Bare chested warriors

1 - Cocks hidden behind camouflage trousers

Staff Sergeant Adair had a tough job controlling his daredevil staff. They were Privates Munro and Trent, both aged twenty one, in their opinion overlooked for promotion and stuck in the Stores. Be careful what you wish for: combat front line sounds appealing when the routine of military life sucks. Somewhat unexpectedly the Staff Sergeant gave the two Privates two nights leave away from the base. He gave them explicit instructions and an accommodation voucher: they were to frequent a particular hotel bar which had a back room and accommodation. It was imperative that they fucked the arse off men willing and able. The sex was nice and rough. The two Privates were not renowned for subtlety— after all they were brainwashed soldiers primed for hunting down, capturing and killing enemy combatants.

Staff Sergeant Adair had a reason. He took delivery of a case from a specialist weapons manufacturer whilst the Privates were on leave. The invoice instructions stated that he had to advise Capt Lotin immediately for opening up and inspection. Capt Lotin duly arrived with a Lt Putnam in tow. The Staff Sergeant had been around long enough to respect his cock when it got a hard-on.

The case was full of a weapon—the long awaited, promised, regulation combat knife to be tucked into the side of boots and used…at this point Lt Putnam broke out into a big smile, clutched a knife and said “It’s about time!” Capt Lotin looked the Staff Sergeant firmly in the eye and said: “ Staff Sergeant: I see that your cock is now hard. Funny about that. I guess you will volunteer to take part in the next specialised training exercise. Well, you might be lucky yet. You will be in the company of soldiers selected because of their packages. They also display a willingness to use the knives for their main purpose. Staff Sergeant: Tell me the main purpose.”

“Sir! The main purpose is to slice off cocks and balls.”

“Staff Sergeant: correct. Keep the delivery secret for the moment. Do not discuss it with your two Privates. The arrangement between the military authorities and the private contractor includes a guarantee. Mercenary soldiers act as the enemy; the training exercise permits them to excel as cocks and balls hunters. They are playful and wish to know whether the sliced off cocks are stuffed into buddies’ or own mouths. That sounds reasonable. You already know that the authorities permitted private contractors to employ more mercenaries than required. Our job is literally to cull the numbers. The CEO of a particular company paid for the box of weapons to be used. His idea of a military “high” is when participants use the knives to slice off cocks and balls; an added bonus is when the participants shove cocks and balls down throats with the cock head jutting out. Many of the mercenaries are ex-military for whatever reason. That means they know how we work and can target us accordingly. I doubt that anybody will get sentimental about past military adventures. The objective is literally to focus on slicing off cocks and balls. Understood? The field commander has not decided whether you will be fighting but certainly the two Privates will be issuing the weapons, demonstrating if necessary, resupplying when required and fighting. The mercenaries will enjoy slicing off the two Privates’ cocks and balls. Did you brief them properly on the leave? It will probably be their last fuck.”

Lt Putnam asked the Capt whether they could toy with the knife. The Capt knew immediately what he meant, and removed his cock and balls out of the camouflage trousers. The Lt unsheathed the knife, looked at the serrated edge (wow!) and positioned the Capt’s balls on top of the blade. Sure enough the balls tightened and the cock jumped into an erect position. The Staff Sergeant hoped to be left alone: his cock was fully erect. The Lt knew erect cocks behind camouflage trousers when he saw them. The Staff Sergeant was slightly embarrassed particularly as his cock was bigger than the Captain’s. No matter: the Lt whipped his erect cock out and won the prize for the biggest cock. The Lt wished that all three take part in the forthcoming training exercise. The Lt knew that he needed further training: his one and only live combat duty fizzled out before the troops were able to finish off the enemy. Talk about political correctness: the whole point of being in the military was to kill the enemy.

Capt Lotin mentioned that the field commander was considering all options including cancelling the joint training exercise. No doubt there would be further briefings. Joint training exercises with heavy casualties required in depth consideration of the killing field location, selection of fighters and confidential removal and disposal of bodies. Of course, official records will show KIA.

There was, and still is, confusion about the distinction between mercenary and private contractor.

Essentially the private contractor is a fully trained soldier who is even more expendable than the mainstream military soldier. The things they have in common are cocks and balls, the weapons and willingness to attack them and the appreciation of stuffing them down throats. They can share playful moments when the cock heads jut out of the captive but open mouths.

Capt Lotin passed on administrative and logistic functions to Lt Putnam to organise. As a matter of fact Lt Putnam was a good choice; his daredevil can-do attitude enlisted the support of a range of officers. In turn the officers were happy to be included in the planning and preparation stage of the forthcoming event. It’s true that they understood the full dimensions of the event. Because of this some of them were apprehensive in the event that they were chosen to participate. In short they wanted to keep their cocks and balls. By way of comparison the other ranks were enthusiastic about cutting off other soldiers’ cocks and balls and more or less enjoyed the experience of other soldiers cutting off their cocks and balls.

