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The heart of the matter: Military Cattle Cut Club activities
Members know exactly what to expect in the
fighting area. In truth they have no qualms about using the serrated edge
blade knives on the cocks and balls of the targets. They make a point of
ensuring their colleagues choke on their own or closest buddies’ cocks.
Indeed this happened in previous Military Cattle Cut Club activities. In turn
they expect that targets reciprocate the favor. Maj
Charlton assembled a prime group of fighters who were working their way
towards a penultimate event. Some of the non-members who were drafted into the
terminal activities felt lost. Their training had conditioned them in other
ways of terminating targets. A few fighters found that they quite liked using
the knives; others enjoyed stuffing mouths with severed cocks and choking the
targets. The real activity proved to be more satisfying than the fantasy. Two Ptes from the Border
Patrol Guards including Pte Martinez brought a box
of serrated edge blade knives to the Grudge Match area. The box was half full
or half empty depending on your way of thinking about it. Soldiers had taken
knives out of the box with the proviso that they use them. Neither of the
quartermaster ptes Pte
Granger and Pte Huntington accompanied the box.
Border Patrol Guards knew exactly why: they had terminated both Ptes. There was a surprise visit to the Grudge Match.
The Colonel of the Military Cattle Cut Club drove up in the front seat of an
open land rover. He wore a cap which displayed his rank but was otherwise
bare-chested. His face was not camouflaged as he didn’t expect to fight in
the match. However, the two guards armed with rifles sitting in the back seat
will join in. The Club Quartermaster sat in-between the two guards. He looked
grim as if he was going to an execution—well, he was—he knew that by the end
of this day a lucky soldier would cut off his cock and balls. All were
bare-chested. The driver as well as both guards covered up with camouflage
cream; the faces were black, the bare chests striped like a zebra; it’s
possible that their cocks and balls had already been blackened; an attacking
soldier might find out for himself when he exposed their cocks by opening up
the front of their camouflage trousers. The knives were tucked into the side
of their right hand boots. The driver would prove to be an ace at slicing off
cocks and balls. It was certain that the Colonel would be duly impressed and
recommend him for a Club Award. This usually consisted of a blade inscribed with
the logo of the Military Cattle Cut Club. Soldiers highly sought after these
awards; they were a guarantee that the recipient was a cock “killer”. The Colonel enjoyed the company of the “cock
killers” in the Military Cattle Cut Club. Yes, he was given a Club Award and carried it
today tucked into his boot. This was a two edged sword because it attracted
attacks in addition to any Club activities. Attackers knew that the Award owners
had cocks and balls which were prime targets. The Colonel had fended off
surprise attacks from two military policemen who had turned renegades. In retrospect he applauded their nous. His large
cock and bull-sized balls was a prime target. They didn’t expect him to slice
off their cocks and balls with professional expertise. He had used the Award
knife. As for the future he would probably fly down to the foreign country
hosting the Japanese. The authorities were insisting that high-ranking
officers must participate. He understood that the Japanese soldiers of every
rank had an obsession with large cocks. For them slicing off large cocks and
balls was a special treat. The Club Quartermaster had inadvertently offended
the Japanese negotiators; the Japanese insisted on using their own blades.
The Colonel had no option but to replace him as far as the Japanese went. It
seemed sensible to thrust him into the Grudge Match thought up by Maj Charlton. The Maj was
pleased with his organization of today’s fights. The morgue squad was tasked
with finishing off the wounded, bagging and collecting bodies, completing any
paperwork and transporting the bodies to the military cremation site. It was
up to their discretion as to what they did with the severed cocks and balls.
