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Friendly side: first and second blood
“Cpl Dudikov reporting
for duty, Sir!” Cpl Dudikov stood in
front of Maj Charlton. “Cpl, at ease! Open up the camouflage trouser fly.
Show your cock.” Cpl Dudikov pulled out
the cock. “Cpl, balls too!” The Cpl was embarrassed. His balls were
bull-sized. “Cpl, I see. You hid your balls back in the
barracks for good reason. You knew from first hand
experience that soldiers get frisky and find hazing excuses to use their
knives. Well, today the soldiers need no excuse. The Club has organized a
special event to cater for this specific interest. Perish the thought that
you too want slicing action. The good news is that shortly you will enter a
combat zone where soldiers specialize in slicing off cocks and balls; the bad
news is that I’m ordering you to organize the “grudge match” area. A number
of volunteers requested to take part. For example, six Ptes
from the Punishment Unit volunteered to frag their
officer, Lt Carell, within the “grudge match” area.
This overrides a previous challenge by Capt Heims,
his immediate superior officer. Lt Gordon intended to nominate fighters from
the militia members plus the morgue squad. I intend to order some of the
Border Patrol Guards to take part. Lt Brown will consider Club members. The
“grudge match” is essentially designed for experienced soldiers who wish to
explore the darkest side of their nature. Your role is to make it happen.
Soldiers fighting in these extreme conditions will not be following niceties:
any officers fighting will be considered fair game by all ranks. I expect you
to join in and put those bull-sized balls at risk. I’m sure other soldiers
will covet your cock Make sure your cock spurts.
You have been warned. During the course of today you will see cocks and balls
begging for a serrated edge blade knife. Enlist the owners. The officers will
back up your authority to order the owners to take part in the “grudge
match”. Practical details: the “grudge match” killing
ground is located immediately beside the western side of the lake. The area
is framed with boxing ring ropes. The time depends on today’s activities. You
will wear a whistle on a chain. The Club is providing you with a necklace to
wear across your bare buff chest. Yes, you guessed. The necklace is made up
of real cocks and balls. You will present it as a trophy to the most
outstanding soldier. It will provide visual stimulation to the fighters. In
an ideal world the “grudge match” will finish when every soldier has scored. I’m impressed that your cock is now erect after
this conversation. The Club wants your cock to be erect and spurt the moment
you slice off another soldier’s cock. I know you want to keep it but Club
members and other soldiers consider it a prime target. Ditto your balls. The
nature of the Exercise today is that both of us may lose them. Put them back
into the safety of a bulge behind your camouflage trousers. By the way the
faces of all participants in the “grudge match” will be blackened to overcome
officer/all rank qualms. Black boot polish or camouflage cream will be
acceptable. Consult the quartermaster Ptes to see
whether their stores include boot polish or camouflage cream. I hadn’t
thought of it until this moment but some soldiers might wish to smear
camouflage cream on their chests and even their cocks and balls. Cpl, attention! Dismiss!” Exercise2: Enemy preparations Lt Gordon leads the “enemy” side of the Military
Cattle Cut Club exercise. This requires a rougher, tougher control of
fighters from diverse backgrounds. Basically he motivates them in the face of
danger as the exercise progresses. Members of the Punishment Unit have only
one option to fight their way out of their predicament. The militia members
who have been tricked into enlisting have to adjust their mindset to welcome
danger. Still, Lt Gordon relies on squads from the Border Patrol Guards to
discipline the militia members. There are degrees of discomfort within the twenty
five militia members. Lt Gordon gives such members the option of fighting in
the “grudge match”. In spite of this there is always somebody who panics and
wants to escape. A very tall militia member, probably a junior, fled. Lt
Gordon had briefed the Border Patrol Guards on this immediate eventuality. Lt
Gordon mustered the militia members together to watch the manhandling. A
squad of eleven Border Patrol Guards formed up in front of the militia. The
would-be escaper didn’t expect capture and manhandling. A guard pinned him
down from behind whilst two guards pulled down his brand new, bought out of
the local store, camouflage trousers. Even the boots were so new they hadn’t
been pissed on. The two guards manhandled his cock in slow stages so that his
militia comrades could watch every detail. An honor Guard positioned itself
and raised the escapee to shoulder height. The tall escapee with bare chest
