted the
personal risk. The group activity of side-by-side hangings appealed to them.
In truth they were colour blind when it suited
them— a form of friendly fire. Sgt. Francisco was
relieved that this particular killing zone was knife free; he would keep his
cock and balls for the moment. Yes, he had seen hanging executions and, yes,
grease would assist the nooses, but, noosing still hurt. Hanging a target
requires a concentration of force and will-power especially in today’s
setting. It was one thing to place a noose around a neck; it was another
thing to tighten the noose and raise the target well above the ground. The
Sgt. liked the way in which many raised targets desperately kicked out with
their boots above the ground; this usually tightened the noose; it was a
bonus when the target’s tongue jutted out. Also, in front of everybody the
fighters wished their cocks to spew as they hung. For this reason it was
sound practice to open up the front of the camouflage trousers and even pull
them down to the knees. The Spanish Sgt.
exclaimed that fighting in today’s hanging combat was “put a maravillos—fucking marvellous”.
He was skilled at motivating the Spanish soldiers even when he knew nooses
might eliminate them. In fact some of them fantasised
about their own hanging. Their fantasies were about to have a reality check. There were lines in
the sand, so to speak. Umpire Grupp was about to
cross the threshold. First of all the Umpire butted in at the very beginning.
Sgt. Francisco was suspicious when the Umpire claimed he needed to
demonstrate how to hang. Bullshit! Everybody here was fully capable of
hanging a target. Umpire Grupp targeted a short,
hairy chested Spaniard. Friendly force soldiers
tackled the Spaniard for Umpire Grupp. They pulled
down his camouflage trousers. At this point of time the cock was limp. Umpire
Grupp heckled the Spaniard loudly for all to
hear—the cock was too small to bother cutting. This accusation was deeply
hurtful to the Spaniard and outraged Sgt. Francisco. In spite of such verbal
abuse the Umpire progressed to noosing the Spaniard who was comparatively
light to raise above the ground. The Spanish cock responded to manhandling in
addition to the noose pressure. As an opening to a terminal fight this was
somewhat tame. Sgt. Francisco determined to target both Umpires if the
opportunity presented itself. The rank and file
soldiers threw themselves into hunting down opposing soldiers. As it happens
all the soldiers were in prime fitness; they were capable of defending
themselves. The breakthroughs to securing a target had to be spontaneous team
work in the early stages of the hangings. The friendly force soldiers started
off with two successful hangings. That brought the tally to three Spaniards. Sgt. Francisco realised he had to do something about it. He ordered two
Spaniards to help him target Umpire Grupp. The
Umpire imagined the fighters would leave him alone. No way! The Spaniards
pinned him from behind. Sgt. Francisco picked up a loose noose, tightened it
around the neck, threw it over the gallows and attached it to the pegs in the
ground. Umpire Grupp had an impressive torso with
hairless chest. The Sgt. raised the Umpire above the ground. The two
Spaniards undid the buttons on the old-fashioned WW11 shorts. The cock was
already rock solid hard after noosing the first Spaniard. Most of the
fighters were currently engaged in hunting but a few looked over and watched
the Umpire progressively hang. The Sgt. manhandled the balls. These were already
tight from the strain of the noose. The two Spaniards opened the Umpire’s
legs wide and then swung them into the open air. That intensified the
pressure from the noose. The Umpire’s tongue jutted out as the noose cut
further into the neck. Ouch! The cock’s last spew was spectacular. It
splashed the Sgt’s bare, hairy chest. The Sgt. scooped up the spew and spread
it right across his hairy chest. Umpire Grupp lost
consciousness and remained hanging from the gallows. Umpire Denham felt
obliged to avenge the hanging of his colleague but for complicated reasons he
was unable to noose the Spanish Sgt. Spoiler: during the trench warfare a
friendly force soldier bayonets the Spanish Sgt. As far as the
fighters were concerned the Colonel had no name. He was just a Colonel but