The Maj gave them “carte blanche” if their members
wished to participate in the fighting. The Maj was
pleased that the Club Quartermaster could now take the place of his fallen Ptes and issue blades if necessary. If he were to fight
this would be a bonus. All position holders within the Club were on notice to
fight 24/7. The Colonel was pleased to see that somebody
bright had organized a piss ritual beside the Grudge Match area. He now had
the opportunity to flash his huge cock in front of soldiers eager to piss as
a group. He ordered six soldiers to stand on the opposite side, open up and
show everybody their cocks. The Border Patrol Ptes
thought this was terrific. The Colonel unsheathed his Award knife to show the
Ptes; first, he deliberately let them piss over the
knife and then, he bent over, placed the knife under their cocks one by one
and waited for a response. The fourth and fifth Ptes
were embarrassed when their cocks responded with a full erection. The Colonel
commented that their cocks will prefer the serrated edge blades used in the
Grudge Match. The Colonel ordered the piss guard to show him his cock—nice
size for slicing—then, the balls—ah! Bull-sized and prime target. How lucky
can soldiers get? His second order was that the piss guard ensures that all
pissers leave their cocks exposed through the front of the camouflage
trousers. The Club Quartermaster joined Pte
Martinez and his colleague from the Border Patrol Guards. The guard’s shirt
might have his regimental name in block letters but he was bare-buff. The
Club Quartermaster insisted on inspecting the body tag—Pte
Sanchez. This very morning Pte Sanchez sliced off a
set of cock and balls for the first time. He enjoyed the experience
especially when he choked the target with the severed cock. The Border Patrol
Guards were not true buddies but, in the course of the Grudge Match, a number
of them would choke on each other’s cocks. The Colonel joined the Club
Quartermaster, ordered him and the two Ptes to
expose their cocks. “I’m impressed!” The Colonel remarked as he
inspected the Ptes’ cocks. “The challenge of
slicing off your cocks will make a soldiers’ day. Show me your balls.” The Ptes withdrew their balls which were normal size. “Club
Quartermaster: show them your bullsized balls.” The
Club Quartermaster opened up the front of his camouflage trousers. “Didn’t I tell you, bulls-eye?” The Ptes salivated at the prospect of slicing off the bullsized balls. “But, first, I want you take it in turn
to go down of the Club Quartermaster’s cock. Who knows? His cock may spurt
for the last time. You can swallow or take a facial —maybe a facial will
inspire other solders in the Grudge Match. Then, issue the Club Quartermaster
with one of the serrated edge blade knives. He fights in the Grudge Match and
believe you me he effectively slices off cocks and balls. Get to it!” The
Colonel already had a replacement in mind for the Club Quartermaster’s
position. The Japanese would consider the replacement as the “ideal soldier”
especially for the size of his cock and balls for the close attention of
their blades. The Colonel was slightly critical of Maj Charlton’s Grudge Match but the Maj
was running this combat event. The Colonel got his way in that soldiers
arriving to take part had to expose their cocks. The Maj
got his way in that the soldiers camouflaged their faces; if they wished they
could draw zebra stripes across their chests. Camouflage enthusiasts
could—and did—cover their cocks and balls. In addition there was an adequate
supply of black boot polish on hand. With the exception of the Colonel who
was essentially an outsider and spectator the Grudge Match fighters respected
no ranks. The fighting was to be totally focused on slicing off cocks and
balls. Then the cocks could be used for inserting into every available mouth.
In the ideal combat zone the soldiers would choke on their own or buddies’
cocks. Sgt Popov made some military decisions on behalf
of the Military Cattle Cut Club. He ordered the Club informants and all
surviving members to return and fight in the Grudge Match. By now the Club
members were so hyped up by the morning combat they demanded a place; few
cared less that their chances of survival were minimal. Sgt Popov was
relieved when the Colonel showed up for a “pep” talk. The Punishment Unit survivors were still sour. Now
they understood how Club members needed to slice off other soldiers’ cocks
and balls. They resolved to cut off the cocks and balls of as many Club
members as possible. Instead of being ‘cannon fodder’ they were ‘cock
fodder’. During the combat this morning some of them “took” to cock killing.
The Militia survivors were by now ‘street wise’. Their attitude had changed
for the Maj’s benefit. They were determined to
fight to the finish. During the morning fighting the Border Patrol
Guards lost attractive cocks and balls. The Maj was
apprehensive because he knew that the military police would provide minimal
support today. He was depended on the Border Patrol Guards who were dwindling
in numbers to protect him. Then again he expected that a soldier would target
his cock and balls. The soldier might be “lucky” but he intended to use his
own serrated edge knife blade to full effect. He knew that all fighters
expected him to “kill a cock” near the beginning of the Grudge Match. This
was easier said than done. On previous occasions there was a ritual. Two
competing groups hoisted the Club leader and an opponent above their
shoulders and carried them into a man-to-man confrontation to the death. Now
that the Colonel had shown up this might be the way to proceed. The zebra
stripes emphasized his barrel chest. A Pte from the
Morgue squad had taken on the task of camouflaging and/or black boot
polishing cocks and balls for those who wished. The Maj
nominated the black boot polish but requested a thorough application. His
balls firmed up in response – it might be the last time. The Maj took the initiative and applied black boot polish to
the Morgue squad Pte who liked his cock and balls
manhandled in this way. The Maj would have liked to
jerk the Pte off but this wasn’t the moment. The Maj liked Ptes who asked dumb
questions: “Sir, will the serrated edge blade work as well now that our cocks
and balls are black?” His reply: “Pte: unsheathe
and bring your blade up to neck high. The serrated edge blade is the supreme
cock killer. It will slice off cocks of all colours.