looked good in silhouette. One guard raised the escapee’s cock which
responded and shot upwards. The militia comrades anticipated the cock
spurting, saw two Guards (the Sgt and the Cpl) remove a serrated edge blade
knife from the edge of their boots. The Guards gestured to made sure that
everybody could see. At this point Lt Gordon’s dreams came true. The escapee
realized what was about to happen. He screamed at the top of his voice: “Help, spare my cock. Ouch! You’re screwing my
balls.” Lt Gordon wallowed in the dialogue, addressed the
militia. “Playing soldiers is tough in this exercise. Watch
this demonstration carefully. Sgt, Cpl ready yet?” The Sgt replies “Yes Sir!” The Cpl grasps the
balls, positions his knife underneath; the Sgt deliberately puts his hand
underneath the now fully erect cock, starts jerking the cock and slowly
lowers his knife to the top of the cock shaft. Lt Gordon interrupts: “See how
the cock responds to the knife threat!” The militia members see the long cock
spurt profusely for the last time. The Sgt and the Cpl co-ordinate their
movements, shout “Now!” and slice off the cock and
balls from both directions. The Sgt holds up the trophy. The Lt from the
Border Patrol Guards joins in, picks up the trophy, separates the cock from
the balls, positions the cock head front out and shoves the cock down into
the escapee’s mouth. Of course, the head of the escapee is more or less
upside down—his torso is still raised up by the honor guard. The Lt has
awkward moments when the cock keeps slipping out of the mouth. He persists in
sliding the cock back in no matter how hard the
escapee tries to expel it. The choking process takes a few minutes. Three of
the militia members felt their cocks responding, opened up the front of their
camouflage trousers and brought out their now erect cocks. The Guards now
felt confident that the militia members would join in the exercise with
enthusiasm. Lt Gordon was happy to see this positive response. He took the
initiative and went down on one of the cocks. Everybody was surprised. He sucked on the cock to
the point where it spurted all over is face.
Consequently, he fought in the exercise with cum splattered face. Another two
guards followed suit and sucked cocks off for facials. The three militia
members simply didn’t expect this to
happen as their comrade choked to death. In fact it was a very sound
strategy: the release of tension put the fighters into a better mood.
Nevertheless at least six fighters and possibly more during the exercise
would be fighting in a “grudge match”. Pte Huntington was the quartermaster’s representative
on the enemy side. He took pride in his job. During the previous exercise he had to
demonstrate a new weapon to the soldiers; but, this time around the soldiers
were knife smart and well versed. The box of knives remained at the starting
point; however, he filled a back pack with spares and was expected to move
forward with the bulk of the soldiers. The two quartermaster ptes were the only two soldiers wearing a back pack over
their bare chests. He had already issued the serrated edge blade knives to
the Border Patrol Guards; he was pleased that they were itching to seriously
use them. He hadn’t met any of them before. The Border Patrol Guards got the
invitation from the Military Cattle Cut Club out of the blue. The secret of
these occasional exercises was well hidden from the mainstream military and
the media. Furthermore it was unusual in combat today for
fighters to be unrestrained from politically correct concerns; the choice of
weapons was a knife, a severed cock and strong arms. Three of the Guards took
a fancy to Pte Huntington—nice Pte—he
deserved a favor; he was very manly with a solid, hairless, bare chest; they
daringly asked him to show his cock and balls. Pte
Huntington was proud of his whopper cock and nearly bullsize
balls. He was surprised with their request but obliged. The Guards offered
him a facial for going into battle. Yes Sir! A Guard who was merely a Pte opened up the front of his camouflage trousers,
pulled out his cock and offered it to Pte
Huntington. The soldier enjoyed sucking on the cock; he would have preferred
to fuck but no matter. The Guard motioned when he was about to cum; Pte Huntington looked straight into the cockhead as cum
spewed over his face and down his bare chest. Another Guard bent over and
rubbed cum over the face and chest. Pte Huntington
joins a select few in going to battle with a facial. The three Guards
discussed him after he had moved on; very few soldiers enjoy the experience
of swallowing their own cock; the most satisfying favor the Guards could do
to Pte Huntington was to slice off his cock and
balls with the very knife he issued to soldiers. They would follow through by
shoving his cock down the throat. He would have the ultimate enjoyment of
swallowing his own cock. They pledged to carry this out during the exercise.