more importantly they could see his cock and balls as well as those of his
two escort MPs. The three of them wore the camouflage trousers specially cut
open like cowboy leather chaps. The sight of three, exposed cocks made a firm
statement about the sexuality of combat. The Colonel suspected correctly that
his cock would shortly spew for the last time. His last wish was that he hang
beside the two escort MPs. The sight of their cocks had awakened unfulfilled
desires during his patrolling through the various killing zones. Umpire Denham had
been briefed in confidence that the Colonel might appear. The Colonel and the
escort were targets. Umpire Denham was proud to present him with the sight of
hanging targets with spent cocks. This was genuinely cock arousing. Umpire
Denham had no knowledge that Pte. Jose had orders
to terminate the Colonel. Nor did Sgt. Francisco know. The escort MPs were
unaware that the Colonel and the two of them were considered legitimate
targets. For that reason they had let down their guards. Pte. Jose struck gold as the Colonel
inspected the gallows. He swiftly threw a fixed noose around the Colonel’s
neck. His Spanish buddies spontaneously attacked the two escort MPs. It was
tricky improvising with loose nooses and pegs but they succeeded. During the
struggle they uncovered the latest castration knives issued to tall MPs.
There was a widely misunderstood rule that knives found on captured soldiers
could be used against them. Umpire Denham ruled that noosing the escort MPs
was enough for today. He ordered a soldier to remove them from the hanging
killing zone and take them to the trench warfare zone. He was to report to
Maj. Miguel or Lt. Borso. The soldier looked back
to see all three targets hoisted up beside one another. From a distance the
trip looked perfect specimens for hanging with thick necks newly shaven. The
soldier remembered that barbers shaved the volunteers in advance; the barbers
took particular care to create a bare circle around the neck; in retrospect
the soldier realised that their shaven necks
identified their particular combat interest. Umpire Denham wondered whether
the sole soldier might be arrested when he arrived at the guarded perimeter
of the trench combat zone. The MPs might confiscate and use the two
castration knives on him. Too bad but surely Maj. Miguel had issued orders to
permit entry to trench fighting fodder. Pte. Jose had the rare honour of manhandling the Colonel’s cock and balls. This
occurrence didn’t happen in official, polite circles. He could see that the
noose had tightened fully around the Colonel’s neck. The Pte.
was tempted to suck the Colonel’s cock but decided to indulge in cock and
ball torture. As the hanging progressed and time was short he ended up
pulping the balls. He was very clumsy. Naughty! The colour
on the Colonel’s face got worse as the pain intensified. Umpire Denham
interfered like his dead colleague. This time he eyed off the bull-sized
balls of one of the escort MPs. There were any number of friendly force Pte’s prepared to do something with them. The Umpire
butts in and holds them up with his left hand. The escort MP’s cock spewed
over the Umpire’s hand. Pte. Jose now had a hard erection
problem. A Spanish buddy saw the bulge, opened up the front of the camouflage
trousers and released the thick cock. The Colonel watched a Spaniard sucking
the other escort MP’s cock. There was a loud slurp followed by the cock
spurting directing into the Spaniard’s face. It was synchronistic but both
the Colonel and Pte. Jose spurted at the same time. The Colonel regretted
that his military career was coming to an end but the pressure from the noose
put paid to any rescue. Fortunately, he had killed many enemy soldiers in his
lifetime of service and he was happy that the arrangements today would give
pleasure to many more soldiers. Capt. Cooper MP was
dismayed that the two escort MPs were so easily noosed. The two MPs detailed
to the hanging killing zone were keeping their distance. It was true that
both their cocks jutted out at the sight of today’s hangings. In the
beginning a gallows was allocated to each side either the camouflage green
with light blue with black stripe arm bands. The practicality of hanging
worked out differently. The two gallows had soldiers hanging from both sides.