Before it can excel at its job it requires you to assault the target. You
must remove the cock and balls from the safety of the targets’ camouflage
trousers. It would help to hold them firmly with one hand so that your hand
holding the blade can do its job. The blade comes with a guarantee that it will
easily slice off cocks and balls for complete satisfaction. Your cock is on
notice to be a reciprocal target. For this reason many cocks in danger zones
assume an erect position. The Club recommends that soldiers insert cocks into
the targets’ mouths, check any gagging until the target chokes to the last
breath. Some soldiers swear by the distinction of inserting buddy’s cocks
instead of the targets’ own cocks. That’s a fine point. I’m sure you will do
a good job today. Come with me. I will take you to the Morgue Squad leader.” In fact the Morgue Squad leader choked on a cock
an hour or so ago. The Sgt wasn’t sure whether the late leader choked on his
own cock or one of their members’ cocks. Their numbers were down and he
seriously wondered how they would do their job after the Grudge Match was
completed. Maj. Charlton could see his point. As a matter of military principle
soldiers must fight first and worry about logistics later. “Sgt. Show me your cock.” The Sgt brought out his cock. “Sgt. Your cock is erect. That solves the matter.
Your cock insists you fight. The Pte beside me has
carried out special camouflage duties on behalf of the Club. I want you to
mentor him into the Grudge Match. Turn him into a cock killer. The Club
Colonel is now present at this cock killing zone. Let him arrange body bags
if necessary. You can see his big cock and balls jutting out of his camouflage
trousers. Before his issues the order to I suggest your members take the
hint. Bring out their cocks and maybe balls for all to see. And, by the way, it’s imperative that all militia
members are terminated. I expect your squad members to make the maximum
effort to eliminate them. Another matter: Have any of your members missed out
on slicing off cocks and balls today? Identify them promptly. The Colonel
will wish to know. It’s possible he will group them together within the
Grudge Match. Sgt. Did you slice off a set of cock and balls?” “Yes, Sir! Only one, Sir!” “Good, Sgt. You will enjoy slicing off more cocks
and balls during the Grudge Match. Dismiss.” The Club Quartermaster had given the two Ptes a facial they would long remember—if they survived
the Grudge Match. He felt relaxed even in the face of the terminal Grudge
Match. He liked the serrated edge blade knife. His occupational health and
safety training had brainwashed him into thinking that the fighters must
replace their “used” knives with a brand new knives. The two Ptes to help him equip the fighters with new knives were
good soldiers in the face of terminal combat. Pte
Martinez had the ‘cock killer’ stare; Pte Sanchez
obviously enjoyed terminal combat. Their cocks had gone to rest for the
moment. His own bull-sized balls were a worry. In the same way as night
follows day the soldiers in the Grudge Match would hunt
them down. His only consolation would be the efficiency of the serrated edge
blade knife. The Club guaranteed that they would issue the
latest, sharpest knife blades for any events. The serrated edge blade knife certainly filled
that criterion. Nevertheless, he remembered taking part in a Club specialized
event, a “treat” where members volunteered to use blunt blades. Believe it or
not some soldiers fancied hacking each other with blunt blades. To add to the
excitement the blades would crudely cut cock shafts sometimes but otherwise
leave balls intact. The Club varied the dress of the day to boots, chest body
tag and camouflage face. Club members liked the bravado of flaunting their
cocks and balls in the cock killing zone. The surfeit of Club members at the
time meant that the event could bring thirty members into play. The Club
leader nominated a barrel chested SSgt to supervise.