Staff Sergeant Adair accompanied Lt Putnam to a rendezvous with representatives from the mercenary force. He took the precaution of utilising an armed driver and adding two fully armed soldiers for protection. Of course, the soldiers were sworn to secrecy about the morning’s activities.

The mercenaries arrived on time at the appointed place. There were five, all stripped to the waist, but with machine rounds laying across four of their hairy chests. In point of fact there was only one mounted machine gun in the open vehicle. Three mercenaries held sub-machine guns. The spokesman, presumably equivalent to an officer, wore a pistol. For today’s purposes he was called Capt Brown. Furthermore he carried a small suitcase with a selection of knives for consideration.

Knife manufacturers were always on the lookout for new customers. Every soldier present at the rendezvous had a knife tucked into the side of his boot. If there was a physical confrontation they were primed to respond. Five soldiers fighting against five mercenaries was a non-event for the gung-ho.

Lt Putnam tripped up by giving Capt Brown his real name. Maybe it would not have any bearing on whether he saved or lost his big cock —his balls were attractive enough as a target to slice off. The mercenaries by and large claimed they had the biggest balls. Capt Brown suggested that Lt Putnam and his party strip down to bare-buff status. That was a sensible idea as it broke the awkwardness of the meeting. The driver and the fully armed soldiers had hairy chests. Both Lt Putnam and Staff Sergeant Adair had smooth chests and were in a minority in this company.

Capt. Brown was very comfortable in the company of bare-buff soldiers. It reminded him of the lull in the barracks before a briefing, followed by preparations for a combat mission. He liked the sweat, the apprehension and the arousal of his cock; he wanted to share his cock but, invariably, his cock waited until the completion of the combat. The machine gun rounds spread across the hairy chests were a wank—truth to say. Nevertheless he had been in combat with both the driver and one of the mercenaries. Their combat performance was faultless: the driver bayonetted a target right through the guts and the mercenary shot a target clean through the head. The second mercenary and an equivalent to a Sgt were knife fighting veterans. Capt. Brown assumed that their experience included what they were here for today to organise. He hoped that the official targets would include Staff Sgt. Adair; he could see that the Staff Sgt’s camouflage trousers hid a thick rod. Soldiers the world over were misled wearing camouflage trousers. They imagined that their cocks and balls were protected. There was no such protection in live combat especially old-fashioned soldier-to-soldier fighting. Capt Brown would make a point of convincing the Lt—what’s his name Putnam?— that the chosen killing ground must promote close-quarter fighting.

Lt. Putnam spread out a regulation military sheet on the ground. Here Capt. Brown could open up his suitcase. Then, the Lt. looked closely at the camouflage trouser colours and pattern. They were very similar. Would fighters mistake friendlies for enemies? Would it really matter given the cock and balls cut-rush? The Lt. decided to shut up about it for the moment.

Capt. Brown accepted that the official military fighters would have the latest regulation knife. He stretched the point by persuading the Lt. to bring along a sample. The Lt. was very reluctant to show the enemy the latest weapon but he realised it was essential to the mission planning. Both sides would see a range of knives which might be used. Sure, their cocks might have a fright. Lt. Putnam held back his breath when he handled the serrated edge. Back in World War 1 serrated edge bayonet blades excelled in the trenches. The second and third blades were surprisingly small for the task at hand. There was no question that the slicing off of cocks and balls would be efficient.

Lt. Putnam had a heart to heart conversation with Capt. Brown. The selected soldiers thrive on castrating the enemy; but if it is their turn to lose cock and balls what happens next? When time permits it is acceptable to choke them with their own or a buddy’s cock. Otherwise choke them with hands. Breaking necks is a last fix. That applies to fighters from both sides. Lt. Putnam wanted the soldiers to freely boast, shout and scream during the exercise.

The next questions were Where and How many?

The official military had an abandoned training site for close-quarter fighting and trench warfare. A flat ground was broken up by two wide trenches in which opposing sides fend off attackers.

Question: would there be sufficient fighters to occupy two trenches plus flat ground? The side of the trenches was built up with sandbags. The previous Field Commander had been very impressed with the trench killing ground. His Tribute to World War 1 training exercise permitted real bayonetting.

There was no ammunition for the heavy rifles other than the fixed bayonet. Very rarely do soldiers now experience the face to face encounter with the bayonet. The surviving soldiers declared that they enjoyed the uncompromising combat. The friendly forces were crestfallen when an enemy soldier scored the Field Commander through the guts; the Field Commander reciprocated according to the textbook and thrust his own bayonet through the enemy soldier’s chest. The future expectation is that some fighters will protect their leaders but the leaders may choose to fight one another. Subsequently the fighters will engage in a free-for-all. Maybe that is why the Field Commander is reluctant to attend the forthcoming exercise.

