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Border Patrol Guards

The Border Patrol Guards consider themselves photogenic like the men in the above photo—widely distributed on the web. They rate their cocks and balls as meeting the photographer’s prime standards. Their duties as Border Patrol Guards have been somewhat mundane for the past few months. They welcome the fresh task of patrolling the Military Cattle Cut Club exercise perimeter. Intruders from outside will be drafted into the exercise. Would be escapers are expendable targets. Any bored or inactive guards are welcome to join in the exercise. It’s highly likely they will see cocks and balls as in the above photo. Other Guards wish to encounter a cock and balls like the one below!

The Guards are surprised to learn that they will be carrying none of the standard weapons in carrying out their duties. Instead a representative from the quartermaster will issue the Guards with the latest state-of-the-art serrated edge blade knives. The Guards will have a lot of fun using the latest weapon for removing cocks and balls.

Border Patrol Guards:

Officer Lt Hoover

Sgt Pronger

Cpl Terzetto

Pte Martinez

Other unit members

Sgt Pronger reporting from the Border Patrol Guards.

We hunted down three militia members trying to escape. They put on a show of resistance but the Guards are in better physical shape to tackle them. The Guards enjoy playing the sport. It’s great when escapees resist. They were chickens who couldn’t take live military combat. The Border Patrol Guards share politically incorrect views: they have no problem with peacetime soldiers fighting one another. Let them play with serrated edge blade knives. What are a few severed cocks and balls between soldiers? Anyway we finished off the militia members; we forced them to choke on their buddy’s cock and balls. That was a nice touch! I insisted on using my knife first in full view of my troop members. Pte Martinez who’s a livewire full of fun wiped his bloody knife across the hairy chest of the fallen militia member. We copied him on the other two hairy chests.

The Officer in charge, Lt Hoover, enlisted me and two bodyguards to attend to a fuckedup Officer in nominal charge of a Punishment Unit. There were barracks rumors that Lt Hoover was very skilled with knives especially overpowering enemy guards and slitting their throats. We were very confident supporting him on the new task. When soldiers are fighting for their lives behavior in the killing grounds is unpredictable. The Punishment Unit soldiers had taken on themselves to frag their Officer, a Lt Carell. We arrived to see six Ptes holding their Officer above their heads. The Officer’s camouflage trousers were partly down; a soldier was pulling the Officer’s cock. We were too far distant to see the fine details. The soldier exclaimed: “The cock’s shooting!” Cocks must know when they are shooting for the last time. The Lt’s bare chest was profusely covered with cum. One of the Ptes holding him up demanded the right to do the deed; the other Ptes mumbled but then agreed. The Pte held up his serrated edge blade knife for all to see then swooped down. The Lt groaned as the Pte held up the trophy. The Pte shut the Lt up when he shoved the severed cock and balls deep into his mouth. The choking took a few minutes before the Lt went to bye-bye land.

The commander in the field had given Lt Hoover orders to select participants for the Grudge Match. The victorious Punishment Unit Pte was an obvious candidate. He chose to select all seven Ptes who had fragged their Officer. This was sound military discipline.

Furthermore he removed them from the current killing zone. We escorted them to the Grudge Match area where there were rations and drinks. Our Cpl Terzetto instructed them to piss into a designated trough. The idea was to fill it up. It was sealed for the moment.

We wondered what the Cpl had in mind. Subsequently we learnt that the commander in the field had given orders to Cpl Terzetto. In fact the Cpl would be in his element.

Military Cattle Cut Club Standards

Examine the photo above and observe the cocks and balls. The size is the benchmark preferred for Exercise activities.

My name is Cpl Bauer. I’m the second representative from the Club on the “enemy” side. My orders are to identify enemy combatants who take a shine and excel in the limited combat activities; at the same time I must check the size of their cocks and balls and ensure they meet the benchmark standards. At first I thought this was a tall order; but as the Exercise developed and the friendly forces attacked the enemy forces I was able to observe serious combat. The Exercise became serious the moment the penny dropped: the participants were going to kill each other but in a fetish way. The forces relaxed when they settled down into a deadly routine. I was genuinely surprised at the speed with which the participants entered into the spirit of the killing. But, firstly, I must identify the key enthusiasts who will be enlisted into the Club if they survive today’s Exercise. It is difficult to name the soldiers as they are baring their chests. I have to consult their dog tags; this means I am upfront and in harm’s way. Let’s face it my cock likes being in harm’s way—it has a mind of its own and enjoys Exercises where soldiers slice off each other’s cocks and balls. The sight of bulges in camouflage trousers convinces me that other soldiers share the same feeling.

The promising candidate at the beginning of the Exercise was, in fact, a Pte from the Punishment Unit. He challenged a member of the bull-sized balls friendly force unit. They fought a duel over a grueling period of time. It took at least five minutes before they opened up the front of each other’s camouflage trousers. It was no surprise to me that their cocks were firmly erect poised for action. They confronted one another, took the initiative and started jerking each other’s cock; it was understood that once the cocks spurted they were to attack. Who would have thought that vanilla sex could be so deadly?

I couldn’t keep my eyes off the bull-sized balls. The Punishment Unit Pte expertly sliced off the cock and balls with the serrated edge blade knife; at the same time he ducked and avoided a similar attack. He followed this up by showing off the set of cock and balls in the air for all to see but left himself unprotected. The next move was totally unexpected.