The supervisor’s whistle was attached to thick cord and looked good across
his hairy chest. He made a point of issuing the first blunt blade to himself
in front of all the participants. He was as much part of the cock killing
zone as they were. The participants saw that his cock and balls were indeed
prime targets. The blades were new and wrapped up for protection. The
fighters opened up the package and checked out the blades. They were designed
for hacking rather than clean slicing. The supervisor broke the participants
up into two groups headed by a Sgt. None of the participants had met one
another before the event; consequently, it would be “easy” for them to
assault any target. The SSgt recommended that they help out each
other—sometimes an additional hand or blade is required to hack through the
cock shafts. Club membership required cocks and balls big enough to satisfy
every cock killer in any Club event. It was so long ago that the now Club
Quartermaster was probably only a Pte but with
enough experience to qualify for Club membership. The SSgt ordered each Sgt
to establish a guard—say about six—raise the first fighters of the day to
stand on their shoulders. The supervisor blew the starting whistle. The
guards advanced. The two fighters came face to face. They unsheathed their
blunt knives from their boots. The next stage wasn’t easy because of balance,
wavering amongst the guards and the attitude required for killing cocks and
balls. The guards cheered the fighters on. The supervisor blew the whistle
again and shouted “Grab the cocks!” The two fighters grasped each other by
the balls and squeezed hard. Ouch! The calloused hands moved to the cocks and
started jerking. The guards renewed their cheering. Both cocks spurted. The
fighters looked down with satisfaction, and positioned their knives
immediately above the cock shafts. They paused as if they could avoid the
inevitable. There was no immediate cutting. The fighters intensified their
grip but in so doing left themselves vulnerable. The bluntness of the blades
meant that the fighters had to hack with considerable force to cut through.
Who said it was easy to hack off cocks and balls? It required strenuous
attention and gave deep satisfaction when the cock shafts broke away. The
first two fighters cried out as the blades hacked through the cock shafts but
leaving the balls intact. They moved their hand back under the balls and
tried hacking them with the blunt blades. The mess was bloody but essentially
the cocks and balls were now hacked off. The guards clapped. The supervisor
beckoned each Sgt to let them down and watch from the side. The two Sgts progressed
to a closed circle event. Participants lock in an outer circle; fighters in
the inner circle fight one another; in moving within the inner circle the
outsiders can wrestle them from behind. The movement is designed to pin them
so that their attacker can hack their cocks and balls. The s and m truth is
that the participants loved every minute. They were in no hurry. Hacking
required patience, time and brute strength. The SSgt supervisor prodded
fighters from the outer to inner circle. The precocious Pte—one
day to be Club Quartermaster—got lucky. He hacked off the cock
and balls of one Sgt. The Sgt couldn’t believe it; he felt the blunt knife
hacking away at his cock; he unsheathed his knife and went for his attacker;
he positioned his blunt knife above the Pte’s cock
shaft; he leant over to grasp the cock and balls but in doing so made himself
more vulnerable. The Pte’s cock leapt to attention.
The Pte hacked through the Sgt’s cock shaft whereas
the Sgt’s blunt knife did nothing. The Pte’s cock
spurted overthe Sgt’s chest. The Pte now hacked at the balls. Two Ptes
got an erection whilst they watched; the opportunity to hack each other was
too good to be true. The Sgt was a veteran of three Club events; he knew what
the score was; and had personally scored cocks and balls. On three occasions
he choked targets with cocks. The SSgt noted the Pte’s
skill and subsequently recommended promotion within his Club membership.
Other Ptes had a lucky day helping each other hack
off cocks and balls. One Pte went too far in that
he attacked the SSgt supervisor. This was not a wise move give the
supervisor’s enthusiasm for cock killing. The supervisor enjoyed every hack
as he attacked the Pte’s presentable cock and
balls. He asked the fighters if they wished to stop now. To his surprise they
said no and immediately targeted the second Sgt. He could see why. The Sgt
had a fully erect cock with bull-sized balls. The supervisor looked around
and saw the display of erect cocks. A Pte jerked
off the Sgt’s cock which spurted as far as his own hairy chest. Another Pte moved across and firmly grasped the Sgt’s cock and
balls. A third Pte hacked away with his blunt knife.