Engineers might have to bulldoze through the trenches to remove soil which has built up. The engineering unit specialised in building a range of obstacles for training courses. This would require a presentation to the Leader. The suggestions could be as simple as increasing the height of the sandbags; the attacking soldiers would then have to jump deeper into the trench. This was helpful in the bayonet exercise. On yet another slice-them-off occasion soldiers dropped their knives for one reason or another; on this occasion additional knives would be provided onsite when necessary. The engineers encouraged the use of live mascots: they liked individual soldiers to be hunted and captured. It was even better when the capturers spreadeagled them on the ground and worked over them.

Capt. Brown was the most experienced of the planning group. He knew that the mercenaries and soldiers would work as opposing teams and help their buddies; a number of soldiers would find it easy to pull open the camouflage trousers and expose the cock and balls for blade attention. His cock jumped to attention whenever he fondly remembered soldiers pinned other soldiers from behind; then they ripped open and lowered the camouflage trousers down. In many cases the exposed cocks and balls were rigid. The victors felt true satisfaction as they sliced them off. The trenches: Capt Brown saw them as a suitable site for concentrated cock killing.

The fighting would start in daylight as there were no lighting fixtures. The mercenaries would have vehicle access to the training site.

The number of fighters remained a problem. Military tacticians talked about ideal forces of three against one. That simply wouldn’t happen in this case. It would be one against one plus the hangerson, so to speak, such as the military policemen, morgue personnel and security. They agreed on a company of approximately thirty three versus a similar company. What about volunteers such as engineers or even the barbers? They agreed on a minimum of seven volunteers but realised that the balance between the two sides would not be compromised by willing cock killers.

Rules of engagement?

What will be victory look like? Who will declare a victory?

No shirking: every soldier and mercenary must fight. It is in their interest to protect their leaders from a successful attack. None the less the fighters must see their leaders in action and in danger.

Dress of the Day:

prior to assembly every fighter must have a regulation haircut

camouflage trousers, bare chest, boots holding castration knife, no underwear and no headdress.

Webbing belts with regulation water bottles and knife holster optional.

leaders wear modified camouflage trousers which are fully open at the front to expose cock and

balls. The trousers are a military version of leather chaps open at the front.

The morgue squad requires every fighter to wear a military name tag across his chest. The mercenaries have been fully briefed on these requirements.

Staff Sergeant Adair nominated Privates Munro and Trent to supply additional knives where required but to also support colleagues and actively engage targets.

Cock garlands:

Both leaders will wear garlands across their chests and around their necks for the duration of the event. The garlands will feature severed cocks. The organisers intend to reward members of the winning side with such garlands. It is fitting that the rank and file of soldiers and mercenaries lusted after such trophies. Today both the friendly force armed driver and one of the mercenaries had previously won and worn such a garland. They figured their superiors were planning another clash.

The odds of winning were slim but cutting cock combat had its own rewards and dangers.

The Field Commander was mindful of the KIA of his predecessor. He decided that Capt Lotin would be the official observer representing the friendly forces. For this reason he lent the unit’s most powerful field binocular to Capt. Lotin. The Capt could choose two bodyguards including a vehicle driver. The mercenary unit had already specified that they would be sending an official observer and two bodyguards one of whom would be a vehicle driver.. Neither side trusted one another; the observers would be targets along with all the fighters. The Capt envied the leaders who would be wearing the garlands across their chests. Lt. Putnam was shaping up to be the leader. It’s true that he would be outranked by the mercenary Capt Brown. On the other hand the troops would see the size of his cock and balls clearly. His leadership was extremely plausible as his cock and balls motivated his soldiers to gratifying deeds. The Field Commander knew that Capt Lotin was jealous of the size of Lt. Putnam’s cock and balls. Yes, it was childish jealousy but the Capt was not alone in secretly wishing the Lt. to have a comeuppance.

The Military Cattle Cut Club had reservations about the Field Commander in particular and the proposed exercise in general. Sometimes they had to compromise on the composition of exercises.

The mercenaries may or may not have cocks and balls of the required standards. Very few of the friendly forces were members of the Military Cattle Cut Club. The proposed exercise was considered a hybrid because of the participation of non-Club members and the enemy mercenaries.

Some of the fighters would resist at first but they would join in. The Club had proved in previous exercises that most soldiers took to slicing. It’s true that the Field Commander had approved and submitted an order for the serrated blades. On the other hand there is a rumour that he is shirking personal combat. This was unacceptable for such a commander. The Club had enough members to replace any casualties. The Club by and large found mercenary troops acting as the “enemy” more successful in military killing grounds. They tended to be ex-military and then employed by private contractors; so, they were older and more experienced that friendly forces.