A buddy from the bull-sized balls unit interrupted; the buddy firmly grasped the Punishment unit Pte’s cock and balls; the PU Pte looked downwards as the buddy sliced them off with the serrated edge blade knife. Nice work! But, wait, that’s not the end of the story. The two buddies tackled the Pte around the neck and throat; they stuffed the severed cock and balls down his throat; he kept gagging but no matter. They persisted for a few minutes. The Pte eventually slumped down to the ground. They positioned him with his back to the ground; then, they rearranged the cock so that its head jutted outwards. They left the camouflage trousers wide open so that other soldiers could see the gap where his cock and balls used to be. By now the first bull-Sized ball unit member was bleeding profusely. He demanded his buddy do the right thing and finish him off. The buddy was reluctant but combat is tough. It had to be done.

The Punishment Unit entered the spread-eagle-to-the-stakes area with high expectations.

Their one regret was there was but ten positions to be occupied. Lt Carell warned them that the objective was to capture ten soldiers at random, spread-eagle in an upright position and then wait for a mass/simultaneous serrated edge blade knife slicing. In fact the soldiers from both sides occupied the ten positions fairly promptly. SSgt Bonner was disappointed that four of his bull-sized ball colleagues were strung up awaiting the inevitable. In spite of his disappointment his cock bulged behind the camouflage trousers.

One other member of the Club thought he was Samson and could fight his way out of the spread-eagle position. Yes, he had the brawn and the will. Alas, two Ptes from the Punishment Unit kept his raised arms in position, taunted him as they meticulously opened up the front of the camouflage trousers. The cock size met the Club’s standards. The Ptes got the go-ahead to milk the cock in advance of the main action. They took their time; the would-be Samson enjoyed his last spurt.

The other positions were occupied by four militia members and a Pte from the morgue squad. The four militia members were very vocal; they couldn’t believe that they were powerless to avoid their fate. It’s true that the knives work on any size cock but in this case the militia cocks were prime meat for the knives. The serrated edge blades were tops in performance—with due credit to the soldiers slicing the cocks. Maybe, just maybe, real soldiers are more efficient than militia members in handling these matters. The morgue squad Pte took his forthcoming execution in style; once the front of his camouflage trousers was opened his thick cock jutted out as a beacon to attract the serrated edge blade knife. His cock needed no manhandling; of its own accord it spewed and spewed.

Pte Granger assumed responsibility for carrying out the deed. At this point Maj Charlton arrived without escort or guards to watch the forthcoming mass event. He ordered the two Lts, Brown and Gordon, to expose their cocks. When the Maj was satisfied with the look of their cocks he loosed his own cock. The Lts were surprised when they saw the thick, lengthy, circumcised cock with a wide head. The Maj called for an inspection of the soldiers who must follow the Lts. The line-up was suitably arousing. Cocks like competition in displaying their degrees of erection. The Maj ordered the soldiers to unsheathe and raise the knives above their heads. Two of the knives were covered in blood. The Maj quizzed the soldiers who shamelessly admitted their success. Whilst the Maj’s guidelines recommended that every soldier have a slicing opportunity in this case he decided to reward the soldiers with a second slicing. On the other hand he ordered the two soldiers to take part in the “grudge match” after the current combat. Lt Brown ordered Pte Granger from the quartermaster to replace the bloodied with fresh knives. Pte Granger was happy to oblige but somewhat embarrassed in front of the Maj. The Pte’s cock was both fully erect and a match in length and thickness with the Maj’s cock. The Maj appreciated the visual competition. Six more Ptes from the Punishment Unit Ptes faced the bull-sized ball targets. Lt Gordon insisted they use two knives: the balls required additional serration from beneath. Club members were happy to oblige with respect to the four militia members. The Maj ordered the ten captives to be sliced simultaneously. The cocks of both Lts and six knifers spurted in unison all down the front of their camouflage trousers. The two Lts changed their mind: now they ordered the sliced cocks to be swapped and shoved down other throats. The captives gagged; that was predictable; they slowly choked. Lt Gordon interrupted a Club member, joined in and applied severe pressure on the captive’s neck. The captive resisted but in a final burst of energy swallowed the severed cock down his throat. The Maj would have liked to join in but his fighting chance would come later.

Ten or so militia members went feral when they heard about their spread-eagled colleagues. That made it easier for the disciplined soldiers to target, hunt them down and work over them. The Club members in particular proved that their serrated edge blade knives worked on easy targets. Nevertheless they met their match. The morgue squad was very accomplished with slicing up flesh. Indeed the morgue squad took great relish in the task at hand. The fighting was very intense especially after the Club members understood how serious their predicament was. They had assumed that the fighting would go their way. With mounting casualties it was obvious their expectations were unrealistic. The remaining militia members complicated the killing zone mainly by getting in the road.

Somebody had the bright idea that they could vamoose. This got them away from the main killing zone but straight into the arms of the Border Patrol Guards. The Guards had a field day wiping them out. Now that the Guards had tasted the lust to kill they moved back into the official killing zone.

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

Number of fighters to be specified but including four fighters to report back to the Club.

Cpl Trapper on “friendly” side