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Grease Ball 1 A gladiator fantasy
It is unusual when survivors write
down their experience playing terminal Grease Ball. Players who are seasoned
killers rarely write. Their hard cocks are too busy spurting through the
grease onto players. The following text was written by a player recapturing
the game’s excitement. Here is the essentials of the
game. A garbage company provides the playing ground, the vats and the grease to
fill them. Their sponsorship extends to taking care of the bodies. A
representative advised that he will be bringing suitable men to the next
game. They will be observers who may be called upon to fight in the game.
They are unable to attend today’s game. The male players strip down to a
pair of shorts and heavy boots. The Grease Ball is a conventional round
soccer-type ball designed to be thrown from player to player. Along the way
players dip it into grease vats. The idea is to throw the ball so hard that
it hits the chest of an opposing player. When a player drops or misses the
ball the thrower is entitled to put one handful of grease on the player’s
chest. Of course, by moving up to the player he puts himself at risk. The teams
have to grease the chests of all opposing players. At an opportune moment the
teams pull down the shorts for cock and ball greasing. The small vats are
spread across the playing field. The players can fill small cans for hand
spreading opposing players. The large vats are heavy duty and big enough to
dump players upside down or just into. The team captains support their
players. There are two umpires who blow a whistle, supervise and declare the
winner. The whistles are attached to a cord and positioned across the chest.
The umpires are usually graduates of similar games with proven terminal
experience. My name is Victor. Team highlights
include spread-eagling a player on the ground, dipping hands into grease cans
and spreading it onto the chest. It’s even better when the chests are hairy
like mine. The grease varies from industrial strength to light oils. The
grease varies according to the thickener type, the consistency of how hard or
soft the grease is and the oil viscosity which measures the lubricant’s
resistance to flow. Cleaning up is a mammoth task but today’s match is
different. The authorities have given permission and instructions for the
game to be terminal. To this end players can now choke and strangle. The
players are effectively, contemporary, Grease Ball, gladiators. The team array consists of fifteen
players plus an umpire each. One team wears a black band around the top right
arm. Otherwise we all wear black shorts and heavy boots. I wanted to be
captain but our assigned umpire chose Kelly. It is a fact that his cock stuck
out even if behind the black shorts. The chests were a mixture of hairy and
non-hairy. I noted that every player had brawn—strong arms and shoulders for
killer punches. The instructions made it clear that players could terminate
all opposing players including the umpire if they wished. There is always an element of
comeuppance in these Grease Ball games. This is determined during the course
of the game. The umpires are prone to rescue or not rescue a player to the dissatisfaction
of the opposing team. The game playing ground was much
wider and longer than I expected. Both captains selected a player whose task
was to bring small cans to seized targets. It was obvious as day follows
night that these players would be singled out for special treatment. I was
used to playing games where there were goalkeepers and balls were aimed at
fixtures in between posts. On this ground two large vats are near the middle
but with ample room for player access in between. The teams spread out across the
ground. The other umpire dipped the ball into a vat. The players could now
see the type of grease—thick, industrial type. Our umpire blew the whistle;
the other umpire threw the ball at one of our players. It hit his chest
full-on. The thick grease stuck. He looked around, saw a nearby vat and
dipped the ball into it. Then, he threw it at an opposing player. Score
again. That’s two chests dripping with grease. The players moved forward
towards each other. The opposing team wore the black bands and seemed to know
more about attack than my team. They took the initiative, moved into our
territory, and captured one of our players. Two players held him from the
back of his shoulders; a player brought a full can of grease and a fourth
player spread it across the chest. He opened up the front of the shorts,
dumped his hand back into the can and then grabbed the cock and balls. He
squeezed so hard that the player cried out in pain. The grease can supplier
pulled down the black shorts. From now on the greased player would be naked.