Military policemen had a reputation for being trigger happy with offending troops. On occasion the Club used MPs for unofficial duties which were not recorded. A number of MPs were members of the Club and eagerly awaited invitations to participate in a forthcoming cock cutting exercise. It seemed reasonable to task select MPs to visit the Field Commander. They could present him with a participate in the exercise offer he couldn’t refuse. At the same time it gives the MP Club members an opportunity to join in.

2 - Cocks threatened behind camouflage trousers

Staff Sergeant Adair caught out Privates Munro and Trent stroking their cock behind their camouflage trousers.

“Privates. Stop that! Remove your hands. Put on your caps and tuck in your shirts. You will accompany me to Lt. Putnam. He will explain all. Let me warn you that he will brink no objections to his orders. In case you are wondering the Lt. has a whopper cock.”

Privates Munro and Trent wondered about the cock size of other privates. They had so little to do with the officers that they didn’t wonder about the respective cock sizes.

Lt. Putnam occupied a briefing tent away from the main administration. A guard blocked the entrance. The Staff Sergeant didn’t recognise the guard. He must be a new posting to the unit.

The guard beckoned them into the tent. Lt. Putnam came straight to the point.

“Privates. The Military Cattle Cut Club orders you to take part in a forthcoming exercise. Your duties are straight forward. You will be in charge and required to hand out weapons to both sides before and during the exercise. It is expected that you will fight. Staff Sergeant Adair will arrange transport for the weapons and you to the site. There will be no need of paper records. The weapons will be collected back at the end of the exercise. Dismiss.”

The penny dropped. Months ago the two privates had enquired about the club but heard no more until now. The weapons they would hand out must be combat knives. Perhaps the exercise will focus on using them. That would mean slicing off cocks and balls. They will certainly be taking part in the exercise with great enthusiasm. By comparison the Staff Sergeant was more cautious now that the exercise day was approaching. In fact the Lt. had not nominated the day yet. This was partly because the mercenaries kept changing their minds about fighters and other details.

Engineers had refurbished the two dug out trenches to the Lt’s satisfaction. The weather report was favourable for an open-air exercise next Tuesday. In truth the Lt. no longer cared who fought from which units. He just wanted aggressive soldiers to attack and emasculate the enemy mercenaries.

TUESDAY: exercise day.

The four MP club members took the visit to the Field Commander in their stride. He could see that something was wrong when they arrived bare-buff {bare chested}. His commands and wishes were simply ignored. The MP Sgt. had brought a set of camouflage trousers with the front cut out like chaps. The Field Commander tried to negotiate with the MP Sgt. Yes, he would wear the modified camouflage trousers but only if the MPs wore them as well. He was crestfallen when the MP Sgt. said “Sir, no problem. We have modified trousers to put on.” They were used to changing clothes in a hurry. The MP Sgt. got his boot laces tangled. The Field Commander could see the MP Sgt’s cock and balls. Yes. He warmed to the idea that today’s fighters would cut off such cocks and balls. The MPs smiled as they saw the Field Commander’s change of heart. The fact remained that all their exposed cocks and balls were attractive targets. Nevertheless they were very confident. They would have a satisfying time during the exercise.

The mercenaries had arrived on time, collected their weapons and took up their position at one end of the killing ground. Capt. Brown wore the cock garland across his chest. As the leader he wore the modified camouflage trousers. At this moment his cock was slack. Capt. Brown assessed the trench designated to his mercenaries. He liked the physical lay-out which was ideal for face-to-face combat. There was no escape from “kill or be killed”. He had no doubt that his mercenaries would enjoy thrashing the regular military forces. There were a number of combat incidents where they ruthlessly sliced off enemy cocks and balls.

Lt. Putnam wore the cock garland with pride across his chest. He savoured the fact that the cocks had been severed in a previous exercise. Unlike Capt. Brown his cock was already rigid with anticipation. The combat knife reinforced his positive mood. During the last few days of the preparation he tasked Capt. Lotin with starting the fighting. Capt. Lotin requisitioned a bugle player. This was a smart move as all the fighters could hear the bugle across the killing ground.

The bugle player wasn’t so happy when he was given a combat knife to fight.

There were about eighty fighters facing one another at either end of the ground. Capt. Lotin was surprised to see the MPs arrive with the Field Commander. They took position with the regular soldiers.

Privates Munro and Trent handed out the combat knives as the fighters assembled. Then they carried the packing boxes with the spares to each of the trenches. A number of fighters decided that both these Privates were fair game.