It wasn’t easy but sooner or later the blade cut into the cock shaft. The
third Pte surprised himself his cock shot spunk. He
would subsequently have a preference for shooting at the moment he sliced off
a target’s cock and balls. It was a common feature within the Club
membership. The supervisor called it a day after the last two targets hacked
off their fully erect cocks. My, my…hacking required brawn. The important
thing is that they both succeeded in hacking each other’s cocks before the
deadline. The SSgt approved their determination. The survivors had the
important task of finishing off the wounded. He ordered them to break the
necks of or strangle the wounded. They happily followed orders. He requested
them to line up at which point he noted their names on the chest dog tags for
Club records and follow up. Today the survivors had extra duties assisting the
Morgue Squad by listing a full body count, tagging and carrying bodies into
the regulation military body bags. Fallen Club members were officially
described as KIA for bureaucratic purposes. The body bags were then stacked
in the back of an official Morgue Squad vehicle. The driver and his escort
checked with the SSgt. They were ready to fight in that they wore boots,
chest dog tag and camouflage face; they joked with the SSgt that their
arrival timing was out. They missed seeing the soldiers hacking away. They
were happy to do their job as unit members of the Morgue Squad; the unit
members might wish to join in Club events as participants occasionally. The
SSgt assessed their cocks as premium for the purposes of blades slicing them
off. He handed them a consolation prize—a souvenir-- of a spare hacking blade
and promised to pass on their fight request to the Club authorities. The Club leader arrived to inspect the cock
killing zone after the bodies were stacked in the back of the Morgue Squad
vehicle. The SSgt stated that, yes, the volunteers had enjoyed hacking. The
downside was that the cocks were unsuitable for choking activities. Cutting
off balls was a problem. Consequently most soldiers prefer sharper blades.
The Club leader called an informal inspection of the survivors. This gave him
the opportunity to look at their exposed cocks and balls. He always liked
looking at targets. It was highly likely that the soldiers would lose them in
a future Club event. He issued them with a spare blunt knife as a memento of
today’s event. The SSgt told the assembly how a Pte
challenged the Sgt who counter-attacked by positioning his knife above the
cock shaft. The Pte’s cock leapt to an erection;
the cock spurted across the Sgt’s chest and the Pte
hacked off the Sgt’s cock and balls. The Pte would
remember this for the rest of his military life. The Club leader clapped in
approval. The assembly followed suit. The Club leader made a note of the Pte’s name for nomination for the Club Award. As a footnote the SSgt was captured, tortured,
spread-eagled and bayoneted all through to the sand in an undisclosed Middle
Eastern location. The Club leader of the time retired from the military with
a pension, watched war movies and replayed his real time combat over a beer
or two. Club veterans were on a contact list. He knew of a buddy who returned
to base and took part in a Club “event”. The buddy survived; he drank a six
pack whilst he gloated over his exploits. Cock killing completely intoxicated
the Club leader. This was the first and only time that the Club
Quartermaster hacked cocks and balls. Thereafter the events he took part in
used ultra-sharp knife blades. Hacking required a different set of skills; it
was easier to slice cocks into pieces rather than slice them off cleanly;
and, balls were chopped off one at a time. The awkwardness of the blunt
hacking intensified the killing experience. Now he faced the reality that a
lucky soldier would sooner or later slice off his cock and balls with a
serrated edge blade knife. He had already given two Ptes
a facial so he was ready to face his military Club fate. The Maj had anticipated
that the soldiers would require drinking water and minimal rations after the
strenuous effort this morning. The guards issued regulation size water
bottles and standard dry rations. The Colonel’s driver had left the keys in
the landrover. The Maj gathered that
the driver wanted to fight and, indeed, would prove a successful cock killer.
The two guards had melted into the background but were protecting the Colonel
none-the-less; he presumed they would fight. He liked the way the three of
them were pre-camouflaged. They looked as if they were serious cock killers.
The Colonel is a spectator but that’s his right. The Maj
knew that the Colonel’s cock was destined to be sliced off by a historic
Japanese blade. The Japanese were insisting on fighting the Military Cattle
Cut Club members officially but in a “neutral” country. The Maj didn’t know why the Club Quartermaster arrived under
armed escort with the Colonel but he presumed he would now fight in the
Grudge Match. Some soldiers would be lucky with their serrated edge blade knives.