To everybody’s surprise the greased cock was erect. The fourth player
spontaneously pulled the cock off. The cock spurting was the cue for the four
players to raise up and carry the player across to a big vat. I was appalled
that my team made no effort to rescue their team member. They held him upside
down and dumped him into the vat. Everybody could see why they were wearing
heavy boots. The two boots thrust into the air desperately trying to land on
something. Their umpire came across and held onto the boots. The attackers
raised him up so that they could attend to his cock and balls for a last
time. The first attacker pulped the cock and balls with strong hands. When it
was clear that he had stopped breathing they left the body in the vat with
the boots sticking out. I was concerned when my team had
this setback. Captain Kelly called us together for a pep talk and sent us
back to attack the opposing team. It was now perfectly clear that we were
Grease Ball gladiators. Throwing the ball took on a life
of its own. The ball hit many chests and greased them according to plan. The
game became more interesting when players deliberately dropped or missed the
ball. The thrower moved forward,
collected a grease can, and spread a handful of grease across the chest. He
continued by throwing the ball further into the field. At the same time
players closed in on him for a close workout. A number of players were
privileged with a close workout. The umpires took a special interest in close
workouts. This was mainly because they enjoyed watching sadists smiling as
their worked. As I predicted the two can filling
players entered into the full spirit of the game. They greased two members
each and, in turn, were greased from top to bottom. The smell of the grease
was another unremarked aspect. Essentially it was toxic and breath by breath
affected the players. I missed out on spread-eagling and
greasing an opponent. Four members of my team captured, held down and greased
an opponent team member. The procedure went according to the textbook until
opposing members attacked. In the struggle they strangled two of my members.
Another surprise: the bodies were doused in grease. The highlight of the game was when
I greased the other umpire. His hairy chest swallowed up the thick grease. I
got carried away and overlooked safety precautions. An unseen assailant
started choking my exposed neck. The feeling was astonishing. I expected that
this would be end for me so I started choking the umpire in turn. Something
happened the very moment I expected to lose consciousness. A team member
pulled the assailant away from me. My immediate reflex was to increase the
pressure on the umpire. It worked. He slumped to the ground. I turned around
to see that my assailant was now covered in grease. His shorts were down but
his cock was up. The team member beckoned me to finish off the cock. I certainly greased it until the moment it spurted.
Pulping a cock and balls was
something new to me. It was great. The two of us now dragged him across and
held him upside down in a large vat. By now he was heavy but we were
determined to finish him off. This particular vat was more or less full of
fallen players. Pity about Captain Kelly. He
experienced the full action—capture, bondage, thorough greasing then carriage
to the big vat. I believe his cock and balls were spared pulping. Our umpire
was unable to save him; indeed our umpire was in turn attacked and only just
managed to survive. Nobody else had the authority to
stop the game. If the umpire had fallen the killing would have continued to
the last man. He had to blow his whistle to stop the game. Players found it difficult to keep
the Grease Ball at arm’s length. The ball struck and dumped grease on the
players’ chests. The surviving five team members including me were alarmed.
We had lost. Would we be executed? It was just as well this was a
contemporary gladiator game with flexible rules. By now the remaining players
looked at the sight of the defeated players with their heavy boots protruding
from or slumped over the vats. The second vat was almost full. The umpire
blew the whistle to stop the game. He ordered the five of us to line up side
by side. Opposing team members pulled down our black shorts. This caused
embarrassment. Five erect cocks waited for the thick grease. The umpire
ordered the winning side to grease us from head to toe but not execute us.
Phew! We could handle a thorough greasing but wait. The opposing team members
were wound up in a killing frenzy. The climax of the game would prove to be
the greasing and execution of the umpire. I was not surprised. I had seen
this in previous games. The umpire had set up a manly fight where players
killed one another. Gladiators thought that It was fitting to reward him in
this way for his service. The umpire knew that his game would end one day.
His cock knew that it had to spurt for the last time. There was no way of
resisting the gladiators closing in on him. They removed his whistle. The
greasing started at the neck, methodically worked down the hairy chest. Down
with the black shorts. The erect cock and balls welcomed the grease. In a
gesture of appreciation a player pulled the cock until it spurted. Then, four
players lifted him up and carried him over to the second vat. It was a tight
squeeze but they lowered him upside down into the vat. By now the players
enjoyed watching the heavy boots thrusting into the air in vain. My feeling of relief was checked
by the opposing captain. He saw me greasing his team’s umpire. He put the umpire’s whistle around
my neck and across the greasy chest. My cock responded to the prospect of
being an umpire in the next Grease Game. At the conclusion to the game 2
would I be executed in turn? |