The exercise took awhile to get going. Some fighters volunteered for the trenches thinking it would be safe. In reality the fighting would be tougher, uncompromising and confronting.

3 - Memorable fights over cock and balls

The eighty fighters occupied a large area. Capt. Brown ensured that his quota of mercenary MPs were ready for uncompromising fighting. He expected them to assist the mercenary fighters in grappling with the targets. None of the fighting was easy. There was an element of frenzy when the fighters realised that the exercise was terminal. The face-to-face confrontation was an echo of ancient warfare.

Capt. Lotin took his job seriously. He was the official observer and looking through the unit’s most powerful field binocular. He overlooked the fact that this signalled him out as a target as the fighting progressed. A mercenary with a big bulge would take him on as an adversary further into the event.

For the moment he enjoyed the panorama of the soldiers versus the mercenaries. The fighters were sussing each other out and failing to strike home.

The First Blood proved to be a Pte. captured by two mercenaries. They dragged him across to their trench, threw him upside down over a heap of sandbags and took their time to unfasten the front of the camouflage trousers. The cock came to attention through the fly opening. The mercenaries took it in turns to masturbate the cock. The Pte. cried out. He knew that his cock spurted for the last time. The mercenaries grappled and removed the balls. Then the mercenaries co-ordinated their movements with the regulation knives. One sliced downwards through the spent cock and the other sliced upwards to collect both balls. This was a satisfying start to the event. The mercenary MPs had watched this with approval. Who knows what would happen to their own cocks and balls?

The mercenary MPs were somewhat taken with the sight of the four or so soldier MPs. The front had been cut out of the camouflage trousers. In fact it made tactical sense as the officers had done the same. The soldier MPs would protect the officers for immediate attack. Well, that was one theory. At this point the mercenaries were unaware that the Field Commander himself was already on the field. They could see Capt. Brown in the far distance. Capt. Brown wore a cock garland across his chest but from long distance the details were unclear. One of the opposing officers wore a cock garland across his chest. The mercenary MPs wondered who would win these trophies if either officer fell. Somebody had mentioned that a number of cock garlands would be issued to victors. That gave them extra incentive to win.

The rank and file mercenaries had a field day for the opening attack. Lt. Putnam was in strife trying to assemble his troops for a counter-attack. He did but with great difficulty. The troopers were a bit shocked at the beginning and took awhile to adjust to the reality of terminal fighting. Staff Sergeant Adair took the initiative, drafted two Ptes and tackled a mercenary. They had trouble in pinning the target down but succeeded in pulling open the camouflage trouser fly. The mercenary’s cock was already erect with a mouth watering head. It’s days of sucking and fucking abruptly came to an end. Staff Sergeant Adair was a veteran of the Military Cattle Cut Club and brought his expertise to the slicing off of the mercenary’s cock and balls. He ensured that all saw him shove the severed cock and balls into the mercenary’s mouth. A Pte followed through by forcing the mercenary to choke on his severed cock and balls. The choking took longer than the Pte expected. He refined his choking skills as the attack progressed.

The Field Commander asked the MP Sgt whether the soldiers were having a ball. The MP Sgt knew that the expression was used by older soldiers but he himself would describe it differently.

“Sir! The Ptes are bringing credit to the unit. You can see that a number of them have already overcome mercenaries and are following through with the essential knife drills. A few of them have got lucky and are currently choking the mercenaries with severed cocks.”

The cocks of the Field Commander and his accompanying MPs jutted out in unison. Guess why?

The Field Commander was now pleased that he could show off whilst the cock cutting continued all around him.

The members of the Military Cattle Cut Club experienced the event as an opportunity to carry out their darkest wishes. The MP Sgt hoped to see soldiers he could recommend to the Military Cattle Cut Club. He, himself, excelled in an earlier Club event in which he was awarded a knife.

Most of the face-to-face confrontation took place in the area between the trenches. The mercenaries were fearless, utterly professional and clear-headed. Maybe they were dumb in the mind but physically they excelled. They were in good shape; their barrel chests looked manly to the nth degree; their hands held and wielded the sharp knives with precision. They guaranteed a complete cock and ball slicing. No botch ups! Be way of comparison some of the soldiers were fuck ups in every respect. This made them vulnerable targets. The mercenaries welcomed vulnerable targets but didn’t take kindly to botch ups on their cocks and balls. Yet, that is what they expected from the soldiers.

For awhile the cock and ball killing zone was a seething mass of bare chests. Pinning targets from behind required teamwork. Both sides understood this quickly. Occasionally somebody would cry out as they were pinned from behind. They tried to free themselves but in most cases in vain.

Pulling open the camouflage trouser front flies required patience; pulling out the cock and grasping the balls was the next, vital, step. Pulling the cock itself was always a priority. It was generally understood to be the right thing to do. The cock would be spurting for the last time. The mercenaries were best at positioning severed cocks into mouths. At one point they were able to shove severed cocks into a number of fighting soldiers who still sported their own cocks and balls.