The Guards were experienced in doing favors South of the Border where
castration was commonplace. The members of the Punishment Unit were friendlier
to Pte Huntington. Their issued weapons had been
returned to stores; they felt “naked” without weapons; but they were professional
soldiers enough to appreciate the serrated edge blade knives. One or two
soldiers had fantasies of being castrated but, by and large, most soldiers
were apprehensive about losing their cocks and balls. Pte
Huntington passed on the rumor that their Lt was challenged by the Capt in
charge of him. It was highly likely that they would fight in a “grudge
match”. Did they know about the “grudge match”? Hadn’t Lt Gordon explained?
Were there any volunteers for taking part in the “grudge match”? A number of
the Punishment unit members were prepared to frag
their officer; for this reason they considered joining in a “grudge match” to
ensure the Lt’s termination. A squad from the Morgue Collection unit was uneasy
about fighting. They had got lazy about keeping up their military skills;
whilst they were physically fit they were mentally slack. Still they too
appreciated how the serrated edge blade knives would slice cocks and balls
off effortlessly. They fancied a combat scenario where they capture a group of,
say, ten soldiers whose cocks are then exposed, milked and best of all sliced
off in simultaneous mass action. They are happy to swap cockheads between the
buddies before choking them to death. It’s comparatively easy to bring such
scenarios to fruition once they articulate the objective. The problem was
that they didn’t have the numbers to capture ten or more soldiers; they
needed additional manpower such as help from the Border Patrol Guards. Lt
Gordon was yet to point out that there was indeed a small area with existing
upright poles and rope fittings for spread-eagling. Captured soldiers could
be dragged there, bound into position and wait for all poles to be occupied.
Lt Gordon would encourage the shouting of obscenities, remarks about saving
balls etc in the full knowledge that knives awaited their cocks.
Representatives from both sides could be spread-eagled. The soldiers found
taking part in a mass castration was deeply satisfying and quite different
from a one-to-one combat experience. There was an element of disappointment
for the captured soldiers some of whom may have missed out on castrating a
target. For this reason there was a ritual of milking the cocks. The Club
made every effort to guarantee cocks became erect when faced with the knife
and spewed accordingly. The Club had certainly outclassed itself in the
selection of today’s weapon. Every soldier was impressed: they knew with
certainty that the Club ensured their cocks and balls were looked after. They
would get maximum pleasure from the exercise activities. Lt Carell in charge of
the Punishment Unit was removed from his post. Before he was marched off to
the “grudge match” area he asked Lt Gordon whether he could have a fuck with
an officer from the Morgue Collection unit or the Border Patrol Guard unit.
Lt Gordon said no to an officer; however, he could fuck a militia member but
in public in front of all the militia. The militia nominated a fuck buddy. Lt
Carell pulled down the nearly new camouflage
trousers, asked the fuck buddy to bend over and then maneuvered his hand into
the fuck buddy’s arse. The fuck buddy’s arse was used to prime cock attention. Lt Carrell opened up the front of his own camouflage
trousers, pulled out the cock, let the fuck buddy
manhandle it until it erected, then using spit he thrust the cock up the arse. The militia was pleased when the fuck buddy
responded with a loud groan. They knew the fuck buddy loved to be fucked. Lt Carell took about five minutes before ejaculating and
made sure the fuck buddy’s cock spurted as well. Lt Gordon was street wise
enough to know that soldiers craved sexual release in the face of combat. The
Lt was pleased that he had made the fuck request; now he felt confident to
face the challenge from the Capt in charge of him. Now that the match had
been arranged he was brave enough to admit to himself that he would like to
castrate his Capt. The Capt had been a pain in the arse.