Umpire Denham chose
this moment for a deliberate pause. He ordered Pte’s
to bring down bodies and stack them beside the gallows. He surprised
everybody by recycling the nooses. A few soldiers got cold feet and were
anxious at the sure prospect of further noosing. Sgt. Francisco and Capt.
Cooper assembled the remaining soldiers and went away to consider the next
phase of the fighting. The Quartermaster
arrived with reinforcements. These were ten soldiers who had shirked from
bayonet practice. In the Quartermaster’s experience soldiers without
exception learnt to thrust bayonets right through the guts and, if necessary,
behave dirty. He expected two Umpires but found only Umpire Denham. “Umpire. I hand
these ten soldiers over. You can see the barbers have shaved a circle around
their necks. It’s up to you and your fighters to work out which nooses go
around the necks. You may choose to allocate them to different sides but six
are wearing green bands and four right blue with black stripes.” The Quartermaster
was disappointed that he missed out on seeing the hangings from the first
round. Yet, he was experienced enough to enjoy the sight of stacked up
bodies. He recognised the Colonel’s body lying in
the stack but refrained from commenting aloud. In the adjoining stack he saw
the tell-tale vintage shorts sitting above boots. Well, he mused, the Umpire
enjoyed the noose as much as the other targets. Yes, he was used to the sight
of heaps of bodies and intended the trench combat to be a slaughter. If he
had his way—and unfortunately he didn’t— bayonets would impale targets to the
ground. He and victorious soldiers should systematically cut off and stuff
cocks and balls into mouths. He remembered his knife was tucked discretely on
the side of his boot. He had confiscated the knives of the ten soldiers
before he marched them over here. “Pte. What’s your name?” “Pte. Norbert, Sir!” “Pte. Norbert, I expect you to give me a full account of
your successes here. Report to me in the trench area after you are
dismissed.” “Yes, Sir!” “By the way you do
not address me as Sir! I am the Quartermaster and not an officer.” The Quartermaster
took leave of the Umpire and the hanging killing zone. He was accompanied by
an MP. Both their cocks were erect. He didn’t care who could see. He pulled
down the MP’s trousers and shoved his cock up the arse.
The MP wasn’t exactly thrilled but he couldn’t do anything about it. It had
been awhile since he had been fucked but his arse
got used to it. The MP didn’t expect the Quartermaster to be so brutal but
brutal his cock was as it thrust right into the arse.
Pte. Norbert along with five other
soldiers reported to Capt. Cooper. Reinforcements were welcome but they knew
nothing about the hanging killing zone. The Capt. concisely brought them up
to date but shocked them. They realised that there
would be no escape. The two options were noose or be noosed. The Capt.
mentioned in passing that the Umpire was also a target but a very experienced
one. In turn the friendly forces and Spaniards were formidable foes. Sgt. Francisco
quickly assessed the four re-enforcements as cannon fodder but he needed
extra numbers to raise targets onto the gallows. It was surprising but very
few of the fit soldiers had managed to hunt down, noose, secure the noose and
raise the target above the ground. They mostly needed help. The use of the
recycled nooses was very practical. In fact the Sgt. approved of hanging
fresh targets beside a stack of hanged bodies. The Spaniards’ primary
objective was to defeat the green band side. That now included a fresh
complement of soldiers and, yes, the Capt. Umpire Denham
looked the part in his historic shorts and camouflage cap. He was certainly energised by the progress of the hanging. One of the
friendly force Pte’s had a predictable thought. Why not noose
Umpire Denham? Umpire Denham addressed the assembled sides. “For the benefit of
the new arrivals there are wooden planks positioned beside the gallows. Stand
on those to help with the hoisting and positioning of nooses on your
targets.” Now he burst into
two languages—Spanish and English. “You are standing
here feet apart ready to noose an opponent. Hanging is not meant to be fair. However, you are
expected to respect cocks responding during the hanging. Your job is to
ensure the cock spews whenever possible. At the same time I repeat as some
you have already heard this all soldiers are expected to noose targets
properly. Avoid quick drops where the neck is instantly broken. Noosing is
meant to be a measured process so that erect cocks spew. In addition to the
noose you can used your arms to strangle. Some of the pegs have worked loose.