The soldiers were surprised but fought on regardless. This was a fine sight which the mercenaries appreciated.

Both sides of MPs had been briefed on procedures for handling soldiers or mercenaries who tried to escape from the killing zone. They captured two soldiers and two mercenaries. In a spirit of cooperation the MPs chose to join forces to enclose the captured men. It was deemed necessary to rip open their camouflage trouser flies and expose their cocks. Then, the captured men were forced to fight each other. The MPs decided that each severed cock would be shoved into the mouth of an opposing fighter. This would enhance the spirit of co-operation. The MPs ordered the fighters to do it. A mercenary fought the first soldier for a few minutes before his colleague pinned the soldier from behind. The first soldier resisted; the second soldier tried to pull the second mercenary away from pinning the first soldier. That didn’t work so he grasped the second mercenary’s cock and balls. Grasping a firm set of cock and balls is a quick way to get results. The second mercenary groaned in pain but recovered. Firstly, he extricated himself from pinning the first soldier, Then, he attacked the second soldier, grasped the hand holding the knife and twisted it. The knife fell to the ground. The second soldier knew he was gone for when he saw the mercenary lower the knife above his own cock and balls. Yet, the mercenary took the time to pull the cock off. This took but a minute or two. The balls looked good but even better after his knife has sliced both the soldier’s cock and balls off. Now his orders were to push the severed cock into the mouth of his colleague. Not so easy. His mercenary colleague was at a stand off with the first soldier. In spite of the situation he put the severed cock with its head jutting out into the mouth of his mercenary colleague. The blood took a bit of getting used to but then the mercenary liked fighting in this way. It was certainly a special moment. His own cock rose to the occasion. The first soldier took advantage of grasping the mercenary’s cock. Their own cocks exchanged greetings when they both grasped. The obvious course of behaviour was to pull each other’s cocks. That left one hand free to clasp the necessary knife for the next step. They felt the relief as their cocks spurted then pain from the knife slashing. The first mercenary’s cock went straight into the mouth of the second soldier. The first soldier’s cock went straight into the mouth of the second mercenary.

Both sides of MPs decided that a final kill was necessary. Three MPs from each side moved up and attended to the four fighters. They commenced pushing the severed cocks further down the throats but the four fighters gagged. They reassembled: two MPs from each side choked the two fighters from the opposite. A full four minutes elapsed before the targets slumped to the ground.

Inspired by this happening all around them the two spare MPs positioned their strong hands on their necks’ Adams Apple and pressed hard. The feeling was nice. Somebody released the mercenary MPs cock from inside the camouflage trousers. It rose to the occasion. The soldiers’ MP’s cock was already exposed. Two willing onlookers took the initiative, moved forward, and grasped both exposed, erect, cocks. Whilst the two MPs choked one another the onlookers milked the cocks. The circle continued as the onlookers whipped out their sharp knives for action. The onlookers fully expected the forthcoming attacks. They handled them with military precision.

From now on the attackers settled into almost a playful mode. The fighters dragged suitable targets across the field, over the sandbags and into the trenches. The targets were guaranteed a methodical, totally efficient, slicing off of their cocks and balls. In some cases the targets were held upside down with the cocks and balls totally exposed. This was a classic position made possible by the depth of the trenches.

What happened to Privates Munro and Trent? They had carried a box of knives to the end of each of the trenches. They seemingly had little to do whilst the fighters attacked each other in the centre ground. The Field Commander inspected the positions and in both cases then ordered them to show him their cocks and balls. There was no question: fighters would get great satisfaction when slicing off their cocks and balls. Look at who was talking. To emphasise his point the Field Commander stroked his balls as he gave orders.

Lt. Putnam had the biggest balls and kept them running the exercise. Capt. Lotin was secretly disappointed. He too kept his balls. But not so for Privates Munro and Trent. The mercenaries saw them as attractive targets. Besides if they, the mercenaries, stole the knife boxes they would have spares for future fights. Staff Sergeant Adair had seen the Privates each score a set of mercenary cock and balls. He was pleased for them. In the wave of attacking, defending and counterattacking further casualties were inevitable. It was a statistical fact that they were unlikely to survive. They went down fighting to the end. The Staff Sergeant would have been proud of their performance. He, too, kept his cock and balls.

Capt. Brown in his mercenary capacity scored another cock and ball trophy of the day. He accepted the challenge from the Field Commander. It was a pity about the MPs from both sides.