He suspected correctly that fighters within the “grudge match” area would
randomly help one another to pull down camouflage trousers, shoulder hold in
position and pick up extra knives if required. That suggested a degree of
co-operation. It will be a concern to his personal safety if the
“grudge match” area becomes a fight to the Last Man Standing. He had no idea
who else would be participating. Was any soldier brave enough to challenge
the Maj in a “grudge match”? The Maj had organized a big exercise. It was important that
soldiers seriously threaten to cut off the Maj’s
cock and balls during the exercise. Along the way the Maj
would no doubt engage in the fighting. A fitting finish to the exercise and,
indeed, the most appropriate reward for the Maj
would be the slicing off of his cock and balls—after he had spurted for the
last time. This is what the victors along with the Military Cattle Cut Club
expect. Keeping track of the combat and establishing
coherent narratives are long-standing problems in an exercise where the
killing zone is widespread. To cater for this need to know the Club is
providing four experienced members—two for each side. They will follow the
combat as required but still be armed with a knife each and ready to defend
or attack. The Club wondered about any “injustices” or seemingly unfair
decisions but decided that the exercise was about soldiers slicing. That was
the main priority. The ptes from the quartermaster must be prepared to move with
the combat flow and supply the soldiers if necessary with additional knives. There was a valid reason why Lt Gordon and Lt
Brown were not highlighting the spreadeagling area.
The Maj established the area such that soldiers
were drawn into the area just with the flow of combat. The Maj hoped the soldiers would set up ambushes to capture
targets. Filling the ten spread-eagling positions would be purely a matter of
being in the right place at the wrong time. Both sides will visit the area
for the mass castration as this is an infrequent event. Combat will
recommence when the ten captives have choked to death. It is not clear
whether the “grudge match” fighters will be available for a visit or whether
they will be absorbed in their killing zone. Lt Gordon took the initiative and changed the
opening “mascot” plan. What he had in mind was a safe-sex circle jerk where
the fighters killed one another. He was confident the two Punishment Unit
members would enter into the spirit. The Border Patrol Guards selected two of
the least interesting militia members at random and mounted a barrier between
the fighters, the Punishment Unit and the Militia. The Club representative, Cpl Woo, gives a full
report from the “enemy” location. Revised “mascot” combat This morning the sun shone on the bare torsos of
two condemned soldiers and two militia unit members. The fighters fought for
five minutes before they opened up the front of their opponent’s camouflage
trousers. Border Sgt Pronger ordered the fighters
pull down the trousers to their boots. The Sgt wanted full exposure. It is
difficult for onlookers to see the actions of four fighters in a tight circle.
The serrated edge blade knives were already positioned on the side of their
boots. The fighters were all right-anded; the
unsheathed their knives and held them in their right hands; their left hand
strayed across to the fighters on the left and grasped the balls. They
lowered the knives and positioned them above the cock shaft. The cocks were
now lined up and threatened by the knives. The Sgt inspected to see whether the cocks
responded to the threat. The two militia cocks jumped into an erect position;
the two Punishment unit cocks required manhandling before erection. The Sgt
insisted the fighters look closely down at the erect cocks and their
positions. He relayed a message to the onlookers. “Cocks in erect position!”
The left hands strayed from the balls to the cockheads and slowly jerked. The
fighters anticipated the order when their cocks spewed. They tried to hold
back but they had no control. One of the fighters shouted “No!” before
anything had happened. The onlookers laughed. The shout relieved the tension
before the next activity. The Sgt relayed a further message. “Erect cocks starting to spurt. Note how the cocks
respond to the knife threat. I see one, two, three and four cocks spurting.