The Club Quartermaster had bull-sized balls which cried out for a serrated
edge blade knife. The Maj was surprised when the
Colonel ordered the two Ptes to suck the Club
Quartermaster’s cock and give them a facial. Grudge Match
conclusion Maj Charlton Border Patrol Guards: Pte Martinez Pte Sanchez Colonel Two guards driver Club Quartermaster Morgue squad: Sgt Pte who blackened Maj
Charlton and others Sgt Popov members of Military Cattle Cut Club Cpl Trapper Cpl Dudikov Cpl Woo Cpl Bauer Punishment Unit Militia Officers: Lt Brown Lt Gordon The Grudge Match was the conclusion of a day
packed with an all-out killing spree. Maj Charlton
made this possible. He expected that the soldiers would reward him in the
time honoured way. It was only fair that a soldier
would give him the experience. That was fine, the least he could do for these
motivated soldiers. The sharpness of the knife blade worked wonders in
cutting off the cocks and balls correctly. Lucky soldiers carried on. Their
faithful cocks spurted many times today. The Maj. harked back to his early
soldiering days when he camouflaged his face to go on patrols. The soldiers
were comfortable fighting with camouflaged faces. As we already know some had
blackened their cocks and balls with boot polish. Everybody was fenced in. In
theory they could escape but the Punishment Unit was still tasked to execute
would-be escapees. The Maj. considered “finishing off” the
emasculated a key item in the Grudge Match. It was important that the
soldiers get used to it. When all said and done a real enemy would have no
mercy on the battlefield. For this final phase of the day’s activities the Maj insisted that the soldiers undo their camouflage
trouser flies and expose their cocks and balls. He gave them permission to go
the full hog totallynaked but with the knife tucked
into the side of their boot. There are precious few opportunities to fight
naked like the “good old days”. The Maj. enjoyed listening to the squeals of
delight as soldiers successfully cut off cocks and balls; in addition he
enjoyed listening to the squeals of horror. For this final stage of the
Grudge Match wearing the camouflage trousers or fighting naked offered no
protection from the onslaught of gung ho soldiers. A number of soldiers excelled during the past
phase. The Colonel’s driver to take just one example: the driver took to
cutting cocks and balls with the same enthusiasm that soldiers take to
killing the enemy. The Colonel would certainly be recommending the driver for
the Military Cattle Cut Club Award. The Colonel’s two guards didn’t fare so well: both
fell early on through carelessness. Two Ptes from
the Punishment Unit took great delight in cutting off the guards’ cocks and
balls. The guards had blackened their balls. This proved a problem when the
two Ptes swapped the cut cocks and shoved them down
their throats. The guards retched profusely. The Colonel interrupted and
ordered them to finish the guards off. The two Ptes
strangled the guards. All in all the rank and file of the Punishment Unit
exhausted themselves: their cocks spurted so often they started to hurt. The Militia went berserk but this made it easier
for them to be hunted down and thoroughly emasculated. One brave soul did
score a Club member before he in turn lost his cock—well, not quite, his
severed cock was shoved down his throat. Nice! Lt. Gordon hoped for a repeat of this morning’s honour guard. He fully expected the Military Cattle Cut
Club to pay respects to Maj. Charlton. It was appropriate for the Club to
thank him in the Club’s time honoured way for his
valuable services. The Maj. had gone to a lot of trouble to organise today’s events; the participants enjoyed the
freedom to go ahead and carry out their darkest wishes. Lt. Gordon and the
Club Quartermaster took the initiative and asked Sgt Popov to select six Club
members. The Military Cattle Cut Club was very conscious of doing the right
thing by the organisers of events. The soldiers
show their appreciation in the appropriate way with the serrated edge blade
knife. Sgt Popov chose the four Cpls and two Pte soldiers. The Club Quartermaster will give them
instructions and fresh blades if they need it. They were happy to oblige but
it would be awhile before they captured the Maj. During this time the two Ptes of these Club members forgot to protect their cocks
and balls. Silly move! They broke ranks and cried out: “No. Damn the serrated
edge blade knife. The soldier has cut right through the shaft. Now he’ s
cutting my balls off.” The victorious soldiers held up the cocks and balls
for all to see. At this precise moment the victorious soldiers’ erect cocks
spurted profusely. The two Club members tried to reciprocate but the
victorious soldiers whipped the knives out of their hands. The ragtag Punishment Unit ptes
had the energy to cope with the latest threats. They captured a Club member.