Pity is not quite the right description. The six MPs including the Sgt. accompanying the Field Commander did a fine job of slicing their opponents’ cocks and balls. The trouble was they lost their own cocks and balls in the process. The sight of all these cocks jutting out of MPs mouths was deeply satisfying to other fighters. Capt. Brown kept his intact for another event. The blade was absolutely efficient. The Field Commander felt no pain as the Capt. sliced off his cock and balls. He beckoned the Capt. to thrust his own severed cock into his mouth. It isn’t every day that a Field Commander can taste his own cock. By now the remaining MPs were unable to protect their leader. Questions would be raised about their failure in subsequent debriefings.

Capt. Brown took the results of the exercise in his stride. There were more or less an equal number of kills on both sides. He knew on this occasion that his mercenary troops would be free to leave. On one occasion he took part in an exercise where the losing side was executed to the last man. That was nerve wracking but part of his working life as a mercenary.

Capt. Lotin had issued instructions that the exercise was to finish when the bugle player sounded.

By this he spelt out that slicing in progress must be completed. Two soldiers and one mercenary uttered curses—“Oh no!”—as their cocks and balls were the last to be sliced off.

Capt. Lotin had tasked the bugle player to sound the end of the exercise. He subsequently found out that the bugle player had scored two sets of mercenary cocks and balls. The bugle player was pleased to keep his cock and balls. In fact he was so turned on during the fight that his cock discharged into the front of the camouflage trousers. It was great to sound the bugle for the second and last time.

Lt. Putnam had the task of awarding cock garlands. The chests of five soldiers and seven mercenaries looked impressive with the cock garlands draped across them.

In due course the body squad would arrive for a series of gruelling tasks. First of all they had to finish off the fallen; then they had to collect the cocks and balls for future cock garlands. At first it looked like they would run out of regulation, military, body bags. Capt. Brown was happy for them to dispose of the mercenaries’ bodies.

The engineers would visit the site a few days later. Usually they ran over the ground with farming equipment. It scooped up two stray cocks missed by the body squad. They collected these for the mess canteen and put them in liquid filled jars.

4 - Sgt. Xavier returns to action

Sgt. Xavier is an experienced cock and ball fighter. Once upon a time—another dark military secret — he fought in a Sgt Griva Memorial Event. In fact he portrayed Sgt Griva who was renowned for slicing off cocks and balls. Today he returns for the latest, mass, event. The Military Cattle Cut Club invited him as a special guest fighter and arranged the transport from his usual posting. His rank remains a Sgt. There are five MPs plus an MP Sgt accompanying the Field Commander none of whom have had occasion to speak to him. It’s a joy to see the cocks of the six MPs and the Field Commander. They have chosen to wear the camouflage trousers cut out like chaps at the top to expose their cocks and balls. There’s no point in exposing cocks and balls unless they are special.

The cocks certainly pass the muster test; some of the balls are bull-sized. It’s appropriate that the Field Commander has both a large cock and bull-sized balls. Sgt. Xavier is street wise enough to know that many fighters on the field today enjoy the main activity. His own cock throbs behind the camouflage trousers; it knows it is in dangerous territory. Besides he enjoys the ritual of opening up and pulling down the camouflage trousers; then he enjoys the apprehension as the target realises the threat.

Sgt. Xavier’s status as a “shoo-in” gives him a broader view of the event. Nevertheless he is put in charge of ten Pte’s. They figure out that he is experienced and will lead them onto glory. For the first twenty minutes that seems to be the case. Sgt. Xavier and his magnificent ten soldiers attack the mercenary enemy with gusto. Yet, the mercenaries are not giving in so easily. The first twenty minutes seem to last longer as the fighters spar with one another. There is a breakthrough when two mercenaries lose their concentration; one Pte tackled and pinned the first target from behind; the second Pte opened up and pulled down the camouflage trousers to the knee; the lucky third Pte pulled out his blade and looked at Sgt. Xavier for approval. Sgt. Xavier came across and beckoned the Pte to position the blade under the target’s balls. The Sgt. positioned his own blade above the cock. They paused. The target’s cock was not fully erect. The Pte pulled the target’s cock with his other hand. The target cried out “No!no!no!” For a deeply satisfying moment or two the target’s cock spurted across the Pte’s hairy chest. The Sgt. grunted “Now!” The Pte’s blade cut the balls off whilst the Sgt’s blade sliced off the spent cock. To himself the Sgt. praised the selection of the blades. They might have been regulation but they cut with precision.

The second mercenary was not so easy to pin down from behind. After a struggle four Pte’s spreadeagled him to the ground. This time the fly of the camouflage trousers was difficult to prize open. The cock and bull-sized balls was worth the effort. The cock was fully erect; it knew it was expected to spurt for the last time. The target tried to resist his spreadeaglers. Sgt. Xavier gave the nod for one of the Pte’s to pull off the erect cock. The Pte took his time unaware of any dangerous developments around the group. The cock spurted over the Pte’s hand. He scooped it up and rubbed it across his own chest. The follow on was standard operating procedure. Only one regulation blade hacked down through the mercenary’s spent cock and balls. Sgt. Xavier picked up the sliced off cock and balls and shoved them back into the mercenary’s mouth. That was one way of shutting him up.