Fighters, get ready, get a grip on your knives, and reposition them above the
cocks if necessary. Hang fire, one of the Punishment unit fighters is trying
to escape from the jerk circle. It’s not on.” The militia boos. Border Patrol
Sgt Pronger and an unidentified pte
drag the escapee back into the jerk circle. The pte
butts into the jerk circle, grasps the escapee’s cock and says aloud: “Your
small cock is big enough for the knife. Here, I’m holding it up. The militia
fighter on your right can reposition his knife above the cock shaft. The
militia fighter on your left now thinks his cock will be spared. Wrong! I’m
going to take your place on the left.” He whips out a knife. The Sgt
continues. “Reposition your left hand so that it is holding the balls and the
cocks or just the cocks. Is everybody ready? I can’t hear you.” The five
fighters shout “Ready!” The Sgt shouts: “On your marks, slice!” Lt Gordon
enjoys the next few minutes: some fighters cry out “No!” when the
state-of-the-art knives slice off their cocks and balls. The four newly
emasculated fighters jack up on the Border Patrol Unit pte—
and rightly so. They pull his camouflage trousers right down, throw and pin
him onto the ground. The cock is nicely exposed for jerking; the balls are
ready for action. The rough handling suits his cock which promptly spurts all
over his bare chest. The Punishment Unit ptes
coordinated their knives underneath the balls and on top of the cock shaft. Border Patrol Sgt Pronger
thought the pte did his unit proud. The two
Punishment Unit ptes may have had small cocks but
their experienced hands sliced off the cock and
balls with expertise. The militia was reassured that they would suffer no
discrimination: in this killing zone all cocks and balls were targets. The
Morgue Collection soldiers had seen emasculated soldiers on the battlefield but this
was their first time watching it happen. Manly satisfaction is…hot fighters slicing one
another. The Border Sgt beckoned three Morgue Collection soldiers to step
into the killing zone and finish off the targets. First, cocks into mouths;
second, cocks choke; and third, hands choke necks to finalize targets. Bodies left to slump on the ground for later
collection. Knives returned to Pte Huntington for
recycling. There is a genuine concern that additional knives will be needed.
As a footnote the quartermaster requested an additional case of knives but
was told they were required elsewhere. This is the first time the Club has posted me as a
representative. The project is challenging: I have no protection as I move
around with the “enemy”. I’m understudying Pte
Huntington in his quartermaster role of issuing knives to soldiers on
location. Cpl Bauer is the other Club representative. He strikes me as a good
soldier obeying orders and shooting to kill the enemy. The bulge in front of
his camouflage trousers guarantees that his cock is prime size. Both of us
Club Cpls have hairless chests. That may be a
reason why we admire soldiers with hairy chests. I will tell you more when
the two sides advance on one another. End of first report. Border Patrol Officer, Lt Hoover, acted as Maj Charlton’s messenger. He visited Lt Gordon for the
first time before the attack. He passed on Club orders. 1. The Maj decided that
fights within the “grudge match” area would be a sensible finale. The
nominated candidates take part in the first half of the exercise; then, move
to the “grudge match” area for the finale. 2. Lt Gordon must address the Punishment Unit
members who nominated for the “grudge match” before Lt Carell
returns. The Club believes that their nomination was linked to a desire to frag their fuck-up officer. If so the Club approves his fragging during the first half of the exercise. The fragging is an order. The nominated members are ordered
to report for duty at the “grudge match” afterwards. 3. Use Club Cpls Woo and
Bauer as dog bodies that can be placed in harm’s way. 4. Give some thought to bull-sized balls. A “dirty
dozen” group will attack the enemy forces later in the morning. Lt Gordon
might come up with some hot ideas on what to do with captured bull-sized
balls. 5. The other Club members look forward to
attacking the enemy forces and have no reservations about what they are
required to do. A soldiers’ life is tough when all he has to do is use a
serrated edge blade knife in his hand. 6. Forget about sparing cocks for a proverbial
rainy day. Today’s exercise is the proverbial rainy day. Exercise2: the
Event—Cpl Trapper Narrative One: Friendly side, Club representative
Cpl Trapper I can vouch for Maj Charlton.
He’s done a fine job in putting all these cocks and balls in harms way. The Club could ask for no better taskmaster.