Be mindful that the nooses may need to be secured. I will blow a whistle to
start when the opposing teams are ready to recommence fighting. I will
declare the end of the combat. Happy hunting!” Capt. Cooper
determined that the Umpire’s address was too wordy and hard to follow. He
assembled his green band fighters again and outlined the plan. He positioned
two soldiers on each plank. They were to be spaced apart to entice a target
into the middle. The new soldiers would prove to be skilling at noosing. By comparison Sgt.
Francisco concentrated on directing his troops to capture targets. At the
beginning of the combat the opposing forces were positioned some distance
away from each other. This time they were smack bang against one another and
waiting for the Umpire’s whistle to blow. His new troops were swarthy with
black, hairy chests. He asked them to show cocks to the rest of his troops.
The large cocks were impressive. The Sgt. was proud that his Spanish troops
by and large had cocks meant for public spewing. His own cock hardened at
this precise moment. He conspicuously opened his camouflage fly and let the
cock hang out. His troops followed him. Now he went a step further and held
out his balls. Few of his troops had seen his cock and balls. Now they felt
empowered to fight to a terminal end and expose their own cocks and balls. Umpire Denham
pointed out to Capt. Cooper that his opposing forces were now sporting cocks
and balls in front of their camouflage trousers. The Capt. agreed providing
the Umpire followed suit. The Umpire undid the old-fashioned buttons on the
floppy shorts. He put his hand in and then brought out the cock and balls. The Capt. was envious, the green band
soldiers clapped their hands and brought out their own cocks and balls for
all to see. “Take up
positions.” Four friendly force
soldiers stepped onto the ends of the planks. Their cocks jutted out in profile.
Sgt. Francisco realised that he had overlooked
positioning soldiers on the planks. He had to do something about it very
quickly. Umpire Denham blows
the whistle. The new arrivals
blast into the hanging killing zone. Capt. Cooper is encouraged: two of the
new fighters allocated to his side capture a Spanish Pte.
The three of them put on quite a performance as they dragged him across to
the gallows. Their actions were fully professional: one fighter picked up a
fixed noose head, threw it around the target’s neck and pulled tightly. Then,
the two fighters hoisted the target up to the gallows. The target rebelled
and yanked his boots against them. By now the noose was secured so tightly
that there was no escape. The target’s cock responded. One of his assailants
undid the zip on the camouflage trousers, firmly grasped both the cock and
the balls. The large Spanish cock became fully erect and visible for all to
see. Sgt. Francisco was
pleased that the Spanish cock was worthy of exposure. On the other hand he
agreed with the Umpire who wanted cocks to respond to the pressure of nooses
around the neck. It was too late to
stop the hanging. Now was the moment for the Spanish Pte.
to enjoy the experience of his hanging. Capt. Cooper watched the cock spew
across the chest of his fighter. “Pte. permit me,” the Capt. said before he scooped up the
spew and wiped it into the chest. Nice! Sgt. Francisco
ordered four Spanish Pte’s to avenge their
colleague. They were successful in attacking and capturing two friendly force
soldiers. However, they got into trouble hoisting the targets. Friendly force
soldiers positioned on the planks as guards interfered with the hoisting. The
immediate situation became a stalemate but the loose nooses remained around
the necks of the two targets. The four Spanish Pte’s mounted the planks to attack the friendly force
soldiers on guard. The hangings during the next stage were slow to happen. It
seemed as if loose nooses were thrown around all necks on the planks. The
first soldier hanging was a so-called friendly soldier who started crying.