Other mercenaries attacked to avenge their comrades. Sgt. Xavier was theoretically upset to lose three fine Pte’s. The fact was that their cocks did the “right thing”. They spurted profusely before the mercenaries demonstrated their blade skills. Furthermore, they swapped the severed cocks into the mouths of the fallen Pte’s. It was a nice gesture for the buddies to experience each other’s cocks. Not content with that the mercenaries choked the fallen targets. The cocks kept falling out of their mouths but the mercenaries painstakingly stuffed them back in as their other hand throttled the throats. Sgt. Xavier’s cock was telling him something. By now it was rigid with excitement.

Danger turned him on. He knew that in the big picture there would be triumphs/casualties on both sides. Be warned he told his cock. He rearranged his balls which had tightened during the event.

Seven Pte’s now had telling bulges and were poised to move into another area. In fact a number of fighters were choking particular targets with severed cocks sticking out of their mouths. It was only fair.

The perimeter was partly occupied by MPs from both sides. They were hungry for action. To their surprise two soldiers and two mercenaries tried to flee. Their punishment was straight forward: fight as gladiators to the death. Capt. Brown conferred with their leader. Yes, the MPs were take a more active role. He understood that the MPs accompanying the Field Commander had issued a challenge to his own MPs. It was a nice idea but he would consider it after he resolved a current issue. As a footnote the mercenaries had his permission to mass piss over fallen targets. The mercenaries were big on joint pissing sessions.

The bulk of the fighting was taking place in the centre of the field. The dug trenches area which had appealed to the military hierarchy was occupied by a handful of soldiers or mercenaries. They had nothing to do but stroke their balls. Capt. Brown passed on the order: move out of the trenches, fight and capture targets. They were present here—at vast expense— with the specific purpose of slicing off cocks and balls. Get to it! Another thing: it was good enough for him to show off his big cock to every fighter. It was about time for his mercenaries to bring out their cocks for all to see.

Capt. Brown missed out on taking part in another top secret military exercise. The winning commander personally executed the losing commander; the winning side executed all members of the losing side. That was a close shave. He didn’t want a repeat today of anything like that. On the whole he was pleased with the mercenaries performance today. He knew about but didn’t know any of the hierarchy in the Military Cattle Cut Club. He was sure the friendly force officers would recommend that some of their privates be invited to join. In his opinion the friendly force officers were found wanting. Sure they directed the soldiers towards the mercenaries but they could have provided genuine leadership. One of the officers holding a field binocular seemed to be the only officer confronting a mercenary. Capt. Brown could see that the mercenary knew how to look after himself. Down came the officer’s camouflage trousers. It was always satisfying to see a proper set of cock and bull-sized balls. The mercenary teased the officer, pulled the cock until it spurted and then sliced if off. In a bizarre twist the officer kept his bull-sized balls. He would remain alive but a eunuch. Very few of today’s fighters chose or had that option. The officer called for help but the soldiers around him were engaged in full frontal fighting.

The soldiers took note of the mercenaries exposing their cocks. It was a good idea. Slowly all the fighters brought their cocks out for all to see. The tease was now universal. Sgt. Xavier’s cock was fully erect. He insisted that his seven Pte’s show their cocks. From a cursory glance he could see that they satisfied the criteria to take fully part in today’s slicing event. Lt. Putnam wanted his soldiers’ cocks to spurt as they sliced off a set of cocks and balls. On the whole this is what happened. But, there are always exceptions. Some soldiers couldn’t resist pulling their erect cocks off in the middle of the action.

After Sgt. Xavier moved his soldiers towards the trenches the mercenaries closed in on them. The fighting was close combat in the deepest sense. From now on throughout the entire field all the fighters yelled and screamed at the top of their voices. Lt. Putnam was particularly turned on when targets screamed out dialogue such as “no, don’t cut my cock and balls off” and “yes, yes, I’m going to slice off your cock and balls”. It was a shame that Lt. Putnam’s cock and balls remained intact at the end of the event. Many soldiers wanted to target them.

Sgt. Xavier heard on the grapevine well after the event that Lt. Putnam was posted overseas and K.I.A. in real combat. Somebody posted the severed cock and bull-sized balls to the Field Commander. It was a fitting end for a Lt. who had arranged for many soldiers under his command and mercenaries to fight it out.

RACCONTI

STORIES

MATERIALI/ MATERIALS

GALLERIA/ GALLERY