He follows orders like a good soldier and takes part in the killing zone. Who
knows? In the fortunes of this combat exercise a soldier might get lucky and
slice off his leader’s cock and balls. In past practice the Club tasked the
next officer in rank, such as Capt Heims, to ensure
this happens. That may be the reason why the “grudge match” between Capt Heims and Lt Carrell has been
cancelled. The Club has been very good to me. I fought in two
exercises. The Club members have a sense of humor. They had great fun in
playing with the two leaders. One leader enjoyed slicing off two sets before
he was captured. His captors knew what was best for him; he taunted them as
his cock rose to the special occasion; the erect cock looked good as it
spewed cum over his hairy chest; his experienced captors positioned knives
underneath his balls and on top of the cock shaft, winked at one another and
then thrust the knives upwards and downwards. Neat! The first leader proved
to be a shirker, and in the event a whiner. Club members enjoy cries of
resistance but this leader was a pain. The cock held back its spew due to
unmanly fright. In the end the Club members went ahead, forced him to look
downwards and watch the knife slice off his cock and balls. Nice! The Club
members ensured he swallowed his own cock. The killing zone is shaping up as general infantry
with an emphasis on hunting down, ambushing and capturing targets. Soldiers
are familiar with these routine activities; the routine is punctuated with
attacks and assaults. Lt Brown is currently tasking Club members for the
advance towards the enemy. He has broken the bulk of them into two flanks on
left and right side with a small group moving down the centre. There are
scouts ambushing the advancing soldiers. One or two are caught up in a
skirmish. Talk about dummies. A soldier is having trouble with the serrated
edge blade knife; obviously, he assumed it would cut straight into the cock
shaft and ignored the need to slice. His buddy is stepping in to rescue the
situation. That’s it. The serrated edge blade knife does exactly what it is
designed to do—slice off a cock and with extra effort and moves slice off the
balls. The two soldiers strike a problem when they forget about their own
defenses. I’m sorry to say a further three scouts surround them. No, I am not
sorry. This is an exercise where every soldier knows what to do. The scouts
systematically cut off all chance of escape, toy with the camouflage trousers
which they rip open. The cocks and balls are exposed. The scouts order the
two soldiers firstly to wank each other’s cocks and
secondly, at the same time telling them that the moment the cocks spurt will
be fateful. The procedure is fairly straightforward. The cocks spurt and,
bingo! Serrated edge blade knives slice the top of the cock shafts. The two
cocks separate with ease but the balls require additional attention. This
narrative needs to bring out the physical frenzy as the soldiers fight. They
are in a hurry to slice off the other soldier’s cock and balls before the
other soldier slices their’s off. The next phase of the advance to contact spooks
out some of the soldiers. Their first flush of enthusiasm wanes and they
comprehend what might happen. Pte Granger is
surprised when the soldiers express their apprehension; he is brainwashed to
consider the goal an essential part of military life. Another group eagerly
awaits the contact. The proposed roll call listed as follows: Maj Charlton, commander in the field assisted by Lt Brown and Lt Gordon Quartermaster Ptes: Pte Granger Pte Huntington Members of Military Cattle Cut Club SSgt Bonner Sgt Popov Number of fighters to be specified but including
four fighters to report back to the Club. Cpl Trapper on “friendly” side Cpl Dudikov on
“friendly” side Cpl Woo on “enemy” side Cpl Bauer on “enemy” side Border Patrol Guards: Officer Lt Hoover Sgt Pronger Cpl Pte Other unit members Unit for punishment: 33 Lt Carell 33 unit members Capt Heims responsible
for Lt Carell Military Police personnel Militia members approx 25 Morgue squad x 2 or 3 Formal execution: Lt Carell redeemed
himself in the eyes of the commander in the field. He skilfully
castrated two soldiers who were members of the Club; he completed the attack
by wapping and forcing their severed cocks into
opposite mouths—the ultimate buddy gift. Capt Heims
had reciprocal ideas for his execution. At this point of the manoeuvre Capt Heims was
out-of-favour with the rank and file soldiers. He
was a distant figurehead for the Punishment Unit soldiers; so far he had kept
a distance from soldier-to-soldier combat; nevertheless he had an impressive,
hairless, bare chest with very strong arms. In fact Capt Heims
was an experienced officer who had served in a genuine military operation. Lt
Carell knew that his superior had indeed killed
soldiers in the course of military operations. Capt Heims
ordered Lt Brown to arrange for Club members to target Lt Carell.
It would be satisfying if he was captured and brought to a spot for a formal
execution. Members of the Punishment Unit might like to witness the
execution; on the other hand they would still attack Club members when the
opportunity presented itself. Lt Brown chose to task the Club’s sgt—Sgt Popov. The Sgt had proved himself in the advance.