This was not a good move for a soldier. His Spanish assailant secured the
noose firmly with the pegs and swung the captured legs into the breeze. A
second plank guard missed a hanging—the Spanish Pte.
strangled him. It was too easy! Two opponents fell off the plank and fought
one another with fists. They pummelled one another
with tremendous violence. At one point they stuck their hands into the camouflage
trousers, grabbed the balls and applied pressure. They attempted to crush
each other’s balls but it didn’t work out quite like that. The Umpire
interrupted. “Stop! the
objective is to noose a target after which cocks spew.” The Umpire won no favours when he pointed to the soldiers who already had
loose nooses around their necks. It is one thing to
scream in response to danger but to scream “No!” invites a deadlier response. During the next
phase of the fighting the targets shouted out many “No!”s. Of course, the
shouts did not alter the outcome. Essentially the soldiers went ahead and
concentrated on hanging targets. It seemed as if the
hangings were evenly spread amongst the two opposing sides. That was shortly
to change. Sgt. Francisco took the initiative and decided that Capt. Cooper
was a fair target. The moment that Capt. Cooper screamed “No!” the friendly
force soldiers realised they were in deep shit. The
Spanish assailants collected a number of targets and engaged in a mass
hanging. It wasn’t as easy as it sounds to place all these nooses around
necks, tighten and secure them. The hoisting required maximum physical
effort. The two MPs
guarding the perimeter of the hanging killing area saw the hanging of Capt.
Cooper from a distance. It looked as if the Capt’s cock spewed according to
plan. In fact the two MPs were impressed with the methodical cocks spewing in
conjunction with the hangings. Their job including advising Maj. Miguel, the
officer responsible for the trench warfare. The Maj. was suitably impressed
to learn how Capt. Cooper as well as a number of Pte’s
were noosed according to a textbook. Pte. Norbert took the initiative to
establish himself as the leader of the surviving friendly force soldiers. As
far as he could tell Umpire Denham was ready for comeuppance. The fixed noose
at the centre of the second gallows was available. The soldiers went for it.
Sgt. Francisco restrained his fighters from joining in. Umpire Denham was not
an easy target. His camouflage cap got in the way but the noose cut into his
neck. Forget about the industrial grease. It hurt. The Umpire was appalled
that this was happening to him—it was effectively another variety of fragging. His balls tightened as they hoisted him up to
the gallows. It took awhile before the rhythm of the noosing made his cock
fully erect. By now a soldier had undone the fly buttons and released his
cock and balls from the vintage shorts. In a moment of exhibitionism he
surmised that the soldiers would be impressed by the spewing of his cock.
Yes/No. The cock spewing was more or less the same. Pte.
Norbert surprised him when he opened up his legs and swung the boots. This
sent a jab of pain right through his balls. Ouch! No wonder the fully erect
cock spewed. Soon the Umpire drifted into unconsciousness. Nobody had been
delegated to officially close the combat now that the Umpire was expiring. Consequently, the
remaining fighters went berserk. Sgt. Francisco knew better than to curb
their lust for hanging. Pte. Jose and a second Spaniard
were captured, noosed, raised and hung. The Sgt. knew that Pte. Jose would be executed anyway for the noosing of the
Colonel. For the record—and the two MPs included this in their briefing— Pte. Jose’s cock spewing impressed all who saw it. Pte. Jose proved a true soldier in combat. It was a misfortune
of war that Pte. Norbert would not be reporting to
the Quartermaster. Pte. Norbert was the last
friendly force soldier to be noosed. His cock looked well-worn. The balls
were bull-sized. Cutting these off would have given deep pleasure to the
soldiers in the castration killing zone. It was a fitting finale that the
cock responded to the noose with a fountain of spew. Sgt. Francisco
congratulated the surviving troops. He assembled them into line for the
forward trip to the trench warfare. The two MPs assumed responsibility for
the targets both hanging and stacked beside the gallows. The Sgt. looked over
and saw their erect cocks. He was glad they were turned on by the hangings.
The military in its wisdom would task the morgue unit to package the bodies
in regulation body bags. |