Six ptes hoisted him above their shoulders and
paraded him around the killing field. It was exactly what Sgt Popov’s Club members
expected to do to the Maj. shortly. The boot polish added the colour black but it did not check the knife. A pte grasped the balls from below, raised the cock for all
to see. The cock and balls made a good fit in his hands but another pte wielded the knife. The soldiers heckled: “Cut them
off. Go on.” The pte sliced them off. Three Club members tackled the Punishment Unit ptes as a follow up. This was close quarter combat where
soldiers grasped cocks and balls before they cut them off. For whatever
reason from now on the emphasis was on grasping cocks and balls. This had
nothing to do with vanilla sex. It was focussed
purely on correct positioning of the serrated edge blade knife at the base of
the shaft and an upwards thrust to cut off the balls. The Maj. surprised everybody by targeting a
militia who wasn’t happy to lose his cock and balls. Club members gave the
Maj. fresh credibility but it wouldn’t stop the inevitable. By now it was
difficult to distinguish who was who. The killing field was half full of
soldiers with blackened faces, used blades. The important thing was to carry
on cutting off cocks and balls. It no longer mattered who was who. This played into the hands of the Club
Quartermaster. The Colonel was inwardly furious to see the Club Quartermaster
cut a number of blackened cocks. In fact the Club Quartermaster was a Club
success story—or at least he was until the next event. The Grudge Match took a surprising turn partly
because of the dwindling number of fighters left alive. Soldiers became
co-operative: two or three pinned a target from behind and then one lucky
soldier cut off the cock and balls. The two or
three soldiers could then finish off the target with comparative ease. The
co-operation worked very well in culling the numbers. Lt. Brown was the next
officer in line for the cut. Does it matter which units provided the
successful cutters? The important thing was that Lt. Brown’s cock and balls
met the Military Cattle Cut Club standards. The serrated edge blade knife did its job
professionally. The cutting was all over before Lt. Brown felt wound trauma.
His cock and balls were not blackened so a Pte
shoved them into his mouth. On the one hand he was shocked but on the other
hand he was amazed. He had swallowed the spurt from cocks here and there. Now
he was swallowing his own cock! The Pte must have
been experienced in choking targets. Lt. Brown lost consciousness and slumped
to the ground within a short space of time. The Colonel’s driver knew enough about the Colonel
to anticipate his wishes. Now that the two guards were lying on the ground
lifeless the driver was responsible for the Colonel’s safety. The Colonel was
fully aware that these killing sprees triggered off unpredictable behaviour. He didn’t bat an eyelid when a
soldier—presumably Pte— went down on his cock. He signalled to the driver to wait until the soldier
swallowed his cum and then come up from behind, grasp the soldier’s cock and
balls, and pull the cock off. The situation would then decree whether the
Colonel or the driver cut off the cock and balls. What about Cpl Dudikov?
How was he faring? In point of fact Sgt Popov rounded the four Cpls who were full Military Cattle Cut Club members as
part of the honour guard for Maj. Charlton. Cpl Dudikov nominated himself to cut off Maj. Charlton’s
pride and glory. This would crown a satisfying day. He wasn’t supposed to but
he had great fun terminating a Latino Border Patrol Guard with a huge cock.
Fortunately, he wasn't called to account. The two Border Patrol Guards who
saw him kill their colleague shortly met the same fate. These Guards were
reckless and not used to the ways of the standard military. Cpl Trapper had reservations. He would be sorry to
lose Maj. Charlton. He went so far as to discuss the matter with the Club
Quartermaster. Cpl Trapper was signalled out for
serrated edge blade knife attention. The Club Quartermaster would not
tolerate the disobedience of any Club orders. The other two Club Cpl’s Woo and Bauer who had
nominally fought on the “enemy side” saw the most cock cutting. Their minds
were exploding with the sheer thrill both with their own knives and those
around them. They were totally addicted as true Club members. The Punishment
Unit sustained most casualties from Club members such as these two Cpl’s. As
they saw the situation they were cocks and balls fodder as distinct from
cannon fodder. Border Patrol Guards Pte Martinez Pte Sanchez were nominally the protectors of Maj. Charlton.
Their cocks had spurted a number of times today. In fact their cocks were drained.
They were exhausted but happy to confront challengers. They too had caught
cut cock fever. Yes, there were surviving Border Patrol Guards but they
needed to be here beside Pte’s Martinez and
Sanchez. The Grudge Match progressed. Soon enough attackers closed in on
them. They shouted Mexican gobble-b-goo but that would not spare their cocks.
I’m sorry Pte’s Martinez and Sanchez. Two lucky
soldiers grasp your cocks and balls in their left hand. They establish the key shaft point and then cut
with the serrated edge blade knives. It was too easy! Maj. Charlton knew he was the main attraction.