The task to hunt down, capture and formally execute the target would be
welcome. The dangers of a low rank soldier executing an officer were
understood. On the other hand the Sgt would expect members of the Punishment
Unit to target him and the Club members assisting him. He had been under fire
in his military career before so this would be no different. Sgt Popov was
proud of his service in genuine military operations. He also fully shared the lust to cut cocks and
balls off. The lust was intensified by the personal risk especially in the
current scenario. On the other hand the scenario took on a life of
its own. Things happened outside the expected course of events. For example,
guards from the Border Patrol captured both Quartermaster Ptes
and their treasure chests of spare blades. The guards thought these Ptes would appreciate sharing each other’s cocks as a
farewell gesture. It was a shame that the Quartermaster himself was not
present to witness the professional manner in which they conducted
themselves. Pte Granger and Pte
Huntington attempted to escape but found that wasn’t an option. Then, they
struggled. The guards enjoyed the playful efforts because they knew the Ptes were destined for the serrated edge blades. Two of
the guards got careless: Pte Granger and Pte Huntington opened up the front of the guards’
camouflage trousers and extracted the impressive cocks and balls. The
quartermaster missed seeing them slice off the cocks and balls with
considerable expertise. Of course they knew that now there was nil hope of
saving their own cocks and balls. The Border Patrol Cpl rallied up Ptes to resume the assault. During the following melee
the front of all camouflage trousers was torn open and in some cases the
trousers were pulled down to the boots. The quartermaster ptes
scored another two sets of cocks and balls. It wasn’t fair! It wasn’t
supposed to happen! The Cpl scored Pte
Granger’s but found too late that Pte Huntington
revenged his colleague and scored his set. Ouch! Sgt Pronger had to
intervene to finish off Pte Huntington. In fact the
Sgt got carried away —he opened up the front of his camouflage trousers so
that his cock could spurt profusely over Pte
Huntington’s bare chest. By now members of the Club intervened, picked up
severed cocks and balls and inserted them into another soldier’s mouth. They
had the choking routine down pat. The Cpl was the seventh score: the Club
members had to find another cock for him if they were to swap. They solved
the issue by attacking a militia member who proved to have a large cock ideal
for choking the Cpl. A total of seven soldiers and a militia member swapped
cocks and were satisfied until the end. The Club members took note of Sgt Pronger; they hesitated but then decided that this was
the ideal moment. The Sgt didn’t like it; he expected to fight on but the
serrated edge blade awaited his cock and balls. The Club members took their
time. They spread-eagled him on the ground, positioned his head up so that he
could see his own castration. The cock had spurted profusely so it was limp
for the moment. A guiding hand slowly brought it to life. The two balls were
a respectable size for the blade. The Junior Club member smiled as he sliced
off the cock and balls. The other Club members
approved. The Sgt accepted his own cock into his mouth, gagged a few times
and then choked. The Junior Club member finished him off with two bare hands
throttling his throat. Members of the Punishment Unit who had seen the
Border Patrol Guards fall in action were basically pleased. It was their turn
to confront the Club members. The situation was complex in the sense that
there were now four distinct groups confronting one another—morgue squad
members, militia members, Punishment Unit members and the Club itself. Maj Charlton intervened and ordered Lt Brown and Lt
Gordon to re-assemble the fighting forces. In fact the Maj
stipulated a formal parade complete with a pissing trough. He partly wanted
to inspect the blades to establish which soldiers had already scored. The
parade was also an opportunity for soldiers to collect a new blade from the
treasure chests. He wondered about calling for volunteers for the no-holes-barred event. The soldiers had not seen him in
action yet. Whilst he had been busy organizing the event, so far, he had no
opportunity to slice off any cocks and balls. The Border Patrol Guards
officer Lt Hoover partly solved this issue by presenting the Maj with a militia would-be escapee. The Maj could execute him in front of the entire assembly.
This is more or less what happened. The Maj undid
the front of his camouflage trousers and pulled out his erect cock for all to
see. The Maj wanted to get his hands splattered
with cum so he jerked off the escapee. He conspicuously covered his hands
with the cum, raised the serrated edge blade so that everybody could see and
sliced off the cock and balls. He wanted everybody
to see that he was a full participant in today’s event. He raised the severed
cock and then stuffed it into the escapee’s mouth. The escapee gagged but to
no avail. The Maj kept up the pressure until the
escapee choked to death. Everybody was now satisfied that their commander in
the field had scored. The burning question was: Who would be able to score the commander’s cock
and balls? The cock had not spurted yet unlike the Border Patrol Guard Sgt Pronger. The Maj partly
answered the question in their mind when he outlined the no-holes-barred event. Yes, he would be taking part in
addition to officers and volunteers. There would be no respect of rank and no
niceties. The emphasis would be on slicing off cocks and
balls. The parade was slightly morbid in that the assembled
soldiers and militia members were the remaining live participants. The
numbers were down but the lust to cut off cocks and balls still had a way to
go. Lt Brown headed the Club members. SSgt Bonner was
still there with some of his bullsized ball
colleagues. Sgt Popov had an unaccomplished mission to target Lt Carell. Essentially the Club members were roaring to
continue. The two “friendly” side reporters would shortly report on the
forthcoming event. Capt Heims was loose
cannon. Lt Carell headed the Punishment Unit which
was going strong. The two “enemy” side reporters had been silent at critical
moments. Lt Gordon was unimpressed with their performance but anxious to see
behind their bulges. If cocks could talk they would make a better story than
their masters. The Militia group had been culled considerably but
there were still members with intact cocks and balls ready for the blade. The Morgue squads were about to come into a
dedicated field of action and demonstrate their worth as soldiers. The Border Patrol Guards were a poor left over
bunch no longer resourceful to apprehend escapees but, perhaps, willing to
supervise further activities. Three militia members volunteered to lie down in
the pissing trough. That was thoughtful. The soldiers eyed each other’s cocks
off as they pissed over them. The Maj announced that they could leave their cocks out
from now on. He liked the sight of military cocks jutting out of camouflage
trousers. There was an added benefit: they could position the blades so that
it would be easier to slice the cocks across, down or up. Soldiers tended to slice across with serrated
edges but some still preferred cutting downwards. Others positioned the blade
underneath the balls and sliced upwards to take both the balls and the cock. Sgt Popov assessed both Capt Heims
and Lt Carell. Their cocks and balls must be prime targets. He assembled six Club members to dedicate
themselves to this mission. They would be found wanting: in particular Capt Heims and Lt Carell sliced off
the cocks and balls of four Club members. Capt Heims
ordered a halt so that his and Lt Carell’s cocks
could spurt for the last time. The Sgt was happy to oblige; his own cock
spurted in unison with them. After that moment the remaining two Club members
and the Sgt successfully sliced off the officers’ cocks and balls. They
swapped the Club members’ and the officers’ cocks. Maj Charlton was secretly glad to see Capt Heims out of the event. The Maj
was still in danger but his attacker could now be anybody from the killing
zone. Cpl Bauer reports from the “enemy” side I cannot speak ill of fellow members of the
Military Cattle Cut Club. It’s a disappointment that the Club hierarchy
missed the bull-sized balls cutting show. Members of the Morgue squad captured, staked out
and positioned bush pillows so that SSgt Bonner and a number of Club members
could watch every detail as serrated edge blade knives did their job. It’s
always a shock for soldiers to watch the slicing off of their cocks and
balls; some of them get lucky when they mouth them or their buddies’. The
Morgue squad members carried out the assault with know-how. Essentially they
rounded up the bull-sized ball Club members who had dropped their safeguards
in the killing zone. That was a big mistake. The Morgue squad was
comparatively unknown to infantry soldiers and certainly the Border Patrol
Guards. The squad comprised soldiers with cocks that shoot cum and
imaginations of castrating enemy soldiers. They fought infrequently in full
frontal combat so today’s exercise was very welcome. Dare I report? It was
fucking marvelous to see the serrated edge blade knives slice down through
the thick cocks; the Morgue squad members needed more time to grasp the
bull-sized balls and slice them cleanly off. I guess SSgt Bonner and his
fellow Club members had scored in the past and were fully aware of the
terminal threat. Cpl Woo, my colleague in reporting from the
“enemy” side, had a surprise. One of the militia members thrust his cock up
Cpl Woo’s arse. The Cpl was brainwashed into
thinking the cock needed a condom for “safe sex”; but, in a killing zone,
there was no such thing as “safe sex”. The Cpl was surprised when the militia
member let him go after the cock had spurted. He fully expected to be
strangled; in previous combat exercises soldiers completed their cock thrusts
with hands choking necks for a finale. Tired, careless with the blades, thirsty…who will
be triumphant? Sgt Popov assumed leadership of the other rank
Club members now that the bodies of SSgt Bonner and other Club members lay on
the ground. The morgue squad would label, stack and remove them in due
course. |