Sure enough. The Club members were primed to do their duty. Two new Pte’s joined the Cpl’s. They raised him above their
shoulders. Sgt Popov adjusted the cock and balls so that the package demanded
a serrated edge blade knife. Now they carried him right around the Grudge
Match killing area. Everybody paid their respects. The Club Quartermaster
ordered everybody to stop and pay attention. Furthermore, he asked the soldiers
to put their hands up if they would like to do the honours.
Five soldiers raised their hands. Lt. Gordon liked the look of one of the Pte. Club members and beckoned him forward. Lt. Gordon spoke a few words: “Maj. Charlton. The Military Cattle Cut Club
formally thanks you for organising today’s events.
The action today inspired soldiers. Have you anything to say?” “Lt. There’s no reason to stop the fighting just
because of me. The winning soldiers keep the knives as a souvenir. There’s a
little life left in my cock. Pull it off before…let me see you do it.” The
Majors voice fell silent. The Lt got the honour
guard to raise the Maj’s head so that he could see
everything clearly. The Maj. prolonged the spurting as long as he could. He
was pleased that every soldier was looking. In fact the Club member pte. used the serrated edge to toy with the cock but
applied pressure to the big bull balls. The climax was inevitable. “Now! I’m coming!” The blackened cock put on a good show with white
spunk. This moment they wanted to see one thing and one thing only. The Club
member smiled as he did the deed but then handed Maj. Charlton’s cock and
balls over to Sgt Popov to raise above his head. The soldiers admired the bigbull balls at a distance. The honour
guard lowered the Maj. back on the ground. The Club Quartermaster then
beckoned everybody to piss over the Maj. before they finished him off. The
piss relieved a lot of tension. Some soldiers made the mistake of thinking
that the cutting was over. Far from it! The piss would be their last. The cutting part of the Grudge Match reached a
late stage. Some of the soldiers were wound up and didn’t want to stop. Lt.
Gordon chose to let them carry on. If he wasn’t attacked he could enjoy
watching. A few of the soldiers targeted in this fresh round of cuttings
screamed. They thought they were “home and hosed”. No way! The screaming
didn’t stop the serrated edge blade knives from cutting off their cocks and
balls. The Colonel’s driver stepped in to finish off two emasculated
soldiers. The driver was tempted to cut off yet another cock and balls but he
decided there would be other opportunities. Lt. Gordon’s assessment was
correct: the wound up soldiers had to get cutting cocks and balls out of
their system. Lt. Gordon brought the Grudge Match to a
conclusion with a repeat of the so-called honour
guard. Six Pte’s from the
Punishment Unit captured, raised and positioned Cpl Trapper. They carried him
around the killing field on their broad shoulders. Lt. Gordon didn’t recognise the Pte who cut off
Cpl Trapper’s cock and balls. The Club Quartermaster enjoyed every second of
the cutting. It was a fitting conclusion but, of course, the Morgue squad
would need help fitting bodies into regulation body bags. The Military Police
would have to be summoned to escort the bodies to the morgue for processing.
Everybody else living returns to the Club’s temporary barracks for
processing. The Club Quartermaster put extra cakes of soap into the shower
area. A sore arse was a good price to pay for
keeping a set of cock and balls. The Maj. had tasked him to supply soldiers
with black boot polish on special occasions. He hesitated about doing it now.
The soldiers’ cocks and balls would need a good scrub up as it is. The nco’s were instructed to leave the shower area alone. The Military Cattle Cut Club staff were
experienced in processing soldiers from other units. As far as the bodies
were concerned many of the dog tags were missing. This meant the paperwork
required by the Morgue took longer. Everybody was KIA. The survivors kept a
knife as a souvenir. In addition Club members such as the Colonel’s
driver were nominated for a Club award for outstanding service. The four Club
Cpls were nominated; however, every surviving Club
member had his military file marked “ready for immediate posting to field
combat”. That ensured they would be fighting in a real combat zone asap. The Club Quartermaster collected the remaining
knives from the killing zone with considerable help from a patrol. He was
required to submit a report on their usefulness or otherwise. He was
surprised to get his marching orders to real combat. Lt. Gordon was obliged
to complete an entire dossier and submit it to the Colonel for correction in
the first draft. He was supposed to be a dumb officer. The paperwork drove
him mad but then flashbacks haunted him. There was no question about it.
Cutting off cocks and balls was a supremely satisfying experience. |
